Chapter 1

Maggie Johnson was no longer a young girl.

As a statement of fact, the truth of that simple observation was easily accepted by all that knew Maggie and even by Maggie herself.

Now, that didn’t mean that Maggie was any less desirable as a thirty something nubile female in the prime of her life. Most males considered the friendly and personable woman sexy enough to prompt them to consider hitting on her on the hope that she might favor them with an opportunity to allow them to show their style of romantic techniques in the game of pussy chasing in modern society.

There is no doubt that Maggie was experienced in matters related to carnal activities.

She had been exposed to many different love-making delights in the last twenty years. Maggie was not keeping count of her actual lovers or her partners in various forms of sexual experimentation. She giggled thinking about it because it was not quite normal thinking about such details so early in the morning.

Several enthusiastic men eager to keep her pussy on a short leash offered her a proposal of marriage thus insuring a long-term supply of available pussy up close and personal forever and a day. Maggie’s attitude gave them hope that she would be willing to drop her drawers like an obedient spouse when they winked and gave her the right signal.

The only reason she hadn’t accepted any of the offers so far was the fact that she was still waiting for one of her male suitors to ignite her fully felt orgasm and the release that she had read about in all of the women’s magazines on the super market shelves. Her lack of a proper orgasm was a source of irritation that weighed heavily on her mind and lately she had begun to think the problem was deep inside her from some traumatic experience in her unremembered childhood.

One lonely late night just before she retired for the evening and silently rubbed her greedy twat with her special fucking pillow, she watched the television laconically as if in some sort of anticipatory sexual malaise and saw a strange commercial showing grown women wearing bras and what appeared to be a baby’s diaper on their bottoms like they were expensive French undies to be slowly peeled off by males with ulterior motives on their agenda.

She watched that channel for a time and as soon as the commercial started again, she taped it so she could watch it in slow motion and view the female inserting her fingers under the edge as if she was digging for gold and then bending over to show how sexy it looked from the rear without the benefit of a dress however short or a skirt or pair of ladies pants as outerwear to hid the secret below.

If she was correct, the commercial was touting the fact that females could pee or do number two inside the adult diaper as they so desired and then have their significant other change them for a fresh one cleansing them and perhaps even powdering their grown-up bottom with a few taps on the cheeks to show they did it out of love.

It reminded her of the story a couple of years back about a crazy female astronaut that had traveled cross-country wearing the adult diapers similar to the space ones she used to wear inside her space suit. Maggie assumed the female Air Force pilot had changed them in the gas stations she stopped at and disposed of them that way just to save time driving from point A to point B.

Maggie ran into the bedroom and hopped on top of her special pillow humping like a bunny rabbit until her female juices ran onto the sheets copiously with sticky abandon. All she could picture was herself wearing a nice outfit with the diaper underneath and riding a vibrator until she was forced to let it all go and the bells and whistles would go off in her hear and could hear herself panting like a little dog bitch taking it from behind from a stud animal with no love in his heart only lust for her pretty pussy and a need to shoot his load deep inside her until he was drained completely of all his spunk inside.

The next day, Maggie went to one of the big box stores and saw the rows of neatly boxed female adult diapers and she decided that the mediums were the best size for her because she was sort of petite down below where the sun doesn’t shine. In fact, she had small breasts as well with only tiny nipples that were super sensitive to the touch of a man’s hands and she like them to be treated roughly and twisted to make her feel the pain of pleasure sweeping over her entire torso like a storm that would leave her panting on the shore with her juices still contained inside the pretty diapers until they were removed carefully to keep from getting dirty.

Her favorite boyfriend had been scheming to get into her pants for some time.

His name was Harry and he was a complete horn toad when it came to feeling her up at every opportunity and he would sometimes beg her to whack him off to give him some relief.

Maggie felt sorry for Harry and would usually take care of business for him but she drew the line at taking his thing and inserting it into her mouth because she detected an odor to it that definitely turned her off from that sort of oral loving. In the back of her mind she could see her doing it if he took a shower with her and let her put some strawberry body wash on his dick and balls. She loved the scent of the strawberries and was certain she could finish such a task without any difficulty. The only problem was suggesting it to Harry without him thinking she was a complete slut in the process.