Before you read continue, I'd suggest reading the previous post, a diapered camp fire. This will be an extension of that post.
So we had another fire outside the other day. We were toasting marshmallows and making s'mores, and I had a couple beers. It was a good time with much relaxing.
Inevitably, if you have anything to drink, you'll have to make a trip to the bathroom. Since I wasn't diapered, I stood up and said "I have to pee, I'll be back."
My wife looked up at me, smiled, and said "Why don't you go put a diaper on, I know you want to."
Now, she has told me to diaper up many times in the past. She frequently does it in the bedroom, and she has walked out into the living room holding a diaper and powder exclaiming "Strip!" This was different. She has never told me to put a diaper on instead of going to use the bathroom.
Of course I complied with her suggestion. She never said anything about it for the rest of the night, and I never brought it up again. I was only slightly wet by bedtime so I changed before my shower the next morning.
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