Caleb pulled up the wooded drive to Roman and Esmerelda’s house. The stress of the day was tense in his shoulders, putting a small ache in his back. One of the ‘joys’ of being a senior developer was mentoring the interns and juniors. It was around lunch time that Caleb had realized that his entire day was going to be code reviews. He had eaten his bologna sandwich in quiet despair.
His car rolled to a gentle stop behind Roman’s. Caleb took the grocery bag out of his passenger seat and headed for the door. With weary feet but rising spirits, he stepped inside. The daycare was more or less as he’d left it. There were some nice smells coming from the oven and a lot of toys strewn across the play area.
The first thing he needed was Zoe. Caleb’s searching gaze found her in the nap area, passionately kissing Esmie. The two of them were pink cheeked and writhing against each other. He was surprised they hadn’t gone any further than kisses, as turned on as they were.
He chuckled at Zoe. It was great to see her so happy. It’d be a nice bonus to have her so wound up too, once he managed to get her attention. In the meantime, he crossed the living room to Roman’s dining-table work area.
“Welcome home, love.” Roman said, rising to his feet.
They came together for a kiss that was as homey as it was loving. Neither was as fresh as they had been for their morning goodbye kiss. They smelled of themselves, not soap. Caleb felt tension drain from his shoulders from the contact with Roman’s lips. He gently dropped his laptop to answer Roman’s firm hug with an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“I missed you. And the girls.” Caleb said softly.
“I missed you too. I like having you come home like this. We should have done it ages ago.” Roman said, nuzzling Caleb’s chest.
“It’s a great idea.” Caleb said. “I’m glad I listened to my smart boyfriend.”
Roman grinned. “Were you able to find fresh perogies?”
“Right where you said they’d be.” Caleb nodded. “Let me get the groceries in the kitchen.”
“Then you can say hi to the girls.” He smirked. “They still haven’t noticed that you’re home.”
Caleb grinned. While Roman shut down his workstation for the day, he set his goodies out on the counter. Wine for Roman and himself, a generous package of perogies from the Polish deli, and a few treats for the girls. Fiendish amusement filled Caleb’s thoughts as he set out the chocolate milk, vitamins, and cupcakes.
“Hello girls.” Caleb said as he leaned over the nap area.
Esmie and Zoe finally snapped out of their lusty haze, looking up at Caleb in confusion that quickly became delight.
“Mr. Santiago!” “Daddy!”
Both girls popped up to hug him. They were warm, a little sweaty even. Esmie smelled a bit like she needed her diaper changed. Zoe smelled like she needed to be taken to bed. The last of the stress tension was wiped clean away, leaving only fatigue in its wake. His lips met Zoe’s, for a kiss full of loving passion. No sooner had he finished kissing Zoe, than he was enjoying a soft, elegant kiss with Esmie.
“I see you girls were playing very nicely together.” Caleb said, feeling his heartrate climb. “How was daycare?”
“It was much fun.” Esmie said. “Papa found me a rabbit just like I had in France.”
“It was so embarrassing.” Zoe said. “Please daddy, take me to bed, right now.”
Caleb laughed and squeezed Zoe. “What was so embarrassing?”
“Zoe is learning potty-training!” Esmie interjected, grinning deviously. Zoe groaned and pressed her face into Caleb’s chest.
“Oh? That’s exciting. I’m proud of you.” Caleb said, thoroughly enjoying every squirm his words evoked from Zoe. “Do you need to potty right now?”
“Yes.” Zoe whimpered. “Then can we have sex?”
“What, and leave Roman and Esmie out of it?”
“They can be there too.” Zoe panted lustily. “Both boys in me, Esmie on my face. Please Caleb. I need it bad.”
“That sounds delicious, but do you know what else is going to be delicious?” Caleb asked. Zoe stared back blankly. She was hyper focused on getting into bed. “Dinner! We’re going to eat dinner together as a family.”
“Oooh!” Esmie said, plopping down on her full diaper. “I like this very much.”
“Can’t we do it first?” Zoe whined. “I’ll do literally anything.”
“Even wait?” Caleb winked, laughing when Zoe blew a raspberry at him. “Come on little girl, let’s get you to the potty.”
Blushing and squirmy, Zoe let Caleb take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. He set her in front of the toilet. Though she was wearing pajamas with snaps all the down the legs and crotch, Caleb elected to pop the snaps on the garment’s top instead. He took his time pulling the pjs down. Even more slowly, he worked her still-dry diaper down Zoe’s legs. She obviously hadn’t been expecting the sudden delay after getting so close to the toilet. There was real strain on her face when he finally put her on the toilet. Zoe was peeing before her butt was firmly on the seat.
“Good girl!” Caleb said. “You just made it!”
Zoe blushed, whimpering again. Naked now, with her diaper and pajamas around her ankles, she looked delightful. Caleb almost regretted not taking her up on her offer of pre-dinner sex. If he hadn’t needed extra warm-up time after a hard day in the office, he probably would have.
“Since you’re having such a good start on potty-training, I think you can use big-girl undies.” Caleb said.
It was a thing of beauty to watch the excitement on Zoe’s face turn to frustrated embarrassment when she realized that he wasn’t holding panties at all. She turned her head away from the cream colored pullup.
“Thanks daddy.” Zoe said, with a sigh.
“Of course sweetie.” Caleb prompted her to rise with a hand on her arm, and bent her over to wipe. “Maybe you’ll even learn to wipe once your training progresses.”
“I can wipe!” Zoe protested. “I just thought I wasn’t allowed to.”
“That’s okay hon, we’ll work on building up your confidence.” Caleb said.
Rather than giving Zoe any time for a seductive pounce, he had her step right into the pullup as she stepped out of her diaper. The light padding fitted perfectly and was a pleasure to pat.
“As long as you keep these dry you can keep wearing them. If you have an accident we’ll go back to diapers temporarily.”
“Are we playing all the way through dinner?” Zoe asked, rubbing herself against Caleb.
“We’re playing until we get home and get you out of your daycare clothes.” Caleb said.
“Oh god.” Zoe shivered, going up on tiptoes to kiss Caleb’s neck. “You better not be too tired when we get home.”
“I won’t be.” Caleb said. It was an easy promise to make. Seeing Zoe so worked up, kissing Esmie and Roman, it was all bringing his energy levels up fast. Work was forgotten, but even the lingering effects were vanishing as they played.
“Let’s get you dressed again.” Caleb said, taking Zoe’s hand and leading her back to the living room. “Then I want you to help Mr. Zabolotski by setting the table while I change Esmie.”
Zoe was quietly obedient while Caleb dressed her in her childish blouse and shorts. She seemed to be exchanging speaking for touching him as much as she could without disrupting the process. By the time he sent her off to the kitchen to help, she’d gotten him almost as worked up as she was. Caleb had to adjust the fit of his pants a bit to accommodate the rise Zoe had given him.
Esmie looked like she was still deep in the game. She had a thumb in her mouth and was clutching a stuffed rabbit to her chest.
“I think it’s time to change you, Esmie.” Caleb said. “Who’s your new friend?”
“This is my rabbit, Sophie.” Esmie said, making no move to get up. Even the thumb went back in her mouth when she was done talking.
With a shrug, Caleb opened the nap-area fence and lay Esmie gently on her back. She was totally passive as he bunched her skirt up around her waist and tore her diaper tapes open. The diaper was used to capacity. Caleb found himself impressed that it hadn’t leaked. It took several wipes to get Esmie’s damp skin clean.
Seeing his girlfriend spread out in front of him, helpless and dependent, strengthened Caleb’s arousal until it was a little uncomfortable to bend over to tape up Esmie’s fresh diaper. Dinner was going to be an interesting experience. Though he and Roman had agreed that they wouldn’t be staying over on the daycare days, Caleb was having trouble remembering why that was a good idea.
He sat Esmerelda up, and went for what he thought was a hug. His arms were around Esmie, but she was still holding her bunny. Her free hand was rubbing the front of his pants. Caleb groaned, shifting Esmie onto his lap. They had a long hot kiss, Caleb caressed through his slacks, Esmie through her dress’ top.
Urgency built in Caleb’s member. He had the words on his lips to tell Esmie to go faster, to give him some relief. With a huge effort he pulled out of the embrace, panting. Esmie was just as ready, her eyes half-lidded. She was still clutching the rabbit though. Caleb wondered what it would be like to make love to her while she was feeling little. That line of thought almost had him pushing her down on the nap area blankets.
With another great effort, Caleb stood and got Esmie on her feet. She toddled behind him in her thick diaper, sitting obediently where he directed. Roman and Zoe were pink cheeked and quiet too. From the way Zoe was walking, she must have gotten a couple of good swats on the rear from Roman. It was hard to believe he’d missed the sound.
The game was clearly a huge success. Finding his boyfriend in the kitchen, Caleb pulled him away from the kielbasa and onions on the stove and dove in for a hungry kiss. They locked lips and pawed at each other’s backs. He could feel Roman’s arousal though his slacks. Caleb pressed his own just as hard against Roman’s belly.
They came apart with a needy groan. Not so far apart that Roman couldn’t get in a good squeeze on Caleb’s butt. He bit his lip and ran his hands over Roman’s powerful chest, unbuttoning two buttons for good measure.
“Dinner looks amazing.” Caleb forced himself to say.
“That’s not all.” Roman winked. “Thank you. The perogies are almost done as is the kielbasa. Can you dress the salad?”
“Of course.” Caleb took deliberate steps away from Roman and went to the fridge, selecting a nut-berry mix and some Italian dressing. “What’s in the oven?”
“Faux kołaczki, for us.” Roman said. “I figured they were too grown up for the girls. Thanks for getting the cupcakes. They have a perfectly ridiculous amount of icing on them.”
“You went all out!” Caleb said as he mixed the salad. “Now I have all this pressure for when it’s my turn to host.”
“You served me a scratch-made soufflé on our third date.” Roman said with a snort.
“That meal took me all day and destroyed my kitchen.” Caleb retorted. “You did this on a workday. I’m really impressed. Thanks hon.”
Roman beamed. “It’s good to have people worth cooking for.”
With food on the table and the girls in their seats, the boys sat down, grateful to relax. Caleb caught Zoe gazing wistfully at the wine as Roman was pouring it. Esmerelda was still lost in her own little world, taking little drinks from her sippy cup of chocolate milk.
“Let me make you a plate.” Caleb said, snagging Esmie’s plate. He put small portions of everything, salad, steamed green beans, perogies, and kielbasa on it. She smiled back innocently when he returned it to her.
The rumble of conversation as they ate was wonderful. He and Roman both had a chance to vent about work. The girls had conversation that wasn’t just the videos or movies they’d watched that day. When Esmie had finished explaining about the English lessons she was giving her stuffed rabbit, the table launched into a discussion of how Zoe’s potty-calendar would work.
It soothed the soul. Caleb was as happy as he could remember being. Not for the first time, he wondered if they should all move in together. It’d be a huge undertaking. They’d have to buy a whole new place, so that neither pair would feel like they had to give up their own space. Not that it would be a problem to find a sufficiently big house, if they were selling two of them.
The packing, the living space negotiations, reworking their dynamic, that’s where the real difficulty would lie. Even this daycare game was putting them into contact more than they’d ever been before. Five days a week was, for the moment, a lot. The enormity of it had always stopped them from treating the idea as anything but a joke before.
Sitting at the table together, however, Caleb wasn’t sure how much of a joke it was anymore. He watched Roman wipe frosting off Zoe’s nose and his heart melted. It was so intimate and gentle to make sure that Esmie ate the last of her green beans before she was allowed to start in on her own cupcake. He met his boyfriend’s eyes across the table and felt some deeper level of love blossoming between them.
—–
Leaving was hard, even though they’d all four be together the next day. It was as much the sex as the emotions. Caleb had developed some interesting ideas about what he’d like to do with Roman during dinner. Zoe had it on the brain too. Caleb had to slap her hands twice, to keep her from playing with herself on the ride home.
They burst into the house like it had been a night out at a fetish club. Hands all over each other, snatching kisses like teenagers in a dark park. Zoe had Caleb’s belt off with her usual deft speed and a hand gripping his renewed hardness.
“Let’s get you undressed and end the scene.” Caleb said with a groan. “Then bed. If we make it that far.”
“We don’t have to.” Zoe said, licking Caleb’s neck.
“What?” Caleb paused in unbuttoning Zoe’s blouse.
“I want you to do me, as daddy.” Zoe said, panting. “Please fuck me, daddy.”
Caleb never picked Zoe up inside. It was too dangerous, she was liable to hit her head on one of the doorframes. That rule went to the wind along with caution as he heaved her over his shoulder. Luck was on his side, because it certainly wasn’t by paying attention, that he didn’t run either of them into a wall.
He threw Zoe down on their bed and flailed at the buttons on his shirt. She yanked his pants down the rest of the way. Lunging out of his clothes, Caleb pinned his Little Girl to the bed. Their mouths met. His tongue explored deep inside. Zoe moaned through the kiss, squirming against him.
Pinned with his weight on her hips, Zoe cast her arms up and let Caleb pull off her shirt. He had her in his lap and then over it, yanking her shorts down.
“Please, daddy.” Zoe whimpered, wiggling her hips.
“One last thing, little girl.” Caleb said, pulling the pullups slowly downward. “Daddy has to make sure that you were a good girl and didn’t have any accidents during dinner.”
“Quickly, please daddy.” Zoe whined.
“No, no.” Caleb said. He had her pullups off and pushed her legs apart. His hands spread her cheeks wide, opening all her private places to him. “Daddy has to do a thorough inspection at the end of the day.”
“Oh god.” Zoe writhed, rubbing her nipples while Caleb carefully inspected her.
When he pulled her kitty open, a finger-swipe down the slick folds made Zoe shout. She tensed up, almost coming on the spot. He left her on her hands and knees, sliding around to press his shaft against her face. Without hesitation, Zoe had him in her mouth and throat.
For a moment, Caleb saw stars. His control of which he was so proud, was nearly lost. He bought time by pulling Zoe off him and going for another kiss. They fell backward in the kiss and Caleb twitched his hips to slide into her. There wasn’t a moment for gentleness. Caleb rammed himself all the way to the hilt, tensing as Zoe cried out in ecstasy.
Every five or so thrusts seemed to trigger another climax for Zoe. They probably weren’t all of them petite mort, as Esmie would have called them. He doubted Zoe would have a count for him either. That was Caleb’s last coherent thought, before raw heat flowed through him and out into his girlfriend. He gripped her tightly, driving the breath out of her with a primal groan. Aftershocks sent his hips twitching hard against her three times, until he heard her cry out one more time.
They rolled to the side together, still connected between their legs. Neither of them could do more than gasp. From time to time one of them would tremble, sending a shiver through the other. They lay there a long time, wordless.
Chill and a growing stickiness finally broke the spell. With a deep sigh, they pulled apart and made their way to the bathroom. By the time they’d both had a drink of water and wiped themselves down, speech seemed possible again.
“That was incredible.” Caleb said softly.
“You don’t have to tell me.” Zoe said, fitting herself gently against him.
He held her, stroking her hair and marveling at the beautiful, brave woman who had agreed to share his life, to trust him with any unspeakably hot thing he wanted to do with her. The tenderness felt a little like an extension of the game.
“I almost feel like I should be getting you ready for bed, little girl style.” Caleb said.
“I thought about it too.” Zoe said. “I might want that sometime – but not tonight.”
Caleb nodded. “I think that’s smart. How are you feeling?”
“Can’t get that deep into it right now.” Zoe said, kissing Caleb’s chest. “We can talk on the weekend. I think tomorrow will be intense too.”
“I hope so.” Caleb said. “We haven’t had a good polycule-pile in a while.”
“Mmm, do not start with those kind of images. I WILL find a way to get you hard again.” Zoe said, smirking as she reached for her toothbrush.
“I’m tempted.” Caleb said, honestly. “But exhausted. Looking forward to cuddling you.”
“Yeth plz.” Zoe said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
Just a few minutes later, Caleb was under the covers with Zoe in his arms. As he drifted off, he nuzzled his face into the back of her neck. It was an amazing life, having a little girl, a girlfriend, a partner, a Zoe.
Tomorrow would be a whole day of playing. After all, nobody really worked on Fridays, right?