Anonymous - Frank and I

She paused for a moment, and I wondered what was coming. She went on: “About six weeks ago, I was sitting reading in a lovely part of the park, when a rough-looking tramp came up, and begged me to give him a copper to buy a bit of bread, as he was starving. I gave him sixpence out of my purse which happened to be full of silver. He noticed it, and when I had put the purse back into my pocket, he caught hold of me roughly and tried to rob me. I struggled, and screamed loudly; and my cries were heard by a gentleman, who came running to my assistance, and drove the tramp away. My arms were bruised, I was very much frightened, and I was trembling all over: so the gentleman made me take his arm, and when we had got out of the park, he put me in a cab, and drove me home.”

I made a movement of anger, uttering the word: “Damnation!”

She placed her hand on mine, saying soothingly: “Now Charley! You needn’t get angry. There was no wrong done. Wait till you have heard the rest of my story.”

“Go on,” I said crossly.

“Next day he called upon, me; and I gave him a cup of tea, and we had a long chat. Since then he has called several times, and I have frequently met him in the park. He is a gentleman, and has always treated me with the utmost respect. He has told me that he loves me; and to-day he asked me to marry him.”

I was utterly taken aback, and inclined to be very angry. “The devil he did!” I exclaimed. “Who is he? Tell me all you know about him. Do you love him? Perhaps he is only trying to deceive you.”

“I don’t think he is,” she remarked. Then she continued: “His name is Markham; he is about forty-five years old; a widower, with two children; a boy six years of age, and a girl nine years of age; he is a merchant at the Cape, and he is very well-off. I like him, but I do not love him.”

I was silent for a short time, thinking over her startling communication. Then I said: “Do you wish to leave me, and marry him?”

“I will be guided in the matter entirely by your advice and wishes. If you want me to stay with you; I will do so: but if you think I ought to accept Mr. Markham, I will marry him. Now think well over what I have said; and then tell me what you wish me to do.”‘

I pondered deeply over what she had told me; and I finally came to the conclusion, that though I did not at that moment wish to part with Frances; yet it would be wrong for me to stand in her way and prevent her getting married. She would never get such an offer again; and if the man was rich, and a gentleman, the marriage would be a good thing for her, and also for me; as I should be relieved of all responsibility as to her future.

So, giving her a kiss, I said: “Well, my dear girl, I shall be extremely sorry to part with you; but under the circumstances, I think you had better accept Mr. Markham. I will make inquiries about him, and find out if he is what he represents himself to be. But make sore of your own mind before you definitely accept him.”

She sat down on a chair, and resting her chin on her hand, fell into deep thought. But I fancied I could guess what she would do. She would accept the man’s offer. Every woman likes to get married and have a home, which she knows she cannot be turned out of-as long as she behaves herself-even should her husband get tired of her.

After a few moments, she said: “I can’t quite make up my mind yet; but I will think well over the matter to-night I am to see him, and give him my answer to-morrow.”

There was nothing more to be said, at that moment, on the subject; and we both sat silent and thoughtful: we felt upset, and we could not settle down comfortably; so we soon went up to our bedroom.

But when we were between the sheets, with our bodies in close contact, and our legs twined round each other’s; our thoughts quickly turned in a lascivious direction, and we had two delicious pokes before going to sleep.

Next morning, after breakfast. I asked her if she had quite made up her mind what to do. “Yes,” she replied, huskily, “I have decided to marry Mr. Markham.” Then coming up to me, she threw her arms round me and strained me to her bosom in a passionate embrace, while the tears rolled down her cheeks. “Oh, Charley!” she sobbed out “It will be an awful wrench parting with you. Oh, dear me! Oh, dear me!” Then she added, trying to smile: “But perhaps it will be better for me to leave you before I get old and ugly; and you tire of me.”

I had felt sure that she would make up her mind to marry the man, but nevertheless my heart was heavy at knowing that I should soon lose my pretty sweetheart, with whom I had spent so many happy years. However, I consoled myself by thinking, that as she was leaving me of her own accord, I should never have to reproach myself for sending her away-and that was an event which most probably would have happened some day or other. At eleven o’clock she went out to meet Markham; while I stayed at home to write some letters.

She came back to lunch at the usual hour, and told me that the whole affair was settled, and the wedding day fixed; then she showed me the engaged ring her fiance had given her; but she did not appear to be at all elated at knowing she was soon going to be a “respectable married woman”; and during lunch she often looked wistfully at me. I spent the afternoon in the City, making inquiries about Markham; and I found out that he was a man with a good reputation; a diamond merchant at the Cape, and he was said to be wealthy.

I was glad to hear satisfactory accounts of the man; for I had been inclined to think that he was an impostor, who was merely trying to get hold of Frances.

When we met at dinner, she seemed to be in better spirits. I told her what I had heard about Markham; and she informed me that her marriage was to take place in a month’s time. Then we had a long talk about the whole affair, and I gave her some “fatherly” advice.

The time passed on. Frances met her lover every day, somewhere or other; and she began to buy such an extensive trousseau, that the villa was soon littered with trunks, bandboxes, and all sorts of feminine finery, although she already had a large wardrobe. As she was going to marry a rich man, I did not think I was now called upon to make any settlement upon her: but I insisted upon paying for her trousseau; though she did not wish me to do so. She said that Mr. Markham had supplied her with plenty of money for the purpose.

During this period she was more loving and affectionate to me than ever; the tears were often in her eyes, and she would sometimes sit holding my hand in hers, without speaking. At other times, when sitting beside me in the daytime, she would suddenly unbutton my trousers, take out my tool, and play with it till I poked her.

In fact, both by day and night, she seemed to want me to “have” her as often as possible before we parted.

At last, her outfit was completed; her trunks were packed, and the marriage was to take place in a week’s rime. The wedding was to be a quiet one, and she was to be married from a hotel, to which she was to go the day before the ceremony.

The week passed rapidly. On the morning of the day she was to go away she woke early, and very soon woke me. As I thought it was the last time we should be in bed together, I determined to spin out my pleasure as long as I possibly could.

After kissing her eyes, her peach-like cheeks, and her rosy, fragrant mouth, I threw off all the bedclothes, and took off my nightgown, making Frances do the same. There was a good fire in the room. Then I played with the lovely, naked woman in every imaginable way; rolling her over and over, placing her in all sorts of positions, feeling every part of her body, and biting the plump flesh in various places. I spanked her broad, white bottom gently rill a pink flush showed on the cheeks; I slapped her polished back and shoulders, her rounded thighs, and the calves of her legs; even her smooth, soft belly received a few slight slaps. When her flesh was glowing and tingling from head to foot, and we were both in a high state of excitement, I stretched out her legs, and pressing my mouth on the delicious, little pink lips of her golden-haired cunt, I thrust my tongue deeply into its warm recesses, and tickled the tiny sensitive button for a moment or two. Frances quivered all over, squirming, and writhing, and turning up her eyes in an ecstasy of voluptuous delight. I quickly withdrew my tongue, and she sat up, gazing at me; her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were sparkling, and her titties were rising and falling. “Oh-h-h!” she exclaimed, drawing a long breath. “How delicious that was! Your tongue felt like a bit of warm velvet. Oh, Charley! why did you never do it to me before?”