Joy in Surprise

THE JOY OF SURPRISE

I once read how Roy Campbell's beautiful wife Mary had an affair with one of the Bloomsbury lesbians--Virginia Woolf, it might have been, or Vanessa Bell or Vita Sackville-West. The disconsolate macho poet took himself off to a London pub to drown his sorrows, only to encounter a well known Christian intellectual and writer.

When the hard-drinking, heavy-smoking author (who is very popular today among squeaky clean evangelical Christians) heard Roy's tale of woe, he threw his head back and guffawed. "To be cuckolded by a woman!"

The story stuck in my mind.

One day my wife Georgina, lovely as ever, came home from court to tell me that one of the clerks had invited her out to dinner.

"I think she's in love with me," she confessed. "Should I go?"

"Of course! It's all part of life's rich pageant."

I was half asleep when she got home that night. She undressed quickly and snuggled up to me, naked.

That was arousing in itself, but when she asked, "Do you want to hear about it?" I was thickening. When she placed her hand delicately where I like it most, it completed the process.

"So, what happened?"

"We went to Smith's in Soho--you know, the restaurant Oscar Wilde used to frequent."

"Not the red light district?"

"Not quite, but close enough to make me feel wanton."

"Go on." I know that feeling. I've never been with a prostitute, but just to be in their territory is erective.

"So, she's pretty in a petit elegant sort of way. We met at the entrance and she gave me a hug and a kiss on the mouth and led me inside. She was dressed formally, in her white court shirt and swirling black knee-length skirt and patent leather shoes. They showed us to a table in the window."

"Not so discreet, then?"

"Maybe she's a bit of an exhibitionist. Anyway, a candlelit dinner next to the window is romantic."

"Romantic from the start?"

"Well, I can tell you, that first kiss at greeting went right through my whole body."

My penis twitched as she gave it a gentle squeeze.

"There was a lot of touchy-feely stuff all through dinner. Very good food, I must say, and she wasn't in any rush. Sumptuous white wine, then red and a liqueur to finish off with.

I smiled in the darkness. "Softening you up?"

"I didn't need any softening up. I was getting wet already. Here, feel."

I did, and she was right. She was ready.

She drew me to her, and I slipped inside her, almost blown away by that first friction with her inviting cunt.

"She invited you home."

"Of course."

As our love rhythm began, she told me the rest.

"It was exciting beyond words, but I can try. Undressing her, unbuttoning that crisp white shirt, unzipping her skirt at the back, getting acquainted with lace and firm breasts and neat pussy--gosh, I've never done it before but almost it persuadeth me to become a lesbian."

Any fear I might have had that she was about to join the other team was dissipated by her response to my more urgent thrusts.

"Oh, that's good. Please don't stop."

"And what did she do to you?" I was keen to learn more, much more.

"She went down on me as soon as she could. She knows her way around a pussy, that's for sure. But the real revelation came when I returned the favour. The taste! The texture! The response! To see her face all wound up in ecstacy. And to have a nice fondle of her breasts while I was about it...!"

"Fast learner, hey?" I was nearing climax, and Georgina's body was trembling.

"It all came so naturally. Oh, Richard, it was sublime!" She was almost breathless. "And now comes double pleasure."

We climaxed simultaneously, the waves of passion overtaking us and multiplying from our togetherness. Well, you know what it's like: as close to heaven as we're likely to get on earth.

"Oh, Richard, I love you so much." She was lying on her tummy now, propped up on her elbows, and looked at me. I could see her eyes glinting. "Richard, you have to fuck her. You simply must. You'll love it."

"You would want me to do that? You wouldn't be jealous?"

"You let me, didn't you? Anyway, while I was eating her pussy, I couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would be for her, for you, to have your cock pushing into it. She's going to gasp! I'd almost like to watch, I'd like to guide you inside her. But don't worry, I'll come, just thinking of it. Promise me you'll do it?"

"Anything for you, my love. Now let's sleep."

"I'm going to dream of your beautiful face," she said. "And her firm little breasts, her sharp erect nipples going into your mouth. Oh, such joy!"

She made herself comfortable, closed her eyes, and slept. I wanted to say a prayer of gratitude, my whole being, body, soul and spirit, at peace, content, so utterly satisfied. Oh Georgina, Georgina, my wife of the many suprises.