My husband is incontinent and impotent. Now... that's said. Of Course i can tell you but I would never tell somebody I know.
Does it bother me? No it doesn't.
Does he think it bothers me? Yes he does.
Do I take advantage of this? Sure. But still I think he is better off with me than with someone else.
We have this agreement. Once a week we have some fun, he can do his best to satisfy me but because of his weak cock I can search for pleasure elsewhere, once in a while. Despite his impotence he really is good in bed, but I don't tell him, and hey, I'm just human and once in a while I like big boner.
So at the age of 38 my successful husband, for which many friends envy me, turned incontinent, ending up wearing diapers 24/7. At the same time he didn't get a hard one anymore, and I ended up finishing his foreplay with a big dildo. This turned our relationship upside down.
Pascal was a very successful entrepreneur, knowing exactly how to palm down customers he sold printer leasing contracts to. 20 Years ago he was one of the pioneers in this business, which led to exclusive contracts with major printer manufacturers and financial institutions. He brought home so much money that from a very young age I didn't have to work anymore. After just a few years he had more than 200 employees, and he was used to giving orders, and to set the lines where the company should be on a long term. At home he was not quite different. The villa we were able to buy was exactly as he wanted it to be. He arranged our vacations, and even told me what car I had to drive. For me these were all minor issues and I enjoyed my good life. In bed once in a while he could be submissive. I could tie him to the bed, blindfold him and do whatever I wanted. Actually, I could do whatever I wanted to please him, not myself, and I was scared to death that I would hurt him, cause, although he was a big strong man, he couldn't bear much pain. so mostly i could go down on him, breast fuck him, or do little game with him, but it was never really exiting for me.
Things flipped over on march 26th 2020. We were in a parking lot, about to go to the theatre when all of a sudden he wet his pants massively. The flow of pee didn't seem to stop and it dripped into his shoes and there was even a puddle where he stood. I stared at it with disgust. But whatever happened he didn't seem to control it. The fun night out was over and we headed home where i had a good talk with him
"What the fuck just happened there? What are you? A baby or a 90 year old with alzheimers? Definitely not a healthy man of 38 with normal bladder control You realise people were looking at us. Can you imagine how belittling this is for me?"
"Well... yes... but..i'm sorry, really... but lately,... i don't know."
"Lately? you mean this happened before? And still you dare to go out with without letting me know embarrass me in a public parking lot with other people around?"
"Yes,.. yes... it happened before, but just..."
"And then it doesn't come into your mind to go to a doctor, or take precautions. What's wrong with you?"
"I did go to the doctor, but... but."
"But what? He said you were a sissy and said ' Well mister, just don't wet your pants and go to the loo in time...?"
"No,...No,... he just,... prescribed me some drugs and... but it could take a while to find the right pills and the right doses."
"And till then what, just let it flow?"
"No, I should use..."
"What... Tell me."
"... Diapers..."
"Well clearly you didn't. otherwise i wouldn't have to wash you pissed cloths."
"No...I'm sorry... really..."
"Well, we should get you some diapers then, shouldn't we?"
"I... already... got some."
He walked towards his closet and took out a pack of Tena men Pull ups.
"This once? Really? You pissed a shit load of urine into your pants and you think these little briefs will do anything good for you? Boy, you behave like a child. Come on, let's go to the grocery store."
Pascal changed his wet pants and we took my car to go to the store.
"Wait before you sit down. I take a towel before you soil my seat."
"Ohhh, Gina,... please.. don't..."
"You started this, and don't 'Gina please' me"
Pascal sat beside me like a beaten dog. I never saw him that way. For years I depended on his finances and his wish was my command, but now I could take the lead. Did I feel sorry for him? Not really. I didn't take this pants wetting as dramatically as he did. Occasionally I had some leaking too, but I just got some protection and went on. I just thought it was childish to wet your pants, when you know you have a problem. Diapers weren't that big a deal, better be diapered than wet in a parking lot. Being so sensitive irritated me, especially from a man who could lead a multi million dollar company but not make sure to not embarrass himself and me in public. In the grocery store I headed for the biggest diapers on the shelf. The description said it was capable of absorbing 4 liters.