Much as she wanted me, I wanted what she did to me even more. Rolling over, I buried my face in one of the throw pillows, my growls softening to giggl...s. I really was a slut or, more aptly, I was her slut. This time, she’d said it in no uncertain terms. She’d promised. All I could do was trust her, something that was becoming easier to do over time.I glanced at the clock, feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion roll through me. This week had taken an emotional and physical toll on me. Almost three. Mike throbbed, and I put my mouth around his head and just held it there for a while, and reached to feel his balls. I gently ran my fingers over them, which got a moan out of Mike. Then I slowly took his stiff cock into my mouth, pausing to run my tongue across his underside. God, I loved the way it felt to have a cock in my mouth. I moaned, and Mike put his hands on the back of my head and stroked me. I started moving on and off his cock with my mouth, gently rotating my head, and on. “No, just please, be patient a few minutes,” he told me. Then he went and stood blocking the door, but I could see out past him. By this time, men were hurrying toward the building, large men. There were three in the front, and several behind. Those in the rear were in cavalry uniforms. Those in the front were in the dress of Nobles in fine clothes. When John appeared in the doorway, they all dropped to one knee. The cavalry unit was called to attention, and then to present arms. Everyone in. She said that she hated being in bed when her husband was there.I felt really bad for her. But I did not want to misuse her vulnerability.One night, she asked me whether I remember the things which happened between me and her. I said that I had never forgotten those lovely memories.I asked her whether she had regretted doing that. But she said that she remembers it daily and cherished it. It was that moment I came to know that she was mine again. I asked her whether I would get a chance to.