“A wife?”
“Of course, dear Baron, you should get married. Your household needs a woman. I only hope that you will not forget me entirely.”
“But how could I think about a wife, as long as I have my dearest Glossen?”
“I believe, dear Baron, that you should know by now that I am a very realistic woman. Even if I were free to marry you, I would be very reluctant to give up your embraces. You need a young wife and I would be too old for you. You are the new branch on an old tree and it is your duty to give it new life again. I promise you that your firstborn daughter will become my heiress and since I am involved in getting you married, I will extract one more promise from you and that is that you will be a very good husband, and in case of… that I would rather phrase as a question. What would you do if you discovered that your wife was attracted to a nice and charming young man? Or even, if fate would bring her into the embraces of one?”
“What questions, beautiful Glossen! Is it possible to give a firm answer? I believe it depends upon the impressions which the particular situation would make upon me. And how little could I say with any authority upon the subject unless I would find myself in the situation you just mentioned.”
(Shaking her head): “That's what I call looking for a loophole. There is one thing I would like to mention, my dearest Baron, and that is that I want a more firm answer. One question: Do you believe that we always have our emotions in check?”
“As long as we can avoid feeding them in such a way that they only enlarge.”
“But could we diminish the strength of an impression?”
“That depends on the case.”
“No, my dear Baron, that depends on the impression. Tell me, have you never met a female who made such an impression upon you that you were absolutely unable to get her out of your thoughts?”
“Dear Glossen, I don't know why we are wasting our time with these word games when we could use it perfectly well by making love.”
And I closed her in my arms, one hand seeking her temple of love.
“I want to see you happy, dear Baron, and I want to know for sure whether you believe that a marriage is ended if you find out that your better half has been embraced by another man. And I want a definite answer before I allow you to do what my love for you demands me to grant you. If you are married, can you resist all further temptations?”
“How could I possible say that?”
“In that case you would have to grant your wife the same privileges. Would you give her that freedom? If she ever were to meet a man in whose arms she would want to give herself?”
“Yes, as long as she would handle that affair discreetly.”
“She would, as long as she knows she has that freedom. Leave everything up to me. I will be her companion and her teacher. If it is agreeable with you, we can leave for the city in about a week.”
“Fine, we'll depart in a week.”
The day after we arrived in town I saw Julia at Frau von Glossen's, a young, flowering girl of sixteen.
Her beautiful Roman nose, her well-formed coral lips, the pretty dimples in her cheeks and chin, the full snow-white bosom, the pretty little hands, the soft fingers and beautiful pink and white nails… everything about her excited my temperament.
“How do you like her?” asked Glossen when Julia had left.
“She is an angel.”
“How indiscreet of you to tell me to my face.”
“I am afraid, dearest Glossen, those impressions are beyond my willpower to control.”
“And will you think the same about her in the future, when she is your wife? You must have noticed that her eyes are bold and daring.”
“When will I see her again, Glossen? I hope very soon.”
“See? Now it is only 'Glossen.' Soon I will be entirely forgotten.”
“Oh, no… never!”
“Now listen. Our present fashion hides many a bodily fault and the ardor of the husband turns cold the moment he sees his wife nude. Tomorrow night Julia is going to stay with me, and I think that you should see her without her clothes on.”
I embraced my dear Glossen, heaped kisses upon her beautiful lips, became passionate, laid her down upon the sofa, and with incredible delight we drank from the cup of passion, emptying it to the very bottom.
I could barely wait for the next night. From my hiding place I heard every word the ladies said, saw every move they made and watched every expression of their faces.
Julia liked me very much indeed. What incredible joy for me!
After dinner, von Glossen caressed Julia in many ways, bringing blushes to the girl's face, and making her very passionate.
“Shall we go to bed, dearest Julia?”
“This early?”
“We can talk there, too. But I like to hold you in my arms and I want to see you without all those clothes on.”
“Dearest lady…”
“Hush, dear Julia, I am a woman. I realize that it is quite different to be embraced by a handsome man, to find passion in his arms and solace in his embrace, but I assure you that being embraced by a beautiful woman is not without its rewards and allows for many pleasant sensations. Come, dear girl, take off your clothes.”
Amidst small talk and voluptuous jokes, Julia took off her clothes, aided by von Glossen.
The white of her body shone like precious marble. She is of average height, but her limbs are fashioned in perfect proportion, her hips are beautifully rounded and her thighs full and desirable. In short, she is the ideal model for a Greek goddess.
“If the Baron were here he would be delighted with what he saw.”
“But I would never undress myself in front of him; how could you think that, dearest friend?”
“I believe that you are not unattracted to the idea of becoming his wife.”
“Of course I am not, but I firmly believe, dearest Glossen, that one should not unveil everything at once before a man's eyes.”
“You could be right at that, if it were not for the fact that we ourselves get so much pleasure out of doing it! Come here, dear Julia, sit on my lap.”
She embraced her, kissed her, spread her thighs slightly apart so that I could see, from my hide-out, the precious temple of her love.
“My dearest Glossen, you are taking liberties!”
“How beautiful and flowering did the goddess of love plant your passion garden.”
“I will have to punish these bold fingers!”
“Really Julia, the entrance to your temple of passion has not been used; poor Baron, if you don't know what to do, he will have trouble conquering you.”
“Shall we lie down, dearest Glossen?”
“You are becoming passionate, little girl. Oh, if only the Baron were here. You would be able to enjoy love's greatest delight right here in my presence.”
“I would die of shame!”
“You would die of voluptuous delights in his arms. And what would you think, Julia, if he were here already and if he had heard and seen everything we have done together?”
“Terrible!”
“Dearest little one, don't be so terrified. My love for you and for the Baron has made me play this little trick on you. He is not out of town on pressing business; he is right here. You can come out now, Baron!”
Julia cried out and jumped into the bed, covering herself with the blanket.
“Undress, dear Baron, I will make it up with Julia. Julia dear, is it all right with you that I, too, take off my clothes and join you in the bed so that I can witness and possibly participate in the pleasures you are about to enjoy?”
Julia remained silent.
It did not take me long to take off my clothes. Julia complained about treason, cuddled up to von Glossen, and did not want to have anything to do with me.
“It is fine with me, Julia; if you do not want the Baron, then I will take him in my arms, but I assure you that by doing so I would rob you of the greatest pleasures and the highest ecstasy.”