Without any definite intention as far as I can remember, but simply for
lewed gratification, I went up to, and addressed her. She recognized me
and stood stock still. She had a small bottle of what I found afterwards
to be gin in her hand, which she put into her husband's dinner can. I
told her I was sorry for her, having heard the row and all she had said.
The reference to her wrongs roused her, and she said vehemently, "He is
not a man anyhow or anywhere," and then was silent. I did not know what
to say more, and walked on by her side. After a time she said, "Why are
you walking with me sir?" The only reply I made was that I liked it,
and was sorry she had such a bad husband. She said she would rather be
alone, but I walked on with her she carrying the little tin can with a
cover. I not knowing what to do, offered to carry it for her, but she
would not let me.
Then she remarked, "You are very good, but don't come any further,
it won't look well for a poor woman to be walking with a gentleman;
neighbors make mischief, and God knows, I have enough to bear already."
My boldness having quite left me, I shook hands with her, which seemed
to astonish her, and off she went. I followed her at a distance, to her
house, which was one of a row of small cottages fronting a ditch, and
a field, on which carpets were beaten, and boys played, a scrubby poor
place as you may be sure.
I turned back hesitating. One moment wondering at my boldness, and
wickedness in thinking of a married woman; the next, thinking I was a
fool for not having asked her to let me; when I saw in the path, the top
of the tin can she had been carrying. Here was a chance. I walked about
for half an hour before I mustered up courage to go to the house. She
opened her eyes wide when she saw me. "What do you want?" "Here is the
top of the dinner-can," said I innocently. "Oh!" said she, "I am so
glad, he would have hit me if I had lost it." As she took it I entered
and closed the door.
She had finished the gin, for the empty bottle was on the table. She may
have been more than fuddled, I cannot say; for I was so excited that I
recollect only the most prominent circumstances. I was in a funk, but
my cock was stiff, and that overcame all scruples. The house had but two
rooms: a kitchen I was standing in, the street-door opened on to it.
An open door showed a neat bed in a clean white-washed bed-room. How I
began I know not, but recollect telling what I had heard, and that
for months he had not been a husband to her. That set her off talking
wildly, and she said it all over again. She was sure he was spending his
money on some dolly, hoped she might catch her, then cried, wiped her
eyes and said, "Well, that is no business of yours, I am a fool for
talking to a young gentleman like you, I don't know what you are doing
here."
"Let me do it to you," said I, "I have seen up your clothes, let
me,--you are so nice, and I want you so badly; why should you not, he
is no husband to you, and you such a nice woman." That was my artless
beginning, or something like it. Fright at my impudence was struggling
against my cock-stand. For a second she seemed speechless, then replied,
"Well sir, you ought to be ashamed,--a married woman like me." "He is no
husband to you, he never does it to you, you know,--I heard you tell the
women so; they laughed, and said he had some hussy whom he did it to."
"That's no business of yours, but he is a bad one," and she began crying
again. "Now go sir go,--if he came home, he would murder me, if he found
you here."
I don't know how the next came off, but I know I was kissing her, that I
got my hand up her clothes, on to her cunt, that I pulled out my prick,
that the struggling ceased, that I edged her to the bed-room, and that
up against the bed she made a stand. "Oh! my God sir, I am a married
woman, pray don't." Paying no heed, I got her clothes up and as she
stood, was bending and trying to get my cock up her; but she was little,
and I could not; it shoved up against her navel, and motte. That I
suppose stirring her lust, overcame her, for she got on the bed, I got
on her, and up her in a second.
I was in a bursting state of randiness, and she must have been the same.
I was ready to spend, she readier; for I had no sooner entered her than
her breath shortened, she clasped me tight, quivered and wriggled, and
we both spent. I lay up her, cock ready for further work. Up to that
time I had not properly felt her, nor seen her body. I began fumbling
about, put my hand down feeling cautiously round the stem of my cock and
my ballocks. All was wet, I slid my finger below her cunt (feeling even
near to an arse-hole was then beyond me), there it felt wetter; that
stimulated me, and on I went grinding. She lay with her eyes closed
without speaking. Soon we both went again, I had fucked her twice
without uncunting.
The quiet dreamy enjoyment had barely began, when she pushed me off
and sat up saying, "What have I done? what have I done? I am a married
woman!" Then comes tears, then a kiss from me, then talk, then tears,
and at intervals she told me a story of a bad, brutal, morose husband,
who had not fucked her for months. Half frightened, half hysterical, it
seemed as much pleasure to her to tell me her misery, as it had been to
have me doing her husband's work. We moved off the bed. "Oh! my God,"
said she, "look at the bed." I saw one wet patch as large as a tea-cup,
and another as large as a crown at the spot where her bum had laid on
the counterpaine. "What shall I do?" "Wash it." "But I have no other."
It was a bore no doubt. I left without being able to get permission to
see her again, but only tears, and an expression of her conviction that
she was a wicked woman.
Although she had not asked me not to tell anyone, which women so often
do who commit these little slips, I did not mention it to Henry. For
three or four days afterwards she did not come to the factory. I went to
her cottage. She was out. At length at the dinner-hour I met her face to
face by the factory. She looked ready to drop. An hour afterwards seeing
her burly husband at work, off to her house I went, and gave a single
knock. She opened the door, nearly fell back with surprise, and before
she could recover herself I was indoors. I had an altercation, a
refusal, almost a fight, but I conquered. Again she was fucked on the
bed, and now for the first time I had a look at her charms, her cunt
unwashed.