My wife was ill, terminally I'll. We knew it might be a few months. We had an active sex life until this. She just had no desire, and, it might have been uncomfortable. I understood. At some point, I told her I was going into the bedroom to..."

"Are you fucking them both?" she asked, they were upstairs, she was leaning on the kitchen counter top. In a two piece bathing suit. I was in gym shorts. We had been outside, enjoying the sun. I kept trying not to stare at her, 42 years..."