'Oh, how I would like to see that!'
'What, you want to…?'
'Yes, I want you to show me how to do it.'
'But you well know I do it just like you.'
'Well yes, but I pray you, give me this pleasure.'
While saying this, I uncovered the head of his instrument which, as a result of our talk, had regained its usual fine condition. I took his hand and placed it upon it.
'Now you are being silly.'
'No, sir, not at all, I wish it-do it quickly, and do it to the end, or I shall know that you do not love me any more.'
My lover did not know how to refuse me. After some hesitation he said: 'Oh very well, I agree but it is on the condition that as soon as it is possible, you will in your turn give me a demonstration of your pleasures when a young girl.'
'Oh, as to that, I will do it willingly, but now please go on.'
He soon did as I wished and, bending over him, I followed his movements one after the other with a singular sentiment to think of his pleasure and my curiosity.
Soon I had pity on him, I undid my corsage, and going on my knees in front of him, I finished the good work between my titties.
A short time after this caprice, my lover demanded the like of me. He recalled the promise I had made him and, in spite of a certain shame which had taken possession of me, I lent myself to his pleasure and stretched myself on the settee.
'No, not like that, you placed me to your liking, now it is my turn.'
'But what do you want?'
'You will see. Place yourself on this chair-like that-very well, now uncover your little pussy and tickle it with your left hand.'
Though puzzled, I obeyed. By now, Formatey had unclasped my corsage and stripped me to the waist. My lascivious instincts now kindled, what I had at first taken in hand as a joke I now began to take very seriously indeed.
Then I felt Formatey, who had placed himself behind me, insinuate his engine under my right arm. The originality of this fantasy inflamed my lustful imagination. I bent my head and avidly contemplated his handsome tool, whose helmet appeared and disappeared at each thrust of my dear lover who, for his part, had his eyes fixed on my left hand, which was by now working at its best.
Very soon our sighs mingled, we mutually warned each other, and our discharges took place at the same instant.
Some delicious months rolled by and our passion, far from weakening, or blunting our sensibilities from its frequency, only caused our love to grow more intense.
The precautions that we had taken with so much care assured us secrecy, and only once were we nearly surprised. We believed ourselves certain not to be disturbed, my husband was away, and I had sent my servants on errands at some distance.
After a chat and some caresses, I had made my lover understand my desires, and he had me placed to his liking, my body thrown back in my easy chair, my legs well apart and thus he commenced his adorable licking. I was ready to come, my eyes were closed, I was thinking only of myself and tasting one by one the delicious sensations his tongue was creating when all at once we heard steps on the stairs and voices in the next room.
Quick as lightning, we both jumped up, set our clothes to rights and sat ourselves at a proper distance when my maid, returning sooner than I had expected, opened the door and announced a lady of the town.
I was so terribly stunned that I could not move but the coolness and presence of mind on the part of my lover, who fortunately knew the lady, gave me time to compose myself and we were saved!
The fine weather arrived and I had to go to a spa a little distance from my hometown. I dreaded it, for I thought it would separate me from my lover, and Formatey was in despair. However, my husband insisted upon it and, as you may imagine, we did not wish to admit the real reason for my reluctance.
My husband could not accompany me, his occupation kept him at home, but he arranged to visit me frequently and to join me for a longer time as soon as he was able.
As for Formatey, it would be too imprudent to have received him.
I set off full of vexation, and passed the early days of my stay very quietly.
At the end of the first week, my husband came to see me and told me that shortly he would bring Formatey and two other friends to pass the day. Hope sprang anew, and I waited with feverish impatience.
At last, six days later, I received a letter that this trip had been fixed for the next day.
Having set out the day before, the gentlemen arrived at four o'clock in the morning. My husband came at once to find me and lay down by my side. Absence had awakened his rare desires, and although I anticipated being feasted by my dear Formatey, I should here avow that I willingly lent myself to Charles's wishes.
I clasped him in my arms, slipped my hand under his shirt and, taking his instrument, I gently worked it up with my fingers for a few seconds: then, having put it in its finest state of erection, I introduced it into my grotto.
Charles performed better than usual and swore to me that the caresses of my hand had made him experience the liveliest sensation of pleasure. Since then I have often made use of this means to excite him for my own satisfaction and sometimes even at his own request. We then slept until nine o'clock.
We went to breakfast at the hotel dining room with the gentlemen; the meal was an excellent one and we were all very gay. My dear Formatey sparkled with wit and verve. We could only communicate with our eyes but this language was well understood by us, and the message read, as plain as day, when can we meet alone?
It was my husband who unwittingly fixed matters for us. He proposed a lunch party in the woods and declared that after having conducted me back to the house, he would return to the hotel to lie down and recover from the fatigue of the ride the night before.
Formatey declared that he would employ that time in seeing some old friends; and the others said that they were going to visit the baths.
One glance exchanged with my lover was sufficient for me to understand him and, at noon when my husband was fast asleep at the hotel, Formatey slipped into my chamber.
Knowing his taste I had made a seductive toilette with a piquant head dress and donned rose-coloured stockings and fine slippers. I was clad only in a light peignoir, which my lover called a foutoir. I waited with impatience and was delirious the moment he appeared and devoured him with kisses.
'Ah, here you are at last, my dear angel, my dear love! Oh, how I have longed for you, come to my arms that I may devour you!
I closed the door and drew him towards the bed.
'Oh, come to my arms, seeing it's been two weeks without you! I thought I should die-how I have suffered!'
'And I, my darling, I have scarcely lived! We have not much time, let us profit by the opportunity quickly before some one comes to interrupt us.'
'Oh yes, we will, I am entirely yours to do with as you wish.'
As I finished these words, my peignoir was already on the floor. My lover undressed himself, then arranged me on the edge of the bed, placing two pillows behind me. Then he caressed and sucked my titties for some time, before raising my chemise and applying his burning lips to my hungry pussy which received this caress with a spasm of happiness.
'Ah, my darling,' I said, 'ah, I am spending already-it is coming again!-Ah, what delight! Oh, you are slaying me! Me now-come, put it into me-come, poke me!'
Formatey raised himself, lifted my legs up on his arms and began to thrust steadily into me. As for me, I was lying back softly and I followed his sweet activity with languorous eyes.
'Do it gently, slowly!' I said, 'let us be very long about it! Ah, how very good it is! It penetrates me to the heart! Ah! I am dying! Stopslowdown! stopa-little! Ah, I'm there, I am doing it-I am coming!'
'I, also, ah, I cannot hold out any longer, my darling, my fouteuse, I am coming-I give-you-my-semen!'
I remained swooning, but unsatisfied. My lover was still stretched out upon me, I had encircled his head with both arms and glued my mouth to his.
