Authentically Amy

PLEASE NOTE - this story contains adultery, submission/domination, and diapers.

Amy lay in bed, wearing nothing but her diaper. She was quivering – her vibrator was stuffed inside her diaper, and was turned up as high as it could go. Her hands gripped the outside of the diaper and massaged the vibrator directly into the sweet spot.

But it wasn’t working, and she was getting frustrated.

She knew that she was becoming addicted and was overdoing it. Her clit was starting to get desensitized from all of the use it had gotten over the last two days. But she couldn’t get enough.

Instead of calling it quits, she refocused her mind. Let it drift back to her last experience with Rachel and Adam. She imagined Rachel sucking on her nipples and playing with her sides. Adam running his fingers through her hair. She imagined Rachel grinding against her.

She moaned softly. It was working.

Amy pictured Adam taking control. Changing her diaper. Massaging her clit. Sticking a finger inside. That’s it…

She groaned and her pussy contracted.

She imagined Rachel touching herself and watching Amy and Adam having sex. She imagined how good Adam’s cock would feel inside her. She could feel the orgasm building. Slowly.

She imagined Rachel hold her from behind while Adam fucked her.

That pushed her to the edge. Amy’s toes clenched and her back arched. So close… she was so close.

She started moaning louder, her voice getting higher and higher as she felt the pressure of her orgasm building. She pressed her hand against the diaper - hard. She felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel her pussy contracting and she knew she was close. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, the vibrations getting more intense. Almost there….

“Oh god!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the house as she came. She came hard. Her whole body was shaking. Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing with each wave of pleasure that rushed through her body. The vibrations against her clit were almost unbearable. Her body was trembling. Her legs were shaking and her arms were flailing. She felt like she was losing control. She felt herself coming over and over again, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. She cried out again and again, her voice getting louder and louder. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Finally, it started to subside. Her body stopped shaking and she collapsed back onto the bed. She turned off her vibrator and lay there, catching her breath. She felt so good. Satisfied.

She knew it wouldn’t last, but she lay there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. She could still feel the tingle in her clit. It was a strange feeling, but she loved it. It felt like her body was humming with pleasure. She never wanted it to end.

She couldn’t believe she had waited so long to try this. It was incredible. As she lay there, she thought about how much fun she had had in the last few days. She had never imagined that she would enjoy being a diaper girl so much. She loved the feeling of humiliation, of giving up control and letting someone else take care of her. She loved the feeling of wearing a diaper and having someone change her. She had never felt so free.

After spending a few minutes in the afterglow, Amy sat up and headed downstairs.

She was getting bolder - walking around the house wearing her diaper. Sometimes it was with other clothes, sometimes without. But the more she did it, the less courage she needed. The house was dark. All the lights were off, and the house was filled with red light from the setting sun. Amy poured herself a glass of water and relaxed on the couch.

James wasn’t going to be home tonight. He had an overnight trip, so Amy got free reign of the house.

Her mind drifted. There was only so much excitement she could have on her own. As time went on, it wasn’t hitting quite as hard. She was working more for the orgasms. The thrill she got out of simply wearing the diaper wasn’t quite the same.

She found herself trying to think of new ways. New things she could do to reinvigorate the excitement. Maybe that’s why Rachel had approached her that first day for the diaper change – she wanted to get those feelings back. Next time she met with Adam and Rachel, she would have to ask about that.

Amy couldn’t imagine doing what Rachel had done. Going out in public wearing a diaper would be crazy enough on its own. She wondered what it would be like. Amy had heard about exhibitionism before, but never really understood the appeal. But now… she was starting to get curious.

That old familiar feeling was coming back. The little bit of fear and curiosity. What would it be like?

Amy looked outside at the sunset. What would it be like going outside?

A shiver ran down her spine. The thought wasn’t quite as foreign as it used to be. And now, with the sun sinking below the horizon and painting the sky in fiery house of orange and purple, something about the quiet stillness outside beckoned.

She considered it for a long moment, picturing herself standing on the back deck, feeling the wind on her bare skin. Feeling the warmth of the diaper. A strange sense of freedom bubbled up insider her, mingling with a healthy does of apprehension. What if someone saw her? In a diaper. Naked.

It made her blush just thinking about it. But another part of her, growing bolder, whispered that it would feel good. Besides, it was the backyard had a large privacy fence, and it wasn’t like the neighbors would be peering over the top.

No one would see. But they could…

She would make it quick. Just a quick trip to the back yard, sitting at the backyard table. Amy meandered over to the back door, paused for only a moment, and pulled the door open a bit.

The cool air rushed over her, and she got goosebumps. Her nipples hardened. She leaned against the door frame, admiring the sunset and enjoying the fresh air.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open wider and stepped onto the deck. She was outside. A thrill rushed through her body and made her limbs tingle in anticipation. A little anxiety made her heart flutter. The faint scent of fresh grass clippings wafted through the air.

It felt good.

Her toes curled into the worn wood planks beneath her feet as she crossed the deck towards the table where she often sat to read or drink her morning coffee. As she rounded the corner of the house, a small bird – a robin perhaps – startled from its perch on the fence and took flight with a quick chirp, disappearing into the deepening twilight.

Amy felt exposed, vulnerable, standing there in her diaper. Yet it wasn't uncomfortable. It was more like…unburdened.

Amy settled into one of the weathered wicker chairs. It was familiar, but so much different without clothes. The textures felt different and new. And the thrill…it reminded her of the adrenaline surge she got when ziplining for the first time.

She leaned back and smiled. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, letting her gaze travel upwards, past the darkening branches of the old oak tree to the fading light that kissed the sky and turned it crimson.

Her hand reached down to the diaper and she messaged the outside just a little. Her pussy reacted, like it had when she first discovered diapers. Even still, she had no desire to stay out here too long. She got back up and went back inside. She poured herself a glass of water from the fridge, and just as she was shutting the refrigerator door, she heard the doorbell ring.

Fear stabbed at her heart and her pulse throbbed in her ears. Who could that be at this hour?

Amy crept over to the front door and peeked through the peephole. It was Joe Thompson – her next-door neighbor. Amanda’s husband. Crap… he must have seen me.

Amy had never really talked to him before, but he had seemed like a nice enough guy. Amy had really only gotten to know Amanda. And Amanda constantly complained about Joe in the loving way that only a rock-solid decades long marriage could manage. Amanda would get annoyed by Joe’s wandering eyes, but she definitely loved him. He was pretty handsome for an older guy.

As she looked through the peephole, he reached over and pressed the doorbell again.

Maybe he didn’t see me. Maybe it’s something else. How could he have seen me?

Amy thought fast. If Joe was here to confront her about going outside nearly nude, then it would be better to get that over and done with. If she didn’t, there was a good chance he would talk to James about it. She couldn’t let that happen. And if it was something else… then she didn’t want to be rude.

Amy hurried upstairs and grabbed a robe. She tossed it on and checked the mirror to make sure it covered the diaper. It was one of those robes that fell to around mid-thigh, so if she moved around too much, there was a chance it would peek out. But if she was normal, it would be fine.

She walked downstairs and called out, “Coming!”

Amy checked the peephole once more and opened the door. Amy hid most of her body behind the door and stuck her head around. “Hi Joe,” she said nervously. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Hey Amy,” he replied. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“No, no, not at all,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I was wondering if you had seen my dog,” he said. “She slipped her leash a little earlier and took off. I couldn’t keep up with her, and I was hoping you had seen her.”

It was at that moment that Amy noticed the bag of dog treats in Joe’s hand. He looked a little shaken up. She immediately felt terrible for assuming it was about her bout of exhibitionism.

“I haven’t seen her,” Amy replied. “But I can keep an eye out for her if you want.”

“Thanks,” Joe said. “I really appreciate it. If you see her – she’s a little yorkie – her name is Ladybug.”

“You got it Joe. I’ll let you know if I see her.”

Joe waved goodbye and Amy shut the door, sighing in relief. It hadn't really been that close, but it was weird to think that she was wearing a diaper when she saw Joe. She watched Joe through the peephole as he walked down her driveway and walked over to the neighbors on the other side.

Poor guy… she thought. He looked really down.

Amy stood at her front door for a moment and let herself calm down a bit more. Then an even nastier thought crossed her mind. What if she went outside in her robe and diaper? And what if it wasn’t just the back porch with the high privacy fences? What if it was the front porch?

She looked through the peephole again and weighed her options. It wasn’t like it was much riskier. The only house on the street with a clear line of sight to her front porch was Joe and Amanda’s house. There was a huge hedge blocking the view from the road – and the porch was mostly enclosed anyway.

Her hand gripped the doorknob. She stopped. No… I can’t.

Amy released the handle and went back to the kitchen to make herself some dinner. But even as she ate, the thought never left her mind. She kept coming back to it. Fantasizing about going outside. She would take a bite, chew, and her eyes would drift from the food to the front door.

It was getting dark, and Amy hadn’t bothered turning on the inside lights. The frosted side-windows on either side of the door glowed in the dim light from the streetlamp.

It would be almost too perfect. The enclosed front porch would be dark, shaded from the streetlight, but the streetlight would overwhelm any light from the house. No one could see her if she were out there. She could hide in the shadows.

The only time she would actually be exposed was when she was going out or coming in. It would be almost perfect.

Amy got up and put her dishes in the dishwasher. She wandered through the kitchen… and gazed at the front door. It was almost calling her.

She paused. You know what? Fuck it.

Amy pulled her robe a little tighter and strode to the front door. She turned the handle, and pulled it open. The cool air washed over her body, and she became hyper aware of how little she was wearing.

But she felt alive. She tested the outside knob, and made absolutely certain that it was unlocked. The last thing she wanted was to be caught out here. Satisfied, she closed the door and slipped into the shadows of the enclosed porch.

Amy appreciated, more than ever, the privacy that this house gave her. Just like she remembered, the only clear line of sight was to the Thompson’s house. Their driveways were side-by-side to Amy’s left. Amy’s eyes lifted upwards, and she admired the stars. It was a gorgeous night and there weren’t any clouds to be seen.

Amy settled into the rocking chair, and began to gently rock back and forth. The air may have been cool, but she didn’t care. She could feel her heart racing and her breath quickening.

Her pussy twitched.

The streetlights cast a warm glow over the landscape – but didn’t reach the porch. Just like she remembered. Amy felt almost invisible, sitting in the darkness. Her hand reached for her diaper.

Feeling a bit more daring, she loosened the knot around her waist and allowed the robe to open slightly. The cool air tickled her bare skin. She felt her nipples harden. A shiver ran down her spine that hand nothing to do with the temperature.

She shifted slightly in the rocking chair, feeling the diaper bunching under her and around her hips. She started rocking with a bit more intention, pressing her hand into the front of the diaper. The slight friction sent a delicious wave of pleasure through her body – like a gentle caress.

Amy pulled the robe open more – freeing her breasts and letting the robe slip down her arms. Her fingers drifted lower, tracing a line to the diaper’s edge. She felt her wetness seeping into the diaper. The thrill of exposure was driving her crazy.

She closed her eyes and let the feelings sink in. It was an intoxicating mix of vulnerability and control – the knowledge that she was entirely exposed for the world to see, but also entirely invisible. The rocking chair creaked softly beneath her. Amy slipped the robe off completely and slipped her hand under the waistband.

It was a bit too tight to fit her hand. She undid a tape and let the diaper hang open a little. Her hand found her clit and a soft moan escaped her lips.

She heard a car drive by. It passed, its headlights filtering through the hedges. She felt her pussy burn with anticipation.

Then she heard footsteps coming down the sidewalk. She stopped rocking and froze, her hand between her legs. She held her breath and sat absolutely still. It was ok. Everything was alright. There was no way that whoever it was could see her. Their back would already be to her when they passed. Besides, it was too dark to see her.

The figure passed her hedge, and Amy could barely make him out. It was Joe. She could tell by the gait and the silhouette. He held a tiny dog in his arms, who was panting loudly.

Aww… he found her! Amy was momentarily overjoyed by the thought – but it was short lived. She was equally terrified of discovery.

It was fine. He couldn’t see her. She just needed to avoid any movement that might attract his eye.

Joe turned and started up his driveway. And then his motion-activated garage light clicked on.

It bathed her porch with light. Amy jolted. Shit! Shit! Shit! FUCK!

It was like she had just been hit by a spotlight. Terrified, Amy shot up and yanked her hand out of the diaper as if it had burned her. The diaper slipped down, flapping open as she rushed to get back inside. Her ass was in the breeze. She stumbled as she jumped towards the door and raced to cover her boobs with one arm and keep the diaper held up with the other. Shit. Shit. She fumbled for the doorknob and missed on her first two tries before finally getting it twisted open.

Amy never looked it Joe’s direction. She couldn’t bear the possibility that she would make eye-contact with her in this state.

Amy pulled the door closed behind her and tried to catch her breath. It caught in her throat. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Why did I do that? Stupid. Stupid. FUCK!

She re-taped the diaper on her waist and approached the window facing the Thompson’s and opened a slit in the blinds. Joe was nowhere to be seen. The light in their garage was on. The damn garage door light flicked off. She couldn’t believe she had forgotten about that.

Joe had to have seen her, right?

Amy replayed the moment in her mind over and over again. She made a lot of noise. She had moved around a lot. She should have just sat still. If she had done that, then there was a distinct possibility that Joe wouldn’t have noticed anything at all.

Then Amy remembered. Her robe was still on the porch. Fuck.

She could always wait to grab them until later. But another nasty thought crossed her mind. Joe was already back inside. What would be the harm in just getting them now? She should get them now. Before she forgot. Sure. THAT’S your excuse.

Amy’s pulse pounded as she reached for the handle again. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and stepped back outside. She felt far more exposed and vulnerable this time. She knew that if Joe was watching, then he could see her now. All of her. Amy didn’t bother trying to cover up.

She returned to the rocking chair and reunited with her robe. But she didn’t put it back on. She strode back to the door, affecting a sort of confidence, and went back inside. She closed and locked the door behind her.

She felt cold.

Amy wandered back to the kitchen and tossed the robe over a barstool. She poured herself a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, feeling the alcohol warm her body.

She took the glass to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Her brain had gone numb. And all that was left was a deep longing. A longing to finish what she started on the porch.

Amy did. Repeatedly. She didn’t even need to use a vibrator. It was almost midnight by the time Amy closed her eyes and let herself drift off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of all the naughty things she would do in the future.