Michael is concerned.

Kylee laid back in her car seat, enjoying the post-orgasm haze as Emily drove her van ever closer to home. Kylee hoped to God that Michael would still be out running errands when they got there. Kylee quickly realized that her wish wouldn't be granted as she felt the car slow and turn into her familiar driveway. Parked right next to Emily's van was Michael's car. Her husband was home, and she wasn't going to be able to hide her diapered state. Kylee started to panic.

"Emily! You can't bring me home dressed like this! Michael is going to find out about my arrangement with Nanny, and my life will be ruined!" Kylee pleaded. "Can't you take me back to your place to change into some more adult clothes and then drop me off?"

Emily looked at the anxiety filled face of the diapered, grown woman strapped into the car seat in the back of her van and smiled to herself mischievously.

"Now, Kylee, do you think I would let you into my van with big girl panties on? How many times have you wet your pants over the last three days?" Emily turned back in her seat to ask.

Kylee, looked down in shame and said nothing.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question Little Miss Pottypants. How many times have you wet yourself over the last three days?" Emily asked again.

"Um... Like four?" Kylee responded.

"Like four? You don't even know for certain how often you've wet yourself?" Emily responded. "No, don't answer that, of course you don't, that is why Julie is putting you through her special personal training program. But, you haven't just wet yourself, have you? Did you poop your pretty little pampers today?"

"Ye... yes," Kylee responded, defeated.

"So, why would I risk letting you make a mess in my car just so you could hide your shame from your husband for a little longer? I know Julie's rules for you. He is going to know what a little pants wetter you are soon enough. Plus, he already knows you had an accident today. You think that your Nanny didn't tell him about that back at the gym?" Emily continued.

Kylee felt her stomach drop at the realization that not only was Michael going to have to deal with her Nanny-mandated bed wetting soon, but that he also already knew about her prior accident. "She told him that?" Kylee asked.

"Of course she did sweetie! Why do you think Michael was okay just leaving you at the gym. He wanted to make sure his precious little pants pisser had some time to decompress from her naughty little accident before she came home. Now, enough talking, let's get you out of my van. I need to get back to work."

Emily got out of her seat, walked to the back of her van, slid open the door, and began the process of unbuckling Kylee from the infant car seat she was trapped in. Kylee did her best to ignore the humiliation she was feeling as Emily grabbed her under the armpits and helped guide her out of the van like a mother would a small child. Emily then reached into the car to grab something else out. The pink diaper bag that Julie had sent home with Kylee. Emily slung the diaper bag over a shoulder.

"Wouldn't want to forget baby's new gym bag!" Emily declared as she grabbed Kylee's hand and started walking the diapered woman up to the front door of her house.

As they made it to the door, Emily knocked loudly, announcing their presence.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" Kylee said, "This is my house, I can just go in, and you could just take off back to work."

"Could I? I don't think your Nanny would approve of me just leaving you here without supervision..." Emily was interrupted as the door opened revealing Michael, looking more attractive than Kylee could ever remember in a tank top and his athletic shorts.

"Oh, Emily! It's great to see you again!" Michael said, his eyes instantly finding the stunningly beautiful woman rather than his wife.

"Yeah, I'm here to drop of Kylee, just like I said I would be," Emily said cheerily, her manner instantly changing from domineering to flirtatious once Michael opened the door.

"Oh yeah! Kylee!" Michael said, as his gaze drifted over to his wife for the first time. Michael's expression moved from one of slight amusement to worry as he noticed that Kylee was wearing nothing but the shirt she had put on this morning and the largest baby-style diaper he had ever seen. "Oh, baby! Did you have another rough morning?" Michael said with the condescending tone of a father attempting to soothe his young daughter. "Come here sweetheart!"

Michael pulled Kylee into a warm embrace. Kylee initially resisted the contact, too humiliated to feel she deserved any sort of physical affection. However, as Michael engulfed her in his arms, she let herself enjoy the bear hug, feeling protected and cared for in a way she couldn't describe. She started to cry into his chest as she felt comfortable enough to let her emotions from the day take over.

"Oh yes, Kylee had a very rough morning. She had another little accident, just like last time," Emily said, "Unluckily for her, all that Julie had for replacement bottoms in the daycare were the diapers."

"Oh, my poor baby!" Michael said, pulling Kylee in closer. "Let's get you in the house and changed into something more comfortable," he continued.

Michael started to let Kylee go and direct her into the house, but before he could turn around, Emily stopped him.

"Michael, before you go in, Julie wanted Kylee to have this. It's a new gym bag full of some... um... supplies she'll need when she comes back to the gym," Emily said hesitantly, handing over Kylee's new pink diaper bag. "Because of Kylee's little incidents, Julie and I think it's best that, when she comes to the gym, she wears a little protection in the future."

"Uh, okay," Michael said confused as he took the bag. Kylee, standing next to him with his arm around her shoulder turned a deep shade of crimson. "I guess that makes sense," Michael continued.

"Oh! But, don't worry! Julie has also taken a special interest in Kylee! She's going to start giving Kylee some personal training! Kylee is really excited about it, aren't you Kylee?" Emily said.

Kylee responded the only way she knew she could. She plastered a smile on her face and said with the cheeriest tone she could muster, "Yes! I am very excited to get some personal training!"

"Well, um... great," Michael, confused and worried he only has half of the story, as he adjusts Kylee's bag on his shoulder. "Well, thank you again Emily for your help today, Kylee and I both really appreciate it."

"Anytime Mikey!" Emily said, pushing her way between Kylee and Michael as she gave Michael a warm hug. "I'll see you both at the gym tomorrow?" Emily asked, looking up at Michael.

Michael, who now had arousal joining his jumble of confused emotions, smiled down at Emily, enjoying the touch from the beautiful woman. "Of course," he said to Emily before detaching from her embrace and turning back to his wife. "Alright, Kylee, let's go get you into some big kid clothes," he teased as he led his waddling, diapered wife, into their house.

Emily went back to her van, crawled in the driver seat, and watched as Michael led Kylee back into their house. As she watched Kylee's diapered ass waddling away from her, she couldn't help but start to rub her throbbing pussy. Her growing fantasy of infantalizing and cuckolding another woman was starting to look like a reality. Emily closed her eyes and imagined being fucked by Michael while Kylee watched from a crib in the corner, grinding her poopy diaper into a stuffed animal. The fantasy overtook her as she vigorously fingered herself over her yoga pants. Emily screamed as she came, sitting in the driver's seat of her van in Michael and Kyle's driveway.

Emily then drove off, hopeful of what the future was going to bring.