Michael and Kylee have sex.

Michael and Kylee sat quietly next to each other in the car as they drove home. Both were processing the events that had occurred at the gym.

Michael wanted badly to ask Kylee about the pull up she was wearing. However, given the way Kylee acted around Julie, he decided not to press the issue yet.

Kylee, on the other hand, was lost in her fantasy's about Emily, Julie, and being treated like a small child. Why did being put in a diaper and talked down to turn her on so much? Just thinking about Emily's 'Happy Baby' comments nearly gave Kylee an orgasm. She had never felt so aroused or so ashamed by it.

Michael and Kylee quickly made it home. They both went back to their bedroom to get ready to shower.

"Who should shower first?" Michael asked as he took off his shirt.

"I don't care," Kylee said sheepishly, "maybe we could shower together?" Given her arousal, Kylee was hoping for some sexy time with her husband to scratch her sexual itches.

"Oh, that sounds fun! We haven't done that in forever!" Michael responded. "Why don't we get those clothes off!" Michael quickly grabbed for Kylee's yoga pants, and Kylee found herself being undressed by another adult for the second time in less than two hours.

When Michael pulled Kylee's pants down though, it revealed what Kylee had forgotten about. The training pants Julie has put her in.

"Oh, what's this? Did someone have some potty problems and get sent back to potty training today?" Michael said teasingly.

Kylee turned red, "Uh, yeah, it was, uh, all the had."

"I don't know," Michael said, "I feel like someone was a naughty little girl who pissed herself in front of her whole gym class today!" Michael reached down and grabbed Kylee by her padded crotch. "And it feels like putting you in training pants was the right idea! You feel wet again!"

Kylee looked down and, sure enough, the dryness indicator on the front of the pull up had disappeared, replaced with a tell-tell yellowing of the padding.

"What the fuck? I don't even remember wetting myself?" Kylee said.

"That's okay. I think it's kind of cute you are a dirty little girl who can't keep her pants dry," Michael responded. And Kylee could tell that he did think it was 'cute.' As Michael massaged the wet padding of her pull up into her pussy in a way that felt WAY too good, she could see Michael's penis was rock hard.

"You... You do?" Kylee asked, timidly.

Michael grabbed Kylee's chin and tilted her face up until they were eye to eye. "I do, baby.". Kylee could see the passion burning in his eyes.

"Well then, I think you should fuck this naughty little girl daddy," Kylee said seductively.

That was all it took. Michael quickly spun Kylee around and bent her over the bed. Rather than pulling off her pull up completely, he pulled it to the side just enough to allow his throbbing member into her soaking wet pussy.

"Daddy," she moaned as her thrust his penis into her, "Aren't you going to take my pull up off?"

Michael grabbed Kylee's hair and pulled her head back a little as he started thrusting in and out of her ethnically. "No baby," he groaned through his pleasure, "I clearly can't trust you not to make a mess without protection."

The humiliation at the apparent truth of that statement turned Kylee on more, she thrust her hips aggressively back into him, feeling the disgusting but wonderful feel of the wet padding of her pull up press between them each time their bodies pressed together.

Kylee moaned louder.

"Now baby, tell me that you are a naughty little pants wetter," Michael demanded.

Through her moans, Kylee **** herself to say, "I'm a naughty little pants wetter."

"Again," Michael demanded as he thrust into her. Kylee could barely stand the pleasure.

"I'm a naughty little pants wetter." She repeated. Michael's penis started to throb within her.

"Again," Michael panted out.

"I'M A NAUGHTY LITTLE PANTS WETTER!" Kylee screamed as she came. At the same time, she could hear Michael yelling in pleasure and feel him pumping her full of his sticky, white cum.

Both Michael and Kylee then collapsed to the bed. The laid next to each other in post-coital bliss as Michael's cum slowly leaked out of Kylee into the ever-thirsty padding of her pull up.