We had made love two days before, nothing earth-shattering, and I was ready for whatever lay ahead."What did you have for dinner?" she asked. "Nothin...g", I replied. She told me had to go out for a while to go get some groceries, and it all seemed like a delay. I touched her pussy and said that I wanted this for my dinner.She laughed. "That's what you always say" and she pushed my hand away.We went out, I ended up with a simple dinner, and then it was time. We sleep naked, which is really. She walked slowly and was always a bit breathless. Its ironic I should mention this, because I am exactly the same nowadays.I had to undress in front of her, leaving my clothes ( with the all important envelope) on the kitchen table. She would only be wearing a long kaftan but once I was standing naked in front of her, I felt oddly vulnerable. My unreliable dick was as always only just about making its mind up, so she would encase it in her big warm hand and maybe wank it once or twice. Once I. Actually, it is almost like we are both wrapped in the diaper together. You feel the soft, semi-wet cotton against your balls, and it does send an added rush through you.You are not sure why diapers arouse you so. It is just something about seeing me wear one, making my butt a little cushy. And the thought that I really pee in them as I wear them, and you are able to feel my wetness is just erotic to you. And now, these times, when we are fucking each other as adults, that we both know we. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Peter opened the door and saw before him a small, plump woman. He had met her at the agency with his wife so knew what to expect. Her eyes bulged a little but she was quite attractive, with a well shaped little nose, blue eyes and a clear complexion. "Come in won't you." said Peter.Joanne smiled shyly and asked to use the toilet.While she was doing that Peter killed time by looking out of the window at the car park. The toilet flushed soon.