Chapter Twenty-Four
It was the fact that Amber and Grant were kissing that had Aaron on edge—figuratively and literally.
His nerves were frayed in that thrilling yet angsty way, but he was also on the brink of coming in his diaper—brought there simply by what he heard and the images conjured by his imagination.
The soft pops. Those euphoric sighs. All the delicate, intimate sounds of their mouths fitting together.
Without even realizing it, Aaron started rubbing his diaper. But the plastic crinkled too loudly for him to continue. This was already embarrassing enough! What if Grant walked in and found him pleasuring himself?
That would be more humiliation than he could take!
So, he tried to redirect his mind as the sounds grew more intense and intimate. But every thought he had just led right back to where he was.
There were dozens of realizations and questions weighing on his brain, it seemed.
The sex had been so good last night that Amber just had to have it again to start her day.
How close had Amber and Grant already grown?
Was this more than sex? Perhaps they were going to have an actual relationship.
It was all so agonizingly sweet. He’d never had desire and fear collide like this—the want propelling him forward but the dread holding him back.
There was no possible way he could think of anything else right now. He was utterly helpless. All he could do was sit in that playpen and listen.
As another man ravaged his wife…
***
Amber was flowing like a fountain.
If last night was any indication, the sex was going to be great. But it was more than that.
It was the way Grant handled her.
He wasn’t rough. Wasn’t demanding. Didn’t come across as domineering in any way.
But he was confident. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed and how to get her there. He had faith in his abilities and knew he was a skilled lover, without being arrogant.
And she was helpless to resist him.
They’d started off slow, with kissing, and that was part of what had her so wet, too.
It wasn’t just foreplay. Not treated as a prelude or simply something that needed to be done before the main event.
No, it was deliberate. Intentional. Not a means to an end but just as important as anything else.
Amber freaking loved it.
Kissing was one of her favorites, and Grant was damn good at it.
After about ten minutes of making out, though, she couldn’t take it any longer and they both quickly shed their clothes.
What happened next transported Amber to heaven…
***
A restless current buzzed beneath Aaron’s skin, making it impossible for him to sit still.
Every second seemed to tug more at the already frayed ends of his patience. He wanted to see what was happening! And, if he couldn’t, he wanted it to be over so he could hear every last detail recounted.
But time seemed to crawl by at a painstakingly slow pace.
And those sounds! Oh gosh, he could hear everything. Her moans. His grunts.
Dancing shadows flickered on the wall, but Amber and Grant must have changed positions, because the teasing silhouettes disappeared, leaving Aaron to long for their return.
There were soft coos and then the sound of Amber giggling.
Oh gosh, her giggle always drove Aaron crazy!
But it faded into something else, and soon Amber's lusty moans rang out over the repeated thumps of the headboard bumping the wall. Grant said something, followed by a loud smack and another moan.
Shit! It sounded like Grant sure knew how to give it to her! He knew that's what Amber wanted. Something firm. Something that Aaron's submissive nature made it hard for him to deliver.
Aaron threw his head back and moaned, rubbing his erection through the bulky plastic and cotton of his diaper. He shifted to get comfortable, but there was no relief from the delicious ache in his balls.
And really, he didn't want relief. Not yet. Once he came, he knew then the situation would be even more maddening than it already was.
So, he eased up and just listened to Amber's moans as they rose in pitch, growing more ragged with each bounce of the bed.
Grant's voice reached Aaron's ears. "Flip over, babygirl. Get that cute bottom up."
Babygirl? He was calling her pet names now? What the fuck?!
Another smack and Amber giggled.
Aaron whined and his cock throbbed as he thrust up into the padding of his diaper. A bead of precum was absorbed, leaving the fabric warm and damp.
The creaking of the bed faded, drowned out by the rhythmic clap of skin on skin. Amber's cries became even more desperate, mingling with the wet sounds of the hard fucking she was taking.
Aaron couldn't help but to shamelessly lie on his stomach and grind against the mattress of the playpen, desperate for a release that was so close, yet so far away.
He moaned, long and low, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he rode the sensations of his cock rubbing the soft fabric of his diaper.
He felt so pathetic, humping the mattress like that, but what else could he do? Oh fuck, he was almost in a state of delirium!
He wanted to go in there and stop it. He wanted to reclaim his wife and try to give her what she needed.
But he wouldn’t do that. He didn’t truly want to.
Because this moment was magical and beautiful, and Amber deserved it.
Aaron ached to see it, but it was also a delicious torture having to listen and just imagine what was taking place.
And then, her voice hit a new octave—one he’d never heard before—and her cries grew frantic.
Aaron knew the lovers had reached their crescendo. He also knew how her pussy tightened when she came, and he remembered how amazing it felt. He gritted his teeth and panted as he pictured Grant's thick cock throbbing inside her while her pussy milked it for every drop.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Amber's voice rang out even louder, high and keening, as she came again. Grant's voice joined hers in a guttural cry of release.
Aaron's cock pulsated with excitement. He was so close to coming! But then Amber and Grant were finished, and he could hear the bed creak as they got up.
Fearing they might see him at any moment, he eased up, just before the point of no return.
Shit, his balls hurt so bad! He didn’t just want relief; he needed it. The throbbing pain was almost more than he could take.
But that would have to wait. All he could do was sit there and listen to his wife kissing her lover once more before they started dressing again.
Never in a million years would he have dreamed of actually being in this position.
Yet there he was—a little, helpless, diapered cuck.
And it sure felt wonderful.