I was happy.I slipped back into another sleep and when I woke up; she was in the kitchen preparing brunch for the both of us.On the way to the kitchen... I noticed that all the windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. I understood ‘why?’ the moment I entered the kitchen. There she was naked with just an apron covering her front (well just her stomach to be exact). I tiptoed out of the kitchen, stripped naked and tiptoed back in. I wanted to give her a loving hug but the guy down below had. Her long blonde hair had red highlights, and she wore a pair of navy blue slacks with a matching pair of high heels. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she was in her early thirties.Standing at the counter with her back to us, I watched as she picked up the otoscope, reflex hammer and ophthalmoscope. She took a moment and said, “Mr. Gregory, remove your gown for the exam.” “Is that really necessary?” I asked, as I looked over at Alyssa rubbing her pussy and kneading her tits through her. "Just look at the way she behaves towards him," came her response. "That's a mother and father, if I ever saw any," she concluded.I'd already come to the same conclusion."I wonder how the husband feels about that?" I commented."He seems fine with it!" My wife answered.Again, I had to admit that I'd noticed the same thing.After a pause, my wife, still looking out across the street to where Anna was apparently saying a very obviously affectionate 'goodbye' to the black guy as he got into his car,. He then said, "let's go to dinner." I stood up and my long skirt unrolled and covered the plasticdiaper. I could feel all of the liquid in me gurgle downward. I certainly didn'tfeel very feminine at the moment. I pulled on my boots and we left for dinner.It was embarrassing walking in the restaurant as you could hear the crunchingof the plastic diaper covers under my skirt. Also, my waist area looks a littleweird under my skirt because of the padding of the diaper. I ordered salmon,but I.