Every now and then small amounts of lights would peer in through the crack of the window, as the moon would fade in and out of the peaks in the clouds... However this was no comfort to me at all. I was wet and being wet isn't any picnic in the park.Can you believe a grown man had actually wet himself, but how could I not be wet since I was forced into a small little place that had become my bed. This bed, which towered up over me and echoed the insolence little cries that went out and were met. Somewhere below me my wife is living her own exile hidden in the bowels of our house in her office, where she has been since before day break this morning, and for all I know has been there since last night, as she appeared briefly for a hurried dinner and to kiss the kids good-night before returning to her lair. Leaving the warmth of sunlight that cascades through our bedroom window I cross silently to the dresser and the chest of drawers that not so long ago held my fantasies. Not so long ago. I caught my breath and tried to regain my composure while he paced a few steps down the hall before looking up at the ceiling. Moments later, he turned and looked at me with a new expression, one that lacked his previous lust and instead was purely platonic. "Hey, looks like a couple of bulbs burned out. Need me to replace them?"I looked up where he'd been staring and shook my head with a sigh. "No, actually. Tried that already myself. Something's wrong with the whole electrical section. Both. Mommy came over and pushed me up on Daddies waist, then she reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled out a very hard cock. Daddy let me slide down his lap and his cock was now between both of my legs. Mommy said, Samantha squeeze your legs together, and hold Daddies cock with your thighs. As I did I could feel his cock against my crotch. Mommy said, doesnt that feel good Samantha? Yes Mommy I said as my own crotch was getting very tingly. Now Samantha, Mommy said, start moving your hips back.