The next part of his routine was to pick an adult sized disposable nappy from one of the many boxes of which lined the wall. His cock poked nicely as ...he removed the covers from the adhesive tabs and fastened the cosy nappy tight. He now padded softly in his bare feet down the carpeted hall to bedroom 2. Inside a cosy and inviting cot the size of a double bed, from which it had been fashioned awaited him. He pulled on the woolen booties that lay on the cot and tied on the blue silk bonnet which. Hutch could still see the women in Dots bedroom. Jan knew where Dot kept her toys and pulled her favorite from the dresser…a double headed thing that she had shared with Dot many times. Their legs were scissored and the dildo appeared and disappeared between them as they pounded each others cunts. At the moment Hutch wondered what his wife Marsha was doing. He knew he would get to see her get another well deserved fucking. Their agreement to divorce had improved their sex life. Hutch had. Stockholm syndrome. But that should take longer than a few minutes to set in. There was no Scandinavian capital needed to explain her behavior: this guy was some kind of dream boat and my beautiful wife obviously had come to the same conclusion. Shit. They both smiled at me mockingly, as if to emphasize that they were together, and I was on the outside looking in.Having to watch their shameless flirting while bound helplessly to this damn chair was driving me mad, so was just closing my eyes. Thinking she was just going to get a little closer she moves her body in fast and tight against my body and in fact she is cold! “BRRR-rrrr-rr” she says as she clings to me. “Wow,” I say as I rub my hand over her shoulders “You really are cold.” She chuckles and wraps one of her legs around me almost touching my waist so close to touching my cock, she sighs happily and settles her head on my shoulder. “Can you keep rubbing my shoulder?” she asks lightly looking up at me. I agree and continue.