Mommy Will Be Home Soon A sweet tale of a special journey Part 1 "Mommy will be home soon, sweetie" Pat 's hand was shaking as he put down the phone. It was a warm Friday afternoon and he had taken the day off work to fix a few things around the house. He had worked hard all day, and now he had something wonderful to look forward to. Pat and Sally had started playing their games a few years before. The trigger was a fancy dress party held by Ursula, one of Sally's best friends. Sally had gone as a nurse's aide - it was her first job after leaving school, and her old uniform still fit perfectly. After much discussion and rejection of alternatives, and after Sally had overcome Pat's considerable embarrassment, Pat had gone as a baby. He had got out of the car at the party feeling very conspicuous. He had some dignity, he thought, and didn't relish the thought of being probably the only baby amongst the collection of other exotic personas. As it was, he was the only baby, and he had a ball. His chubby face and small stature complemented the simple costume of a thick white towel as a diaper below, and one of Sally's printed pyjama tops above. Pat soon found himself very popular with the women at the gathering. He was clucked and cooed over by both the older and younger women. Many of the couples they knew at the time were yet to produce children, and 'little Pattie' as Sally had announced him (or her - Pat wasn't too sure whether his gender had survived the change of appearance) was the highlight of the evening. For his part, Pat had had no objection to the attention of these sweet-smelling, giggling women. He found himself joining in with all the jokes about diaper changing, and even feeling pleasantly aroused. Nothing like being close to women, he thought happily. The wine flowed along with the jokes, and when some of the more enthusiastic women managed to pull down Pat's 'diaper', he went along with the subsequent removal, to the general hilarity of the women present, of the briefs he wore under the pinned bath-towel. 'Babies don't wear underpants!' laughed one of Sally's workmates as Pat was 'de-briefed' and rediapered in the approved fashion. Most of the other guys at the party ignored the squealing and giggling going on around Pat, and probably felt somewhat safer in their gladiator or fireman's outfits. Pat was quite drunk but the time they left. He had been sucking Drambuie from a baby bottle someone had found for him. Sally, who as usual had left the party significantly more sober than Pat, drove home. Pat, asleep in the seat next to her, was mumbling and drooling slightly. Sally looked at him and thought how cute he looked. With a grin, she picked up the adult size pacifier pinned by a ribbon to his top, and popped it in his mouth. Sally had found the item at a novelty counter a few months before and had bought it as a laugh without really knowing when she would find an opportunity to use it. It had been quite a hit at the party, with Pat having to demonstrate his prowess at speaking with it between his lips. Pat's mumbling and drooling stopped as sucked gently at the latex teat. His young wife shifted in her seat, and let one hand drop into her crotch. She found the thought of Pattie as a helpless infant, sucking his (or her, she thought with a sudden pleasant thrill) pacifier, a real turn-on. Feeling quite shameless, she pulled back her nurse's skirt, slid her fingers inside her panties and stroked herself to a series of delicious orgasms as they drove on. Once home, Sally led her waddling, sleepy husband inside. She wasn't really surprised to find Pat had wet his diaper. He was prone to accidents of that sort when drunk. Sally felt very naughty as she rediapered the unknowing Pat with another big white towel before settling him into bed. She cuddled up to her babified husband, and was soon as out to it as he was. The next morning, Pat was awakened hung over and grumpy. He complained about being put to bed in his diaper, and complained even more when he found the other towel, wet, on the bathroom floor. 'Sally, I'm sorry I wet that stupid thing - I was drunk - but you didn't have to put another one on me,' he said, trying to slide the tightly pinned folds from his loins. 'Well, you were very wet, baby,' said Sally with a smile, 'and I wasn't going to let my baby have another big accident in bed, was I?' Pat grunted something unintelligible. Sally helped Pat off with his diaper, then, at Sally's suggestion, the two returned to bed and made love. Despite his sore head, Pat found himself enjoying Sally's continuation of the previous evening's role play. He found the combination of infantile treatment and adult lovemaking intoxicating, although he kept that news to himself. Pat fell in willingly with Sally's baby talk, and enjoyed the best sex they had experienced in their young marriage.