Jamie and Keira settled into a routine; Keira went out drinking with her friends on Friday nights, and afterwards, she'd go over to Jamie's where they'd fuck and then he'd put her in a nappy to sleep.
She did try to stop drinking. The weekend after Jamie first made her wear the nappy, she went out with her friends and concocted a story about being on antibiotics and not being allowed to drink. But as her friends grew louder and more raucous, she succumbed and got a round in, including one for herself, which was closely followed by a couple more.
Her workweek was stressful enough, and as much as she hated being forced to wear a nappy, being able to let loose one evening a week was worth one night's embarrassment.
Besides, Jamie made it easy for her. He knew that she woke up early every Saturday morning to hide the evidence and then got back into bed with him, but he never mentioned it.
It had been four weeks now, and every Friday night he put the nappy on for her with no recrimination. Last night, though, she could have sworn that he had rubbed her padded behind as she nodded off, and although not certain he had said it, she could still hear the faint murmur of "my good girl" whispered in her ear.
And he rewarded her; every Saturday she would be woken with an earth-shattering climax. She had to admit that her Friday night emissions had put a dampener on their sex life; after all, who wants to fuck a bed-wetting little baby. But since she'd started wearing the nappy, things had improved exponentially.
That Tuesday, Keira's boss announced that their team had surpassed their sales targets for the month and they would be finishing work early as a reward. It was such a rare occurrence that Keira immediately texted Jamie to ask if she could come over that evening. They hardly ever saw each other mid-week, and she wanted to make the most of the opportunity.
Just as they were about to leave the office, her boss, Justin suggested they go for a drink to celebrate. Keira knew she shouldn't, but then decided she'd earned it. After all, it was her sales that had pushed them over the top.
She'd had just one small glass of wine when Jamie texted her back saying he'd love to see her. He suggested picking her up from her place in a couple of hours and taking her to dinner somewhere.
Keira was excited. They hadn't been on a proper date in months. She bid her colleagues farewell amidst protestations of "stay for one more," but the siren song of a night out with Jamie was more seductive than one more expensive drink in a dingy London pub.
She rushed home, showered, and then took her time getting ready for her date with the man she loved. She picked a simple skater style dress, black with white polka dots. The style showed off her impossibly tiny waist and accentuated her breasts. They weren't big, perfect for her frame size, but Jamie loved how they fit so snugly in the palms of his hands when he squeezed them and nibbled on her perfectly pink nipples.
As she slipped on her lacy underwear, she smiled wistfully imagining how Jamie would soon be removing them. He very often tore her panties in passionate impatience, but yet, she never skimped and always wore the prettiest lace for him.
She could practically feel his large manicured hands, gripping her waist as he rammed her against the wall. With his hands grabbing her hair, he'd push his tongue in her mouth. With her legs wrapped around him, he'd plunge his cock deep inside her making her gasp She'd grip his cropped blonde hair as he repeatedly slammed her against the wall.
By the time Jamie rang her doorbell with a massive bunch of flowers in his hands, Kiera's panties were wet with anticipation.
"You look good enough to eat," he breathed seductively.
"I am ready to be eaten," she purred back.
He almost threw her to the floor right then and there, but instead, he chivalrously held out his arm, "oh, you will be. Soon, But first, let me take you to dinner."
It had been such a long time since they'd had a conversation that wasn't made up of quick texts and phone calls in between meetings, that they had loads to catch up on. Jamie had almost forgotten what a flirtatious delight she was, and Keira relished remembering all the reasons she'd fallen for him in the first place. In the ambient lighting of the restaurant, Keira's animated conversation became even more captivating, and Jamie's smile flashed ever brighter.
Neither Kiera nor Jamie could wait to get back home.
When the waiter came and offered them drinks, Jamie ordered a large glass of red for himself, and Keira was about to order the same when Jamie flashed her a look. She quickly changed her order to a small glass instead.
"Good girl," Jamie smiled at her his ocean blue eyes sparkling with pure affection.
Jamie felt his cock twitch when Keira smiled coyly and blushed at the endearment. Her sweet little girl look made him want to ravish her right then and there.
But, like the perfect gentleman, he savoured the time with his girlfriend and properly enjoyed her company.
His gentlemanlike behaviour dropped as soon as they walked through his front door.
"God, I want you," he breathed into her neck as he pushed her against the wall, exactly as she had imagined earlier that evening.
He fumbled with the zip of his trousers, quickly releasing his engorged cock as he lifted her and ripping her panties off her he rammed straight into her, thrusting into her cervix as she screamed out in agonising ecstasy. He grabbed her hair as his cock exploded inside her.
She felt his cum sliding down her leg as she slid down to the floor, trying to catch her breath. She picked up her torn panties and twirled them around her finger "you know, you cost me a fortune in knickers," she giggled.
"Well, you could always try not wearing any," he suggested with a smirk.
"Now where would be the fun in that?" she quipped, as he helped her off the floor.
"Here... let me show you," he twirled her, so her back was to him, and pulled her close. With his teeth gently nibbling on her ear, he ran his hands down her leg over her dress. As he reached the hem, his fingers trailed a path up her thigh where he could feel her slick arousal. With precise movements, he began circling her clit; he could still feel his cum sticky on her pussy lips as he mixed his seed with her wetness. She moaned out loud as he drummed a steady beat on her engorged centre, and he felt her legs tremble in erotic ecstasy.
