Taking the Friday off work was not without its consequences. Keira and Jamie were both besieged by emails and texts with various requests which they had successfully ignored over most of the weekend. But by Sunday afternoon it was time to pay the piper, and instead of tapping each other's bodies, they were tapping out texts and emails.
Jamie splayed himself out on the couch wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but Keira, living in a much smaller flat than Jamie, was used to spreading out her papers on her bed and working from there. She sat on his bed, her legs curled under her, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and nappy.
It was evening when they mutually decided to put their phones and laptops away and relax on the couch for a bit. Jamie stretched himself out languidly, his arms hanging over the side of the sofa and Keira lay on her back with her head between his legs. As she leaned back into him, she couldn't help but notice that her mouth was mere inches from the outline of his cock. She turned her head lazily and began kissing his length through his jeans. Jamie sighed contentedly.
She kneeled up and began working in earnest, her mouth kissing the material as her hands rubbed him through the denim. She felt him grow hard and soon, the outline in his jeans became a noticeable bulge. She lowered his zip, and his cock sprung free. With vigorous gusto, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and took the rest of him in her mouth. As she slobbered down on his cock, using her spittle as a lubricant, she pumped her hands up and down, gripping him tightly as she wanked him.
Jamie threw his head back and groaned at her ministrations. God, she was good, that sweet sexy pout that she used to get her own way was put to so much better use when she was fucking him with it. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down onto his hardening cock, but she pushed his hands away. She didn't want him to fuck her tight little throat; she desired to give him his pleasure, not have him take it.
As she lowered her head and opened her throat to be able to take all of him in, she began squirming as she felt the need to pee. She wanted to gag on his cock to completion, but her bladder was screaming for more attention than his cock, and although she thought that she might be able to hold off until he came, these days she didn't trust the urgent call of her bladder.
She abruptly stopped what she was doing and knelt up, causing Jamie to sit up too.
"What's the matter, darling," he asked, his voice betraying both frustration and concern.
"I need to pee," she stated simply.
"Now?" he bristled
"Yes, now," she huffed.
"Okay. Go quickly, but hurry back."
Keira didn't move. Instead, she stayed in the kneeling position, her legs slightly apart.
"Go on," Jamie urged impatiently, "I thought you need..." he didn't get to finish his sentence as he noticed the tell-tale signs of Keira filling her nappy. He watched the dampness spreading in her groin as the nappy bulged out in front of her. He took one look at her face, her eyes shining as he realised that she was doing this out of love for him.
His hardness suddenly became concrete.
He waited for her to finish, and then without a word pushed her down, so she was on all fours. He shoved her sodden nappy to one side and thrust into her wet cunt, grabbing her hair as he fucked her from behind.
His cock exploded inside of her within minutes. He slumped his body on top of hers to catch his breath, and with a tap on her wet little behind sent her to the bedroom.
"That was beautiful, sweetheart, you're such a good girl for Daddy" he showered her with affectionate praise as he changed her out of her wet nappy and into a nice clean one, leaving her all shining and bright both inside and out.
Monday morning, she got dressed for work. After spending almost 72 hours in a nappy, it felt strange putting panties on again. Jamie stroked her unprotected cunt through her skirt as she squirmed beneath his rubbing.
"Stop it," she wriggled away, "you'll get me all wet."
Jamie looked at her, holding back a smirk. It took her a second or two before she realised what she had said, and then they burst into fits of laughter.
The redecoration at her flat was complete, and she was planning on going home that evening after work.
As she picked up her small suitcase to leave, Jamie grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, "don't go. Stay."
"Jamie... I need to go to work... I can't miss another day."
"No, no, I don't mean work," he gave a dismissive wave, "I mean, don't go home. Stay here."
"You mean..." her voice trailed off
"Yes, it's been so wonderful having you here this week. I want you to stay here with me. Move in with me."
"Jamie... I don't know... I love it here... but..." she faltered over her words... "let me think about it..." and upon seeing the disappointment in his eyes... "please."
The truth was that despite his reassurances that he loved her wetting, she wasn't certain of it. Yes, they had enjoyed the exploration in finding the sexy in what could have been a debilitating problem for her. But this was now. The novelty would soon wear off, wouldn't it? And then what? Would he still be so aroused by a girlfriend who couldn't enjoy a simple celebratory drink without pissing herself?
She knew that if she voiced her concerns, he would dismiss, reassure, cajole until she believed him. And she wanted to believe him so badly, but she needed to think, to convince herself, not be swayed by him.
She spent the night with him on Tuesday, but the question hung heavily in the air between them and seemed to mar their interactions. Their conversations during the week were stilted as she kept trying and failing to come up with a reason for her delayed reply.
On Friday, after work, she went over to his place. When he put her in her nappy, the frisson of eroticism that fizzled every time he had done it so far seemed to have dissipated, and they went to sleep that night without any sex. This was a first for them and carried a sense of foreboding of her fears becoming an actuality.
Saturday morning, she woke early, dealt with her personal care by herself, then got back into bed, her back to the man she loved so dearly, and cried softly.
Jamie was woken by her muted whimpers together with the steady drip of tears on his arms.
"What's the matter, darling?"
She shook her head, "nothing."
"Now I know something is wrong; it's never nothing. Have I upset you in some way?"
The question only caused her to cry harder, which made him sit up and turn her face to his. "Have I?"
"No..." she stifled her sobs, "but it's true... you have gone off me."
Jamie started; "what are you talking about?" and then it dawned on him "is this what this is about? You think I'm going to go off you?"
Keira shrugged.
Jamie got out of bed and chucked some clothes at Keira "get dressed; we're going out," he declared.
"What? Where?" Keira asked.
"Listen to me, my darling. Last week was the best week of my life, but we spent so much of it indoors you seem to think that this," he gestured to the four walls of his bedroom, "is all that we are about. We are not. We are going out like a normal couple and do normal couple things. I'm going to prove to you that I love every inch of you."
"Even the uncontrollable peeing part of me?" she stared up at him with her big puppy-dog eyes.
"Especially the uncontrollable peeing part of you," he smiled broadly.
Keira hurriedly got dressed, really looking forward to spending the day with her boyfriend. Outside.
They got in his car, and he started driving.
