‘It’s this room. You can be in there for fifteen minutes.’ He thanked her, took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was a small room, wit... only a single window on the far wall. The blinds were closed. He saw her pale form under a white sheet. Machines of all kinds lined up beside the bed. Tubes ran from seemingly everywhere above her, some ended on her arms and some disappeared under the gown she wore. The bed was set at a diagonal with the foot of it a few feet from the door. He did. Even though I asked for and used the bedpan I got adult diapers for the night shift.Wendy visited every day.“Your wife, Mr. Austin.”Wendy would sashay in, kiss me on the forehead and talk about inconsequentials from the chair placed by my bed. She kissed my forehead because I bit her tongue the first time she tried it. For the first day I refused to acknowledge her ... but all that got me was an extra day. I learned. I became very cooperative. We began to discuss the “Condition of Dear Old. I was being ridiculous, I knew that, but I still carried on stroking it.Two o'clock arrived, the door opened, she had deliberately left me waiting. A cheery smile greeted me as we both set off; me, of course behind her, studying her curvy arse cheeks, looking for those panty lines. The weather was mild with little wind as we made our way down the long straight riverside cycle path. I watched every time Lisa reached for her water bottle.She seemed to be going for it today, no stops and a fair. In the fall of 2007, we traveled spending a weekend exploring the local music scene in Cincinnati, Ohio. We had a beautiful Hotel Suite at a Marriott and took a cab into the city. We found some great local bands playing that Friday night. We sat at the bar and would tease about different guys or ladies and bringing them back to our hotel for the other to enjoy a night of sexual pleasure. We never acted on anything, but two young men did ask my wife to dance, and I urged her to dance with them..