Mags has a MS in finance and Matt is a semi famous writer. With Mags help Matt invested the profits from his three novels. That and wise spending meant money was no problem. Matt never asked Mags exactly how much they were worth all he knew was it was well into the millions. He had at least 1 million of his own, and neither of their spouses if Matt ever got married could touch their Company, Diapered and Tomboy investments LLC.
Because both might get married, they invested $500,000 in a separate lucrative account and decided if ever they were divorced their spouse would get half of the remaining balance. At the time of this story it had nearly tripled. Matt took responsibility for the pre nuptial so he would appear the dick, and neither told anyone, not even Ashley, the balance allowing their college friend and lawyer to manage it. It broke up a few engagements for both, but Ashley (having her own family inheritance) though not as wealthy as them had no problem agreeing.
Matt was cooking dinner for his housemates in his preferred state of dress, just a diaper and t-shirt. He was wondering how he deserved such great friends. After years of Living with Margaret and Ashley we rarely hid stuff or had secrets. When we were alone at home clothing seemed what we just happened to be wearing at the time.
They all know his underwear choice and both have even been diapered with him. They also know he wears diapers for comfort and it isn't any more sexual than anyone else's underwear choice. Sure when he wants to feel and look sexy He'd wear a thong or lacy panties, but diapers are my goto everyday undies.
"Sure I wet my pull ups and diapers." He thought, "why else wear them." Not wetting seems a waste. Pooping on the other hand is icky and I avoid it at all costs. Not that has been a few accidents on long trips. I'm sure there have been plenty of people that have let one escape when all hope was lost passing a sign that read "Next rest area 42 miles." At those times a poop in a diaper is much easier to clean than a shit stained drivers seat.
Matt continued his thoughts...
I think Mags is overbearing, but I liked it when she reminded me to clean up after myself, make sure I had a fresh diaper before bed or when we went out. On trips longer than a hundred miles or unfamiliar destination she wore one too. She also made sure I wear at least a pull up when lounging around the house even when I did use the bathroom I still had leaks sometimes before and always after. I understood. Neither Her nor Ash minded changing me. It wasn't usually sexual, but sometimes I just wanted a little extra attention though sometimes sex happened. We were all OK with that. As long as all three were there. I never had sex with Ash or Mags without the other since they started dating. Ashley knew Mags and I were a package deal.
Ashley was cute but to girly she giggled and awed at the cute animal stuff on youtube, was afraid of lizards, frogs, snakes, bugs, and anything else harmless. Mags and I didn't want those things in the house, but we didn't we didn't freak out everytime we saw one. Lizards, non-poisonous snakes we simply relocated to the woods nearby. The others we called the pest control people. The worst thing was Ashley was a squealer/squeaker in bed. Her orgasms were almost ear shattering high. If I wasn't in my bed on the other side of the house it was nerve wracking. Sex with her could get a little rough I'd often see scratches on Mags' butt and back. She did the same to me but not as bad after I told her to be gentle.
Mags was quiet in bed, but she did spurt cum and pee when she climaxed. Ashley and I would often lay over to double team her pussy, licking and sticking our tongues in and out of her and gobbling up her spurting fluids like two parched puppies from a dripping spigot. This only made her cum more. She would use her fingers in and out of our holes while taking turns sucking us. I would usually cum in her mouth while she sucked and penetrated her fingers in me. Two was practically all I could bear as I let loose. Sometimes I held back til she got three or four in me, but that was rare. It wasn't that I didn't like more in me it was that I just couldn't hold back especially when Ash joined in. Ash loves dildos. I don't know which she likes best us sticking them in her or her sticking them in us.
One time I walked in on her while my "Company" was dropping a deuce in mine. I had to use their bathroom to rinse the juices he spent dripping from my hole. I didn't even notice Ash at the under the covers foot of the bed with her face in Mags' lap until they started giggling. I don't know If If it was them watching in the view thru the open bathroom door washing cum and other sex juices dripping anus or them getting caught. We had seen each other having sex before. We even had threesomes and foursomes together. But, seeing Ashley's grin with the juices of Margret's orgasm dripping from her nose and chin along with my dripping hole made us all laugh. We all climbed in the shower and washed each other with a few playful tickles and pokes in our various holes. Mine offered no resistance as it usually stayed open slightly at least a 1/4 hour after a moderate sized man had dumped his load in me.
After we regained our composure I said, "I hope I did not interrupt?"
Mags answered a little breathless, "Nah, we were done."
We dried off and mags let me have a pull-up while hanging out with them until my companion finished his business. The stench made it all the way to the living room. He didn't even bother to run the shower or fan to cover his noises or let the steam and exhaust carry it away.
I just told him, "It's been fun, but you gotta go."
Between that and the girls disgusted, pissed off looks, He got the hint and never called or came over again. He would only would give me oral, and wouldn't let me do anal or cum in his mouth leaving me to finish on my own, so he wound up sleeping somewhere else.
It was no great loss. We wound up retreating poolside because it took two cans of Febreeze and leaving the windows open for half an hour before the reek was dissipated enough to stand it.
I prefer an independent mellow mate regardless of gender. (Ashley even turned down the volume when the three of us was in the bed.)
They should to be slightly feminine but not overly gay or girly. That rules out girly girls, flamers and sissys, and doms, tough I do like trans fem males to be the sexiest as long as they fit the above. Most of all they should be polite and kind.
(NOTE: Please accept my apologies if I did not use the correct terms. It is not to be rude. It is just my Ignorance and I am eager to learn.)
We all like the same kinda undies except Mags hardly wore diapers except in bed after heavy drinking and other occasions like sometimes in the backyard. I didn't like skimpy thongs. Ash rarely wore undies at all around the house unless she was on her monthly when she would wear pull-ups finding pads and tampons uncomfortable. Thongs with wide gussets and high wasted enough to hold my bits are my favorites, but on occasion I wear high waist bikinis out by the deck depending on my mood. But we always diapered in bed and sometimes pull-ups inside for any long period of time If I planned to get up to pee. But mostly I just wear my bulky diapers the comfort of extra padding just seems to feel right. All of had mastered the art of squirming out of a diaper to poop when Mags showed us how much money we were wasting pitching dry diapers. It was that or cloth and they were just too bulky and sweaty for any of us.
The only time when we're all diapered at the same time was when we slept or at breakfast. The Ashley usually wore cute ABDL Diapers and slept in their room, They had beer and wine bladders, and almost always wet the bed when drunk, so thick padded diapers were a must. Msgs and I always wore extra thick M4 diapers in bed. Because of my male anatomy the only thing pull-ups were good for was leaking out one side or the other. If I got an erection I would poke out the top. Sure we could get out of bed to pee but that was a bother.
That is one of the times Mags almost always wears diapers. Ash and I are content with wetting whatever we have on while lounging, playing, or working in the backyard our closest neighbors are 1/4 mile away so privacy is not a problem. Still, Mags always wore something outside and refused to wet her panties. It wasn't a problem unless we were playing cards or some other game. The constant stopping for her beer bladder pee breaks became annoying. We convinced her to finally wear diapers one night by rearranging the deck during her breaks, so she lost every hand.
Our neighbors were a nice older couple from the hippy generation that wore diapers too, but not for the same reason we do. We often had cookouts together and they don't mind what we wore or didn't. Neither, did we mind what they wore. Carl in fact is a retired chef and did wonders on the BBQ. Cheryl could bake the best pies. We had an open invitation to them all they had to do was tell us the ingredients and they were ready on their arrival. We even started calling them Ma and Pa.
We were all that lived on our road.
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Panty Diaper Boy & Tomboy Housemates
General Fiction#36 in Nude. After years of being single with only the occasional date that usually wound up in disaster or polite goodbyes after people of both sexes I turned to my best friend and housemate for help.
