'Mother only smiled, and continued, "Yes, you may laugh, but I tell you that failure in that respect is one chief reason why men grow tired of their wives, and naturally turn to those who are both able and willing to give them full satisfaction." '"Very true, Mrs Bond, and if ever I have a wife I hope she may be like Mary, for she thoroughly understands that trick, and nips my prick most delightfully — there, I feel it now. And darling Jim is pressing my bollocks most lasciviously, and now she is tickling my arsehole with her finger — oh! how voluptuous!" '"Go it then," cried mother who had delayed the crisis purposely by apparently ill-timed observations; "go it; I am ready too. Jim frig your own cunt, and let us all spend together." 'I at once obeyed, and turning my bottom toward the mirror placed alongside, into which Alick was now intently looking, I frigged away crying, "Suck dear old mother's quim, Mary; poke Mary's randy cunt, Alick; and now, prick, bollocks, cunt, fuck, fuck away and spend together." 'Now, Queenie, and sweetheart Frances, what say you to having my two friends, Alick and Kit? Shall I send them an invite?" 'By all means,' we replied, 'and you may tempt them too in any way you think fit; but don't let them imagine that we are only waiting like ripe cherries to drop into their mouths, or more correctly speaking, to let them like ripe cherries drop into ours.'
'You may trust me for that,' was her answer.
CHAPTER 12
Jim accordingly wrote a letter which after much consideration and various emendations was sent by a special messenger to her friend the major.
In this letter, she told him that she was staying with Dr Harpur whom he already knew, and that Lord Ferrars, whose yacht was lying in the harbour, was his guest. The yacht, she added, was in good trim and ready for a cruise, but his lordship was so taken with his friend's wife that he could not tear himself away.
She mentioned also that Lord Ferrars was accompanied by a handsome young fellow named Gipton, to whom he seemed much attached, and whom he always called 'his middy'; but that there was some mystery about him she was very desirous to have unravelled. For this Gipton had made great love to her at first, but as soon as she let him know that she was inclined to yield to his solicitation, he drew back and never availed himself of the opportunities she put in his way, which passed her comprehension. And, what was still more extraordinary, this young fellow has taken up with Dr Harpur, and they went on for all the world just like two lovers. Moreover, Lord Ferrars seems to encourage them by every means in his power.
'Altogether,' she wrote, 'the position of affairs here, though very enjoyable, is decidedly queer, and in my opinion just what would afford you a splendid field of study of human nature from the amorous point of view; and also afford you a grand opportunity for stirring up lewd thoughts and practising wanton exercises, things which you so thoroughly understand and appreciate. So come over and spy out the land. I am confident that you will be warmly welcomed as a very acceptable addition to our social party; for, when I happened to mention your name yesterday, Mrs Harpur said she had seen you more than once, and judging from your fine physique, the kind expression of your face, and the loving light in your eyes she would much like to number you among her more intimate friends. So lose no time in coming over, and bring Alick with you; ask for me, and I will introduce you both in due form. What I would suggest, is that you and Alick drive here tomorrow about twelve o'clock. The Gentlemen of our party are going in the morning to search out some wild goats, which they have heard are to be found in the neighbouring heights. The middy will be otherwise engaged. And so, Queenie and I shall be alone nearly all the day. We can therefore manage to meet you in the avenue, and then conduct you to the more sheltered part of the grounds, etc. Ever your fond and faithful "little imp, Jim.'
The major showed this epistle to his friend Alick. He was delighted with the prospect thus held out to them and they decided to accept the invitation and start early on the following morning.
At the time appointed, Jim's two friends presented themselves at the entrance gate. We met them in the avenue in our garden costume as if going for a walk; and when Jim had gone through the usual form of introduction, we offered to return with them; but they would not hear of our going back to the house of their account, and asked leave to accompany us in our walk. We consented and led them to the pleasure grounds.
Alick and I took the lead, while Jim and the major fell behind: but as we were passing near a convenient summerhouse, they suddenly disappeared, leaving us to pursue our walk by ourselves.
I must pass over the ordinary small talk we indulged in at first, during which we discussed many of the island celebrities — Alick's eyes sparkling whenever I laughed at free remarks he made respecting some of them — until I come to that more interesting part where we felt emboldened to make a decided advance to a little personal familiarity.
We had reached a garden seat in a sheltered spot and sat down to rest, wondering what had become of the major and Jim.
Alick said, with an expressive smile, 'They are old friends, you know, and are, no doubt, enjoying themselves in some comfortable nook.' I smiled in return, and complaining of the heat of the day, I tried to take off the silk shawl I had over my shoulders, but had difficulty in unloosening it at the front where it was fastened by my brooch.
Alick gallantly undertook to do it for me, and when fumbling about my throat, he cleverly managed both to press my breasts and playfully chuck me under the chin. I laughed at his awkwardness, but he only leaned more against me until his moustache brushed my cheek. I still laughed while his face flushed and, with panting effort he exclaimed, 'Dear Mrs Harpur, you are one of the most fascinating women I ever met and you are as kind as you are fascinating; the mere touch of you with my hands has agitated my whole body,' and putting his arm round my waist he pressed me to him.
'Oh, Captain Stuart! You are forgetting that I am a married woman.'
'No, my darling, but I was thinking what delight your husband must have every night when he holds you in his arms' — and he tried to kiss me.
'Oh, stop — I must run away from you, Captain Stuart; you are too demonstrative!' and struggled to free myself from his embrace, I accidentally placed my hand full on his swollen tool. I felt it bound under my touch, and as I could not affect ignorance of what it was, I withdrew my hand and exclaimed: 'Oh!'
He pressed me all the harder, and cried in the most eager and passionate tones, 'My darling, do place that dear hand there again; your delicious touch makes all the nerves in my body vibrate with pleasurable excitement,' and taking my hand, he forcibly replaced it on his prick.
'Why, Captain Stuart, what a funny man you are! What on earth good can my hand do you there?'
'Oh, don't you know? Darling, press it, rub it — stay, let me put your hand inside' — and hurriedly opening his trousers, he pushed in my hand.
'Fie! Captain Stuart, you are audacious! You mustn't hold my hand on it. You mustn't — but what a fine fellow you have!'