The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel
Such was the way in which this happiness was conferred on me, which
endured for long years, although, alas, my widowed heart now all
hopelessly ever regrets that most lovable of women and best of wives.
Oh, what happiness it was as long as I possessed her.
We were married in a few days after this by special license.
The Benson and the Egerton were present and Harry Dale was my best man.
We adjourned to her house, now ours, to breakfast. They also stayed to
dinner and slept at our house, that we might celebrate our marriage with
a parting orgy, for we announced to our friends that in marrying, so far
from renouncing our orgies, we meant our union to promote ever varying
ones, and that on our return we would renew the exquisite ones we had so
often enjoyed with them.
Harry and I did all we could on that happy occasion to satisfy three of
the finest women in the world, whose delicious power of fucking was
never surpassed and rarely equalled.
Oh! we had such a delicious night. As to the women, their amorous
gamahuching of each other was ever renewed, and was most exciting to
see.
After breakfast that morning they stopped to see us off, and threw old
slippers after us for luck.
We posted down to aunt’s for a day and a night on our way to the
continent.
They were, of course, delighted with my marriage as bringing great
wealth into the family, indeed, my darling presented aunt with a cheque
for £1000.
Mrs. Dale and Ellen came over, and we had another delicious night’s
orgy, in which all exerted themselves to the utmost.
We parted from dear aunt and uncle, Mrs. Dale and Ellen, after luncheon,
and posted down to Dover; slept at Birmingham’s Hotel, where we had our
real first night’s fucking all to ourselves, enjoyed it in moderation
but in every endearment that two lovers could devise.
We crossed to Calais next day.
The sea was smooth at first, but we found it after passing the Foreland
very rough. My dear wife suffered severely; fortunately I myself never
felt better, and was thus able to devote every attention to the dear
sufferer. It left her even after we landed with nausea and a severe
headache, so that night at Devaux’s Hotel we slept each in one of the
separate beds in the same room, as is usual in French hotels, and indeed
in continental hotels in general.
My darling wife was far from feeling well next morning, but fancied that
posting on to Abbeville would rather tend to recovery than otherwise. We
accomplished this easily between breakfast and dinner, found a very
comfortable hotel with very fair cooking and excellent wines. My wife
enjoyed her dinner, and felt something like herself after it. We slept
together by bringing the two beds side by side, but only took a single
fuck before sleeping, and next morning a double one.
We spent the day at Abbeville, wandering through its quaint streets and
seeing its fine unfinished cathedral. The following day we posted to
Amiens, visiting its very beautiful cathedral, posted the following day
to Beauvais, again slept, passed next day there, and on the following
day posted up to Paris, and drove to Meurice’s Hotel in the rue de
Rivoli.
We had previously written for a set of rooms _au premier_, overlooking
the Tuileries Gardens, with orders to have dinner ready at a given hour.
We arrived just in time to change our travelling costume and to sit down
to a luxurious dinner. Here, as we had ordered, our bedroom contained a
proper large bed for both to sleep in. This hotel being much used by the
English was furnished with French taste but English comfort.
The dilatory manner of our journey, the agreeable breaks we had made at
different interesting towns had quite restored my beloved wife to all
her accustomed health, energy, and lubricity. The comfort of the bed,
the stimulating cheer, and the excellent wine also nerved me to meet her
utmost lasciviousness, and we had a night such as we used to have when I
first had her in my mother’s spare bedroom.
We recalled those happy days, and revelled in every lascivious act of
the hottest lust. My adored wife excelled herself, and I myself was
fully up to the mark; we fucked ourselves to sleep, with prick left
soaking in her deliciously tightest of cunts, so that on awaking in full
daylight I found my cock stiff standing in her cunt, which was giving it
most delicious pressures, quite involuntarily, for the darling was not
yet awake. I roused her by gentle movements, and the frigging of her
long delicious clitoris, so that she awoke to joys of which we never
tired. On this occasion natural wants compelled a temporary withdrawal
to relieve our distended bladders. We found that it was already past ten
o’clock, so she smacked my bare bottom and sent me off to my dressing
room, that both might get ready for breakfast, for which our appetites
were already craving. I slipt on a dressing-gown, went into our sitting
room, rang for a waiter, and ordered breakfast to be got ready
immediately, so that by the time we were dressed it was on the table all
smoking hot, and we sat down and did full justice to it.
We spent several days in visiting the wonders of Paris.
I had heard of a famous bawd residing at No. 60, rue Richelieu, and
another, Madame Leriche, in the rue de Marc, where they had rooms, from
which, through cleverly arranged peepholes, any operation in the next
room could be distinctly seen.
Madame Leriche’s girls were instructed to get the finest men they could
see in the street, to bring them in, and there to pretend to be so
struck with their beauty that they would not be content without having
them quite naked, stripping themselves also. When quite naked they
caressed their pricks, waltzed round the room, taking care to stop
exactly opposite each hidden opening, and there caress, handle, and show
the standing prick to any looker-on, eventually fucking in such a
position as all peepers could fully see and enjoy.
The fun of the thing was the perfect unconsciousness of the men as to
the purpose of all these gyrations. They took it proudly as a homage to
their virility, and the power of their charms over their new conquest,
and were doubly lustful in consequence, little imagining it was all a
well-acted scene, got up for an exhibition to please others, and show
all their virile gifts. Sometimes both man and girl were very
attractive, and I used to fuck my loved Florence while in the act of
peeping.
The place where we sat to see was a small narrow room, with just space
for a couch on one side and two chairs at the end, next to each
peephole. Three other similar narrow rooms looked into the same
operating room.
One day we had an exciting fuck from the exhibition of a very fine man
fucking his girl with a splendid prick. We were kneeling on the couch
with my prick soaking in the quietude of the after-joy. We heard a
scuffling with suppressed bawdy exclamations on the other side of the
thin partition next to us. We, too, had made use of bawdiness. I had
whispered to Florence how deliciously tight her hairy cunt was, and how
splendidly her enormous arse moved below my eyes as I fucked her.
We now discovered that the couple next to us had overheard us, for we
could just hear her ask if her arse’s movement and size pleased him as
much as their neighbour’s seemed to have done.
“Oh, yes, my angel, you wriggle your immense arse to perfection, and
your cunt is almost too tight.”
“Then fuck on with your splendid prick as hard as our neighbours were at
it.” A happy thought seized me. I put my finger to my lip to give the
hint to Florence, slipped out into the passage and peeped through the
keyhole, which commanded the whole of the narrow room. I beheld a
handsome man fucking a superbly stout woman, kneeling with her head down
low, but towards the door. Her arse uncovered and held aloft was a
remarkably fine one, wriggling indeed to perfection.
I slipped back, described it to my dear wife, and suggested our speaking
to them through the partition as soon as they were done, to avow that we
had heard all their goings-on, as they had ours, and to propose that we
should form a _partie carrée_.
Florence jumped at the idea, just as their sighs and shaking of their
couch against the partition announced the grand final crisis.
We allowed them some minutes for the after-satisfaction; we then heard
the lady beg him to do it again as she felt his cock was stiffening
within her cunt.
“No wonder,” said he, “when your delicious tight cunt is giving me such
exquisite pressures.”
We thought this a happy moment, as they were both in a state of
lasciviousness; so tapping at the partition, and raising my voice just
sufficient to be clearly heard, I said—
“You have been following our example, and seem as lustful as we are,
suppose we join parties and exchange partners. I am sure you must be two
desirable persons, and you will find us worth knowing. It will be a
novelty exciting to all, and will lead or not, as it may be, to a
further acquaintance or just a momentary caprice. What say you?”
A pause and a whisper was followed by—
_“Eh! bien, nous acceptons.”_
“Come to us, for I am half undressed,” cried the gentleman.
We rose and went in unto them, even in a biblical sense. My slight peep
had given me an idea of two handsome persons, but a full view proved
them to be eminently so. He was still up to the hilt from behind. She
lifted her head to look at us on entering, but left her splendid arse
exposed, and did not for the moment alter her position. We handled and
pressed it. The gentleman feeling my wife’s arse cried out to his
dearie—
“Here’s an arse equal to yours.”
Meanwhile, as I stood by her side feeling hers, she slipped her hand
into my flap, and in answer to his exclamation, said—
“There’s a prick bigger than yours. Oh, I see we shall all be
delighted.”
She rose and pulled out my standing prick to show it to her husband, for
like us they turned out to be a most salacious couple of married people.
My wife laid hold of the husband’s prick, and declared it to be a very
fine one, and a delicious variety which was always charming.
I proposed, as the room and couch could only accommodate one couple,
that I should take his wife into our room, and leave mine with him, and
as the two couches were close to the partition between, we could excite
each other by our mutual sighs and bawdy exclamations. This was at once
agreed to.
We all of us stripped to the buff; my new companion was magnificently
made—very much of my aunt’s figure, with a splendid arse, although not
so enormously developed as dear aunt’s. Her cunt was delicious, a grand
mons Veneris, sweetly haired with silky curls; her pouting cunt had the
true odour, and was very tight, and her pressures and action left
nothing to desire.
I gamahuched her first—her clitoris was well-defined and stiff. Her
bubbies were superb, and stood firmly apart, face charming with lovely
and lovable blue eyes, full of the sparkle of lust; lips red and moist,
inviting a tongue.
We indulged in delicious preliminaries; she had a good look at my prick,
declared she had thought her husband’s could not be beaten, but admitted
mine was longer and larger. She sucked its head. Then lying back on the
couch she begged me to mount on her belly, as she liked to commence in
that pose. I mounted upon her, got my prick gradually up to the crushing
of the two hairs, and then alternately tongueing her sweet mouth or
sucking a nipple of her lovely bosom, ran a most delicious course,
making her spend thrice to my once.
Our other equally occupied couple had evidently got a course ahead of
us, and were changing into the position in which we had first fucked our
wives.
We, too, followed in the same attitude, and really the fine arse of my