Anonymous - Eveline

I made no secret of my discovery of his peephole. I went further-I asked him if he had enjoyed the exhibition; whether it had kindled his lust. Nay, whether he would like me to act the scene over again-or another, a more obscene and outrageous one in which there should be three actors. In this way we laid our schemes. Thus we invented plans of voluptuous gratification which we determined mutually to carry out. In the midst of our transports, while our imaginations ran riot in a red whirl of satanic excitement, we rushed together to the final spasmodic struggle. Hissing forth a volley of erotic expletives, papa drove in his swollen limb and flooded me with a volume of his seed. Exhaustion succeeded nature's overwrought efforts. A sweet, refreshing slumber in each other's arms restored the vigor we had so recently expended. Our fixed determination alone remained-we could indulge our voluptuous inclinations in the future as we had already proposed. We had invented a new pleasure-a lewd distraction of no ordinary kind.

Lord Endover had come up to town. It had no doubt strong inducements for him. I knew him too well to suppose he would be firm enough to free himself entirely from the meshes which the early allurements of fast life had woven about him. All I feared was some lasting taint, some loathsome encounter which might entail ruin upon myself as well as my husband.

He would return home very late, or rather very early in the morning-of course, from his club. Always the club! If not this club-then that club. It was so necessary he should show himself in the Lords too. I grew quite accustomed to these excuses. I received them all with imperturbable good humor. I only ventured to remark that I thought he worked too hard for an ungrateful country-but I took care to provide myself with a separate room-one which suited me well in every respect and communicated with a beautiful boudoir beyond.

There is no more ill-treated an institution in London than a man's club. The poor thing has to stand all the responsibility and receive all the vituperation of that large section of society women who suffer from the husband who returns with the milk in the early morning. It is certainly remarkable how many of them believe-or pretend to believe-in the power of that select circle of men of good standing, to spread its blandishments in the shape of whist, cigars, and brandies and sodas around them to the extinction of all natural desire to seek the warm and genuine embraces of the loving and still fresh wife at home. I drop a ready veil over the picture. It is all unreal. The awakening comes suddenly, and with it, in too many cases, the natural impulsive revenge of an angry woman, surrounded by temptations, to carry her neglected charms to a more profitable, if not more congenial, market.

Lord L was naturally a frequent visitor. I drove him in the park. He took me to the Opera during the season. When there was none, we visited the theatres. My husband was rarely of the party. Percy was quartered in Scotland.

"Tonight, Eveline, in accordance with your wish, I have arranged our little divertissement. We start at nine precisely. You are still determined on the attempt? Not afraid, eh, little woman, of this double encounter?"

"I am ready, dear papa. Indeed I long for the fun. We will do all we talked of. You will be near. You will look on and enjoy it too, will you not? Oh, it will be delicious if I only know you enjoy through me, that our ideas are so mixed and interchanged."

We drove to our quiet street. I wore a veil. Lord L was also unrecognizable. He took me from the cab. We walked a short way. We were absolutely alone. He turned a corner. We stood at the door of the same house. He turned a handle. We passed in. A tall, fair, young woman received us in the hall as if by appointment.

"The young men are here. Will you walk upstairs, please?"

I heard all she whispered.

"They quite understand everything-the lady will be pleased with them. I know they will amuse her-they are only too glad of such a chance."

We followed the loquacious woman up the stairs. She ushered us into the same room. The two carved brackets were in their places. On them stood the somewhat meaningless Chinese vases as on my last visit. Papa made haste to disappear. Presently the door opened again. Two young men entered. Then the door closed. We were all three alone.

My first inclination was to laugh. We must all have looked a little awkward. They were fine handsome young fellows, stout and broad- shouldered, with what Lord L would have called "plenty of grit" in them. They were evidently of the well-to-do artisan class, with healthy features, well-cleaned persons and supple limbs. Just the sort of young men that Eveline loved to enjoy. Appearance certainly promised well. She was not likely to be denied her pleasure, nor, to judge by their look of pleased excitement, were they in any danger of a disappointment. A few words, and we were soon on a social footing. They never took their eyes off my person. I sat on the sofa. They came uninvited and sat by me-one on either side.

"You are not afraid of me, are you? You can be quite at your ease. You both know what a young woman is, don't you?"

"Yes, of course we do! Don't we, Tom? But we don't often see one like you! You're a perfect beauty!"

"She's a lovely bit, Bill! She's-oh, my, I can't say any more! I'm longing for it already!"

"How nice you both look! What are you longing for? Give me a kiss!"

They vied with each other in snatching kisses from my hands-my lips-my cheeks. I let them pull me this way and that as they listed. I shut my eyes. I let my imagination wander. My attention was quickly recalled. One young fellow had insinuated his impatient hand under my clothes. His friend was kissing me on the mouth. I laid a hand on each side of me. I encountered their thighs. I had no difficulty in discovering the condition of their privates. Both were already violently erect. They moved excitedly under my touches which I made pointedly indecent. My right-hand neighbor put his arm round me. He pulled me towards him. I kissed him on the lips. The other man put his left hand on my bosom. I turned and kissed him also.

"Let us be at our ease. Take off your coats-take off everything that is in the way. I want to see you as you are."

They rose quickly. In an incredibly short time they stood before me stripped to their shirts-their trousers flung into a chair.

My spirits rose. I was consumed with longing for the game to begin.

I raised their shirts as they stood before me. I grasped their stiff hairy members in my little hands. I determined to be as plainly lewd as possible. I was well aware I was overheard. I desired to make rich amends to the listener for his sacrifice. I knew he would appreciate every indecency-every salacious incident of the performance.

"What sweet pricks you have!"

They were in reality both splendid specimens of vigorous manhood; broad-headed, red-capped, their members confronted me menacingly as I commenced to finger each in turn. I bent down my head. I tickled, I kissed them. I played round the soft warm things with my hot tongue. Both became furiously excited. They assisted me to undress. I slipped off my skirts-my bodice. I stood in my corset, chemise, and stockings. I retained my pretty kid boots. Then I threw off my corset and gave them my warm body with which to play.

"What a lovely girl you are! I am longing to get into you!"

"See, Tom, what a bottom she's got! Isn't she awfully well made?"

They felt me all over. Tom went on his knees. He divided my legs. He kissed my thighs all over. Then he pressed his face forward. He tried hard to arrive at my orbit. I put down my hand and shielded it. Resistance only made him more eager.

"We must both have you, my dear. How would you like us to do it?"