There was a long silence. Then she pressed me to tell her all. — I was getting reckless. — The lovely woman was close to me, I could feel the warmth of her body, and its perfume came up my nostrils. — “Do tell me.” — “No.” — The smell made me rutting mad. — “Give me a kiss, and I will.” — Instantly she put her mouth to mine, and I pulled her close to me, and kissed her rapturously. — “Oh, I've been dying for you ever since I saw you. — Mad since I knew — I've scarcely slept since, and have been thinking of you night and day. Let me.” — She made no reply, but stared at me full in the face. I pressed her with my hand close up to her stomach, she kept staring at me all the time and seemed to encourage me, then timidly I put my hand under her petticoats and felt her ankle, waited, then the calf, then thighs, and then unresisted, my fingers pushed through the crisp fringe and touched her clitoris. Then only did she put her hand down and stop me, looking at me earnestly all the time and still with-out speaking.

“Let me, for God sake let me. I love you so, am dying for you.” I pulled my prick out of my trowsers. — It was a sight of rigidity. I had taken away my hand from her cunt and put her hand to my prick. Then unresisted, again my fingers went up her petticoats on to her clitoris. For a second or two I rubbed and twiddled, pushed her gradually backwards, kissing her. She fell on her back and put her legs up conveniently. — I pulled up her clothes, kissed her motte, threw my-self between the thighs which she opened to receive me, and the next instant, our bodies were one and we were heaving in unison. — She had not spoken a word all the time, during all the preliminaries, not till the gush from my prick made her spend and voluptuous murmurs came with it from her.

We lay joined together by cunt and prick — and tongue with tongue, a very long time on that sofa. — Then when my prick had left her cunt, I got off her, and she resumed her sitting posture. — “It serves him right, a brute, a fool, a pig,” said she, — “to tell people of all my troubles. — I've served him right. — I'm sure you're not the only one he's told — tho I can't prove it. — I told him I'd leave him if he ever told any- one,” — and tears again rolled for a moment down her cheeks, but for a moment only. — Then she looked at me. “Is he not a donkey, a pig?” said she fiercely. — I said he was an ass and a pig, to have done so (but to myself I thanked my lucky stars that he was an ass), that he should never have told of his wife's misfortunes before marriage. — “We are not married, I'm his mistress, and I wonder he has not told you, the animal.” —I let out no more, but pressed her to tell me the history. — “Not now, but another day perhaps,” she said. — “Let us do it again.” — “If you like,” said she sullenly.

Then we kissed and fondled. How charming tho commonplace it is, as a man and woman sit with arms round each other, mouth to mouth, licking, tonguing, and slobbering, one's hand nursing and fondling the prick, the other's hand, gliding over the smooth surface of a cunt, and warming it up to randiness. — “Let's go to the bed, dear.” — Without a word she rose and led the way to it, then on the top of her now, but first with a look at the lovely thighs and belly. — “Open your thighs, my darling.” — “No, no, wait till I have washed.” — Wait indeed! the next instant my prick was up that sperm filled cunt, was gliding into felicity, and giving it. — How we enjoyed it. — And some fools call this lovely act of copulation beastly. Beastly forsooth! — Well let it be, I like as much of the beastly work as I can manage.

“My servant will be in directly,” said she. — “I will send her out again on some errand, and then you must go.” — “What nonsense, my dear, wash before me, what can it matter now.” — “Ah what indeed,” said she, plumping her lovely buttocks over a basin and washing. — She had hesitated. — The servant was longer gone than she expected, and my prick had just gone up her again when she returned. — Out went my cock, she sent the slavey out again, and then directly we returned to our grinding.

I was now in a frenzy of voluptuous delight, with her spanking buttocks, and black, crisp haired cunt, in which I buried my mouth and kissed and smelt with rapture, directly she had washed it — My prick stood again. I was astonished at the rapidity with which I had got her. It seemed a dream. My balls seemed full of seething sperm and never had I been in finer condition nor sent more spunk out of me than I did in that hour and a half. It was no longer. — She met me too with ardor, and enjoyed my body as much as I did hers, but between each fuck she was dreamy and taciturn, and whenever I tried to make her tell me about the soldiers, she said, “Not now, another time perhaps.”

Again I was at her cunt. On my knees, kissing between her thighs, as she sat in the bed-room, but she got up. “You must go before the servant comes in. If she should know, she will think it strange, and she won't be long. Call in tonight.” — Off I went and in the evening called upon them. — I did not like shaking hands with him, I recollect. It seemed treachery — but there was no help for it. — There we two sat and smoked, all three of us together. — She knew more than either of us. I wonder what passed thro her mind, as she sat with the two men who had been up her? — She asked him when he was going to visit some relation of his, and I found he was to do so on the following Friday, and remain away until the Monday. Was it sure, certain? “Yes, quite,” he replied. It was all arranged, he was expected there. — She looked at me, and I at her furtively, we were both of the same mind. — “I must go tomorrow to call on so and so,” said she, naming the time she should leave. — He left the room for a minute or two. “I'll be outside tomorrow,” I said. She nodded and at the usual hour of the night I quitted them.

I waited in a fiacre for her the next day, and soon after we were in an accommodation house, where I had engaged a room, and had had clean sheets put on, but she would not get into bed and we fucked outside. — What a treat she was — I recollect now, burying my mouth in the hair of her cunt, and kissing and smelling it with rapture. — Still she would not tell me the story of the soldiers. — “No, another time, but was he not a brute to tell you, when every one thinks we are married? — and I serve him rightly don't I?” was her constant refrain. — It struck me that all she was letting me do and doing herself, was not out of liking for me, or out of lust, but out of revenge, and I felt a little mortified. — In my first impetuosity I had when waiting in the fiacre, and thinking about her, so heated my-self, that I gushed out my sperm into her, almost directly I was up her. — “You had no pleasure with me, and you don't love me,” I said. — “Yes I think I do, but it serves him right don't it, a fool, a pig,” but by the end of an hour or so, I had roused her lust, and she glued herself to me with rapture.

Then we arranged that I should stop with her in his absence from Friday to Monday. — Her one servant (as is customary at Paris) slept up in the attic with other servants, and went out in the morning to do marketing, if madame did not. — Gertrude would send her out on an errand in the evening, and during that time I was to be let in. — She would get a store of food in herself. — I was to take some. — On the Sunday she would give the servant a whole holiday, we then should be alone. — All this was jolly for me but what if he came home unexpectedly? — She did not care she said. — He was a pig, a fool, a brute. If he found her out she would go home to her parents, besides she had some money of her own. — I saw only a possible row, a fight, perhaps a duel, or even a murder, but deter-mined to risk it. — “No no, I'll tell you all about the soldiers then.” — A note was to be sent me on the day, naming the hour. — I was to be there if all went right.