My final days

I am Jason. 43 years old. I have been married to my wife Jenny for 4 years now. Sadly I received really terrible news. I have been diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. Surprisingly, very rare for a guy my age. I love my wife Jenny who is 10 years younger than me and full of vibrant energy and really beautiful looking. She always turns heads when we enter a room with people and has the most stunning body & gorgeous figure. So I've decided to swallow the most bitterest pill. I've told my wife that I want her to stop worrying & fussing over me with my illness and go out and meet new people, socialize more with her friends and party & have a good time. Leave the dying to me and you go out and ultimately find yourself a new healthy handsome man. I have moved out of our bedroom into the loft room upstairs where I remain alone most of the time on meds. But I love waking up sometimes early hours of the morning when I hear Jenny come in with all her friends after a night out. I hear them talking & laughing loudly with music playing as they all park off in the lounge. A few hours later into the early morning hours most of the visitors leave and then it's just quiet silence. Then an hour or two later I hear my wife groaning with pleasure as she's being serviced in our bed by a new boyfriend. As hard as it is for me at times I'm so happy to know that there will be a man who will be taking my place very soon. The end is near and when I hear her new man pumping away at her while she grunting & groans with orgasmic pleasure, I sometimes and only if I'm able to which is not very often now, pull out my Cock as it hardens and slowly wank myself off knowing that this is like the last nail being slammed in my coffin. Knowing that Jenny and this new man will have a fantastic life together while I'm turning into a dried up peace of old leather in the ground. Soon Jenny will bring up Dave, the new man in her life to meet me here in bed where I am. I'm actually looking forward to shaking hands with her new man.