[S] Invite Maggie (your wife) to comfort her instead.

Your heart fills with pity for the woman. And you are not the one that can give her comfort, you carry the weight of the Sultan with your cards and your position. But you are not alone. And so you gently tell Fadia to put her clothes back on and find your wife.

Your wife later tells you Fadia was convinced you had brought Maggie to include her in your cruel entertainment. But instead Maggie brought snacks, tea, and her maids. After some chatter and letting her become more comfortable they began to praise Fadia's smooth skin and hair. Eventually working her out enough to talk about her care routines. Maggie said she left with spirit back in her eyes.

Since the act of asking for her was enough to break the card, there wasn't need to take it further. And you feel better for it. And it won't hurt you to have more kind eyes upon you in the court.

Late that night Maggie repaid you for your kindness. Coming to you in little but oils Fadia had brought, she found you on the brink of sleep. Curling in besides you, Maggie whispered gentle praise in your ear. Proud to be married to such a noble man. Too drowsy to protest, you let your wife adore you, eager to see what she has in mind.

Her fingers played on your chest, then stomach, and then finding your maleness, coaxing it with her clever fingers. Again she whispers, more huskily, the depth of her love, as she nuzzled affectionately into your neck, letting you feel the heat of her breath. You arm drifts up to drape on the curve of her hips, savoring the sensation of skin beneath her hand. The oils felt hot and cold at the same time, working you quickly to full mast. Wasting no time, she begins working your length smoothly in her hand, gliding it up and down as you bask drunkenly on her affection. You whisper things back in her ears. Secrets just for her. Your appetite for her. How well she knows you. Your love for her. Love of her kindness. Kindness she didn't need to have. Maggie's only response is loving cooing and continued ministrations.

Soon you feel yourself losing control. Maggie senses your culmination and redoubles her pumping fist over your root, tight and smooth in equal proportion. Perhaps because of the oil, you cum unexpectedly. Maggie lets out a surprised gasp, cradling your head and meshing her hand into your hair as she gently encourages you. "Let it all out love, show me your love". Four pumps, five pumps, six, finally the seventh, before your font runs dry as your hip buck in this simulated act of love making. Tacky cum decorates your belly and oozes down Maggie's hand. With a kiss on the lips, Maggie leaves you insensate in the cooling bed to return with cleaning rags to clean you.

After some brief cleanup, Maggie rejoins you in the bed, as you wrap your arms around her and let yourself sink into her smell and your love of her. In the morning you will dislike letting her toy with you so, but half-asleep you are honest. And with a light heart, sleep claims you.