A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Two

Ding.

"Baby, that's so good! Eight hundred words already. You're going to have such a nice long story for me, aren't you?"

I sigh and wriggle my straining shoulders, wondering absently if it's better to sit up on my sodden diapers to type or whether I'd better just stay down here on my belly. I feel the familiar heat and itch of an impending rash spreading across my ass, and decide against the sitting. The less time I spend immersed directly in my own urine, the better...

"Yes, Mommy."

Of course she's watching as I type this. I can see Erica now, sitting there in her favorite recliner, coffee cup in hand. She must be smirking to see me typing out my confession, tilting that blonde head of hers, watching those incriminating words appear in the shared document. She might even be touching herself for all I know. God, she does seem to love humiliating me...

Ding. "Good sissy baby. Now then... give me another chapter before breakfast."

My fingers respond instinctively even as I cringe at the task before me. "Yes, Mommy."

Because what else is a hungry, thirsty, soggy little sissy baby supposed to do?

***

Where was I? Oh, yes. I'd told you about that night I first met Julie. She was pretty, she was sweet, she was everything that set those heated fantasies whirling through my brain and the hot blood pulsing through my stiffening cock. She was dangerous - to me, to my wife, to everything I held near and dear...

Yet I was the one to blame. I know that now. And Erica, I'm sorry - I truly am.

Even the cheating  - for cheating it did become, I freely admit it - might not have been so unforgivable if I hadn't been so much of an ass in other ways. Maybe those hundred other little faults wouldn't have tipped the scale quite so drastically against me... Maybe, just maybe, I would still be the man I once was.

Take the whole kid debacle. Erica and I weren't the best at communicating before our marriage, to be fair. We were young and in love - or at least in lust - and all that grownup stuff about finances and assets and kids and careers and retirement plans just never came up. They weren't romantic topics, of course, and so there was no reason to talk them through. They would take care of themselves... or so we thought.

But even I must admit, looking back at it all now, that even when we were still dating Erica had indeed told me that she wanted to have at least one kid, maybe even a few. She did love to talk about how fun it would be to decorate a nursery. And once we were married, she did drop more than a hint or two that she'd like to settle down before long, start a family...

And then it all blew up, maybe a month before that fateful evening when I met Julie. "Honey, let's get busy and make a little one," she'd urged one night over dinner. "I've just gotten this raise, and they're adding more folks at your office, and I don't see how there could possibly be a better time, you know? It's just about the right time of the month for me, too..."

Holy shit. I had not been expecting that - and quite frankly, the idea repelled me. I had a career, after all, and so did she. Childcare costs were astronomical these days. We wouldn't be able to take trips anymore, or go on that vineyard tour we'd been thinking about, or-

I said as much. Tempers frayed, emotions rose, and words began to be said: unkind words, words that we both knew we would regret later on once the heat of the moment had died away. I wasn't going to be tied down to any squalling, drooling, smelly rugrat, I told her. I had better things to do with my life. And if she was really so intent on being a mom, why not go out there like a horny bitch in heat and screw the first guy she found? At least then she could nail him for child support and not me...

Yeah. Not the most tactful way to win an argument, was it?

Perhaps subconsciously that's some of what was going through my head that first night I slipped my arm around Julie. Perhaps when I slid into that first taxi beside her - when I first undid those buttons - when I first caught a glimpse of her beautiful nude body - perhaps I was getting back at Erica. Perhaps I was taking out my petty, infantile anger at being told to think of someone besides myself - to sacrifice a bit of my stupid freedom for her and for a child...

Or perhaps not. Who am I kidding? It was lust, pure and simple. And Julie, innocent and ignorant of my married state, fired that lust in me. She made me long for things I'd never longed for before... and I was fool enough to go after them.

Shall I detail the things we did together? Mommy, you're reading this. I don't want to hurt you, even now. But you did say to tell the entire story, to leave nothing out...

God, Julie was incredible. I'd never had a proper blow job before, not really. I mean, what do we all as pimply nineteen-year-olds know about finesse; about technique; about fondling the male member with the tongue, lips, cheeks, and throat; about sucking it gently and coaxing it at long last to a glorious climax? This woman touched me, teased me, taught me. She allowed me to explore her own sweet body too, to dare things I'd never dared with anyone else before. She sighed and moaned and cried out for me in that darkened bedroom. She thrilled beneath my fingers: alive to my every touch, responsive as a fine musical instrument, passionate and unashamed in her glorious nakedness...

Yeah, yeah. We did it. We banged, we did the dirty, we were friends with very definite benefits. And not just once or twice, but over and over... for week after delightfully sordid week.

Again, let me repeat. Julie was innocent of it all. She hadn't the slightest idea that I was married. You can call it an out-and-out lie on my part, or a sin of omission. At this point I neither know nor care. But what I do know is that I knew the truth, and she didn't, and I kept it that way - deliberately.

And so, squelching and cringing here in my over-sized crib at last, I freely admit it. I do deserve this punishment... every single ounce of it.