Her regular pajamas

As the day turned to night, it became time for Kylee and Michael to get ready for bed. The couple retreated to their master suite and went through their normal routine.

Kylee stripped down to her panties and a nightshirt and went to the sink in their master bathroom to start brushing her teeth. While Michael was stripping down to his bedtime attire--nothing--he looked over to get his typical nightly peak at his wife's shapely, panty-clad ass while she was bent over the sink. His view quickly reminded him, however of Kyle's predicament from earlier in the day.

Kylee's normally pale shapely ass was still red from the diaper rash she contracted while wearing what he believed was a wet diaper. This stark reminder of Kylee's potty problems prompted Michael to ask her a question.

"Hey, baby?" Michael opened cautiously.

"Yes, honey?" Kylee said, turning around and taking the toothbrush out of her mouth, a little toothpaste dripping from her mouth onto to her chin.

"So, um... remember how you, uh, wet yourself this morning while you were napping at the gym?" Michael asked. Kylee's face turned bright red at the reminder.

"Yes... I definitely do," Kylee responded, subconsciously itching the skin of her irritated groin. "Why?"

"Well, um, I was just thinking, do you think it might be best if you wore some of the... protection... Julie sent home with you tonight? Just in case, you know?" Michael suggested.

Kylee, remembering the terms of her new deal with Julie, blushed an even deeper shade of crimson knowing that she was required to wet the bed tonight to keep her dalliances with her Nanny secret from her husband. Kylee had formulated a plan to keep her new 'accidents' secret from Michael, however. She would just wait until he got up in the morning and showered. Then she would wet the bed, take a picture, and quickly change the bottom sheet before he noticed. He'd never notice.

"Nah... No... I'm sure I'll be fine tonight," Kylee lied, unconvincingly. "It was probably just the stress of the day, you know?"

"Ok, whatever you say, love. But, you know, it's not embarrassing to wear protection if you need it, right?" Michael pressed. "What would be a problem though, if, say, you didn't wear protection when you needed it and made a mess. If that started happening, well, maybe we'd have to talk about taking away your options," Michael added with a somewhat menacing tone.

Kylee felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine and through her pussy at the idea of being **** into diapers by her husband. The thought both terrified her and deeply aroused her.

"No, I'm fine Michael! Stop pushing! I am an adult, not some bedwetting toddler that needs my daddy to diaper me before bed every night!" Kylee responded indignantly.

Michael gave Kylee a sideling glance. "Are you sure about that? I have a memory of wiping your red little bottom this morning that would beg to differ?" Michael told Kylee with a playful, yet domineering tone. The image of forcing Kylee into a diaper causing blood to rush to his exposed penis.

"Fuck, Michael, are you getting hard thinking about diapering me? I'm not going to debase myself just so you can get your rocks off. Now drop it, and let's go to bed," Kylee huffed.

It was now Michael's turn to turn red in embarrassment. "I'm sorry love. I don't know what came over me. This isn't a joke or a sex thing, I know. I just kind of, like the idea of my strong, assertive, powerful wife taken down a few legs, you know? Regardless, I'll drop it for now," Michael backtracked, "But, seriously, if you start wetting the bed, we are going to have to readdress whether panties are going to be enough at night. I DO NOT want to start waking up drenched in your piss."

Kylee walked over, grabbed Michael's penis in her hand, stroking it a few times, and looked up at him with a sultry gaze. "Well, I am fine with your creepy little fantasy, as long as you still are fine fucking your strong, assertive, powerful, wife," Kylee said, emphasizing her last phrase by pushing Michael in the chest onto the bed.

Kylee then climbed on top of her naked husband, pulled her shirt off, pushed her panties to the side, and started to ride Michael harder than she had ever ridden him before.

"Ahhhhh..." Michael moaned as Kylee rhythmically squeezed his pulsing dick with her soaking wet vagina.

Kylee reached down and grabbed Michael by the side of the face. "That's good, isn't it?" She asked.

"Yuh... Yes..." He said between moans.

"That's right! Now, do you want to cum?" Kylee asked.

"Yes..." Michael responded, "Fuck yes."

"Then tell me what a dominate, powerful woman I am," Kylee demanded.

Michael, his brain overwhelmed by the pleasure of his wife riding him like a thoroughbred horse, was more than eager to comply.

"You... a... dominate... powerful... WOMAN!" Michael said as he ejaculated his warm, sticky cum into Kylee's warm, throbbing pussy.

After a day of being repeatedly infantalized and demeaned, the power that Kylee felt taking control over her husband and hearing him call her a powerful woman was intoxicating. As Michael filled her with his sticky, warm load, her body was overtaken with pleasure. She collapsed onto Michael's chest, grabbed him by the shoulders and shuddered as her body was assaulted by waves of ecstasy, and she came repeatedly.

Eventually, both Michael and Kylee finished coming. The two lovers laid there for a moment, bodies entangled, and just enjoyed the feeling of each other's bodies.

Slowly, the two of them disentangled and crawled under their covers, content with some of the best sex they've had in years.

As Kylee started to drift off to sleep, she smiled, feeling mature, powerful and domineering. Her pleasure was almost enough for her to forget about her new deal with Julie. However, just as Kylee was about to fall asleep listening to Michael's content snores, the inflamed skin of her tender ass became overwhelmingly itchy, reminding her of her diaper rash and future as Julie's little diapered pet.