When I first found out about Susan’s wetting was when we were driving home from drinking beer and wine at a friends house. I’m afraid we had been overdoing the drinking a bit for doing any kind of driving, but it was only a short drive home so we went for it. I was driving when Susan said she had to pee. I pulled over right away, as I had the same problem. By the time we stopped Susan had already soaked her panties and dress thoroughly.

I teased her, and joked about it at the time, and we drove the rest of the way home after that. When we got home and started to go to bed, I watched her remove her wet panties and dress. Soon we were making love more passionately and feverishly than we had in months. The next morning was Monday and we both work, so we got up and got ourselves ready. Susan has to leave about an hour before I do, so after she left, I checked the laundry to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, I mean about her wetting herself the night before. Sure enough I found her dress and panties in the cloths hamper and they were wet!

For some reason it really turned me on to think of Susan wetting herself like that, and I got a hard on as I held her wet panties and thought about last night. A few weeks went by I guess, and one evening after a few drinks, Susan and I got to talking and I brought up the subject of that one night on the way home. I told her that it had really turned me on when she had wet herself. I didn’t expect her to say “It turned me on too”. I instantly got a hard on and she noticed admiringly and asked me if I wanted her to wet herself again. “Wow, really?” I asked. I couldn’t believe my ears but answered her with an enthusiastic YES.

So after only a very little bit of preparation... moving to a spot where her wetting would not do any damage to the furniture, she proceeded to wet herself again. Seeing her standing there all wet and sweet looking led to an unparalleled session of lovemaking. Often after that, we repeated our fun little game of my wife wetting herself, and our intense lovemaking afterwards drove us crazy with desire for each other. Never before had our passion reached such heights.

Often during the day, anytime really, my mind would wander to the image of my wife in her wet dress and panties and I would experience an instant erection. My wife’s birthday was coming up soon and I had a brilliant idea. Why not take things a step further? I decided to buy my wife diapers!

I had seen packages of adult, disposable diapers in the store, so I bought some and gift wrapped them. A flurry of new ideas entered my mind as I thought about my wife in diapers. I decided to buy her a pacifier to compliment her diapers, and I felt very pleased and excited with my little purchases.

When Linda’s birthday finally arrived I was so excited to have her open her gifts I could hardly wait. After an afternoon of celebrating her birthday with friends in the traditional way, it was finally time to go home and give her the gifts that I was really excited to give her. As we got ready for bed I sprung her special gifts on her. I watched her face intently as she unwrapped the diapers and pacifier. I was pleased to see the look of embarassed-delight on her face. Would you wear these tonight I asked, and be my baby? Yeth, she answered jokingly, but she loved it.

My heart was pounding as I scooted the diaper under her buns and pulled it up between her legs and fastened the tabs on the sides. There, I said, and slid the pacifier into her lips. The sight of her in diapers and sucking on her pacifier was truly a sight to behold. The fact that she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was, was an incredible turn on for me. I cuddled her, and rocked her in my arms as she closed her eyes and sucked away on her Nuk, snuggling herself comfortably. Her hand found my penis in a state of unparalleled attention. The soft, curved lines of her body were enhanced invitingly by the bulky diapers. I patted her on the buns with a soft whap and looked into her eyes. She was either trying to drive me nuts with her innocent, coy smile, or she was actually feeling the part of my baby, because her look said “I’m all yours honey.”

I asked her how she felt and she answered me by kicking her legs in the air and gurgling. “Will you crawl for me honey? I asked. She nodded and started to crawl on all fours, then she arched her back slightly and began wetting her diapers. There was a kind of straining look on her face, but then as the stream got established she looked pleased with herself. Smiling and twinkling, she crawled towards me and guided my hand to her drooping, warm diaper. She didn’t have to encourage me to feel her and rub her through her soaking diddies as she undulated to my touch. This was just about the most exciting sexual thing I have ever experienced. My wife was my baby and she was all mine. Not only that, but she was a wet baby too.

I was not the only one turned on by this. Baby Susan was creaming with excitement too. Fondling her her through her soaked diddies brought on fits of squirming passion, and soon she was screaming with orgasms, one after another. I pulled down her diaper a bit, just enough to fit myself into her humid little pussy and began pumping. The thought of making love to my wife as a baby girl in wet diapers was so exciting to me that I only lasted seconds before I exploded inside her.

When we finally calmed down a bit and loosened our hold on each other, we both felt we had never felt closer. I cleaned my baby up and put a fresh diaper on her. That was when I decided to name my baby SweetPea, for she was, and is, the sweetest little Big Baby a guy could want.

That was two years ago now and our little secret passion has not faded a bit. We have changed over to cloth diapers and plastic panties, and SweetPea has some new outfits including sleepers, gowns, a bottle, and of course a big selection of diapers and plastic panties. It seems like she’s always been this way now, and when my wife Susan becomes my Big Baby SweetPea, she actually is my real baby now. I’m sure it would be difficult for anyone else to understand the delicate and unusual relationship SweetPea and I share.

In fact over the last few months Susan has been showing signs of regression in her adult life as well. One day I came home from work and she was in bed. That was very unusual, but I thought she had not been feeling well. I was in for a big surprise when I pulled back the blankets only to discover that she was in her gown and diapers. Not only that but her diapers were soaked as well! SweetPea had wet herself so much that her gown was wet and the sheets and mattress too. After changing her and getting her a bottle and lulling her to sleep she never even woke up for dinner. She only wanted another bottle and to be played with in her already soaked diapers before fading off to sleep again. Since that day Susan has been more and more prone to these attacks of true regression. I keep the mattress covered all the time now with a plastic mattress cover and I’ve come home a number of times to Baby SweetPea rather than Wife Susan. I am always pleased when this happens, as I have no greater joy than to find my wife as a helpless baby girl in wet diapers.

The frequency of this happening however has been increasing at an ever accelerating rate and I’m certain my wife is on a path to a complete infantile regression. I have never heard of this happening to anyone and I don’t know who to talk to about it. In a way I am curious as to find out as to the final stages of her regression. I mean will she stop being an adult at all? Will she need her diapers twenty four hours a day? Will she stop talking and only gurgle and babble baby sounds? Will she start using her diapers for potty # twos?

These are questions that only time can tell. Meanwhile her supervisor at work called me one evening to ask if everything was all right at home with us? I answered “yes, of course”, but he expressed his concern over whether she had become too “stressed out” in his words. After that conversation I decided that I ought to talk to Susan about it. After gently bringing up the subject of work and what was going on, I found out that Susan had wet herself accidentally at work the day before and had to come home early. I knew about the early part because when I came home she was in bed in her gown and diapers, and yeth... they were wet. But she hadn’t mentioned the fact that she had lost control at work.

That was two weeks ago and since then it happened again. So now my wife wears those Attends safety pads during the day to work. And only yesterday Susan was given notice about her job. Her boss who I know likes her, told her that they had to lay someone off and he was sorry it had to be her, but... I know the real reason is because she has lost some of her job abilities and effectiveness and has to come home during the day quite often now.

So it looks like we are finally going to have the baby we always wanted, but my wife is going to be the baby herself. I just got a vasectomy OUCH, so that my wife won’t get pregnant. I don’t think she could take care of a baby herself, in her condition. But I am happy to have an opportunity that very few men will ever experience or even hear of in their lifetime. I have a wife that is an adult baby. I will have to make arrangements to get a baby sitter and I will have to support us both, but I don’t have to buy her a fancy car or diamond rings or a fir coat. I am fixing up a nursery for her with pink walls and frilly furnishings. But I won’t have to put our children through collage because my child has already gone through collage.

I have finally discovered an organization that deals with adult babies and has products and information available. I hope I can find out what is going on with my wife, and see if there are any others who know more about her condition than I do. Perhaps what has happened to her is not as unusual as I first thought.

So now you know the story of my wife Susan, and my Baby SweetPea. Excuse me, but I gotta go... SweetPea needs her diaper changed.......................