“Or if you prefer, we can settle this entire matter as gentlemen, right now!” Jean yelled loud enough for the English to hear. “We can fight in ...ingle combat, and the loser takes his army and goes home!”“Why would we believe that your army is willing to return to France?”“That’s where we are trying to get to now, Northumberland,” Jean said, “We are tired of the English climate and desire nothing more than to return to our French beds.”Percy studied de Carrouges face, trying to judge the man. He. We returned to our room to change for dinner, and this was when my wife revealed that she wanted to fulfil her fantasy while we were in Greece.After a couple of hours we were heading to the local village. We found a nice little taverna on the outskirts of the village. My wife was dressed in a very short dress with a plunging neckline. She was looking as hot as I could ever remember.We were soon seated, and drawing the attention of the waiters. We had just finished our starter, when my wife went. Her hedonistic submissive sex life was only known to a few close friends. Who? Who had sent the email? It wasn't Tracey as the email address had a 3 instead of an e in [email protected] husband was a mild mannered junior partner at a law firm 15 years older she had fallen in to his arms one drunken Friday night only to find out she was pregnant on Monday. That was 18 years ago their son was at Otago University Medical School first year. The thing was she liked sex, loved being. I almost choked on my burger. My mind was racing as I tried to come up with a clever response. And I'm sure my face was flushed. And she was watching me, smirking.And after I composed myself, she said again, "How big is your piece of chicken? I want to know. You inferred something....."I answered, "Are you sure? You really want to know?"She nodded.And then I resigned myself that she wasn't going to give up. So pulled out cell phone, located a photo (full on erect) I had in a message from a.