Jacky S - Suburban Souls, Book II

Her husband had debauched her, soon after the birth of her second child. He had often propounded his theories of love and liberty on both sides, and that husband and wife should be partners in passion with mutual confidence, and no jealousy; but she had repulsed him with horror, having been brought up strictly, and married to him when in her teens, very soon after leaving school. Her parents were in trade, and her mother and father of different nationalities had lived in various countries not being those they were born in, which accounts for her polyglot talents. Her husband was, like myself, an Englishman, who had passed his life on the continent.

He had made the acquaintance of a young cavalry officer, who I will call Achille. He was married, too, and with his wife visited Trixie and her husband, and a slight cordial friendship sprung up between the two couples, with mutual pleasant intercourse; dinners out and at home; visits and return visits; theatre parties and so forth.

Achille and Trixie's lord and master seemed to be, strangely enough, of the same opinion as regards sexual liberty, and Madame Achille had given herself freely to the latter gentleman, with full permission of her husband, and the two men had been together in the same bed with her.

Trixie was quite unconscious of this trifling intrigue, and, busy with her two pretty dolls of children, refused to listen to the theories of her spouse, which seemed loathsome to her.

But he was resolved to drag her down to his level and corrupt her entirely, for such was his mania and a conspiracy was formed and carried out in the following cold-blooded way.

Achille and his wife came to dine with Trixie and her lord and master at the latter's house, and champagne was freely drunk. After dinner, the conversations turned on the subject of female sexual inversion, or the love of women for women, and in front of the two men, Madame Achille made love to Trixie, as a man would have done. The young mother was horrified, and at last, out of patience at the bold advances of the half-tipsy officer's wife who dared to approach her with audacious fumbling fingers and mannish kisses, disgusted with the applauding leer of her wine-flushed husband, and the brazen words that Achille, excited at the scene, let fall without restraint, she rose to leave the table, pretending a headache, which she ascribed to the champagne.

Seeing the quarry about to escape, her husband rushed towards her, and seizing her hands, called to Achille to help him. In an instant, the military voluptuary full of lust was upon her, and despite her struggles, shrieks of shame, and appeals for mercy, the two men bore her slight frame, as light as a feather, more like a pretty boy than a mother, to an armchair, and threw her backwards in it. Her husband held her hands and kept her seated against her will, while Achille on his knees, threw up her skirts, and roughly separated her well-built little legs.

She kicked about as well as she could, struggling and calling out, until she was quite exhausted, and Achille, with the consent of her husband, exhibited a magnificent weapon, which Trixie could not look at and closed her eyes not to see. Madame Achille now came forward, threw herself madly on the panting victim, and began to undress her, or rather undo her clothes as well as she could, considering the position she was in, held down in the chair. Achille, with coarse jokes and worse than rude remarks, clumsily assisted his wife, and between the two, they tore her garments off, and left her nothing but a few shreds of torn linen.

Achille's wife, telling her husband to pull the outraged mother's legs well apart, then applied her mouth to Trixie's secret spot, and despite her shame, notwithstanding the horror of her position, the tongue of the Lesbian was so cleverly worked, that finally she succumbed and emitted into the mouth of the sly, sucking woman. At first, the feeling that a strange woman's mouth was kissing that part of her body, which no one save her husband and a doctor had hitherto seen, filled her with disgust, and she so violently upbraided her treacherous female friend that Madame Achille seemed inclined to relinquish her purpose, had not Trixie's husband forced her to continue.

It was only by dint of sticking to her task that the continued lingual onanism of Madame Achille produced its effect, and when that was evident by the change that came over poor bruised and outraged Trixie, a roar of triumph was started by the two men, who relaxed their hold and left the young novice to be finished off by a last few rapid touches of the tricky tongue of the officer's wife.

She rolled to the ground exhausted, and Achille boldly plunged his perforator into the palpitating body of Trixie, and emitted freely in the vagina, all moist with his wife's saliva, while the father of her children gloated over what was for him a delightful spectacle-to see his wife ravished by his friend, after being outraged by a woman in his presence.

Directly he saw that Achille had finished and was forcing his tongue between Trixie's lips, he turned to Madame Achille, and she responded to his mute and significant appeal by boldly unbuttoning his trousers, and searching for the staff of life, which was as familiar to her as that of her husband.

She was soon riding over him, while Achille tried to pacify Trixie, who had begun to cry, and to the sound of Trixie's tears and sobs her husband ejaculated close to the neck of the greedy womb of his friend's wife.

Trixie recovered from the shock, and for the sake of peace yielded now to her husband, and soon finding the forbidden, but juicy fruit, sufficiently palatable, she threw all scruples to the winds, with the idea that if she did not help her husband in his salacious pastimes, he would get other women to help him. Her passions being now thoroughly roused by the efforts of her husband, she plunged into the vortex of depravity, and fell into my hands, just as she was ripe for any devilment.

Puritans will shake their heads sadly as they read this story, and say that such a life could not last; that the laws of divorce would be called into play; and that such a lustful couple would soon separate, with talk of the mutual respect necessary between husband and wife. They are entirely wrong, as Trixie and her spouse lived perfectly happy together, devoted to each other, and bringing up their children with the utmost care.

Trixie visited all the secret haunts of Paris in my company, and the history of what this darling little woman did with her “Professor,” would fill a stout volume.

Suffice it to say, that although she loved her husband more than anything in the world, she had a great deal of affection for me, and she proved it, because she never told me a lie. I mean that no doubt she may now and then have uttered a fib or two, but she did not invent mean or wicked falsehoods to tease and worry me. On the contrary, she told me all about her lovers, always kept her appointments, and never quarreled with me.

I was very fond of seeing her in the arms of another woman and I gave her orders to entrap and entice young girls whenever she could, and we used to enjoy them together.

She was always ready to obey my bidding, and, my dear Mr. Arvel, if I had asked you to dine with her and me, and after the meal, had told her to go away with you, she would have done so cheerfully, if I had desired it. We had many parties carrées together, although I must confess I did not care about them. I liked to possess her with another woman.

The foregoing rapid sketch was an enormous success with Mr. Arvel. He constantly kept recurring to it. I told him I had lots more to tell him. I also consulted him about a married woman I was just then trying to get hold of, and I asked him if it was honest to try and debauch a friend's wife? My conscience pricked me. He advised me to get her if I could.