Maria Rushworth was not attracted to her husband. Not even a little bit. She gave herself to him willingly, because he had his rights and she was his wife. But she had what one would call 'a roving eye' and now that the Rushworths had come to London, she was able to indulge in her favourite pastime of admiring handsome males. If one of those fine specimens chose to flirt a little, she would be the last to complain.
She spent her days visiting or accepting visits and her evenings attending events. At the dances and balls, she spent hours admiring broad shoulders, muscled thighs and well-filled breeches. She often had a need to fan herself whilst indulging in her more ribald fantasies, and she brought home enough memories to please herself after her husband had returned to his own rooms.
At last, she was reintroduced to Mr. and Miss Crawford. The latter interested her not at all, but the former set her passions aflame! What a handsome man he was! And by the looks of it, he still admired her! Her vanity, which had taken a severe hit when she was told herdearMr. Crawford had proposed marriage to silly Fanny Price, was appeased when she recognised the same lust in his eyes, that she felt thrumming through her entire body. They danced, and it felt so right. So much better than dancing with Mr. Rushworth had ever felt. This is where she belonged, right here in Mr. Crawford's arms. Breathlessly, she whispered: "Come see me tomorrow."
The next morning, having farewelled her husband and begged off accompanying her friends, she dressed as provocatively as she dared. When he came to her, she hesitated not at all. She had desired him above any other, and now that he was here, and hers for the taking, she ignored everything that had mattered before. If she felt a savage kind of satisfaction at vanquishing any remnants of his esteem for stupid little Fanny Price, none but her would ever know. Mr. Crawford looked at her and gave her that seductive little half-smile she knew so well.
"Henry," she sighed as he took her in his arms. She looked at him and then kissed him. Their kiss was devilishly delicious, she felt his hands roam as his tongue entered her mouth. He pressed her to him and she felt his desire for her. As he pressed his hips forward, he ended their kiss to whisper all manner of lewd suggestions in her ear. She felt herself growing hot and wet for him.
His kissing mouth on hers, while he was moaning those things! She was aflame.
She could not but give in to desire and they coupled for the first time right there on the settee.