I have had a diaper fetish for as long as I can remember. I was a bed wetter as a child and never grew out of the fixation. When we got married, I told my wife about my wanting to wear diapers. At first, she played along and would diaper me at bedtime, even cracking jokes about me needing to be double diapered because I peed a lot, and about needing stronger diaper pins because my heavy wet diapers would bend the baby diaper pins that we used. After a while, she refused to diaper me because it didn't fit with the image of me that she wanted to have in her mind as we were having sex. We went for years with me only wearing my diapers when she wasn't around. Then, one day when she was supposed to be at work, I was naked on the bed, had sprinkled baby powder on, and I was just pulling the diaper up between my legs when she walked through the door. She just looked at me, and then came over and helped me pull the diaper up and pinned it on me. She pulled my plastic pants up over my legs and I raised my hips as she tugged them over the cloth diaper. She said that she had read an article about diaper lovers and adult babies, and she decided that it was a lot better than many other things that I could be doing. So, from then on, she has diapered me every night before bed and will change my wet diaper in the morning if I don't have to go to work. I wear my diapers all day on my days off, and when I retire I plan on being in diapers 24/7. I haven't gotten her to wear a diaper yet, but I hope to eventually. Meanwhile, I am in diaper heaven.
— Mark, 58