harshly. There was, she said, a little time yet and she asked if I would please her a final time. I at once agreed, though I felt I could hardly accomplish more that evening.”
“I don't wonder. Even for you that was a Herculean workout, lover,” Marcia breathed.
She inhaled her cigarette, bent to the tray on the little tabouret before her and then, laying the cigarette down temporarily, plunged her hands to her back, loosened the straps of her bra and let it fall.
“Marcia-oh-my darling wife. My beautiful wife and sweetheart,” Max breathed passionately. For now his virgin bride was clad in panties, hose, and pumps. Her body from the waist to throat was naked-ivory naked-and her wonderful breasts, like young melons, full jutting out, firm, the nipples very slightly tumescent, very rosy with wide aureoles of a slightly darker hue, exciting breasts with a wonderful soft valley to entice caresses and tongueings and kisses-breasts which yearned for a master's hand to cradle them during the act of love.
His hands cupped by instinct. He moved to her but she forfended him; she covered those wonderful fruits of pleasure with her soft hands, a smile wreathing her lush mouth, as she murmured, “Not yet, not yet-this is a sort of Tantalus for you, my sweetheart, a reward promised, and when you finish the story you shall taste your reward as much as and as often as-yes, dear, all that you like until you are fully sated with me.”
“At least, then, a kiss from your sweet mouth, before I go on,” he begged, and this was granted. He controlled himself. Yes, again he knew the delicious Tantalus in keeping his hands from roving those fruits of beauty and feminine splendor and his palms and fingertips tingled with anticipation.
The kiss was very long and gentle, it flamed to ecstatic heights before it ended and left them both rather breathless.
“Now quickly, before I let myself be tempted, Max dear,” she murmured.
“Well, to conclude with Lois, she knelt on the bare floor and bade me span her neck with my bare foot and finally crouching on all fours, she implored me to sodomize her, after restoring my penis to life in a manner I know you can't ever guess.”
“She sucked it, darling? Or-she rubbed it against her sweet quimie?”
He breathed erratically at this, his blood boiling. He shook his head. “No, guess again.”
Marcia pondered. Then she giggled, “She let you rub it against her bottom-hole, then?”
“Wrong again. I told you you'd never guess. No-on her knees, facing me, she cupped her naked breasts with her hands and enclasped my organ with those lovely mounds, frictioning and rubbing, squeezing till I felt a last vestige of desire rise in me-and I was again ready to do her will.”
“Oh, what an adorable girl-and to think that she remains a divorcee with all that knowledge of making a man happy in bed.”
He was no longer amazed by his young wife; she had revealed herself as the most intelligent and responsive young woman whom he had ever known and it was amazing to find such sympathetic temperament in a virgin-a girl who had not ever experienced the male in a body that was so prescient for what it must do to satisfy him.
“I quite agree with you. She hadn't at all any vulgarity, and even those extremely intimate functions she demanded of me were solicited in the most gentle phrases during the peak of excitement, which you will admit is rather unusual.”
“Oh-yes-” and her face flushed to the temples, a lovely brown-haired virgin, and she lowered her eyes, “I–I want-to know, really, what you thought about that. If you thought a girl was crude or immoral-if she used-rather crude expressions-when she was being made love to.”
His eyes widened with ecstatic anticipation. “No, my dear one,” he murmured, “for when two people are closely mated, affectionate lovers, there is nothing that is sordid in their wooing. It is done in privacy and the mutual joy is the only law.”
“Thank you-thank you-for your lovely way of saying you want me-dearest-I want-I want now, oh, yes, so much more than ever before when I stood beside you in church this afternoon, to be the sort of mistress and lover you've always dreamed of. And that is one reason, I confess, that I asked you to tell me so much of your past, so I can learn for myself, so to speak, of your likes and desires.”
He kissed her breast and then her hands dropped to her lap and she whispered, blushing deeply, eyes lowered, “If-if you like, now-you-you may caress them all you like, dearest.”
“No-I've learned from you, too, this night, my darling-to be patient and to prolong our bliss. But if you'll permit it-I'll kiss each lovely globe once-to salute them. Oh they are glorious, Marcia — never have I seen such beautiful, firm ivory breasts as these before. I adore them-and later I shall show you truly just how I worship them.” He had kissed each nipple and the beautiful woman caught her breath sibilantly, her head falling back, her hands clenching while a spasm of desire shook her.
“There. Now to continue. I shall be very patient. To make a long story short-for it's 11:30 and I've much else to tell you-I sodomized sweet Lois, very satisfactory from her viewpoint, and by dint of cupping one of her breasts and fingering her well developed clitoris, I got her to have a superb orgasm, though I myself had none, having been very much more than handsomely depleted by all these handmaidens to Priapus! We then adjourned to the salon to take leave of one another and I felicitated my host and thanked my lovely procurers for those memorable joys experienced with them.
“And that, Marcia, was the highlight of my first trip to London.”
2. my second affair
“What was your next most exciting adventure, darling?”
“Well, Marcia, that experience had changed my attitude towards woman. I don't mean I'd become overnight a Don Juan, but I do mean, darling, that I'd changed the mental pigmentation of my identity, to coin a phrase. Let's put it this way. I got the impression that women never before discovered so many good points in my general outlook. I tried, therefore, to be more differential, more noticing, toward people and of course, especially, women. That, by the way, is one explanation of how, when I first met you at the soiree given by Mrs. Caswell, I said to myself, 'There is a woman for me,' Marcia, and you've revealed already beyond my highest expectations that you are a woman, all that it implies. I had, you see, enveloped myself in a shimmering cloud, a glory cloud. I felt permeated by a sort of electric energy, and why not? Hadn't I proved myself able to cope with four striking attractive women, each of whom had her own special sexual penchant, each of whom I left satisfied with my behaviour as a man and a gentleman. Ergo, I am aware now, you see, of another world which interpenetrates the world of every day, now at one point, now at another. Now that I am on the alert for its manifestations, I can detect its presence everywhere and comprehend that by entering it I can forget the mundane world with all its boredom. This realization of mine becomes a good deal like a magic carpet, as you've so vividly created the term, on which I am free to travel where my will fancies. You see, it came upon me that, throughout the world, wherever I chanced to travel, now that I had zest and depth enough to recognize these women who were candid in their sensual desires, I could recognize the initiates. Or, by entering the room, let's say, could at once discern three or four women who were waiting for the sign. Not that I'd give it to them necessarily, but it was always there.”
“I think I understand, darling. And was I such?” She sat back on the loveseat, hands in her lap generously and fearlessly providing him with the glorious sight of her proud ivory twin turrets taut and full and firm, waiting for that sign.
“Yes-oh, yes-at once, I knew you for my petite mistress-my little sweetheart-from all others apart.”
“I love you, Max,” she breathed. “I am yours, you know that-wait-wait, and let me prove it as nothing can do. But do go on, it's so thrilling to be like this.”
“Thank you, my sweet, for your perfect trust, and I too pledge myself body and soul not to dash your hopes. Now, a year's interlude follows and our scene on my magic carpet changes to Berlin.”
“A German girl this time, eh darling?”
“Yes-a baroness, no less. I was travelling in style, you see.”
“Indeed you were. Tell me all about her and light me another cigarette, with a kiss to flavor it, please.”
He did, then he started: “Well, Marcia, by this time, my business was now nicely founded and I'd gone to Germany in search of pottery, glassware, and Dresdenware. I'd found what I wanted, purchased the stuff, and arranged to have it sent across. Then, I took a two-week holiday in Berlin. After a week, I met an interesting fellow from the German consulate service who spoke flawless English and French and, comparing notes, found that we
