Too fucking much. I can–‘ My words and my breath heaved in my chest, everything was made thick with sobs. ‘We’ll get through this. All right? ...e’ll get through this together.’ But would we? Would I? I wanted to say I had no doubt, but I didn’t feel that. A nurse came in and gave me a shot of something or other for the pain but the pain did not go away. It was in my head, tearing at me. I was dying. That’s what cancer is: death. In my back and in my liver I was rotting with death. Whatever. No it was as if every time she bent over or pushed her chest out a great war was fought. Is it porn imitating life or life imitating porn I began to wonder before she stopped her bag on the table with a heavy thud.She just looked at me and raised and eyebrow. "Uh can I help you?" I asked trying to gauge how fast I could eat the rest of my lunch and run back to the safety of the mail room. "In fact you can Iris" She said in a voice that rooted me to my seat. As she reached into her bag I was. Here I was, watching and filming as my hot ass wife had been fucked by one guy and now was getting fucked by a second guy. She would soon get fucked by the biggest cock she had ever had. It just didn’t seem real, like a dream or something. As the shorter guy fucked her, the older guy went over to her and put his ten inch cock up to her mouth. She started to kiss and lick it at first and then she wrapped her lips around it and took him in and out of her mouth. This lasted for about six minutes. The other end was a perfect feeling cock, other than being cold. It felt like the real thing, with the toy heater we had it was even better; also the curve looked about right. It was hard, but not too hard, soft, but not too soft, just perfect feeling. With no harness in the way it was true clit to clit. I couldn't wait to try them out. I put them back in the box and slid them far under the bed. I would clean them and try the fit of the knot very soon.I showered and dressed for work. The girls.