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Date: Thu,  4 Nov 2004 06:10:01 -0500
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Diapers And Sex(FM, cons)


The big red digits of the electronic watch showed it
to be 3:00 A.M. She couldn't believe that it had
happened again. It was the fifth time in a row this
week that the wails from the next door neighbor's
apartment had kept her up at night. It made her nasty
and grouchy at work which resulted in her generally
amicable boss taking her aside and telling her that
the office crowd had been wondering if they should get
rabies shots as precaution.

"This is it!" she thought "I'm not going to take this
anymore." Fuming and muttering under her breath she
threw on a robe and stepped out of her apartment.
Tying her robe around her waist she knocked on
Apt.106.

Not waiting for a reply she bent her head and spoke in
a loud voice "Nancy is everything okay?" And as an
after thought asked "Is the baby alright?"

The cries seemed to get closer towards the entry door.
As the door swung open she took a deep breath in and
she told herself that she wouldn't get tongue-tied if
Mike opened the door instead of his foxy wife.

But the door opened to reveal Mike clutching the
doorknob in one hand and the howling cherub who
perched on his side.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked looking at the baby
whose world seemed to have come to an end.

Looking frazzled Michael answered in a slightly loud
voice "I have no frigging idea! Nancy has left me. She
said she doesn't love me or the baby. I don't know
what to do with the baby. Look at him - he hates me!"
He held the baby out towards Susan in a desperate
manner.

Susan's heart melted and she was putty in his hands.
Taking the six month howler in her arms she marched
into the spacious apartment. Hugging the baby against
her chest and patting his little back she asked "Did
you feed him? Maybe he's hungry"

Running a hand through a mane of black disheveled hair
Michael sighed and answered "No he isn't hungry. I
just gave him a bottle of milk and right after that he
started to cry and wouldn't stop. I don't know what to
do. Why me? " His eyes beseeched a solution from her.

His rare show of vulnerability made her smile.

`All it took was a little bundle of joy to bring this
hot shot lawyer down' she thought and with a
sympathetic look she asked "Does the baby have colic?"

He sighed and answered "I don't know, Nancy took care
of Casey. I was just his play buddy. And now I'm not
even a good father."

"Stop berating yourself." She tilted her head and
smiled up at him "My niece had the same problem. It's
gas and here is what you should do when he suffers
from it."

She turned the baby towards him and bent his legs
towards his chest and the baby passed wind in a matter
of minutes and stopped fretting.

Blessed silence descended in the apartment, Casey made
some snuffling noises, tucked his head against her
neck and fell asleep. Mike sighed in relief, sat down
on the couch and rubbed a shaky hand against his
forehead.

Susan looked down at the tired man and said "Why don't
you sleep for a while and I'll take care of the little
one for an hour or so."

He looked up at Susan with relief and said "Thanks
Sue, you're an angel."

`Sue? He is finally warming up to me.' She thought.

Their interaction had been limited to casual greetings
when they had run into each other or just some
impersonal smiles as they passed each other in the
lobby. It was his Nancy, the beautiful Dallas belle,
who had broken the New York brevity and chatted with
her. It was Nancy who had given her that nickname and
it felt kind of awkward to hear him call her by that
name. When he called her Sue it seemed to conjure
Nancy's ghost and made her feel a bit awkward.

Shrugging her shoulders at the thought she watched
Mike get up and walk down the hallway to his bedroom.

Hugging the snuggled baby Susan looked around the
apartment which showed opulence with its Ethan Allan
furniture and antiques that were worth more than what
she made in a year.

She didn't fit in this world. She belonged in a ranch
in Colorado, milking cows at the crack of dawn, riding
horses or skinny dipping on a nearby stream with the
next door boy Chad. Time was of no consequence there
but here in New York it was valued more than human
beings themselves. She belonged in the world of open
spaces not in a tiny hole in the ground where
thousands were crushed together trying to irk out a
living.

Smelling the sweet baby scent in Susan wondered about
the toll New York with its dynamic pace would take on
Mike now that he was a single parent. Would Casey be
left with a nanny or would his father make some
drastic changes in his heavy schedule for his son.

Sighing she adjusted the weight of sleeping baby and
moved to the nearby bedroom. Opening the nursery door
she peeked in but the crib was not there. Assuming it
to be in the master bedroom she tiptoed into Mike's
bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed with his head
in his hands.

Not wanting to intrude on him she began to back away
but stepped on a toy which let out a loud squeak. He
looked up and in the dimly light room she saw despair
in his eyes. He missed his wife. Sympathy filled her
heart. She always was a sucker for wounded creatures.
God knows she had taken in numerous wounded wild
creatures back home and they had always broken her
heart either by dying or by having to let go.

But this time she told herself that she would be
strong and not open her heart again. Smiling in
apology she said "I'm sorry to intrude but Casey has
gone to sleep and I thought of putting him in his
crib."

Sighing Mike got up from the bed and took the baby
from her and settled him in the crib. Looking down at
the rosy cheeked angel they both couldn't help but
smile.

Caressing his soft cheek Mike softly said "She left me
because I wasn't really there for her. I got so
engrossed with my work that I didn't see the signs.
When she got pregnant I thought the baby would get us
closer but things just got worse. Fights gave way to
cold silence. It was as if we had nothing left to say
to one another and one fine day she just left me."

Susan touched his shoulder and said "Things will work
out you'll see. Handling a baby isn't all that
difficult once you get a hang of it and you seem like
a real capable guy."

He turned and smiled at Susan and said "Thanks Sue you
are a real doll you know that?

Hey would you like a cup of coffee? It's the least I
can do in return for your help."

Susan nodded in agreement and followed him out of the
bedroom. As she walked behind him her eyes fell on his
tight butt that was covered by a pair of faded shorts.
He had the face of an angel and body of a Greek god.

The first time she had seen him an electric current
had passed through her body. His eyes bluer than
robin's eggs had her rooted to the spot and the
roguish smile that slashed across his thin lips had
made her heart stop beating. His aquiline nose and
high forehead gave his face a cold character but was
offset by the dimples that danced on his cheeks.

He had helped her carry the groceries till her door
and when she had taken the last bag from him she had
come real close to his chest and realized that he was
at least a seven to eight inches taller than her.
Staring at his wide chest for that split second she
wanted to invite him in and flirt with him just a bit
if not more.

Shocked by her lustful reaction she smiled at him
offered a stuttered thank you and shut the door on his
face. From then onwards she made sure that they didn't
really get to be more than acquaintances and he too
did not cross the line.

But now following him into the kitchen she couldn't
stop the devilish thoughts that crossed her mind. He
was single again and there was no sin in lusting after
a single man was there?

Leaning against the counter she watched him make
coffee and wondered how Nancy could have let such a
delicious man go.

Clearing her throat she tried to make polite
conversation "So did you get any sleep during this
whole week?"

Mike turned with a pot of hot coffee and asked her
"Question is did you get any sleep? I'm sure Casey
kept all the neighbors up."

Susan shrugged her shoulders and said "Even if the
baby kept them up I don't think they have grounds to
complain."

`Liar' her inner voice mocked her. Ignoring her
conscience she reached for the cup of coffee that
Michael passed and sat down on the nearby chair.
Michael sat down on the opposite end of the table and
regarded her with thoughtful eyes.

Her features seemed to be plain on the first
impression but there was a charming softness in her
features which made her seem prettier each time he saw
her and now dressed in a shabby pink robe and fuzzy
rabbit slippers she looked like an innocent babe. She
was clearly out of the reach of a rake like him.

Yet his heart told him that he should have married
someone like her not Nancy who was so much like him.
Ambitious and high strung, she felt that the marriage
and the baby held her back. Being a wife and mother
became anathema to her. She was addicted to a fast
paced life and wanted her freedom back.

Susan on the other hand reminded him of flowers and
sunshine. She reminded him of home cooked meals and
sitting on rocking chairs on the porch watching the
sun go down. He was sick of the fast paced life and
had a few ulcers to prove it. Taking a sip of his
coffee he grimaced, the doctor had told him to lay off
coffee but he had to rely on that black poison to deal
with his little monster.

Sighing he tried to be charming and said "Nice
slippers."

Susan looked down at her worn out rabbit slippers and
blushed.

Seeing the color bloom on her cheeks Michael became
intrigued. In this day and age no one really blushed.
Feeling his mood lighten he smiled at Susan and said
"But they do look good on your dainty feet."

The blush reached till the roots of her hair on her
forehead and the freckles stood out. Trying to seem
poised and composed Susan squeaked "These slippers
came with me to New York. They have a sentimental
value."

Offering her some cookies he asked "Where are you
from?"

Taking a bite of a chocolate cookie she answered
"Gorgeous, wild Colorado."

Showing his sparkling white teeth in a roguish smile
he said "I got a true American cow-girl sitting next
to me. Am I right? Tell me do all farm girls go skinny
dipping?"

Susan couldn't believe her ears `Was he flirting with
her?'

Gripping the mug in slightly trembling fingers she
answered noncommittally "Maybe, I'm not too sure."

`Yeah right' the little annoying voice spoke up again
and reminded her of the hundred naked dips she had
taken with Chad and how one of them resulted in her
losing her virginity.



Hiding a smile behind the coffee mug and looked at the
man she had refused to think about during hot sultry
nights when her body demanded satisfaction.

Taking another cookie from the plate she ate it fast
and told her inner voice to shut up when it told her
about where it was going to go and stick.

Watching her eat Michael looked at her full bow shaped
lips and resisted the urge to kiss her. Chiding
himself he thought it was probably the spell of the
night that woke up his libido or the lack of sex for
past one month. Whatever it might be she looked like a
tasty morsel sitting in his kitchen and he was single
again.

`What the heck' he thought `we both are consenting
adults. No harm trying'

Getting up from his chair he stood behind her and
began to knead her shoulder muscles which were hard.
Unknotting the tension he felt her unwind under his
stroking fingers and sigh.

Hoping his seduction skills hadn't rusted in the three
years of marriage he bent down and muttered in her ear
"Tell me Susan how do young farm girls pass time late
at night?"

Feeling like a limp noodle under his clever fingers
she muttered "We spend time watching animals' hump."

He burst out laughing. The woman had a sense of humor.
Leaving one hand on her nape, he ran a hand through
her soft brown hair. He liked long hair especially
when he was having sex. He would bury his face in its
scented darkness as orgasms would take him over the
edge. Twirling a lock around his finger he wondered
what her hair smelt of and let himself bend down and
get a whiff.

Susan couldn't believe it. She hadn't been sure that
he was hitting on her when he began to massage her
shoulders but when he smelled her hair she realized
where he wanted the night to head. Her wildest
fantasies were coming true, her heart began to
palpitate and her breathing became shallow.

Bending her head she stared at her tightly clasped
hands. Confusion and Desire tangled with each other in
her mind. Should she stay and give in to the wants of
her body or leave with her modesty intact as her
parents had taught her?

Michael took her silence as an encouragement and began
to caress her nape and then put his thumb on a nerve
at the base of her neck that was beating fast. Slowly
his hands began to rub the tops of her breasts lightly
and when she didn't protest he gently let them delve
inside the robes and knead the soft breasts.

The nipples beaded under his expert fingers and Susan
felt desire pool in her cunt. She moaned, closed her
eyes and let her head fall back.

She looked like a soft sex kitten. Pouting lips fell
open like soft petals demanding a kiss.

Bending down he plucked the lips hard. Running his
tongue through the barriers he sucked her on her
tongue which tasted of coffee and chocolate.

Moaning softly she caressed his bent head and felt his
soft hair run through her fingers. Sweet pleasure
coiled its tentacles around her clit and demanded
satisfaction.

Breaking the kiss he looked into her eyes which were
clouded with lust. Blood coursed through his veins and
his dick had become engorged. He wanted to fuck her
then and there. Picking her up he took her to the
kitchen counter and ripped open her robe.

Beautiful white orbs tipped with pink tips glimmered
before his eyes. Cupping each breast he kissed her on
the lips and said "I love big tits. Your body made for
hard loving, all curves and soft flesh. I want to bury
myself deep within you."

His fingers tweaked her tits and plunged down to her
bush which was drenched with arousal. Rubbing her clit
he with one hand he grabbed her butt with the other
and pushed his crotch against her pussy.

Susan's body sang under his ministrations. Groaning
loudly she pushed down his jocks and held his thick
rod in her hands. It felt thick and long in her small
hands, stroking it with her fingers she longed to feel
it within her cunt. Wrapping her legs around his waist
she guided his prick into her pussy.

Heat engulfed her body as he began to move in her hard
and fast. Holding his tights buns in her hands Susan
felt him ravage her pussy with such intensity that
pleasure coursed through her body and drove her
towards an orgasm. His prick rammed against her G-spot
again and again making her cum hard.

Keening wails emitted from her making him want to fuck
her harder. Pulling her off the counter he laid her on
the floor and nailed her harder the missionary
position. His prick pounded into her harder in that
position making her ride with wave of pleasure and she
began to moan and thrash her head about. As her body
shook with a second orgasm she gasped "That's it I
can't take it anymore."

Michael laughed and moved against her still rock hard
and said "Babe I just got started."

Pulling out of her, he easily flipped her over,
knowing what he wanted she got onto all fours and felt
him part her ample butt cheeks. Closing her eyes she
waited to feel his dick but was shocked to feel
something soft rasp in and out of her arse hole making
the nerve ending quiver with pleasure.

Rocking against his mouth she sank down in quicksand
of pleasure. Mindless delight rocked her body further
as he began to massage her clit. Unable to withstand
the storm of passion she rasped "Fuck me from the
back. Fuck me hard."

Laughing under his breath he said "who would have
thought the farm girl was a whore."

Grabbing her silken butt he shoved his prick deep into
her arse hole. Pain shot through her body making her
wince but he didn't stop. He drilled in her like a
well oiled machine and soon the nerves around her hole
began to radiate pleasure. Grabbing her tits with one
hand she pinched the nipple as he hummered into her
sore hole and pulled her clit slips.

Pleasure snaked through her body and she passed
through the threshold of delight with a bang that made
her see stars behind her eyelids. Gasping she tried to
calm down and realized that Michael was still rearing
to go.

She turned to look at him as he pushed into her. The
sight was so erotic that she wanted to suck his cock
and taste his salty cum. He was her god and she wanted
to service him.

She looked into his eyes and said "I want you to shoot
your load in my mouth. Would you like that?"

Surprise gleamed in his eyes but he was quick to obey.
She pulled away from his cock turned and took the
whole meat in her mouth. The juices from her cunt and
arse tasted salty to her lips and the taste was
mingled with his musky taste. She sucked on his cock
hard and fast with her teeth just barely touching the
sensitive skin.

Michael moaned and pulled her face closer towards his
bushy hair. Her mouth was a hot suction pump that
drove him over the edge. He began to move against her
face and caressed her hair. Her tongue lapped around
his penis and as she pulled out she gave it an extra
lick on the tip. To add to the growing pleasure she
began to massage the area between his balls and hole
driving him over the edge.

He came hard and strong and flooded her mouth with his
salty cum. She swallowed it and felt his dick go limp
in her mouth. He was still trying to catch his breath
when she stood up and looked at him. His eyes swept
over her luscious curves and he realized how good it
had felt to have sex with a woman with a little meat
on her bones. Nancy had been skinny like a young boy,
fucking her had been like fucking a bag of bones.

Susan on the other hand had flesh he could grab onto
as he was deluged in the flood of pleasure. Pulling
her against his chest he kissed her and guided her
towards the living room. Lying down on the couch he
nestled her body against his. She sighed and wriggled
her ass towards his prick.

He chuckled and said "Don't mess with the sleeping
giant. Your pussy won't be able to take anymore
fucking."

Susan smirked and said "You'd be surprised" and
shifted a bit as his fingers began to play with her
nipples.

Kissing her nape he whispered in her ears "Who would
have thought that plain Jane was actually a ravishing
slut."

She felt his cock slowly come to life against her
fanny. She began to undulate against his rod and felt
his hand delve into her bush and massage her cunt.

Sucking a breath in she said "Fuck me out of my mind.
I want to feel your hard cock in my ass again."

Not waiting for another invitation he grounded his
prick into her waiting arse hole and began to pound in
her. With his hand he began to imitate the motion with
his fingers on her clit. He pulled the lips of her
clit and then drove two fingers into her clit and
began to push against the G-spot.

Pleasure rocked her lower body. There was a tight knot
of desire between her arse and clit wringed the breath
out of her and made her nipples harden and demand
attention. She reached behind him and grabbed his hard
butt and felt the muscles clench through the lustful
workout.

"Yes fuck me hard you prick. Nail your whore. God,
this is sweet. Yes my stud yeessss......."She hissed as
pleasure exploded in her cunt and caused arrows of
fiery passion shoot through her body.

As her body bucked with orgasm Michael felt a
responding sliver of pleasure rush through his cock
and he shoot in her hard and fast. Kissing her nape he
gently pulled out of her ass and settled back against
the plush leather couch.

The midnight exertions had taken a toll on both of
them and they both fell into a dreamless sleep.

Loud howls pounded her ears and Susan groaned.
Struggling against the clingy cobwebs of sleep Susan
opened her eyes and stared at a picture of Michael and
Nancy in each others arms on the table. Slowly the
night's erotic activities came to her mind and she
felt the sleeping length of the man behind her back.

Pulling away from his embrace she began to shake him.
He slowly woke up and looked like a sexy tousled god
who could do with another round of fucking. His hot
blue eyes opened and stared at her nakedness and on
remembering the night's activities he gave her a
roguish smile and stretched like a satiated cat. But
the cries from the master bedroom ivied for his
attention, he sighed put up his best puppy face and
said "The baby needs changing and breakfast."

Susan couldn't believe his audacity. Bending down she
kissed his mouth and whispered "Fucking you doesn't
extend to changing your kid's dirty diaper. If you
want sex call me, but for diaper change get a nanny or
call your mother."

He got up and patted her pussy and said "You can be
hard bitch but a fuckable bitch at that."

Susan laughed and told him to get his kid. Walking
towards the kitchen to get her robe she felt her pussy
and arsehole protest and she smiled. Who would have
thought that there could be a connection between
diapers and sex?


		
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