Author's note: This is about a fetish and of limited interest. This story contains a cis-hetero couple engaging in sex with diapers. It is told from the male's perspective who has a diaper fetish. Some readers may not want to continue.
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I came down with my wife Hailey's cold the day before yesterday, and I had leave work early. I knew I would get it. She was awfully sick earlier this week for a couple days, and she was still recovering. Anything that wicked was bound to get me too. A definite perk of living with someone you love is that there is someone around to take care of you when you're sick. And if you're extra lucky when your wife knows you're a diaper lover (DL) that means she makes sure you're diapered too. Hailey isn't into wearing diapers like I am, but she indulges me occasionally. It is both a comfort and a sexual fetish for me. She's indifferent to it, although she prefers it not to be a part of our regular sex life.
I woke up from a crappy night sleep in a thick, plastic backed Abena Abri-Form M4 that was wet all the way up my butt and close to leaking. I remember her putting it on me before bed. She had me lay on the bed butt up, and she sprinkled powder all over my bottom. After unfolding the thick diaper and laying it beside me on the bed she motioned me to roll over. I rolled over on top of the soft padding. She drew up the front making sure it was snug around my legs so it wouldn't leak in my sleep. Normally this would have made me at least a little hard if not completely excited. The sinus cold was beating me down. After taping me snuggly inside she kissed my belly and pulled me up to sitting like she always does. We hugged, my face in her breasts, for a wonderful minute before she told me to get my PJ's on or I'll get cold. I know we climbed under the covers, but the rest of the night is a Nyquil haze of fever, chills and coughing fits.
I peeled the 4 white refastenable tapes from the blue permanent tapes and took off the sodden M4. I felt a single shiver as the warm diaper peeled away and the cool air slapped my skin. I set it down beside the sink. Inside was all light yellow except for the top of the front panel. Unless I sleep on my stomach that part never gets used. I already knew I tossed and turned last night, but the badly clumped padding of the diaper testified as well. I picked up the washcloth from the near the sink and turned on the hot water to get warm. I wiped clean with the wet cloth, dried off with my bath towel, and pulled my bottoms back up. I would've put a new diaper on, but I was feeling lethargic and apathetic with the cold and lack of a restful night's sleep.
Folding the heavy soaked diaper up on itself I used the tapes to secure it. I was careful not to roll it too tight and squeeze pee out onto the floor. I gave the magic yellow to blue wetness indicator strip one last look as I dropped it in the trash can in the bathroom. It crushed the all tissues in the can on its way to the bottom and landed with a solid thump. Walking out into the living room I saw Hailey was already binging Netflix. The rest of Saturday morning was spent drinking orange juice and watching movies on the couch in a sinus pressure induced stupor. I don't remember what we watched. I couldn't tell you what I had for breakfast. I'm not even sure I had breakfast. Lunch was chicken soup. Is there really any other choice when you're sick?
After lunch I was feeling like I was actually sleepy and not just groggy. I walked into the bedroom to nap. I took off my PJ's and put them on the lower shelf in the closet and spying the package of Abri-wings M2 on the floor as I did so. Feeling less lethargic and apathetic after lunch and more in need of some comfort, I reached down and grabbed one. I unfolded it on my way to the bed. Reaching my side of the bed I put the cottony straps around my waist fastening the Velcro squares tight. I bent down and pulled up the plain white front panel. I bent down and came back up too fast though and stood there for a minute getting my balance back. No magic yellow to blue line on this one as I looked at the soft plastic outside and the little light blue Velcro rectangles that attached to the waistband. Attaching the front panel Velcro to the waistband snuggly, I enjoyed how it cupped my bottom.
I climbed into bed and under the covers. The cold of the sheets gave me goosebumps. I rubbed my arms under the blankets to make them go away. I ran my hands over chest and thighs too. The goosebumps retreated with the warming.
I could feel the pressure and a need for release. I ran my hands over the soft plastic of my diaper, and down to my balls. I pressed my jewels firmly into me as a brought my hands back up the front. I moaned realizing how horny I was. However, I earned just little stirring as my head ached in the background. Normally I would be half hard at that. My cold soundly trumped my diaper fetish and my blue balls.
Having just resigned myself to the fact that sexual frustration is just the latest of a growing list of symptoms of this cold, Hailey came in.
"Taking a nap?" she inquired.
"Yeah, feeling pretty sleepy."
"I'll come cuddle with you. Keep you warm." She says as she strips out of her PJ's and climbs into bed, naked, beside me.
"Sorry I gave you the plague." She said with a sad face.
"It's ok. It happens." Trying to breathe through my nose and fainting whistling.
"Yeah." And she gave me a squeeze. It felt so good to have her here. Anyone who says they don't like it when someone they love cuddles with them when they're sick is a damn liar.
