Fanny glanced at me appealingly. “Oh, Mr. Jack,” she entreated, “I shan’t mind at all if you’ll console me afterwards. Miss Alice hasn’t punished me in over a month now, and I am afraid she will go to it very severely.”
“If by that, Fanny,” Alice tartly rejoined, “you are trying to seduce my husband, you are going to get not only a bottomsmacking, but a birching as well to teach you not to be so licentious. You will go into the Snuggery and prepare yourself. I’m going to take you over my lap and spank your big naked bottom with my hand first, and then we shall see what you deserve after that.”
Fanny exhaled a long doleful sigh, once again glanced at me petitioningly, but I merely folded my arms and stared her down, until with still another sigh of rueful anticipation she rose and walked towards the Snuggery. Alice and I followed her, arm in arm, Alice pausing every so often to kiss me on the mouth and to whisper, “You’ll be proud of me, dearest, you’ll see! I’ve learned so much from you that now I must practice my technique so that I shan’t disappoint you.”
Just before we entered the Snuggery, she whispered to me, “If you are a very good boy, I may let you fuck Fanny tonight, but it will have to be on my terms, sir, for after all she still belongs to me!”
“I will not gainsay your right, my adorable wife,” I laughed.
So Fanny’s fate was sealed, but I suspected it would not be one to cause her much anguish-at least not the last part of it!
My blood was beginning to heat in my veins, and with good reason. Fanny was a distinctly pretty girl, tall, slenderly but sturdily built, with a superbly developed figure. She had a slightly turned-up nose and dark flashing eyes which gave her face a saucy look. And in her manner of speaking, her actions in movement, her entire personality, this sauciness was predominant, while her dark hair and rich coloring of skin indicated a warm-blooded and very passionate temperament-attributes which as you well know I had already discovered for my happy self.
“How do you wish me, Miss Alice?” Fanny now turned to my wife with a downcast look, though her bosom was heaving and her cheeks were already deliciously flushed, indicating that she was not too apprehensive over what was to follow.
Alice gave me a glance and then a wink, and firmly replied: “Absolutely naked, Miss, except for your stockings and garters and your shoes. And be quick about it, because my hand is itching for that backside of yours!”
Fanny’s blushes intensified as she hastily began to divest her pretty maid’s costume, removing her vest and chemise and finally her drawers, and standing in black stockings rising to midthigh and held there by satin-elastic garters with coquettish little flounces, and her trim buttoned shoes. As for myself, the very sight of that mass of dark curling moss-like hair which covered Fanny’s cunt stirred my prick to fond remembrance and to longing that this remembrance should be revivified by once again testing Fanny’s sweet inner dimensions with the measuring staff of my rigid prick.
Fanny’s lusciously rounded half-moons and her plump womanly thighs and saucily rounded calves regaled my roving eyes, and I did not try to hide my state of erection. Alice glanced at it and gave me another naughty wink, then seized Fanny by the wrist and led her over to a bench on which she seated herself, forcing her naked maid to drape herself across her lap.
“Jack, come here, I want you,” she called to me, and I hastened to approach.
“Now then, Fanny, you will suck and lick my husband’s cock while you clasp your hands behind your back, you naughty girl, but you’ll go very slowly so as not to make him come because I want him first. If you bungle this, I shall really take a birch and thrash your wicked backside until it is black and blue!”
I made haste to open my breeches and to present my furiously rampant organ to blushing Fanny’s ministrations. She took the tip between her lips and began to nuzzle softly while Alice, grasping her clasped wrists with her own left hand, raised her right and began to spank Fanny’s naked bottom with gusto.
Fanny gasped and squirmed and wriggled and kicked up her prettily stockinged legs from time to time, but she did not struggle in resistance as she kept breathing and mouthing the tip of my prick all the while.
By the time she had had about forty slaps, her ivory bottom was a fiery red and she twisted and squirmed herself about, grinding her furry pussy against Alice’s thighs with evident excitement.
Now Alice told her to get up and to kneel on all fours beside the large couch to which, one happy afternoon, Fanny had been bound and spread-eagled for me to fuck at Alice’s own conspiratorial arrangement. The large settee-couch was specially equipped for this, and I watched Alice eagerly to see if this was what she intended to do. But instead she swiftly divested herself of her dressing gown and, stark naked and adorably beautiful, flung herself down on her back on the settee, couch and beckoned to me.
In a moment I was deep inside her sheath, which was already moist and tightening with love, as she clasped me ferociously with her arms and legs and arched and twisted under me until our spasm passed deliriously.
Now Fanny was summoned to lie on her back, and her wrists and ankles were made fast to the two top corners and the lower ones. Alice then touched the levers which I had indicated to her sometime before, and Fanny’s legs were straddled a full yard apart, while her arms were tractioned and spread equally wide.
The magnificent nakedness of her ivory body was tautly presented, but Alice now shoved a cushion under her behind, pinching her nipples until Fanny squealed and arched herself up to permit this.
“Now then, Jack, I am going to prepare you to fuck Fanny,” my wife whispered to me as she went down on her knees, fondled my organ and began to flick her dainty pink tongue against the quivering tip of my ramrod.
I can assure you it did not take long to reinvigorate me for this task, what with Alice’s Frenching me and my eyes remaining all the while on Fanny’s straddled helpless naked body, watching those luscious round titties rise and fall in the violent upheaval of her emotions. Her stinging naked bottom was pressing against the couch, and it was obvious that her own emotions were furiously excited by this time.
When Alice judged that I was hard enough to service Fanny, she slapped me on the bottom and urged, “Now give it to her good, and after that she shall have the rest of her smacking!”
“Oh, Miss Alice, not more, please, not after this!” Fanny wailed.
I was already astride my beautiful wife’s maid, and in a trice my prick was buried to the hilt inside her tight warm moist cunt, and she began to moan and sob, “Oh, sir, oh it’s so good-oh, Mr. Jack, I’m in heaven, oh do it to me good-ooh-aah-ooooh!”
Alice allowed Fanny a reprieve to get her breath and to rouse herself from the sweet languor into which this vigorous fucking had plunged her. Then she handed me a little switch and said, “I have decided that you shall switch Fanny’s legs and stomach while I kneel over her and get her to excite me so you can fuck me a sweet goodnight, darling Jack!”
Was ever man blessed with so cooperative and inventive a wife as I!
Bending over the couch, I flicked the little thin switch Alice had handed me over Fanny’s inner thighs and belly, drawing frantic wriggles and squeals from the naked beauty. Alice, meanwhile, squatting down over Fanny’s face, pinched her nipples and forced her to gamahuch her until my darling wife was so roused that she hurried over to me and took hold of my cock and panted, “I must have him now, darling, I simply must!”
And thus our first night back in London was spent in spending, and I had begun my husbandly harem by acquiring sweet Fanny as a loveslave to service both my beloved wife and myself!
Chapter 18
So a new life began for me, householder, husband and master of a beautiful, passionate young wife and her flirtatious and seductive maid. For ten full days I enjoyed the conclusion of my honeymoon in my own home terrain, without interruption. However, about the seventh afternoon, a messenger rang my bell to bring me a note from none other than Molly Bashe, and at a most inopportune moment. I was only in my dressing robe and slippers, and I was whiling away a very rainy and dreary afternoon in the most delightful of fashions: namely, having charming Fanny spread-eagled on the settee-couch on her belly with sweet Alice seated with yawning thighs and clad only in her hose and vest, her mossy lovegarden proffered to Fanny’s adoring mouth whilst Alice’s fingers entwined in her maid’s hair, leaving me the clear field of Fanny’s luscious bottom and thighs to smack with a battledore until the dear girl agreed to let me introduce my organ into the tender and furtive little orifice between her buttocks.
I have not often performed this oblique and backward tribute to Venus, but it was my own dear wife who so
