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.”