Chapter 2
Late in August, Mrs. Colton, the wife of the politician, returned to her Long Island home from a summer in Maine. And she came back in a very nervous and irritable condition. While she did not appear to be nervous, one might notice that she was lost in reverie, for her eyes would cloud with a far-away look. The explanation is very simple.
During her stay in Maine, Mrs. Colton had made the acquaintance of a woman who had aroused her sexuality. She had intercourse a number of times with this woman, the first connection she had had with her own sex since her boarding school days. And now, she was so stirred up that she knew for certain that never again would a prick satisfy her. Of course, on her return, she surrendered her cunt to the ministrations of her husband's cock, but she did not respond to him with a fervor that might be expected after a long absence. Yet, he did not seem to mind much, and she concluded that his peter had not been in cold-storage while she was away. But she was not jealous. What she was after was a female companion. And this was a difficult matter, for she did not have the nerve to make overtures. All her intimacies with her own sex, while a girl, and the incident in the North, had been started by the other party. Now, her fancy was centered on her maid, but she could not pluck up the courage to make the girl a proposition. And so, within her, there burned constantly the consuming flame of a forbidden passion.
One afternoon, a few days after her return, she dropped into Fontaine's antique shop to look at a few things she was contemplating buying. She was examining an Indian rug and M. Fontaine was hovering close to her, expanding in modulated tones, on the virtues of the article. A finely-formed woman entered and was waited on by M. Fontaine's store assistant, -a fairy called Raymond. Mrs. Colton quickly forgot the rug as her eyes dwelt upon the splendid waist and seductive buttocks of the newcomer. M. Fontaine's eyes were not idle and he noted the excitement in the face of his customer, and her rapidly increasing respiration.
"The possibility of fresh business for my establishment," he thought, and studied her keenly.
She stroked the rug with her hand, while her eyes and mind were occupied with the other woman. Mentally she stripped the lady of her clothes. Ah! What an ass! What a pleasure it would be to press one's cheek against her hip, to bury one's face between the cheeks, to kiss, to suck, to bite; to mouth the hair encircled cunt, to feel the plump warm legs around one's neck. Such were her thoughts and M. Fontaine read her thoughts like a first reader.
"She has a splendid figure, has she not?" he insinuated in a low voice, so only she could hear.
Mrs. Colton looked at him with sudden surprise and wetted her lips with her tongue. She made as if to answer but could not find any words.
"Yes, a very fine figure," M. Fontaine repeated gently. "Many a man, I'll warrant, has eaten his heart out with vain hopes in that direction. And of course, madame, between sophisticated people, such as we are, it might be added that many a woman, also has burned with desire for her."
Mrs. Colton flushed with shame.
"What do you mean?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Ah, Madame," he murmured softly. Do not excite yourself. I shall explain what I. mean. You know that all people have not the same desires. My assistant over iuv.® is a good example, he enjoys connecti'srjB Only with men."
"What has all this to do with rr#?" sbs demanded.
M. Fontaine smiled ingratiatingly.
"If Madame wishes it, I may be able to make arrangements for her to become intimately acquainted with that lady."
Mrs. Colton was speechless. Was he speaking the truth? Was it possible that she might be able to feast herself on that exquisite body? What a dolt she was!-Why didn't she answer him?
"Yes," she whispered, as she lowered her eyes, and drops of dew appeared at the roots of her hair.
"I am sorry, Madame, but I am not certain about that particular lady. However, I can bring you into contact with other ladies, many of them more beautiful than she. Are you willing?"
Mrs. Colton looked sharply at him. What sort of game was he playing with her? Seeing the doubt in her features, Fontaine spoke decisively:
"If you are willing, Madame, I can, for a small fee, introduce you to a lady who may be ready to do anything with you. You can be with her in a few minutes, yes?"
Mrs. Colton capitulated. She nodded, and in a few words, the antique dealer gave her instructions, and guided her to the front door, twisting his mustache end with a cryptic smile.