It was all I could do to ask her to tell me what she’d been up to to get in such a deliciously messy state. As I started to lick the seed of whoever... had been fucking my slutwife off her she told me of her day…She’d gone into work as normal. Massaged a couple of regulars, given a couple of “happy ending” hand jobs to a few and then late on in her shift a fit looking guy had come in with a couple of pals. Apparently it was a bit of a stag do treat that they hadn’t managed to fit in so they were. I had avoided making contact with her clit, but the time had come for me to increase the stimulation. My timing must have been good because she reacted almost immediately."Oh, Ian ... it feels so ... good. I never knew. Never," she gasped between physical reactions to my tongue and now, my fingers.I couldn't tell if she was having an orgasm. If she was, it was subtle. But I was sure she was pleased with my efforts. I could feel her hands in my hair and stroking my head as I continued to arouse. There we go. Why do you ask?”“I hope you’ve been practicing with your sword skills as much as I’ve been practicing this little number. Slice me open.”“You’re sure?”“I haven’t figured out how to rip myself in half yet, so this is what we’re gonna do in the meantime.”“If you say so.”Anyone in this situation would obviously have their instinctual doubts about swinging a sword directly into your wife’s face, but she seemed confident that she knew what she was doing, and I do NOT want to get on her. I shall send to the Viceroy in this matter and await his decision. In the meantime, the Conde will be my honoured guest. We do not have the pleasure of noble visitors often enough, and my wife will be delighted.”Tony’s facial expression must have given him away, for the governor smirked at him.“I take it the crossing was less than pleasurable?”“There were events that compounded our mission,” Tony admitted. “I also have as a passenger the former Princess Isabella of Léon. I believe she is.