Detective William Murdoch swayed slightly as he enveloped his wife in an embrace as she looked upon the beautifully ornate Chinese tapestry in a private area of Professor Aldous Lawrence's personal opium den. The doors to the main room were closed and he listened slightly to lanolin playing over the recording on the phonograph in the corner of the room.
"Did you know Julia that in Ancient China, only Emperors were allowed to depict five clawed dragons? Anyone found in possession of such things was put to death."
The doctor's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils constricted from the effects of the drug. Placing her hand on her husband's face, the two rocked slightly. No sooner had she begun to talk, William began to kiss her neck.
"Then I suppose Byron was trying to evoke the wrath of…of the ancients." The catch in her speech only made William more bold and insistent. All inhibitions to the wind, the detective continued to kiss his wife's neck, his right hand slowly making its way up her body.
"How so?" He asked, cupping her breast through her corset. At his constant touch, she inhaled audibly, enjoying every minute with more sensation than she'd ever had before.
"His pipe, the green one, has a dragon with five claws on it. Remarkably, it's just like this one." Not quite computing her meaning, the detective turned his wife to him and kissed her hungrily. She responded in kind, placing her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against his. Growling slightly into her open mouth, the detective cupped her perfectly proportioned backside in his large hands as she let out a girlish lilt into the air. "William!"
"Julia, I must have you." He said, sotto voce.
Stumbling a bit out of his embrace and laughing, the doctor's eyes widened further. "What?! Now?! In here?! We're in someone's house, William!" He could tell she was excited.
Comically tip toeing over to the double doors of the den, the detective locked the door laughing a bit too loud for himself. Julia began to shush him, her speech slurring as she too began to have a fit of laughter. "Julia, bend over!"
"What?!"
Doing his best to concentrate, the detective began to pull at his pants, losing his balance every now and then as his wife looked on in mock horror. "Julia, it'll be fun! Your knickers, get 'em off! We must hurry!"
Placing her hands on her hips in consternation, the doctor stood before her fumbling husband. "William Henry Murdoch, I am not a horse or a cow to be mounted!"
"Come on, Julia…let's just try it!" Laughed the detective as he walked over to his wife, lifting her skirt for her. "I think we'll like it!"
Not knowing whether to be offended, repulsed or excited, the doctor had to admit to herself that she was curious about this particular sexual position. She'd never done it before, but had certainly observed others and even read about it in medical textbooks. It was an intriguing prospect, some women of the night she'd treated in the past found it a lot more pleasurable than the normal position most couples used in congress. Wouldn't it be humiliating, though? She didn't see how it could. It was her husband after all and she was far from being a lady of the night.
Without realizing her husband had creeped behind her during her reverie, playfully tapping her backside. "Julia…"
Shocked at his brazenness but determined to see the 'experiment' through, the doctor got up enough courage within herself to take her knickers off herself. Trying to shake her mind clearer, Julia felt her extremities tingle more intensely now, it was now or never. Her clouded clerical mind looked about the room for the best chair and eyed an ottoman that seemed to be the perfect size and height for the both of them. Grabbing her husband's hand, she pulled him along as she crawled onto the ottoman as if she were a four legged animal. She couldn't help but laugh at herself and her feelings of ridiculousness. "Hurry, William!"
"Are you sure, Julia? I don't want to do something you're not comfortable with." His head was beginning to clear a bit and he realized what he was asking of his upper class wife.
She turned her head towards him, her curls bouncing as she spoke. "Yes, I'm sure! Hurry before the professor comes to check on us!" The detective's face lit with pleasure as he prepared himself, his trousers and undergarment falling to the floor in a pool around his ankles. "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you?"
Slamming her hand on the ottoman in frustration and to be honest now, need Julia Ogden lifted her skirts over her waist in anticipation. William had never seen her body this way before and he thought he knew every inch of her. For a moment, the detective stared at his wife in awe of her backside and the flesh he saw in between her legs that awaited him. He was overcome with desire as he gently encountered her, their skin touching with electricity. Moaning at their mutual touch, Julia wiggled herself backwards towards him, feeling his manhood against her body. "Make love to me, William."
Guiding himself into her, he found his way to the warmth and wetness there with the help of Julia's verbal indicators. Once he entered her properly and fully, the two moaned as they could feel the other's body acutely. "Are you alright, Julia?" the detective breathed as he continued to move about behind his wife. Julia's toes absentmindedly began to curl at the pleasure she was experiencing. "Yes, William. Faster." Her husband did so, his desire for her increasing as he took in the sight of her body, her back and her sharp intakes of breath. "Oh my God…" he said as he increased his pace, the sound of skin on skin slapping against one another filling the room.
"William…" she breathed as she could feel herself about to go over the edge. She was getting to orgasm a lot quicker than she normally would have, which was very intriguing to her. Suddenly, her body took over as her husband continued to make love to her, now a bit harder than before. "William, I'm…I'm…" The doctor could say no more as she orgasmed, her body now shooting fireworks to the tips of her toes and fingers. The detective heard something very different from his wife this time, which only brought him to a fever pitch himself. He wanted her to make that sound again. While Julia could be quite vocal in their lovemaking, this was different. It rendered her speechless. Instead of slowing down to give her a chance to recover, he started up again, grabbing her hips and using it as leverage against him. Another sharp intake of breath and an almost pant overcame his wife as she once again orgasmed, her body contracting around him. It was almost too much to bear for him.
"Yes, William. Yes!" she breathed as she orgasmed yet again. Finally, he could no longer hold his own orgasm at bay and he increased his thrusting in order to join her. His extremities began to tingle, electricity filling his veins as he gave himself to her. Backing up from her, spent, the detective grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his brow, his breath still coming quickly. For her part, Julia laid herself down upon the ottoman, being careful not to get any bodily fluids onto the surface.
Feeling the blood return to his brain, William quickly buttoned his trousers and replaced his belt, walking over to his wife to help her put her knickers on. Using a dry part of his handkerchief, he wiped his wife's brow and helped her fix her hair.
"Unbelievable," said the detective, adjusting his wife's vest and blouse for her. "Indeed," responded his wife, who adjusted his collar. "William, where'd did you learn that?"
Eyes becoming saucers, the detective was about to answer before there was a knock on the door. "Detective? Doctor? Is everything alright?"
It was the professor. Quickly, the two tried to bring the room to rights before William opened the door as nonchalantly as possible. Sitting on the ottoman with her legs crossed, Julia acted as if she was studying the décor of room intently before noticing that the door had been opened. "Professor! We were just speaking about this tapestry, the craftsmanship is unparalleled." Eyeing the two and smiling, the learned man walked over to the work, his hands behind his back as he eyed the detective's shirt being askew in the back. "Yes, doctor it is one of my very favorites. How are you both feeling? Did the Brown Fairy visit you?"
The husband and wife eyed each other as if to say, say something clever. "Yes, she was a very giving visitor." Julia elbowed him in his ribs. "Indeed, she can be an unexpected mistress, detective. Cunning, powerful and all encompassing. Your greatest desires are put before you and they are yours for the taking."
As the professor walked out of the room, he turned slightly to the couple who were silently arguing, "Your secret is safe with me and the Brown Fairy, Mr. and Mrs. Murdoch. You are not the first and you are not the last."
The two stood in shock, their faces frozen in horror.