But mostly I was his companion, someone young and pretty for him to look at."Then, the last year of his life, I was his nursemaid as well. I loved him... Harry. Not the way I love you, or Margo or even Kelly, but I loved him. He was good to me, he was kind and he was a gentleman. So when he got sick and wanted me to leave I told him in no uncertain terms that he'd have to make me go because I knew in his heart he didn't want me to. He hired a nurse and outfitted the apartment so he wouldn't have. It was then that I noticed, and heard for the first time, how Harry was reacting to my wife’s behaviour. ‘Bitch, you dirty bitch, you dirty little cock sucking bitch. Suck me, suck it you little whore’ He kept murmuring to her over and over. I had never realised before how much of a turn on watching my wife playing with another man’s cock would be. My own cock was now aching and was bigger than I had known before but it was still constrained under my clothing. ‘Fuck, I’m going to come.’ He then. He had asked any housewife wanting children can contact him for IVF. He had given his e-mail ID.I thought about this man for a few days and then decided to send an email which was harmless. I introduced myself and asked about his procedure and the expense involved. By evening I got the reply. He wrote that he runs an IVF center to help women who desire to have their own child.He has helped many women to get children and they are all very happy now. When I asked him to send his photo he declined. He's wasting company time. He shouldn't be doing that, should he? What shall we do?" Zinged Chris.As expected, they were having fun at my expense.As my blood had rushed south, my brain was too starved for oxygen to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence in answer."Uh..." Poor boy. He's speechless!" Said Teresa.During the thirty seconds that this has happened through, I was too distressed to keep my hard on and my horny train of thoughts. Thankfully, my cock started deflating, allowing.