Some Alone Time, Part 21 (Patreon)

“B-Babe, you don’t h-have…to…” He felt compelled to offer a way out, to back down and run away, despite being faced with everything he had ever wanted. But she shushed him with the touch of her hand on his lower belly. 

”Let me be good to you.”

The words almost melted him on the spot again, and he felt his knees almost buckle when his bottoms dropped in a heap around his ankles, his manhood bobbing comically in front of him and his haunches flexed tight.

“At least I know some part of you is enjoying this…” She teased, putting her hand over his on her hip once more, and he could only smile sheepishly in response. “Now, let’s bend those knees…” 

She tugged down on his waist, bending his knees and pushing his butt out behind him, and he had a brief, embarrassing flashback of just how he’d looked when he was filling his diaper only half an hour before. It made him flinch again, still growing harder by the second. Did she know about that part too…? 

He didn’t ask.

“And lay down on your back, so we can get Mr. Civil Engineer in his bedtime pants.” With his wife guiding him backwards, the big shepherd first sat on the diaper behind him, and then laid down on top of it, feeling the bulky softness underneath him, the familiar crinkle – but the unfamiliar combination of his wife’s soft hands on his hips, between his legs, and the look of her standing over him with his big, blue pacifier in her hand.

He was already cursing himself for not spilling the secret sooner.