Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 14:07:58 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Neighborhood" Chap. 5

This story is a continuation of the "The Neighborhood" series, beginning
with the stories, "And Baby Makes Three," "And Nanny Makes Four," and "And
the Colonel." While this story can be enjoyed in and of itself, it will
make more sense to those that have read the other three first.

				 Chapter 5

		     And Now, the Neighbors - Part One
			    by Amber Fountaine


	Jim was hoping that Mindy would be in bed, and more hopefully,
asleep by the time he got back home from dropping Darrell at this
hotel. Even though it was now near midnight; she was still up and waiting
for him.

	"That took long enough," she commented without sounding critical.

	"I was hoping Darrell would jump out and that would be it, but as
soon as we pulled into the driveway at the Marriott, some of his golfing
buddies were coming in at the same time and they all insisted I join them
for a drink at the bar. By the time we'd all taken a turn buying a round,
I'm surprised I didn't have to call a cab or get a room." It was all a well
fabricated lie. The only thing Jim had to drink while he'd been gone had
been Darrell's jism.

	"Maybe Darrell would have let you sleep with him," Mindy suggested
with a wicked smile.

	That was the one thing Jim most dreaded having to discuss with
Mindy and the main reason he hoped she'd be asleep. He knew it would come
up someday, but he hoped it wouldn't be while he still had the flavor of
Darrell's cum in his mouth. His lips still tingled from the enthusiasm he'd
put into sucking that cock. He tried to be indifferent as he answered,
"Yeah, I guess he would have. People never fail to amaze me."

	He headed to the kitchen to get something to drink; something he
hoped would mask the scent of cum on his breath. However, Mindy stopped
him.

	"I laid your nightie out for you," she said seductively. "But I
couldn't find your prettiest panties. I hope you're wearing them and they
didn't get lost."

	"Yeah, I am," Jim admitted, then gave her what he hoped was a
believable explanation. "I'd been thinking about last night and how great
it had been and put them on before I remembered you'd have to be at work
again in the morning. I don't want to keep you up late two nights in a row
when I know you have to be up early in the morning."

	"Let me worry about that," she said as she moved against him. "I
like the way you keep me up late."

	Jim resigned to the idea of having sex with his wife - not that he
didn't want to. Or need to. It had been Darrell's suggestion that maybe he
should skip sucking off Jim in return for the great blowjob Jim had given
him on account of Mindy. "I've seen that look," Darrell had said. "That's a
woman that's going to want to be fucked when you get back home. I'd love to
blow you, but if you can't get it up when you get home and give her the
fucking she's going to want, she's sure to suspect something. It's up to
you. You know your wife better than I do."

	Jim wasn't so sure of that any more. Jim might have known her for
twenty-five some years, but he hadn't picked up on a lot of things that had
been obvious to Darrell. The whole time he'd been driving home, Jim had
reflected on some of the things Darrell had said.

	On the way in, Darrell, with little prodding from Jim, had told him
about his teens. Darrell's running buddy in his early teens had shared the
sexual knowledge he was getting from his older brother - their only source
of information at the time. When his friend's older brother demonstrated
the pleasure of oral sex, Darrell and his friend had tried that too. That
might have become nothing more than a one time thing if Darrell's parents
hadn't decided to transfer Darrell, already recognized as a young golf
protégée, so he could attend a high school that had a golf program. That in
turn had put him together with a motivational instructor that had quickly
shown Darrell that giving oral sex could be every bit as much fun as
getting it. As a result, ever since then, when it came to sex, Darrell had
been highly motivated.

	Another thing Darrell had learned from the man was that bisexuality
was much more common place than he had ever considered. "I was almost
shocked when he told me he was married," Darrell had said. "And I was just
as surprised when he encouraged me to enjoy sex with girls too. It had
never occurred to me that a guy could like both." Then he'd gone on to tell
Jim about his lifestyle and how he and his fiancé both enjoyed an
occasional tryst with members of their own sex and how when circumstances
permitted, they'd shared lovers.

	They'd been on the way to Darrell's hotel when he'd said that and
Jim had thought maybe Darrell was telling him that so that he'd be more
receptive to sex when they got to the hotel. It hadn't been necessary. Jim
had been eager to try it again. But afterwards, reflecting on it all as he
drove home, Jim knew that Darrell's intention had been to put Jim's mind at
ease. It would seem that Darrell had known a few `first-timers' prior to
meeting Jim and was aware of the emotional turmoil that giving in to
homosexual urges could cause. He'd merely been trying to assure Jim that
all that emotional turmoil wasn't necessary.

	Mindy proved that Darrell had been right again when she opened her
robe, slipping it off to reveal that she'd been naked beneath it. Then just
as quickly as she'd undressed the minute Jim and Darrell had left, she
undressed Jim and slipped the nightie over his head, converting him to her
lesbian lover Jamie.

	`Gross or not,' he thought as he used his well practiced oral
skills to bring his wife to the first of many climaxes, `she always enjoys
this more when I'm Jamie. I'm beginning to think she still says, "Gross,"
more from habit than from conviction. I wonder if maybe Mindy doesn't have
more bisexual urges than she'd dare admit?' Then he almost had to laugh
aloud at himself, suddenly the expert on bisexuality after giving two
blowjobs in one night.

	Had the evening ended as usual, with intercourse being the final
event and then the two, exhausted, middle-age lovers falling asleep in each
other's arms, the inevitable discussion might have been put off for weeks,
months, or years. But many of the same thoughts Jim was having were going
through Mindy's mind as well and had been for several weeks -- if not for
most of her adult life.

	Mindy's parents hadn't always been wealthy. Her dad had gone
bankrupt twice before finding the right combination. One of those times had
been during Mindy's freshman year of college and had nearly resulted in
Mindy having to drop out. But as fate would have it, just prior to Mindy
telling her curriculum advisor that she wouldn't be returning for the
following fall, her advisor had been advised that there was an immediate
opening for a nanny for the department head.

	Dr. Malcolm C. Roswell, Jr., PhD., the head of the university's
Department of Education, and his wife, also Dr. Roswell, in her case
Elizabeth J., a physician of some note, had found time during their
professional careers to parent four children. Evelyn, the oldest at
seventeen, was capable of watching her siblings, but busy with her own
life. The next oldest, Malcolm the Third, called Trey, was twelve and had
no interest in watching over his younger brother and sister, seven year old
Stephen and little Katie, not quite two. So the previous semester, when
Mrs. Dr. Roswell was ready to return to her practice, they'd gotten the
idea to hire one of the students whose major was Elementary Education and
install her as a part-time nanny, primarily for the younger children, but
also to keep an eye on their oldest daughter, who seemed hell bent on
getting herself into trouble. They'd thought maybe having a nanny that was
closer to Evelyn in age would work better than their previous nannies, all
of parental age. The idea had worked out remarkably well, but with the end
of the school year approaching and the young lady they'd hired going home,
they needed to find a replacement.

	To sweeten the deal, and since they had a large older home that had
six bedrooms and a maid's quarters, they decided to make it a live-in
position IF the new girl could start immediately and stay through the
summer. In addition to a salary, plus room and board, they'd also furnish a
vehicle for the nanny to use to drive the kids to their summer
activities. Mindy, an Elementary Education major, in dire need of financial
assistance and without any plans for the summer, was a perfect fit.

	The Roswell home, very similar to the one her parents would buy ten
years later, was like a castle to Mindy. Her small bedroom was as large as
the living room in her parent's current home and with the huge entry hall,
complete with chandelier and curved staircase, it looked to her like a
movie set. Mindy also found out why Elizabeth Roswell, M.D. had warned her
that Evelyn could be, "a bit wild."

	The first instance had been discovering a young man coming out of
Evelyn's room late one morning. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill," Evelyn had
said, as if that would clear everything. Then she'd explained that her
boyfriend had been slipped into her room the previous evening and had
waited until the Drs. Roswell had left for work before leaving the next
morning. "You can tell my folks if you want," Evelyn had taunted, "But it
won't do any good. And it will just cause problems for everyone."

	Mindy had decided that was probably true and having been sexually
active at that age herself, she let it go with a promise from Evelyn that
it wouldn't happen again. With only two years difference in their ages, the
two girls began to bond and share secrets and Mindy had been stunned to
learn just how active Evelyn had been -- especially when she'd mentioned
being in bed with other girls. "You ought to try it," Evelyn had
taunted. "You might like it a lot more than you think. Guys are fun for
fucking, but no one eats pussy as good as another girl. Think about it and
you'll know I'm right."

	Mindy had tried not to think about it. But the more she tried not
to, the more it seemed to stay foremost in the front of her mind. She
thought about it whenever she saw Evelyn. She thought about it when she saw
Elizabeth Roswell, a very sexy lady. She even thought about it when she
changed the baby's diapers. And it was one morning, while changing little
Katie's diapers, that Mindy fell into Evelyn's trap.

	Evelyn had been watching Mindy change the baby; nothing unusual
about that. But when Mindy began cleaning and then rubbing oil on Katie's
crotch, making sure to get her little slit lubricated too, Evelyn had
commented that she'd love to have Mindy clean and oil her the same
way. Mindy had flushed at the thought, wondering what it would be like to
touch another girl that way, but instead of letting Evelyn know the thought
excited her, she'd said, "Next time you wet your diaper I'll be glad to."

	She assumed she'd won that round when Evelyn didn't reply but as
well as she'd gotten to know Evelyn, she should have known better. Later
that afternoon, with the two boys off with friends and Katie down for a
nap, Evelyn came to Mindy's room wearing nothing but a smile and a diaper -
a very wet diaper. Without any fanfare or explanation, Evelyn had flopped
down next to Mindy on the bed and told her, "Better change me soon or your
bed will be soaked."

	So she had, at least she'd taken off the wet diaper. But she hadn't
put on a dry one. Not then nor any of the other times they'd begun an
afternoon of sex with Evelyn in a wet diaper. Later she'd learned that Trey
had been a bed-wetter until fairly recently and that Evelyn had secretly
been using his diapers for her pleasure for years, whenever the mood would
strike her. "Wetting a diaper is awesome," Evelyn had said, urging Mindy to
try it. Mindy had tried it and while she wouldn't have used the word,
"awesome," she did have to admit it was exciting to be doing something so
forbidden and she definitely got a sexual tingle every time she felt the
hot pee spread through the material in her crotch. It was almost like
someone was pissing right on her clit.

      For the next two years, while they both dated and slept with boys,
Evelyn and Mindy had been lovers. Not all the time, and seldom after that
first summer did they use diapers, but still both girls were saddened when
Elizabeth Roswell supervised the spring cleaning the following year and the
diapers, supposedly no longer used, were thrown away. Then Mindy's dad's
financial fortunes improved and he insisted his daughter move into a dorm
and give up her life as a nanny.

      Mindy's new roommate, Teresa, was the one that used, "Gross," to
describe everything, especially anything sexual, and Mindy picked up on
it. She'd begun dating Jim the previous spring, had been going steady with
him by that fall, and engaged by Christmas. Teresa, a firm believer that
sex was for procreation and not recreation, had been horrified when she
discovered her roommate was not only submitting to Jim's sexual demands,
but that she'd been enjoying it too. In addition to `gross,' Teresa had
tried to persuade Mindy her actions were sinful. In a mental compromise of
sorts, Mindy had shut out her past as being gross and sinful, but couldn't
make herself believe that the sexual pleasure she had with Jim was wrong in
any way. It was just too damn good!

      She'd lived that lie of sorts for twenty-five years and now that
Darrell McCain had brought the subject up and it was still fresh on their
minds, and they were still in the afterglow of great sex, it was time to
talk about it. Yet she wasn't about to jump right out and tell her husband
she'd once been very bisexual. Instead, she decided to question him
instead. She had her head on his shoulder, her mouth almost touching his
ear, when she began talking.

      "Have you ever wondered what someone else's might taste like?" she
asked softly.

      Jim almost froze solid, every muscle tensed, thinking she'd been
reading his mind. Not sure if she could smell cum on his breath, he'd
carefully avoided kissing her lips until after he'd been down on her for a
while. He'd never thought about it until that evening, but after they'd
kissed passionately, he realized that Mindy had never once minded when he
kissed her after he'd been licking her pussy and that he had never
hesitated to kiss Mindy after Mindy had sucked his cock. Not once in
twenty-five years had they hesitated and that should have told them both
something. And after they'd fucked, as he'd done so many times, he'd gone
down on Mindy to lick his cum out of her; giving her those final little
orgasms she so loved. This time, with Darrell and the conversation still in
his mind, he'd been wondering what it would be like to lick another man's
cum from his wife after that man had fucked her. But he feigned ignorance,
like he didn't know what she was talking about. He hoped his suddenly rigid
body hadn't given him away.

      "You seem to enjoy the taste of your cum," she explained. "Have you
ever wondered what another man's cum would taste like?"

      That was too specific a question to ignore and unless he lied and
said "no," and then changed the subject, he'd have to explain his
answer. Instead he gave her a vague answer to see how interested she was in
continuing the conversation. "I suppose every man does at some time."

      "Darrell seemed to think that all men try it, especially when they're
young." She paused a moment before adding, "I guess we all experiment when
we're young." It was as near a confession as she could give at the
moment. She was hoping to segue from a confession on his part, of his
possible teenage experimentation, assuming Darrell had been correct and
that Jim had had one, to her own youthful experiences. When he didn't
respond, other than a barely perceptible nod in the darkness, she asked,
"Did you?"

      Jim had a hard time breathing. Again he knew he couldn't say `no' and
if he said `yes,' she'd want details. Better he decided to tell her part of
the truth. "Alan James," he said softly. "He was a kid in my neighborhood."
Then he counted to himself. When she didn't say anything by the count of
five, he was beginning to feel like he wouldn't have to say anything
else. But at the count of nine, she asked, "What did you do?"

      Jim thought about lying. She fully expected a confession that he'd
tried sex with Alan and as long ago as that was she couldn't possibly hold
it against him. But the truth was, they'd jacked off together and had both
obviously enjoyed watching the other's cock. As soon as one shot the other
would. But that was all they'd done -- with one small exception. Once
they'd almost been caught at Alan's house. Just as Alan began to shoot his
load, they heard a noise in the hall and thought it was Alan's brother,
home early. In the resultant scramble, Alan couldn't stop and had shot his
cum on Jim and Jim hadn't shot at all. When they discovered the noise was
the dog that had gotten in because they hadn't closed the back door firmly,
Jim had finished while Alan was putting the dog out. And with Alan out of
the room, Jim had scooped up some of Alan's cum on his fingers and tasted
it and the taste had made Jim shoot off immediately. So while he'd thought
about it then, and many times since, he'd never put his hands and mouth on
any cock but his own - until he'd met Darrell McCain.

      And he couldn't tell her that -- not yet anyway. "You know," he
began another vague answer. "The things a couple of kids would do."

      "Like what?" she persisted.

      So he told her about jacking off together and with a little prodding,
admitted he'd enjoyed watching Alan jack his cock, and with a little more
prodding, told her he'd tasted Alan's cum.

      "Did you dress like a girl for Alan?"

      Jim had thought of Alan and their afternoon jack-off sessions many
times in the last thirty-five years and never once had he made the
connection between what he did with Alan and his dressing in Carla's
clothes. Yet as he thought about it, he became certain that was what had
instigated those masturbatory moments. Alan had been aware of Jim dressing
as Jamie, supposedly to taunt his big sister, and had never said anything
derogatory about what Jim was doing. Yet in retrospect, he could remember
Alan making remarks like, "I wouldn't mind having you for a girlfriend,"
and things like that. They were things he'd never given much thought to at
the time but now . . . he was sure Alan had been giving him permission to
play the feminine role in further exploration. But he hadn't picked up on
it when he'd had the chance and thirty-five years later was a bit too late
to change his mind. "No, I never did," he answered. That wasn't entirely
true. Alan had seen him dressed several times. But he knew she meant for
sex and he hadn't done that.

      "Did you want to?"

      That was exactly the question in his mind too. While he'd tried to
erase those thoughts as he'd gotten older, he knew there'd been times,
several times he was sure, when he'd thought of Alan while jacking off
dressed as Jamie. "I don't know if I wanted to," he answered honestly. "But
I know I thought about it."

      Mindy brought his mind back to the present very quickly. He'd never
taken his panties off when they'd made love, pushing them down far enough
to free his cock when he needed it and then pulling them back up when
they'd finished. So he wasn't too surprised when he felt Mindy's hand begin
to rub his prick through the nylon of the nightie and panties.

      When she felt him respond, and knew he'd be thinking with the little
head and not the big one, she told him, "I need to tell you about Evelyn
Roswell." Then as she continued to slowly tease his semi-stiff dick, she
told him every detail of her adventures with the younger girl. She wasn't
sure what his reaction would be, but knew from the way his cock swelled
that it wouldn't be anger. "You're not mad?" she asked needlessly when
she'd finished her tale.

      He was too stunned to be angry. Considering her comments early in
their marriage, he'd closed the door to any thought that Mindy might have
bisexual yearnings, much less any experience. Even her enjoyment of an
occasional night with `Jamie' had never triggered suspicion on his part
that she would really ever do something sexual with another female, other
than fantasize about it. Yet she had. And more than just sex, she'd been
kinky about it. When he finally could speak, he asked, "You gave me hell
about wearing diapers when Carla told you about it. But you wore diapers?
And you liked it?"

      Mindy almost laughed. She was prepared for questions, in particular
she expected him to ask if she'd done anything like that lately. But all he
wanted to know about was if she'd enjoyed wearing diapers during those
first few months when she and Evelyn had been lovers. "Yeah, I did," she
admitted. "I don't think I realized it at the time. But I . . . Remember
when you were in Iraq?" She heard him mutter and went on. "Well remember I
told you I wore out two vibrators waiting for you to get home?"

      Jim tensed again, sure she was about to confess an affair and his
mind raced, trying to guess who it was she'd had an affair with.

      "Well the same night I'd driven down to see your unit off, it was
late coming back and I didn't want to stop to use the restrooms at any of
the places that were open. I didn't wet the car seat, but I peed in my
panties getting out of the car and it almost made me orgasm. It reminded me
of when I'd worn diapers with Evelyn and how sexy the wet diapers had made
me feel."

      "That was in '91," he said, fully alert. "You've been wearing diapers
all this time?"

      She laughed. "No silly. Don't get your hopes up."

      "Why would that make me get my hopes up?"

      "Because," she said slowly. "If I was wearing diapers, then you'd
have a good excuse to wear diapers too."

      He wasn't sure how they'd gotten from her sexual trysts with Evelyn
Roswell to his having worn diapers or for that matter, why she thought he
might still want to. "What makes you think I'd want to wear diapers? I
haven't done that since I was just starting high school."

      She had to rethink her thinking. "Okay, I believe you. But isn't that
why you made up that story about seeing Erin in diapers? So we could talk
about it? Like you were hoping maybe I'd tell you that you should try it
again?"

      "I didn't make it up. I swear it looked like she was wearing a diaper
the day she and her friend went from her house to the one next-door and I
wasn't making up the story about seeing Paul in the window and Erin walked
up next to him and all she had on was a big thick diaper."

      "And Paul was wearing panties and a bra?"

      "Either that or he had on a woman's bikini bathing suit," he said
with conviction. "And most women don't wear stockings with a bathing
suit. I may need glasses for reading, but anything past the end of my arm I
can see perfect."

      "Okay, okay, I didn't mean to imply you were lying." Actually, she
really did suspect that Jim had been making up those stories. So she
changed the subject -- sort of. "Marge is sure that Erin and her friend
are lovers. She was over there a couple of weeks ago when Erin was off and
Erin was doing laundry. She said they walked throughout the house while
they were talking and that the only bed in the whole house that had been
used was the bed in Erin's room. Marge is sure the two women are sleeping
together."

      "It wouldn't be the first time Marge's imagination had gotten the
better of her. Remember when she thought the people down the street were
running a crack house because there were cars coming in and out all the
time. Then it turned out that the people were in some multi-level marketing
scheme." In Jim's opinion, Marge was not a reliable source of
information. He felt like she had a lethal dose of an overactive
imagination and too much free time on her hands.

      "Yeah I do. Some kind of super-duper vitamins," Mindy said,
"Remember, I got their brochure. But I think this time Marge may be right -
or she misunderstood them. She was over there trying to talk Erin into
getting involved with this neighborhood watch thing that Marge has been
promoting and when she told Erin when the next meeting was, Erin told Marge
that was the weekend that she and Monica -- that's the other girl's name
-- were going to Vegas to get married."

      Now Jim chuckled. "I don't think two women can get married -- even
in Vegas. Had it occurred to you -- or Marge -- that maybe the two
women were planning a double wedding? First weddings are for the bride and
her mother. After that, most people make it a damn sight simpler." Then he
went back to what had been on his mind for the last few minutes. "You were
telling me about wetting your panties while I was gone to Desert Storm and
then got off on me wearing diapers."

      "Oh, yeah," she said, glad he couldn't see her blush. "I . . . When I
wet my panties, it made me think of Evelyn and I wound up masturbating in
the wet panties before I took them off. And . . . this was back when the
kids were still in diapers -- Jimmy still wet the bed and Lynn wasn't
potty trained at all." She took a deep breath and went on. "So I tried
it. I stuck one of Jimmy's big overnight diapers inside my panties like it
was a giant feminine napkin. Then I wet it and it was . . . it turned me
on. I did it a bunch before you got home but that was the only time."

      "Are you telling me this because you want to do it again? If so, I'm
okay with it. I'll bet you'd look a lot cuter in diapers than Erin."

      "No. Well I don't think so. I don't know!" she said, getting
flustered. This wasn't going the way she'd expected. "I'm not even sure how
we got off on this to begin with. And while I haven't seen Erin in diapers,
I seriously doubt I could look any cuter. Erin is such a tiny thing she'd
probably be able to wear them in public and look like it was
fashionable. Lynn was bigger than Erin by the time Lynn was in the sixth
grade." Then they lay quietly for a moment, each lost in thought, until
Mindy remembered she'd gotten sidetracked again. There was something she
wanted to talk to Jim about for years and she'd never have a better chance.

      "What I didn't tell you," she began, "is that I found something else
that was as much fun as the diapers and worked nearly as well without the
diapers as it did with the diapers." Then she went on to tell Jim how she'd
discovered that wetting the diaper, then holding her bladder until she had
to pee again, and then masturbating and letting her bladder go when she
climaxed gave her incredible orgasms. "It's awesome doing it in a diaper,
but then you have a wet diaper to contend with. I discovered I can do the
same thing without the diaper, sitting on the toilet, and do it at work if
I have to."

      By that time Jim was no longer surprised. There were probably lots of
little things that they'd never spoken of. He often used one of her
vibrators to masturbate, usually taking one with him when he'd be gone for
several days. She knew he did it but they never spoke of it nor had she
ever offered to penetrate his ass with her finger or a toy. Yet he knew she
would if he asked. He thought it almost funny that after twenty-five years
together, they still had secrets. As they lay cuddled in the dark, he told
her, "I'd love to watch you do that sometime." Then he added, "Maybe we
could even find a way to do it when we're making love."

      "That WOULD be awesome," she whispered back. "I'll think about it."
She'd never quit rubbing the front of his panties. She could feel that he'd
gotten nearly fully hard again. "I want to suck my sissy Jamie's pretty
pee-pee before I go to sleep," she said; as she moved down to lift the hem
of his nightie.

      `Darrell was better,' he thought as she sucked him. But then Darrell
had a cock too and knew what it took to make one feel good, just as he'd
known what to do to make Darrell happy in spite of having never done it
before. He was getting very close to his third cum of the evening when it
appeared she was reading his mind again.

      She paused to look up, even though she couldn't see his face clearly
with the lights off. "Did Darrell do this for you when you got to his
hotel?" Considering their earlier conversation, his taking an extra hour or
more to take Darrell to his hotel still looked suspicious.

      "No," he answered succinctly.

      "Did he offer?"

      "No." It was the truth -- at least part of it. He wasn't about to
tell her that Darrell had wanted to and decided Jim should save his jism
for her.

      "Would you have let him if he had?"

      "Yes," he said without hesitation. "Maybe. I don't know."

      "What if he wanted you to suck him? Would you do that too?"

      He knew he had to answer immediately or she'd suspect a lie. So he
started speaking even as the words formed in his mind. "I . . . A week ago
I'd have told you no. Now, with everything that we've talked about
. . . I'm not sure anymore." It wasn't a lie. In fact, it was the
truth. But it was still a deceptive answer. Yet he couldn't bring himself
to tell her that he already had -- and had enjoyed it immensely.

      "Maybe we should ask him over again some night before he leaves. I'd
like to watch that." Then she went back to work on Jim's prick, sucking the
cock she'd sucked over a thousand times in the last twenty-five years,
leaving his mind to ponder the vision of her watching him and Darrell have
sex.

      For the next few days, Jim half expected to see Darrell show up
unexpectedly, or possibly with Mindy's help. But the days passed and by the
last day of the tournament, Darrell was well off the lead, one of the first
on and off the course, and was already checked out of the hotel and on to
the next town. He was quite possibly at the next tournament before the
courier service delivered the three baskets from his room to Jim and Mindy,
along with a thank you note from Darrell. Aside from possibly a banana from
the fruit basket, none of Darrell's welcoming gifts had been touched and
he'd repaid their hospitality by sending the baskets over rather than
having them thrown away -- or more likely, wind up at the home of some
hotel staffer.

      They'd discussed inviting Darrell over again, but each had his or her
personal reasons for not going through with it. Mostly it was the things
they were doing for the first time, like adding various types of pee play
to their lovemaking. While they talked about the great things that might
happen with a second man in their bed, or a second woman for that matter,
they were too busy enjoying each other. They had Darrell to thank for
igniting a fire between them that had damn near turned them into newlyweds
-- at least they were acting like newlyweds. And in this case, peeing on
that fire didn't dampen it at all. Instead it made it all the hotter.

      The greatest thing to come of Darrell's visit, at least in Mindy's
mind, had been when she learned Sam had been playing one of the best rounds
of golf of his life until Darrell asked him where he worked and then asked
if he happened to know Mindy. According to the stories Mindy heard, after
learning that Darrell had been a guest at Mindy's home, Sam had totally
crashed after that.

      One thing they both understood from their mini discussions that had
resulted from Darrell's visit, yet hadn't given voice to, was that there'd
be some changes, beginning with greater openness about their sex life. Both
hinted that they'd like the other to take the first step, somehow bringing
a guest of either sex into their love-life, but they didn't come right out
and suggest what that first step should be. Neither thought or would have
ever guessed that some of those changes would come about because of Jim's
carefully manicured lawn.

      The day before Jim was due to fly out to Seattle he was going to mow
the lawn and as usual, started out front, along the curb. How and where a
two foot piece of black, half-inch gas-pipe wound up in his grass, he had
no idea. And why he didn't see it in broad daylight, he couldn't
explain. "Possibly," he thought, because I'm watching the houses across the
street out of the corner of my eye instead of looking at what I'm supposed
to." For whatever reason, twelve feet into the first cut he hit the piece
of pipe and bent the shaft of the mower. When he restarted it, it vibrated
so bad he couldn't mow.

      "See if you can find someone to cut the yard while I'm gone and I'll
get us a new mower when I get back," he told Mindy. "I was thinking about
it anyway. Maybe I'll get one of those self-propelled type so you can use
it too." He didn't take a lot of trips that required him to be gone for
over a week, but there were enough that he didn't like leaving the lawn go
that long between cuttings and Mindy couldn't push the mower they had.

      "A riding mower with electric start would be nice," she teased, but
didn't mean it. The only reason she had trouble pushing their mower was
because their house sat about ten feet higher than the curb, leaving a
pretty steep slope in parts of the front yard. As long as she pushed the
mower parallel to the curb, she didn't have a problem. It was only when she
tried to push it up the slope that she had difficulty.

      Then, even before Mindy had a chance to ask Marge's son to mow the
lawn for them, Jim called to tell her he'd be gone at least a week and a
half, possibly longer. That meant the lawn would need to be cut twice
before Jim got back.

      So Saturday morning Mindy took it upon herself to go buy a new
mower. She told the man she wanted one that started easy and was
self-propelled and he showed her one that fit the bill. What he didn't tell
her after he'd loaded the big box in the back of her mini-van was that
there was some assembly required. He also neglected to mention that she'd
need help to get the box out of the mini-van and the mower out of the box.

      To solve the first problem, getting the box out on the ground, she
went to Marge's house to recruit Marge's son or husband and found they'd
both gone camping somewhere. However Marge volunteered and between the two
women, they were able to get the box onto the driveway, even if they did
drop it. But once the box was open, and they saw the handle folded up,
unattached, and the wheels in a separate box inside the larger one, plus a
bag of all sorts of strange looking hardware in addition to the usual nuts
and bolts, Marge wasn't any more help than Mindy. So the two of them
dragged the box into the garage and Marge went home while Mindy pondered
her options. She was about to give up when she noticed Erin beginning to
mow her front lawn.

      Erin had been in Mindy's mind for several days, maybe weeks. When Jim
had first mentioned seeing Erin slipping from her house to the next-door
neighbor's by way of their side gates and wearing what Jim was sure was a
diaper, Mindy had dismissed his notion and tried to do the same with the
thoughts of her own experiences in diapers. At the time, it had seemed like
a coincidence. Then a short time later, Jim had told her about seeing Erin
again, this time wearing only a diaper and standing next to Paul, the man
that lived next door to her and he was supposedly wearing lingerie. That
story had made her worry. She didn't believe it either as she thought she
was probably the inspiration for his fabricated tales.

      Some weeks back, she'd been introduced to a young woman from a
different department at work. The woman's name was Evelyn and she bore a
slight resemblance to the Evelyn of her youth. It wasn't the same woman,
but it brought back memories of her Evelyn and it seemed to Mindy that she
crossed paths with this new Evelyn just often enough that Mindy couldn't
get the old one off her mind. In addition, Mindy had a history of talking
in her sleep. She hadn't done it in a couple of years, and usually went
through spells of a few months when it occurred, but she had no way of
knowing when those sporadic spells came about unless Jim told her. When
he'd come up with the second story about Erin in diapers and standing
beside Paul in lingerie, she'd been certain that the new Evelyn had
triggered strong memories and she'd been talking in her sleep about wearing
diapers with the Evelyn of her youth. She suspected that Jim had been
trying to coax her into revealing her past by fabricating the stories about
their neighbors. Maybe he was trying to tell her he'd like to try dressing
up as Paul was supposed to have done and that he wanted her to wear diapers
again. Or maybe he wanted to wear diapers again and hearing her mumbled
confessions in her sleep had triggered his old urges and that's what was
behind his stories about the neighbors. The one possibility she never took
into consideration was that the stories might be true.

      Then, when Darrell's visit had evoked a conversation that had
resulted in her telling him about all that past history, Jim had stuck by
his guns, maintaining that every word about Erin and Paul had been
true. Jim had no need to keep up a cover story if it wasn't true, so she'd
begun to be much more interested in what might be going on across the
street. For her to have thoughts about her lesbian, diapered relationship
with Evelyn brought to mind, and then learn that the neighbor across the
street ran around in diapers and lived with another lesbian was too much
coincidence for her to accept. She had only Marge's word about Erin's
relationship with the woman that had moved in with her and she shared Jim's
opinion that Marge had an overactive imagination.

      As Mindy discreetly watched Erin mow her lawn, she admired the other
woman and decided once again that Erin really was a cute little thing. She
wondered why they hadn't become friends and decided that it was probably
because Jim and Erin's ex-husband hadn't gotten along. Jim had concluded
after meeting Keith or Kevin or whatever his name was, that, "He wouldn't
last a year in the Army." That had been before Jim retired and he based all
his opinions of the men he met on their ability to handle Army
discipline. He'd mellowed a lot in the last couple of years, or he'd have
come to the same opinion about Darrell. It seemed to Mindy that Darrell had
a lot going for him, but doubted Darrell was the kind of `soldier material'
that Jim had once used to measure his friends. Sometimes Jim's ram-rod
stiff attitude had made her have to bite her tongue to keep from laughing,
knowing that under that strict, by-the-book, gung-ho posture was a man
wearing panties.

      That made her think again of his stories about Erin and her neighbor
Paul. It sure didn't look to Mindy like Erin could be wearing a diaper, but
then to Jim, the baggy camping shorts Erin was wearing, compared to the way
hers fit, might lead Jim to conclude she had on a diaper. However he'd said
when he saw her at Paul's window that a diaper was all she had on. She
looked at the large picture window in the front of Paul's house and tried
to determine whether she could tell what someone was wearing if they were
standing close enough to the window to open and close the curtains and
concluded that she doubted she could be certain. But then, Jim had said
he'd been on the other end of the house, behind the hedge at the corner of
the house, and that would have given him a much better angle. Then she saw
something that she would never have noticed if she hadn't been staring in
the direction of Paul's house.

      If Mindy were cutting the grass, she'd start next to the driveway and
work her way around to the far side. But Erin cut the grass like Jim,
starting out at the curb, going to the property line, up the side and
working his way back, so that he finished at the driveway. Erin's house was
on a corner and her garage was around the side, giving her a much larger
front yard to cut. She'd started by following the curb around like Jim
would have done and was now going back and forth from the curb to the
backyard fence, between her house and Paul's. There wasn't anyone in the
picture window in front of Paul's house, but Mindy was sure she could see
two women standing in the side window of the house, waving at Erin, and
she'd swear she saw Erin, who appeared to be trying to ignore them, smile
and shake her head no.

      Mindy tried to determine if one of the women was really Paul. She
couldn't, so moving like her dad had taught her to do when he'd taken her
hunting, she waited until Erin was turned the other way, pushing the mower
back between the houses, then moved slowly from where she'd been standing
and searched for the binoculars that Jim kept somewhere in the back of the
garage. They'd been a gift from one of the first companies he'd consulted
for, an optics manufacturer that was trying to get a contract to supply
binoculars to the military. When she found them, she stayed as far back in
the garage as she could, and focused on the window where the two women
were. She almost gasped when she realized Jim must have been right.

      The ten-power binoculars made the two women in the window across the
street seem to be as close as her own driveway. Even better, the binoculars
had some sort of polarizing lenses that cut the glare off the window and
that made the image even clearer. Paul, with his hair and face made up like
a woman, and his wife were wearing matching baby-doll nighties and
. . . what could be . . . might be . . . probably were, diapers and big
ruffled panties underneath!

      At least Paul was for sure. She knew he mostly worked from home and
she'd seen him numerous times. He always waved to her if she was by
herself, but not to Jim or to her if Jim was around. She had to admit that
one thing she didn't like about Jim at times was the stand-offish posture
he often had that made it hard for them to make new friends. But he was
getting better and it looked like he and Paul had something in common,
though Jim had never shown any desire to dress up completely like Paul was
dressed. She'd tried putting makeup on him one time and he'd thrown a
fit. She had to smile when she thought of that.

      He'd almost bellowed at her, "What do you think I am, some sort of
sissy?" What had made it so funny was that he had on a pair of her panties
and a slip and she'd had to fight to keep from laughing. She wondered - if
he and Paul were to become friends - if he'd still feel the same way? She
remembered the response he'd given her, when she'd asked if he would have
sucked Darrell's cock if Darrell had made the offer. It had been something
to the effect that just a short time back he'd have said no, but now he
wasn't sure. It seemed to her that the longer he was out of uniform and
away from all of that daily military posturing, the more the real Jim was
coming out. She had no idea how long she'd been standing in one spot,
reflecting the changes that both she and Jim had made since they'd met and
more recently, since Jim had retired from the service and gone into
business for himself. However, when Erin finished the part of her lawn on
one side of the sidewalk and shut her mower off to take a break, Mindy
thought of a way to solve one problem and possibly create some new and more
interesting ones.

      As soon as she saw Erin come out to restart her mower, Mindy moved
quickly, crossing the street, hollering "Hello," and getting Erin's
attention. Her timing couldn't have been better, nor could she have picked
a better person.

      Mindy was right about one thing, it was Jim's attitude that had kept
the neighbors from being more neighborly. She could tell that he wasn't the
ram-rod straight person he once was, but the neighbors had yet to detect
any change and having once formed their first impression, they had no
desire to be close enough to notice the difference. That was proven to her
when she explained her problem to Erin and Erin had immediately offered to
help - as soon as Mindy explained that Jim was out of town.

      "Whatever," Erin offered. "I'll be glad to help you assemble yours,
or you can borrow my mower, or . . . . your grass looks like it needs
cutting worse than mine . . . and I'm mostly doing mine because I'm bored
. . . If you're sure the Colonel won't get mad, I'll be happy to cut yours
for you."

      Mindy fought back a laugh and the urge to ask Erin why she'd turned
down an obvious invitation from Paul and Kathy if she was bored. But that
would mean letting her know she'd been watching the interaction. Spying on
your neighbors hardly seemed like the best way to promote goodwill. So
instead, Mindy told her that Erin's mower appeared to be exactly like the
one she'd just bought and didn't know how to assemble and that if Erin
didn't mind letting her borrow it for a few minutes, maybe with an
assembled mower sitting next to the one in the box, the assembly would make
more sense than the instruction book that had come with the mower.

      "Makes sense," Erin concluded. "But it's really not as daunting a
task as you'd think." Then she explained that her mower was only a few
months old, had come from the same store, and was probably an exact match
and that she'd put hers together with no problems. "Of course, I was a bit
of a tomboy when I was young and used to help out in my dad's garage."

      Mindy almost had to laugh again, hearing Erin say, "When I was
young." It looked to Mindy like Erin was about half her age. But that
didn't stop her from accepting Erin's offer.

      Erin wondered, but to herself, what had brought about the sudden
friendliness from Mindy, concluding it was probably out of necessity. She
could easily imagine the Colonel confining his wife to quarters for not
getting the lawn cut in his absence. She'd also noticed that Mindy had
looked over her shoulder at Paul and Kathy's house a couple times while
they'd been talking and hoped that the two weren't still standing in their
bedroom window dressed as they were a few minutes earlier. She and Monica
were supposed to go over there for supper and then the four of them were
going out to a night club for a few drinks. It would be Miss Paula's first
excursion totally en femme and they were all looking forward to it. They'd
been trying to tempt Erin into coming over early and Erin was well aware
where that would lead -- probably with Monica joining in when she got
home and the four of them going nowhere -- at least nowhere outside the
house.

      They had all weekend for that. She'd turned down their offer, telling
them to wait until Monica got home, and then had started cutting her lawn
to stay busy and avoid answering their phone calls. Then the devious pair
had stood in their bedroom window in their play-clothes, trying to tempt
Erin in that way. It had almost worked. She'd decided that if her diaper
needed changing by the time she was finished with the lawn, she might --
just might -- let Kathy and Miss Paula change it for her. Going across
the street to help Mindy seemed like the easiest way to resist that
temptation. "I've got the tools we'll need if you don't," she said, pushing
her mower toward the garage.

      "Jim is almost impossible to buy presents for," Mindy explained. "So
for Christmas and his birthday for at least five years I've been giving him
hundred dollar gift cards from Home Depot. I'm not sure he even knows how
to use some of the tools he's bought, but I think he's got one of
everything in the store."

      A few minutes later they were in Mindy's garage, busy assembling the
new mower, and when Erin squatted down to tighten the wheels, Mindy
couldn't help but notice that Erin was indeed wearing a diaper. That
confirmation seemed to shut her up, as she had now validated every one of
Jim's accusations about their neighbors across the street. As outlandish as
those remarks had seemed when he'd made them, within the last hour she had
confirmed every one of them to her satisfaction. Of course there was still
Marge's theory that Erin and the woman that lived with her were
lesbians. That had yet to be proven.

      Assembling the mower was a simple task for Erin. In fact, she was
taking her time in order to pay more attention to Mindy. So it was easy for
her to notice that Mindy had suddenly gotten quiet. Glancing up quickly,
she saw where Mindy was looking and the flushed look on Mindy's
face. Glancing down, she realized that while the baggy shorts might hide
her diaper when she was standing, squatting down as she was had caused the
thick soggy diaper to be very visible through one of the leg
openings. Automatically, she flushed some too and wondered what the older
woman must be thinking.

      Mindy wasn't just thinking. Her mind was racing as fast, or faster,
than it ever had. Ever since Jim had first mentioned what he thought was
the unusual behavior of the people across the street, she'd fought the
compulsion to join in on Jim's fantasy, more precisely, to fantasize about
joining in on their neighbor's fun, assuming that it was all a figment of
Jim's imagination that he was using to encourage her to think like
that. Now, with it all proven to her that Jim hadn't been making any of it
up, those fantasies, and all the possible combinations and scenarios were
rushing through her thoughts like an erotic movie on fast forward. Suddenly
she realized she was starring at the bulge in Erin's crotch and that Erin
had stopped working on the mower and was starring at her. Mindy turned as
red as the warning tag on the oil filler cap.

      Although she should have been the one to be embarrassed, some time
back Erin had come to the decision, with Monica's complete and
whole-hearted approval, that she would spend as much of her life in diapers
as she could realistically get away with and anyone that didn't like it
would just have to live with it. That included her friends, neighbors,
relatives, and the people she worked with. She'd started wearing the
disposable diapers to work, showering and changing into her scrubs while
there, and then re-diapering herself before she left for home. It had
raised some eyebrows she was sure, but nothing at all had been said. Her
friends were much more limited in number. It pretty much included her next
door neighbors and that was it. She wasn't from the area and most of her
friends locally had been her ex's friends. That left Monica, Kathy, and
Miss Paula as her only true friends and they loved to see her in
diapers. Her parents were half-way across the country, as were her two
brothers and she'd get around to explaining it to them if and when she had
to. Explaining Monica was going to be the hard part, and she was sure the
diapers would be inconsequential after her relatives learned that she'd
married a man that lived as a woman.

      So while she didn't feel obligated to explain herself to Mindy, she'd
always felt an attraction to the fascinating older woman and didn't want to
let this chance to get to know each other better be ruined. Without
addressing her diapered condition directly, she ignored their verbal
stalemate, finished tightening the wheel she was working on, and then moved
to the next one. Then she looked up at Mindy again and told her, "Being a
tomboy in my dad's garage has come in handy a bunch of times. I've got two
older brothers and neither of them had any desire to work in the garage
with my dad."

      Mindy couldn't resist. With as close to a straight face as she could
muster, she asked, "So you were the baby of the family huh?"

      Erin tried equally hard to keep a straight face too. But in seconds,
the two women were both laughing when Erin answered, "Looks like I still
am."

      That totally broke the ice between the two women. While Erin finished
assembling the mower, they chatted like long lost school mates. Although
diapers were never mentioned directly, they were hinted at a time or
two. It wasn't until after the mower was completely assembled, filled with
gas and oil, and cranked up to be sure it would start, that Mindy asked
Erin to come inside for something cold to drink and then the conversation
got much more personal.

      "I hope what I'm wearing doesn't upset you," Erin began, after taking
a large sip of the iced tea she'd been given. "It's just something I like
to do."

      "Not at all!" Mindy assured her. "There was a time when I was around
your age when I thought wearing and wetting a diaper was the greatest way
to enjoy myself when Jim was overseas."

      "Really? How did you discover that?"

      "Just lucky I guess," Mindy answered, trying to make a joke of
it. Then with very little prodding and lots of encouragement from Erin, she
went on to tell Erin the whole story about wetting her panties and how it
reminded her of her and Evelyn Roswell and then she told Erin about that
too.

      "That is so cool!" Erin responded when Mindy was finished. Then she
told Mindy about her own youth and how she'd loved being the baby of the
family and had fought to keep her diapers, what she considered the ultimate
symbol of her babyhood.

      "I kept wetting my bed at night on purpose," Erin told her. "so that
my mom had to keep me in diapers. Then I'd wet the diapers and I loved
it. I didn't stop until I discovered boys and then discovered boys were as
interested in cars as they were in girls. So I went straight from being a
big baby to being a tomboy and working with my dad at his garage to learn
about cars. Some guys thought it was really cool that I knew as much about
cars as they did."

      "My only interest in cars at that age was if there was enough room in
the back seat for sex."

      "Yeah," Erin told her laughing. "That's where I lost mine too." Then
she listened quietly as Mindy told her of an era when there were still a
few drive-in theaters around and teens could use a variety of parking areas
to make out without fear.

      Erin enjoyed all of Mindy's stories, but the part that stuck in her
mind the most was how quickly Mindy had confessed her relationship with
another girl. That, more than Mindy's admission that she'd enjoyed diapers
a couple of times in her life had gotten Erin thinking about Mindy as a
potential playmate. Their conversation was doing the one thing she'd hoped
to avoid -- getting her sexually aroused. She started looking at her
watch and Mindy misunderstood her motives.

      Sensing that Erin was eager to leave, Mindy told her, "I'm sorry to
keep you. You probably need to be finished with your yard before your
girlfriend comes home."

      "Oh don't worry about that," Erin answered "Monica isn't a stickler
for how well the yard is kept. Like I said, I mostly do it out of boredom."

      "Doesn't the housework keep you busy enough? Even with the kids gone
I still don't ever seem to have all the time I need to work and clean house
too."

      Erin almost giggled when she told Mindy, "We have a maid come in a
couple of times a week."

      Immediately Mindy recalled Jim telling her about Paul in the maid
costume going over to Erin's house with his wife. Everything else had been
confirmed so she decided why not confirm that too. "You wouldn't happen to
mean the guy next door to you would you?"

      Erin grinned and reddened slightly. "I guess you've seen Miss Paula
huh?"

      Mindy debated about telling her what she'd seen earlier and decided
against it. Instead she said, "Jim has. He told me he's seen Paul dressed
in women's clothes and you dressed in diapers. But I never believed it
until just now. I figured if the part about you wearing diapers was true,
then the part about Paul in lingerie must be too."

      Erin smiled and nodded. "Yep. That's my maid. And she's a damn good
one too. She's really getting into the role." Then she looked at her watch
again.

      "You must need to go. I'd love to hear more about all that, but I
don't want to keep you."

      "Oh, I'm not late or in a rush or anything. I'm just keeping track of
the time and wondering if Monica is going to get home before I need my
diaper changed." Then she grinned a little bigger. "Of course I can always
get Miss Paula to change it for me."

      "His wife doesn't mind?"

      "It was her idea to make a maid out of him. When she discovered he
loved to wear women's clothes and had secretly been wearing diapers,
instead of being mad, she went the other way and couldn't be happier. He
wears diapers almost as much as I do now and sometimes so does Kathy."

      Mindy could hardly believe it. "What about Monica? Does she wear
diapers too?"

      "Sometimes," Erin answered. "But mostly she enjoys other sorts of pee
play." She hesitated a moment, trying to decide if she should risk
alienating the older woman by being too honest, but sensing that Mindy
wasn't at all disgusted by the mention of pee play, added, "We all do."

      Instead of being disgusted, Mindy was slightly flushed with arousal
too as she told Erin, "Jim and I tried it just this last week." Then she
went on to tell Erin about her second adventure in diapers and how that had
led to her learning how to orgasm as her bladder let go and how she'd been
doing that in private, behind Jim's back for years. "Now he wants to watch
me wet my panties."

      "I think you should," Erin whispered softly.

      "Right now? Or when Jim gets back from his trip?"

      "Either one," Erin encouraged, reaching to hold the older woman's
hand. "Or both. Both would be better. I'll help if you want."

      There were hundreds of thoughts and words and answers that Mindy
considered giving. Many were of denial, but at the same time she was almost
sure that this was exactly what had been in her subconscious mind when
she'd walked across the street to talk to Erin. So of those hundreds of
words, only one came out. Squeezing Erin's hand affectionately, she moaned,
"Yes."

      To be continued . . . .


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