Story of a Deceived Husband being Convicted himself of Infidelity
It is related that a man fell in love with a woman of great beauty, and possessing all perfections imaginable. He had made many advances to her, which were repulsed; then he had endeavoured to seduce her by rich presents, which were likewise declined. He lamented, complained, and was prodigal with his money in order to conquer her, but to no purpose, and he grew lean as a spectre. This lasted for some time when he made the acquaintance of an old woman, whom he took into his confidence, complaining bitterly about it. She said to him, “I shall help you, please God.” Forthwith she made her way to the house of the woman, in order to get an interview with her; but on arriving there the neighbors told her that she could not get in, because the house was guarded by a ferocious bitch, which did not allow anyone to come in or depart, and in her malignity always flew at the face of people.
Hearing this, the old woman rejoiced, and said to herself, “I shall succeed, please God.” She then went home, and filled a basket with bits of meat. Thus provided she returned to the woman’s house, and went in.
The bitch, on seeing her, rose to spring at her; but she produced the basket with its contents, and showed it her. As soon as the brute saw the viands, it showed its satisfaction by the movements of its tail and nostrils. The old woman putting down the basket before it, spoke to it as follows, “Eat, O my sister. Your absence has been painful to me; I did not know what had become of you, and I have looked for you a long time. Appease your hunger!”
While the animal was eating, and she stroked its back, the mistress of the house came to see who was there, and was not a little surprised to see the bitch, which would never suffer anybody to come near her, so friendly with a strange person. She said, “O old woman, how is it that you know our dog?” The old woman gave no reply, but continued to caress the animal, and utter lamentations.
Then said the mistress of the house to her, “My heart aches to see you thus. Tell me the cause of your sorrow.”
“This bitch,” said the woman, “was formerly a woman, and my best friend. One fine day she was invited with me to a wedding; she put on her best clothes, and adorned herself with her finest ornaments. We then went together. On our way we were accosted by a man, who at her sight was seized with the most violent love; but she would not listen to him. Then he offered brilliant presents, which she also declined. This man, meeting her some days later, said to her, ‘Surrender yourself to my passion, or else I shall conjure God to change you into a bitch.’ She answered, ‘Conjure as much as you like.’ The man then called the maledictions of heaven upon that woman, and she was changed into a bitch, as you see here.”
At these words the mistress of the house began to cry and lament, saying, “O, my mother! I am afraid that I shall meet the same fate as this bitch.” “Why, what have you done,” said the old woman. The other answered, “There is a man who has loved me since a long time, and I have refused to accede to his desires, nor did I listen to him, though the saliva was dried up in his mouth by his supplications; and in spite of the large expenses he had gone to in order to gain my favour I have always answered him that I should not consent, and now, O my mother, I am afraid he might call to God to curse me.”
“Tell me how to know this man,” said the old woman, “for fear that you might become like this animal.”
“But how will you be able to find him, and whom could I send to him?” The old woman answered,
“Me, daughter of mine! I shall render you this service, and find him.” “Make haste, O my mother, and see him before he conjures God against me.” “I shall find him still this day,” answered the old woman, and, please God, you shall meet him tomorrow.”
With this, the old woman took her leave, went on the same day to the man who had made her his confidant, and told him of the meeting arranged for the next day.
So the next day the mistress of the house went to the old woman, for they had agreed that the rendezvous should take place there. When she arrived at the house she waited for some time, but the lover did not come. No doubt he had been prevented from making his appearance by some matter of importance.
The old woman reflecting upon this mischance, thought to herself, “There is no might nor power but in God, the Great.” But she could not imagine what might have kept him away. Looking at the woman, she saw that she was agitated, and it was apparent that she wanted coition hotly. She got more and more restless, and presently asked, “Why does he not come?” The old woman made answer, “O my daughter, some serious affair must have interfered, probably necessitating a journey. But I shall help you under these circumstances.” She then put on her melahfa,165 and went to look for the young man. But it was to no purpose, as she could not get to hear anything about him.
Still continuing her search, the old woman was thinking, “This woman is at this moment eagerly coveting a man. Why not try today another young man, who might calm her ardour? To-morrow I shall find the right one.”
As she was thus walking and thinking she met a young man of very pleasing exterior. She saw at once, that he was a fit lover, and likely to help her out of her perplexity, and she spoke to him, “O my son, if I were to set you in connection with a lady, beautiful, graceful and perfect, would you make love to her?” “If your words are truth, I would give to you this golden dinar!” said he. The old woman, quite enchanted, took the money, and conducted him to the house.
Now, it so happened that this young man was the husband of the lady, which the old woman did not know till she had brought him, and the way she found it out was this: She went first into the house and said to the lady, “I have not been able to find the slightest trace of your lover; but failing him, I have brought you somebody to quench your fire for today. We will save the other for tomorrow. God has inspired to do so.”
The lady then went to the window to take a look at him whom the old woman wanted to bring to her, and, getting sight of him, she recognised her husband, just on the point of entering the house.166 She did not hesitate, but hastily donning her melahfa, she went straight to meet him, and striking him in the face, she exclaimed, “O! enemy of God and of yourself, what are you doing here? You surely came with the intention to commit adultery. I have been suspecting you for a long time, and waited here every day, while I was sending out the old woman to enveigle you to come in. This day I have found you out, and denial is of no use. And you always told me that you were not a rake! I shall demand a divorce this very very day, now I know your conduct!” The husband, believing that his wife spoke the truth, remained silent and abashed. Learn from this the deceitfulness of woman, and what she is capable of.
Story of the Lover against his will
A story is told of a certain woman who was desperately in love with one of her neighbours, whose virtue and piety were well known. She declared to him her passion; but, finding all her advances constantly repulsed, in spite of all her wiles, she resolved to have her satisfaction nevertheless, and this is the way she went to work her purpose:
One evening she apprised her negress that she intended to set a snare for that man, and the negress, by her order, left the street door open; then in the middle of the night, she called the negress and gave her the following instructions: “Go and knock with this stone at our street door as hard as you can, without taking any notice of the cries which I shall utter, or the noise I make; as soon as you hear the neighbor opening his door, come back and knock the same way at the inner door.167 Take care that he does not see you, and come in at once if you observe somebody coming.”
The negress executed this order punctually. Now, the neighbour was by nature a compassionate man, always disposed to assist people in distress, and his help was never asked in vain. On hearing the noise of the blows struck at the door and the cries of his neighbour, he asked his wife what this might mean, and she replied, “It is our neighbour so and so, who is attacked in her house by thieves.” He went in great haste to her aid; but scarcely had he entered the house when the negress closed the door upon him. The woman seized him, and uttered loud screams. He protested, but the mistress of the house put, without any more ado, this condition before him. “If you do not consent to do with me so and so, I shall tell that you have come in here to violate me, and hence all this noise.” “The will of God be done!” said the man, “nobody can go against Him, nor escape from His might.” He then tried sundry subterfuges in order to escape, but in vain, for the mistress of the house recommended to scream and make a row, which brought a good many people to the spot. He saw that his reputation would be compromised if he continued his resistance, and surrendered, saying, “Save me, and I am ready to satisfy you!” “Go into this chamber and close the door behind you,” said the lady of the house, “if you want to leave this house with honour, and do not attempt to escape unless you wish those people to know that you are the author of all this commotion.” When he saw how determined she was to have her way, he did as she had told him. She, on her part, went out to the neighbors that had come to help her, and giving them some kind of explanation, dismissed them. They went away condoling with her.
Left alone, she shut the doors and returned to her unwilling lover. She kept him in sequestration for a whole week, and only set him free after she had completely drained him.
Learn from this the deceitfulness of women, and what they are capable of.
Story of a man who was made a Cuckold by his Ass
The story goes that a man, a street porter who was married, had an ass which he employed in his business. His wife was very fat and corpulent, and had a very plump, deep, and excessively large vulva. Her husband, on the contrary, was furnished with a verge which was both little and soft. She simply held him in contempt, in the first place on account of his weak member, and then because he but rarely fulfilled his conjugal duty. He was, in fact not vigorous enough for that work; whilst she, burning for the coitus, would never have had enough of it, not even if she could have revelled in it day and night; in fact, no man could have satisfied her, and she would have coped with the whole race of males. If she had contrived to lay her hand upon a man of metal she would not have allowed him to draw his member out of her vulva, no, not for a moment.
This woman brought every night the ass its fodder. As she often kept her husband waiting, he would say when she returned: “What made you stay so long?” And she answered: “I have sat myself down by the side of the ass, and saw it take its meal; it appeared to be so tired that I was sorry for it.” This went on for some time, and the husband had no suspicion of anything being wrong. Moreover, he returned home every evening tired with his day’s work, and went to lie down directly, leaving it to his wife to look after the ass. She, however, had become very intimate with the animal in the following manner (how abominable God had made her!). When the time came for feeding him she took off his pack-saddle and placed it on her own back, buckling the girths round her body. Then she took a little of his dung and of his urine, mixed them together, and rubbed the entrance of her vulva with it. This done, she placed herself on her hands and feet within range of the ass, and took position, her vulva facing him. He would approach, smell at her vulva, and thinking to have a beast of burden before him, spring upon her. As soon as he was thus placed, she seized his member with one of her hands and introduced its head into her vulva. The vulva got more and more enlarged, so that the member, penetrating little by little, finished with being lodged in its full length, and brought on the crisis of the pleasure.
So the woman took her pleasure with the ass for a long time. But one night when her husband had been asleep for some time he awoke suddenly, and felt a desire to caress his wife. Not finding her by his side, he rose very softly and went to the stable. What was his astonishment when he saw her under the ass, the latter working up and down her croup. “What does this mean, O you so-and-so?” he cried. But she quickly disengaged herself from under the ass, and said, “May God curse you for not pitying your ass!” But, come, what does all this mean?” the husband repeated. “That,” said the woman, “when I came and brought his fodder he refused to eat; I saw by that how tired he was. I passed my hand over his back and his back nearly gave way under him. I then thought his pack-saddle was too heavy and in order to make sure of it, I tried it on my back and found it very heavy. Now I know the reason of his excessive fatigue. Believe me, if you want to preserve your ass, do not work him so hard.”
Learn from this the deceitfulness of women, and what they are capable of.
A Larceny of Love
The following story is told of two women who inhabited the same house. The husband of one of them had a member long, thick and hard; while the husband of the other had, on the contrary, that organ little, insignificant and soft. The first one rose always pleasant and smiling; the other one got up in the morning in tears and vexation.
One day the two women were together, and spoke of their husbands.
The first one said, “I live in the greatest happiness. My bed is a couch of bliss. When my husband and I are together in it it is the witness of our supreme pleasure; of our kisses and embraces, of our joys and amorous sighs. When my husband’s member is in my vulva it stops it up completely; it stretches itself out until it touches the bottom of my vagina, and it does not take its leave until it has visited every corner — threshold, vestibule, ceiling and centre. When the crisis arrived it takes its position in the very centre of the vagina, which it floods with tears. It is in this way we quench our fire and appease our passion.”
The second answered, “I live in the greatest grief; our bed is a bed of misery, and our coition is a union of fatigue and trouble, of hate and malediction. When my husband’s member enters my vulva there is a space left open, and it is so short it cannot touch the bottom. When it is in erection it is twisted all ways, and cannot procure any pleasure. Feeble and meagre, it can scarcely ejaculate a drop, and its service gives no pleasure to any woman.”
Such was the almost daily conversation which the two women had together.
It happened, however, that the woman who had so much cause for complaint thought in her heart how delightful it would be to commit adultery with the other one’s husband. She thought to herself, “It must be brought about, if it be only for once.” Then she watched her opportunity until her husband had to be absent for a night from home.
In the evening she made preparation to get her project carried out, and perfumed herself with sweet scents and essences. When the night was advanced to about a third of its duration, she entered noiselessly the chamber in which the other woman and her husband were sleeping, and groped her way to their couch. Finding that there was a free space between them, she slipped in. There was scant room, but each of the spouses thought it was the pressure of the other, and gave way a little; and so she contrived to glide between them. She then quietly waited until the other woman was in a profound sleep, and then, approaching the husband, she brought her flesh in contact with his. He awoke, and smelling the perfumed odours which she exhaled, he was in erection at once. He drew her towards him, but she said in a low voice, “Let me go to sleep!” He answered, “Be quiet, and let me do! The children will not hear any thing!” She then pressed close up to him, so as to get him farther away from his wife, and said, “Do as you like, but do not waken the children, who are close by.” She took these precautions for fear that his wife should wake up.
The man, however, roused by the odour of the perfumes, drew her ardently towards himself. She was plump and mellow, and her vulva projecting. He mounted upon her and said, “Take it (the member) in your hand, as usual!” Se took it, and was astonished at its size and magnificence, then introduced it into her vulva.
The man, however, observed that his member had been taken in entirely, which he had never been able to do with his wife. The woman, on her part, found that she had never received such a benefit from her husband.
The man quite surprised. He worked his will upon her a second and third time, but his astonishment only increased. At last he got off her, and stretched himself along side her.
As soon as the woman found that he was asleep, she slipped out, left the chamber, and returned to her own. In the morning, the husband, on rising, said to his wife, “Your embraces have never seemed so sweet to me as last night, and I never breathed such sweet perfumes as those you exhaled.” “What embraces and what perfumes are you speaking of? asked the wife. “I have not a particle of perfume in the house.” She called him storyteller, and assured him that he must have been dreaming. He then began to consider whether he might not have deceived himself, and agreed with his wife that he must actually have dreamed it all.
Appreciate, after this, the deceitfulness of women, and what they are capable of.
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