Chapter 2

Looking back on her date in retrospect, Maggie was astonished at the fact she had

Her fear that she might be frigid disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Now all she had to do was to experiment with the diapers a bit more to see how far she could go in using them to her tingles right where she wanted them and for a lot longer than ever before.

She was still in the envelope of child-bearing age but she knew one of the things she needed to adhere to was the acceptance of taking a dick into her vagina without any obstruction of any sort like a pesky condom advised by health planners everywhere.

Maggie remembered her formative years when she used to save the things like trophies of her misbehavior and laugh and giggle with her girlfriends as they bounced them on each other’s faces and had to kiss their favorites laughing so hard she felt like she was going to piss right there in front of everyone.

She had a secret box for part of her collection for those that she was not particularly proud of at all. The ones with blue tag on them were from her Father and her older Brother who had promised her the world if she only spread her knees and kept her teenaged mouth shut because it was their secret alone.

The ones with the red tag on them were from Father Louis. He was her confirmation teacher and had shown her that her virginity was more of a burden than a solace on her wedding night. Of course, she always followed his orders but she liked doing it less and less because now she had nobody to confess her sins to unless she traveled to another parish and she kept the identity of the sex partner to herself.

Now that she was over thirty, she only used the things when she was doing it for a price with some strange man she had just met. She met them on the internet because she didn’t like to drink and hated the smell in most of the bars where horny guys tended to talk more than perform when it came to pussy.

She kept them in another box and all they had on them was the date of her contact with no other information for security reasons.

That box had about forty of the things inside and she had been colleting them for almost two years. Most of them were sort of wet and damp inside because they were a lot fresher than her original collection.

Maggie didn’t really have a steady boyfriend but she had several friends with benefits and she didn’t mind dishing out free samples of her pussy magic to them if they asked politely.

Her problem with not being able to have a proper orgasm was going into a new phase now with the introduction of the diapers as a tool to bring her passion to ignition and lead her down the path to orgasmic release

This evening she was going to a mixer dance with single neighbors and she wanted to see if they could discern her use of diapers rather than ordinary undies beneath her dancing frock.

One of the things she liked about them was that they were easy to rip apart and she knew a lot of guys liked that destructive aspect of preparing the female for her ultimate impalement at the end of their pre-cum dripping manhood.

She found now that she was no longer a novice in the art of love that a bit of rough went a long way in making her excited enough to have an orgasm.

The guy she was dancing with had an enormous hard-on and he was chattering away about everything in the world except the fact that he really wanted to shove himself between her legs and give it to her good and hard.

In all honesty, she really appreciated the direct approach when guy just gave you a signal with his thumb between his fingers to signify asking her if she wanted to fuck. She knew it was crude as all get-go but she loved the fact it made her feel like a bad girl when she just nodded her head and let the guy do all the leading and all she had to do was to give him the opportunity.

I a way, she suspected that subconsciously her need to be taken was more important than all the wooing and the sweet talk that the less direct guys used to get into her pants because she would just close her eyes and let it all hang out with no conversation needed at all.

The man brought her a glass of punch from the large bowl on the long table.

“I hope you like this Maggie. They tell me it is lemonade flavored, but I don’t see any lemons in it.”

See looked at the man whose name was Peter.

Peter still had a bit of a tent in his trousers in the front, so she knew he was still sporting a raging erection. She knew that was not good for him, so she whispered in his ear.

“Would you like me to take care of that for you, Peter?”

“All we have to do is sit down over there at that table and the tablecloth will cover my hand and I can jerk you off until you get rid of that hardness that I know is making you feel uncomfortable.”

At first, Peter was a bit fearful of doing that in public but his need was greater than his fear and he opened up his trousers for her hand to delve inside and grab his oversized cock out for a good tug under the tablecloth. It didn’t take very long before he started to act a little weird and he kept licking his lips with his tongue like he was dying to suck or lick someone or something without delay. Eventually, he smiled, and Maggie felt the familiar sticky wetness all over her hand and wrist. She cleaned her arm under the table with one of the napkins from on top of the table and held it up to her nose to inhale the scent of spunk and raw sex that always made her pussy tingle in anticipation.