Greg and I often showered together before he contracted Age Regression Virus. Of course, it's completely different now that he's little, but I'm sure that he prefers this to a bath in the kitchen sink!

I know that he's unhappy, but there's nothing I can do about that. Life goes on, whether we like it or not.

After the virus had run it's course, and my husband Greg was reduced to an 8 week old baby, I waited several months to start dating again out of respect for our marriage. Tony and I found each other almost immediately; in fact he took this picture!

Greg is fussy again this morning. He always seems to be like this when Tony is goofing around with the camera. I thought at first that it might be the diaper rash, but that seems to be clearing up. His little bottom is almost perfectly clear.

I suppose he might have overheard us talking. I've taken the first step to having my marriage with Greg annulled; Tony and I had a long conversation about that before we got up this morning. Greg sleeps in a bassinette next to our bed. Of course, I didn't think he was awake or I would have been more discrete. He had to suspect that this day was coming, I mean, I can't stay married to an infant!

It's amazing how slippery a wet baby is! I carefully pass Greg out to Tony so that I can finish my shower. Greg starts squealing, as usual. He doesn't seem to like Tony very much, but I'm sure that he'll come around eventually.

"Use lots of that ointment that the doctor gave us on his bum, hon!" I call out as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair. "It's on the dresser!"

"Yes dear," Tony sighs in mock hen-pecked husband fashion.

I turn the temperature up in the shower, and relish the feeling of hot water cascading over bare skin. In the background, I can hear Greg cry, that high-pitched whine that only very young babies can make.

Suddenly Tony is in the shower with me, his muscular arms holding me tight in a lusty embrace. Life is good.


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