The old gentleman got up from our bench and as he walked by us, he said, "Good to see married people still in love."We walked over to the bench and sa... down. Nancy was almost laughing.She said, "He thought we were married."I nodded and held up my hand with my wedding ring on it. I then pointed at her hand.I said, "Natural mistake."Nancy quickly covered her hand so that her rings did not show.She said, "So, you going out after work, tomorrow?"I slowly nodded and said, "Yes, I had a great time. I pulled out my cock and had a few strokes to liven up a dull night. I was soon at half mast, some of it was due to me needing a piss so I opened the car door and stepped out a couple of paces into the cold dark night air. I pulled my pants half down and proceded to piss through my semi hard cock. At that moment the car opposite hit his headlights to beam catching me full on exposure. Not being a shy guy, I carried on until completion. For good measure I pulled my cock a good six or seven. In the same way, it was easy to change your prescription to a much stronger dose of fertility drug and to start it earlier than you thought. Far from suppressing your fertility, the implant you had just before our weekend made you hyper-fertile. It was child’s play to work out when your most fertile times would be and it should come as no surprise to learn that your fertility peaked during your weekend as my wife, or perhaps I should say your weekend as my whore. It was hard work. You were too interested in the next drag on the pipe to notice that the bedrooms were becoming less elegant, even shabby, as your beauty faded and your addiction grew.’ ‘Please, stop! Isabella managed to gasp, please don’t do this!’ ‘Perhaps it was you who should have stopped, Isabella. But you didn’t, and when your beauty had deteriorated into the face and body of an addict, what did the men with their expensive cars do with you? They turned you out into the street. They pimped you out, as.