Anonymous - The altar of VVenus - The Making of a Victorian Rake

Their sexual unions had been limited to once a week or less and it was wit surprise she found that I could accommodate her every night or, when so inclined, two or three times. Her disappointing married life and the period of complete abstinence which followed it had brought her to a condition in which she was a veritable treasure house of hoarded emotions, and it was exactly at this propitious moment that I, to my good fortune, entered her life.

Her ideas as to what was proper were quaint in the extreme. Intercourse was supposed to be indulged in only at night, and under cover of darkness. To leave the light on, or in fact, to even be seen naked, was immodest. The only proper position was that in which the woman lies on her back, with the man on top. Mutual handling, or caressing genital organs was very naughty, and as for the refinements and perversions of love to which she had heard allusions and of whose exact nature she had but vague ideas, they were not even to be discussed except in whispers.

I took a cynical and wicked delight in exploding the innocent superstitions as fast as they came to my notice and diverted myself immensely by inciting, with my teasing and wheedling, certain conflicts between her naturally voluptuous disposition and this quaint modesty.

" Edyth, darling," I pleaded coaxingly, as prior to retiring for the night she slipped on her nightgown before removing her under garments, " why don' t you want me to see you naked? You know I love to: but you always have something on, just to deprive me of the pleasure."

" Gilbert! You' ve seen me naked often enough!"

" Why, darling, you know I haven' t seen you naked half a dozen times. You' ve got the prettiest form of any girl I ever saw," I would add cunningly, " I don' t see why you want to keep it hidden from me."

Such a plea, of course, was irresistible.

" Well, for heaven' s sake! I suppose you' ll keep on teasing until I take off my nightgown!"

And off it came, while she stood blushing before me a moment.

" Come closer, darling."

When she came within arm' s reach, I twined my fingers in the cluster of silky brown curls at the apex of her legs.

" I had a suspicion about what part of my form you wanted to see!"

When I learned that intercourse was supposed to be enjoyed only at night under cover of darkness I immediately developed an insatiable desire for daylight gratification.

" Edyth," I whispered one day as I took her on my knees after lunch, " I want to do it so bad I just can' t wait until night. Just feel this!"

" But I' m all dressed!" she exclaimed in a suffocated voice.

" All you have to do is just slip off your panties!"

A bit of coaxing, liberally interspersed with kisses, and as usual I won my point. With reddened cheeks, she unfastened the little silken garment and lay down on the sofa.

" Darling, lie face down this time. It gives me the nicest feeling to have your bottom rubbing against me!"

" Gilbert!" she protested, in shocked indignation.

In this, as always, she yielded after the requisite coaxing, turning over on her stomach.

I raised her dress, exposing the firm beautiful hemispheres, and placed myself above her with my knees between her legs. Slipping one hand down the front of her bodice over one of her breasts, I inserted the other one under her abdomen and placed my finger on her clitoris. Her bottom quivered and vibrated against my stomach, in instantaneous response to the caress.

The opportunity to let her make all the racket she wanted to was a good one, for it was midday and the noise of the traffic in the street below was such to lessen the probability of being overheard. Pressing my cock into her as far as it would go, I began to titillate her clitoris with my finger. And, as I had anticipated, the show began.

" Oh! Oh! Oh!" she shrieked. " Oh, that' s good! It' s wonderful! Oh! Gilbert, dearest, darling. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

For ten of fifteen minutes I kept her squealing and kicking, under the double provocation of a cock inside and a finger outside, and then unable to no longer resist the contagious excitation my own organ released itself.

" Gilbert, did I make much noise?" she asked guiltily after it was all over and we had arranged our clothing.

" If there was anyone closer than Trafalgar Square who didn' t hear you, I' ll be surprised, darling."

" Oh!" she gasped, horrified. " Why didn' t you put your hand over my mouth?"

" You know where both my hands were, dear. Tell me, honey, did it feel nice? Do you like it that way? How many times did you come?"

" Gilbert! I don' t want to talk about it!"

" Why not, darling?"

" Gilbert, will you please hush up?"

The extreme sensitiveness of her clitoris and its peculiar erectile qualities set me to speculating, almost involuntarily, as to what the effect of a warm tongue on it would be. Out of respect to her, I had refrained from even tentative explorations in the way of " Frenching" but chance brought up the subject one night.

We were in bed, and Edyth was lying cuddled up by me. She was in a talkative mood. She had asked me a number of questions about Paris, and my experiences there, to which I gave discreet replies, when snuggling up closer to me, she said:

" Gilbert, there' s something I want to ask you about:" she hesitated a moment, and continued in a low voice: " A woman told me, but I don' t know whether it' s really true. Do those French girls really let men do it to them in the mouth?: And do men do it to them with their tongues too?"

When I was able to speak with composure, I replied:

" Well, darling, the French girls haven' t any exclusive patents on it! I guess women of all nationalities take it that way sometimes, if they like a man well enough. And the same thing applies to men."

" Gilbert! Did you ever do that to a woman with your tongue?"

" Who? Me? Why, no, darling," I answered discreetly, " I never met a woman I cared for well enough to do that. That is, until I met you. I' d do it that way for you in a minute, if you wanted it."

" Why, Gilbert! That' s terrible!"

" Why is it terrible, honey?"

" It' s nasty!"

" That depends on the woman. You' re not nasty. You spend half your time in the bath tub. You' re as clean and sweet down there as a newly budded rose."

" I don' t mean that way! I mean, it' s indecent!"

" Well, darling, " I lied hypocritically. " I always thought so, too, until I met you. Someway, that sort of thing makes it seem different. You' re so fresh and sweet I' d just as soon put my lips on this (and I placed my hand on it) as I would on your cheek!"

She remained silent for a few moments, digesting what I had said, and I whispered insinuatingly:

" They say it feels wonderful to a woman, better than any other way. Do you want me to do it to you once that way, just to see?"

" Gilbert! Hush up1"

" Just feel how this little thing is swelling up! I' ll just bet it would feel like a nice kiss if its mama didn' t object!"

Her limbs trembled convulsively and the " little thing" to which I referred was standing up and pulsing violently.

" Gilbert!: If you don' t hush up I swear I' ll get up and sleep on the lounge! Take your hand away from there!"

" All right, darling!" the next day, while leaving a store in which I had purchased some little gifts for her my attention was attracted to a beautiful coat on display in the window. It was an exquisite garment of genuine ermine, and a price tag announced that it was on sale at the specially reduced price of forty pounds. Business had been good and I ws tempted to buy the coat for Edyth. I turned and started back into the store but as I did so it occurred to me that perhaps it would be advisable to get her opinion on it before making the rather costly purchase.