[Wordsworth Classic Erotica 00] • A Weekend Visit

One morning, when I came down to breakfast, I found the following letter on my plate—

The Nunnery, Wednesday

Dear Jack—What are you doing with yourself? Have come here for a few days, but find the place most terribly dull, only mother and Alice being here. Can't you come down for a long weekend and amuse three lonely females? I am writing at mother's suggestion. Do come.

Yours ever

MAUD

'I've been wanting you badly, my lover!—Oh, so badly—and I told mother that either you must come to me or I must go to you! She didn't like your having me under her own roof. I didn't want to go up to town. A sudden idea struck me. As you know, Jack, mother is still a young woman—I get my hot temperament from her, and I know how she hates her lonely bed! And she loves you, Jack! So I slipped my arm round her, and whispered coaxingly: “Look here, mummy, let us get Jack down and . . . share him!” She blushed like a schoolgirl. “Mummy,” I again whispered— “you know you want. . . something . . . very badly, just as badly as I do!”—she quivered responsively—“Won't you let me get it for you?”— again she blushed deeply— “Come, mummy darling, share Jack with me!” And I kissed her and kept whispering to her, till she murmured, “Very well, my darling—it's sweet of you! If Jack is willing it shall be as you wish!” There, sir, what do you say?'