Chapter 3

“I’m sorry, Jean, but it doesn’t seem to be working,” Marguerite said as she let his limp cock slip from her lips. “My jaw is tired, may I rest a bit?”

“What?” Jean asked, sounding confused. His mind was adrift in another time.

“It isn’t getting hard, my love, your cock,” Marguerite said, quickly pumping her hand on the flaccid flesh.

Jean suddenly realized that his wife had been using her mouth to attempt to arouse him. Jean was in no mood for it and pushed her away. “If you were better at it, or better looking, it would work,” he scolded her. “Leave me in peace!”

Marguerite knew better than to anger her husband. His temper was legendary, and she had been on the receiving end of his wrath more than once. She quickly stood and walked toward their bedchambers. At the last moment, she stopped and turned back.

“About the party?” Marguerite asked, biting her lip.

“If it silences your begging, then we will go,” he gave in. He felt terrible for speaking harshly to his bride. Marguerite was only trying to do her duty as a wife. He had to remind himself she was not Jeanne; she was Marguerite. She was free from the sins of his first wife.

“But, you must swear to me,” Jean said solemnly, “before God, that you will stay away from Jacques le Gris. I do not trust him. He is a seducer and a user of women, especially the wives of men he resents.”

“I swear it, of course, my love,” Marguerite said immediately. “I am yours, and no man will ever change that.”

Jean smiled at his bride and felt a stirring in his loins. He stepped toward his wife and grabbed her backside, “Then let’s get to bed quickly before my cock changes its mind.”