"Angel," said he, "let us profit by this moment!"
"You are mad!"
"No, I love you, let me do as I will."
"My God, we shall be discovered! I am lost!"
"Not if you hurry. Stoop!"
"Are you in?"
"Here I am. It's going in!"
"Ah! make haste. I tremble!"
"There, darling… spend… spend again!"
"Ah! I've come! Now go away."
"Oh! Go."
Only just in time. My petticoats, all up behind, were barely readjusted, when I heard the rest of the party returning.
I went to meet them, and we found they had fetched us to see a swarm of bees captured from the top of a tree.
We got into our carriages and returned to the town. We danced at night at the Pump-rooms, and then said farewell to the gentlemen, who went away early the next morning, but my husband stopped with me.
It is easy to guess my thoughts when at home once more, I began to undress for the night. I was brushing my hair in front of my looking-glass, and my husband, delighted with the day's outing, was very gay and tender.
I was in my shift, that clung tightly to my figure behind, and showed the seductive shape of my backside. I could see in the glass that Charles was looking at it, and that his eyes sparkled.
"Aha!" said I to myself, "can it be possible that for once in a way he will be able to do it to me twice in the same day?"
I wanted him to make me and coquettishly struck an attitude that threw out into still greater relief what I knew was one of my greatest beauties; then, negligently putting one foot on a chair, taking care that my chemise should be more raised than was absolutely necessary, I undid my garter.
This play succeeded. Charles, also in his shirt, got up, and coming near me kissed me on the neck, and put his hand between the cheeks of my bottom.
"Oh! oh!" said I, turning round and returning his kiss,
"whatever ails you to-night?"
"My dear wife, I find that you are extremely handsome!"
"Am I not the same every day?"
"Oh, yes; but this evening still more so!"
"Well, what are you driving at? — come!"
So saying, I put my hand on his instrument, that stood a little, although far from being in a proper state of erection.
"You see that you can't do anything!"
"Oh, yes, I can! Prithee caress him a little bit!"
"What makes you so excited?"
"Why, his… his…"
"Well now — what?"
"Your beautiful bottom!"
"Indeed, sir. Well, you shan't see any more of it!"
As supple as a kitten, I trussed up my linen with one hand, so that my posteriors were naked, while my front parts were reflected in the mirror; at the same time my other hand had not loosened its grasp, and cleverly excited what it held. I soon had the satisfaction to feel it get hard. Wishing to profit by his momentary desire, I made Charles sit and got striding over him, but I soon found that such a position stretched me too much, and, widening the particular part, was quite unsuited for his thin tool.
I got up, and had to begin all over again… I was too excited to be baulked, and once more started the caress of my agile hand. I resolved to do my best, and he helped, so that soon I was pleased to see it once more in its most splendid state! Then I drew a chair to the glass, placed one foot upon it and the other on the ground, and put it in from behind.
Charles, led on by me till he was almost beside himself, did it in such a manner that I spent three times. He was a long while, but nevertheless finished by discharging, thanks to the clever movements of my buttocks and the talent I had acquired in pressing and pinching his wretched little tool.
Both very much fatigued, we retired to rest. Thus, in this memorable day, I had been poked six times! I do not exaggerate in saying that I had spent more than twenty times!
But such was the force of my temperament and my aptitude for amorous combat, that I rose the next day from my couch as fresh and as well as if nothing had occurred.
I went back to Z — , and F. and I relapsed into our sweet habits once more, which, alas! though frequently interrupted, grew more ardent after each successive deprivation.
My husband now rarely went away for more than one day at a'time, so that our pleasures only lasted during the short instants smuggled of an afternoon, nevertheless, a few indispensable journeys took place, and we profited by them.
One evening, happy in a few hours of security, we determined to completely enjoy our happiness; my love proposed that we should undress and get on my bed. I accepted with avidity. He was soon stripped to his shirt and laid on his back, while I unlaced my stays. I joined him with only my chemise and my stockings. He seized me in his arms, we were clasped together with rage! My lover soon got zealous of the slight gauzy garment that still covered me and tore it off, notwithstanding a slight resistance on my part.
He first contemplated my entire nakedness with ecstasy, then covered my entire body with burning kisses, without omitting one single spot!
I was mad, delirious! In turn I wished, to reproduce for him the pleasure I had felt. I too kissed with ardour every part of that body, so manly and so handsome. At a certain place, arriving at that darling jewel that proudly, stiffly stood, I stopped and kissed it; I sucked it; I should have liked to have ate it all up!
In this position my buttocks were turned towards my lover's face, I could feel that he had seized my left thigh, and was trying to pass it over him.
"What do you want?" said I, turning my head a little.
"Put your legs over me."
"But how?… Why?" 'Til soon tell you. There, that will do!"
I found myself astride his breast, my head still in the same place!
"Now," said he, "bend down, push out your lovely ARSE… there… now place your little CUNT on my mouth."
"Here I am!"
"Good. Now let us both do minette. Tell me in time, and we'll spend together!"
Although rather puzzled at this new method, I gracefully gave way to him, and soon I felt a clever and delicate tongue travel over my cleft. I went off into a mad rage, I once more took hold of the instrument, that I had let go for a moment, got the entire head into my mouth, and pumped at it with frenzy! An electric current seemed to envelope my entire frame, each stroke of F.'s tongue was answered by my mouth! … What delirious joy!.. I had already spent thrice, when feeling that the fourth time was nigh, and that my lover, shuddering and palpitating, was reaching the supreme moment, I exclaimed: "I am ready! Spend, darling, spend in my mouth!"
What happened then?… I know not!.. I lost consciousness beneath the burning jet! # # # My lover's adorable lessons had rendered me very knowing, I thought I had no more to learn. I was mistaken, there was one supreme lesson left for me to learn.
I have often repeated that my buttocks, or rather my ARSE, was of rare beauty. The furrow that divided the oval had already received thousands and thousands of my lover's kisses, whose greatest delight was to place me so as to enjoy this spectacle thoroughly. He would then open the lips of the gap of love, caress it, kiss it, and worship it in every manner.
Sometimes his finger would wander higher up, and I could feel a strange titillation at the opening of the secret orifice above!
Sometimes, even when plugged up to the roots, fainting beneath the divine dew that was spouted into me, I felt the finger penetrate far up the narrow path!
That singular caress caused me quite a peculiar erotic joy that I had not sought to analyse.
On one of the rare evenings when we were able to get between the sheets, after having felt each other all over for some time, my lover took off my chemise and looked lovingly at my nakedness.
Knowing his passionate love for my arse, I presented it to him, ducking my head and stretching myself as wide open as I could. F. got up behind me, but instead of getting into my cunt as usual he contented himself with rubbing the head of his Priapus against me.