"There!" said Sophie. "There, Milord!"
I groaned, lay still, and hid my face.
"He is too ashamed," said Sophie. "He hides his face-he must face his shame! Hold up your head, Milord!!"
Beatrice put her hand under my chin.
"Shall I do it again, while he lies in your lap?" asked Sophie.
Beatrice had been so much excited and was now in such a state of erotism that she at once jumped at the idea.
I protested vigorously and uselessly. My protests merely emphasized my degradation.
Beatrice returned to her armchair. I was placed between her legs. Mons. Priapus was inserted into my wife and Sophie's phallus into my rear. Beatrice was more tremendously excited than she had ever been before.
I never again ventured to make overtures of this sort to my wife.
But I was very frequently sent to her room. Other lady visitors or fellow travellers, with that rapid feminine perception which amounts to intuition, promptly understood my case, and congratulated Beatrice upon my strict subjection to the petticoat. But to return to Maud and myself.
There was nothing for it but to obey Bee's order and we all three went to the bedroom, Maud covered with blushes.
Beatrice made me undress. I made some kind of protest-uselessly, of course.
"You have done it before to Maud, why this ridiculous affectation?"
Maud blushed.
"May I help him, Bee?"
"To be sure; and he shall help you."
"How queer it is," said Maud, "to take off a man's trousers! You know he had a petticoat at Downlands that day."
"What difference can that make?" said Beatrice.
"Oh, it does!" said Maud, red and hot all over, as she took off my clothes, slipping off my shirt and vest.
"Do you want him? I intend to make you ask for him, Maud."
"Oh, Bee!" she said.
"Yes, you know I do. Now, you'll please undress. Help her, Julian."
Of course I readily did so. She would keep me in countenance; and besides, had she not stripped me?
She made some resistance and seemed more than once upon the point of tears. When her petticoats had been removed and I was unlacing her corset and about to take off her shoes and stockings, she said to Beatrice: "I suppose you think it does not matter my being made to have him, because-"
"Rubbish!" returned Beatrice quickly. "You know you have had him already. I have heard the history of that stained bed quilt."
"Beatrice, it is too bad, your stripping me like this," said Maud, trembling, as the corset was unfastened and the other articles quickly followed.
Beatrice only smiled.
Maud's last garment-her chemise-was very soon slipped off over her head, and there we both stood naked before Beatrice, who, being herself dressed, made us the more sensible of our nakedness.
"You need not die, need not languish, Julian," remarked Beatrice. "You have had her once and shall again. When I took you it was understood that you were to be transferable."
"Oh, Beatrice-your husband!" exclaimed Maud.
"What of that? Now, Maud, do you not want him?"
She looked at me before she answered.
"Won't you ask him?" suggested Maud.
"Ask him!" replied Beatrice, with great disdain. "Certainly not. Why on earth ask him? He is not his own, he is mine."
"Oh, indeed!" said Maud. "Yes, of course he is."
"Now, Maud, you knew what there was between Julian and me at Downlands-"
"Why, he had only been four or five days in the place! You don't mean to tell me you were engaged then!" cried Maud, forgetting in the heat of the discussion both her own and my nakedness.
"You knew," went on Beatrice, "what there was between Julian and me. You knew there was love; and you took him, and," looking at Maud's middle, "had him; and now you'll just ask for him!"
"Oh, Bee! But I don't care if I do! I am glad to have him on any terms."
Maud made no more ado about it. With entrancing ravishing coyness, very love sick and glancing at me, she requested Beatrice to permit her husband to fuck her.
Beatrice insisted both upon this naughty word and upon my being described as her husband. The feelings evoked in me may be surmised. I became wild.
Maud, on Beatrice's assenting, took me by the wrist and led me to the bed. She lay down, and drew me upon her white breasts and ravishing form. We clasped each other with our arms. I kissed her with enthusiasm. I complied with her desire.
Beatrice witnessed it.
"How dare you commit adultery under your wife's own eyes?" she asked me angrily when she had given our passion a few moments in which to subside.
I was stupefied. Had she not ordered me to do so?
She, however, fastened my feet to the iron foot of the bedstead, soles uppermost, and whipped them cruelly for my committing adultery.
"Oh, Beatrice! Oh, how severe you are! Has he not had enough?" said Maud.
"No!" shouted Beatrice. "He can't drive much because of the condition of his bottom; and he won't be able to walk much now because of the state of his feet. Before my own eyes to-to-fuck you, my sister!"
Lash, lash! Lash!
Beatrice worked herself into a perfect fury. When she had finished beating me she tore her clothes off. I must acknowledge I was weeping bitterly. 409
Maud looked at me with great concern, she saw what Beatrice wanted-what I had just done to her. No doubt she wondered whether I could satisfy my wife.
Beatrice lay down upon me in a perfect hurricane of passion, but I was equal to the occasion, and to her delight fucked her violently.
She then put me on the bed face up and stood across me, while, stooping over me and bending down, she inserted my member into her pretty mouth.
"You have excited me to such an extent, that I must taste him-I must eat him."
She tickled me violently with her tongue, while, with both her hands on my testicles, she manipulated them.
I glued my mouth to her sweet clitoris and our inflammation produced a spontaneous return to the natural posture, save that Beatrice was uppermost.
CHAPTER 12
The honeymoon was quite too delightful while it lasted and it extended over a considerably longer period than a moon.
We returned to England in the autumn and went to a house which had been purchased for us on the southern slope of Compden Hill-a good-sized building, standing in about eleven acres of ground. Beatrice had had a voice in its choice.
I had not known that these three girls were heiresses, but so they were, and they had a couple of a hundred thousand pounds a piece, so that Beatrice, in determining that I should marry her, had not done me any wrong pecuniarily. We were not embarrassed, like some unfortunates, in our domestic arrangements, and we had a properly mounted establishment.
I am not going to enter into my political and social life. Later on I stood at a by-election, and have been ever since in the House, where I have ascertained that I am by no means remarkable for being under my wife's thumb. Most of the legislators who are married, that is, most of those whom I know anything of, are the same, and possess what may be conventionally described as a "mortal dread" of their better halves. I am not going to enter into all this. My history is a secret one, and is concerned with our vie intime.
Maud remained with Beatrice for more reasons than one-the two girls were fond of me, and Beatrice, I suppose, would have been lonely alone, and Maud had to look out for her Duke or Marquis, or her country gentleman with his thousands of acres, or her brewer, or whatever eligible person she could find. It was well understood, to my horror, that her marriage was not necessarily to be sanctified by love; it was to receive only the blessing of Mammon.
The answer to my expostulations was one to which I had no rejoinder.