Give me your tongue. That's right. Move your dear arse up and down gently. I'm waking up again. Do you feel it?"
"Yes. It's getting stiff again. Ah! I can't bear it; I must spend again. Push on once more. Quicker. Ah. I'm going mad. I die. I'm so giddy. I'm spending again… I've come.
I'm fucking. I'm still spending. Are you ready?"
"Yes. It's coming… there! I spend. Oh, God!"
A second discharge mingled itself with the first flood; for some time we both remained helpless, and at last F., dropping his hold of my legs, drew out, and a veritable deluge of the extract of love came pattering down on the floor.
I rose and took my lover to my heart.
"Ah! my adored one," said I, "what a splendid exploit!
How happy you make me! I've never spent so much in my life! I was coming all the time without a second of interruption."
We were obliged to remove all trace of our prodigious struggles. My thighs and belly were literally covered with the sweet fluid. I had no dressing room, but dared not remain in such a state. I got my washhand basin, and making F. turn his back began my ablutions.
My love, far from obeying, did not miss a movement, he took hold of me, with my petticoats still pulled up, and kissed and mumbled me as he said: "I must fuck you again."
"Oh, no, please. You'll be ill!"
"But see, he's up again."
The sight completed my madness, I fell on my knees, seized the beautiful rubicund head between my lips, engulphed it in my mouth, and sucked it with raging delirium.
Suddenly, I heard a noise in the passage. I rose with a bound, rushed to the door, and looked through the keyhole.
If it was my husband, we were lost. Happily, I was mistaken.
I sighed to F. that there was naught to fear. In this position, with my eye fixed to the lock, my buttocks were exposed, and my shift was all tucked up. In a twinkling, my lover was behind me, and before I had time to collect myself, I was penetrated again, filled up by that adorable instrument that seemed to know no rest. Ah! How I helped him by opening and shutting the cheeks of my backside… by writhing, twisting, and swooning with joy.
Our time had passed quickly. In haste, I sent away my lover, made the bed afresh, and arranged a neat toilette for the promenade. I was scarcely ready when the carriage drove up, and my husband came to fetch me. He found me flushed and lively, I answered that, overcome by the heat, I had fallen asleep.
We went downstairs, and I was joyfully saluted by the gentlemen, who complimented me on the novelty and good taste of my costume. On the sly, I looked at F., but nothing happily betrayed that anything extraordinary had taken place.
We started off.
The forest we were exploring was deliciously cool and picturesque; we went to the lodge of a game-keeper, where a slight rustic repast had been prepared. Our collation was merrily enjoyed, I was forced to drink several glasses of champagne, although I did not require that to stimulate me.
After the meal we set out walking again, my husband gossiped with F. I was with them. The two guests had strolled into another path when we arrived at a wild spot, studded with rocks, and shaded with large trees.
At this moment one of the gentlemen, who were far off, called out to my husband: "Come, quick, come and see!"
Charles ran away and left us. Directly he had disappeared from view, F. glued his mouth to mine.
"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.