de a run over to England on some urgent
matters--purposely leaving the field open--my wife completed her
conquest, had had him in every way, had postillioned him, and wormed
out of him that at college he had indulged in sodomitical practices
with young students like himself; but knowing how prejudicial it would
be to him in his profession, he had weaned himself from the habit with
men, but dearly loved the _enculage_ with women, and doubly adored my
wife when he found her extraordinary and exquisite talent in that way.
She also, after much apparent hesitation, in answer to his eager and
continual questioning, omitted that her husband was much addicted to
worshipping her bottom, and had taught her its divine use. She even
cautioned him against any imprudence on my return, for she said she had
her suspicions that I had a letch for men, and if I discovered their
liaison, would be apt to avenge myself that way.

"Oh, if he would still allow me to possess your enchanting person he
might make what use he pleased of me."

This was the point aimed at from the beginning. My wife wrote to me,
and we arranged that I should announce my return for a certain morning,
and that she should have Carl to sleep with her the previous night.

I arrived in the middle of the night, walked into the room, found him
in bed, played the angry husband, swore I must have revenge, and that
as he had cuckolded me I must avenge the affront in being into his
person.

He objected, for form's sake, but said he would yield to anything if I
would not drive him away from the adorable Madame.

"That will depend upon the manner in which you satisfy my desires."

"Oh, do what you like, dear sir, if only you will allow me to love
Madame."

"We shall see, we shall see; let me look at your prick. Oh, a good
size, even when down. Let me see it at full stand."

My wife here interfered, and said Carl was so good that she was sure he
would prove a satisfaction to me. She took his prick in hand, and with
her art of handling a prick, had it at full stand in a minute and asked
me if she could possibly have refused so handsome a prick as that. And,
indeed, it was a very fine one.

Carl was a very fair young man, with a most beautiful and satiny skin.
His prick was exquisitely white, and the blue veins showed themselves
coursing through in a most tempting way--it was seven and a half inches
long, by quite six in circumference, was thick up to the vermilion nut,
a