My wife is very sexual and there is nothing she would not consider in bed (or other places). This was just with the two of us and a matter of trust.So...etimes (more often as time went on), I would think about mfm or my wife screwing someone else while I watched. It really turned me on. More so me then my wife. While out to dinner after a few drinks I might mention her fucking the waiter as his tip, or even taking on the i*****l alien kitchen crew. In an upscale hotel one night I called room. It was late in the season to build pools so the contractor was anxious for the work. The permitting is either a really big hassle or it goes right through without a hitch. Our’s went through without a hitch. We cut a way in from the parking lot with a left turn in it so we had woods totally blocking any view of the pool. It was a small free form pool with a slide. Joyce suggested that we add a waterfall. We did. The pumps, filter and chlorinator were in a small shed built next to the pool. We. I think I had read they were playing vintage porn that night. The movie wasn’t why I was going there. I was going there to become a slut wife. That’s why I was needing to be there.I walked into the very dark movie theater. I noticed a few people were there. I sat in the front of the theater. I noticed the floors were kind of sticky. I sat in my chair and started to watch the movie. I heard people moving around. I knew they were going to start circling me like a piranha.A man walked towards me. .. Until she wasn’t there anymore. The problem wasn’t the MS anymore. Not the big problem, anyway. There was another factor climbing into the background. More serious. Pancreatic failure. Chronic.She caught me in the office one day over her lunch hour. “Charlie, got a minute?”“Sure, hon, what’s up?”“I want to be at my daughter’s wedding.”“Oh. I see. The doctor thing?”She nodded.“OK. Let’s talk to Princess Pinkie tonight. We’re only a few weeks from graduation. Let’s see how much she loves me..