Literotic asexstories – History Lesson with Cousin’s Wife by oggyoggy,oggyoggy Standard disclaimer. all fiction, any resemblance to anything, anyone, or any place is pure coincidence. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 or older.
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I recently experienced one of those OMG Penthouse story moments (ya I know, that phrase dates me) during an unexpected extended visit with a relative.
My 1st cousin Kevin (Kev) and his wife Bethany (Beth) live in upstate New York in a small and very exclusive gated community right on Lake Ontario. Each plot is a full 30 wooded secluded acres with 5 acres having private access to the beach.
They are the very definition of a power couple. Wildly successful yet friendly, family oriented, and people of faith. We’re not talking born-again Christian but rather people who have deeply seated beliefs yet don’t prescribe to one single faith. As they put it, they are religious free-agents yet at the same time being very liberal in their politics and “other things.”
Kev (56) is a very successful business advisor. He found a niche in working with businesses to increase their productivity. I don’t claim to understand it, I just know he’s making buckets of money and advises some of the largest corporations in the world.
Likewise Beth (45) is a successful patent attorney and corporate lawyer who has been able to separate herself from the firm and work remotely. She has a mind like a steel trap. Quick to analyze, weigh options, and make decisions. A type “A” with a confident domineering yet pleasant personality. Task oriented to an extreme sometimes to the point all else fades away. Clients rarely even know she’s not at the firm main offices on Long Island when they meet with her. Consultations are all done via video conferencing. With all that said, Beth could also be surprisingly nieve.
Their adult children don’t factor into this but they have 2 girls. Both are now married, one lives in LA and the other London. Sadly the eldest looks like her dad but the youngest is the spitting image of her knockout mother.
I’m Reginald or Reg, 62 now and my wife Brieanne or Anne, is 68. We’re both very active and health conscious, so fit and healthy. For quite some time we’ve lived a sort of open marriage. While this doesn’t mean free to do anything we want to, it meant the occasional dalliance is tolerated. We were also successful in life. Nothing anywhere near as successful as Kev and Beth but after selling a successful business we were able to retire in our mid 50s.
Kev and Beth knew of our occasional “dalliances” because we’d had a single booze filled conversation about it where, after their shock they especially Beth, were very curious as to how our relationship remained so solid after 40 years of marriage. We explained that most importantly was who we “played with” and keeping emotions in check was necessary as was exceptional self control. With that all said, I’d only exercised this once and Anne twice in 40 years. It was a rare event the most recent for both of us had been over 10 years ago.
So…
Not long ago while we were visiting, Kev and I had taken their jet skis out on the lake. Everything was great until, at a very high speed racing Kev, I managed to find a partially submerged log. Needless to say the result wasn’t good. I smashed into it and the sudden stop both launched me over the front of the jet ski and sank the jet ski. Here’s where I was both lucky and unlucky. Lucky in that my head went over the raised hand controls sparing me smashed teeth and a concussion, unlucky in that my left wrist was broken and both left and right thumbs thumb dislocated with torn ligaments and deep bruising on the front of my thighs.
The broken wrist was tolerable but if you’ve never had a dislocated thumb imagine searing pain every time they move even a little bit.
Treatment is generally a splint/brace with anti-inflammatory drugs and pain killers. This meant severely restricted movement. Try doing anything and not use your thumbs. Seems nearly everything we do includes a thumb in some way. My thumbs were mostly unusable but, thanks to drugs, relatively pain free unless I moved them or hit them on something. Unfortunately, I banged them on things constantly so my days was filled with ouchies and boo boos.
That evening we got back from the hospital we sat in the huge hot tub drinking wine with all three of them having great fun teasing and making fun of my situation.
Leave it to Kev to be inappropriate and say, “this is going to slow down that one handed alone time.”
Beth blurted out a loud, “Kevin!”
Luckily, before I could reply, Anne jumped to my defense raising her hand wiggling her fingers and saying, “oh hardly, he’s got this if he needs it but he hasn’t needed to resort to a hand in 40 years…” then kissed me saying, “Have you honey?”
I beamed at Kev, “Nope, Mr. Happy gets all the attention he needs.”
Over the next few days I learned to get dressed, undressed, at least when it came to sweats, gym shorts, slip-ons, and t-shirts are concerned. I had difficulty with tasks which took a firm grip or some manipulation.
I relied on Anne for quite a lot and Anne had had great fun with my limited use of my hands. Visiting the toilet was ok because the bathroom had a really fancy bidet which not only washed your butt but also dried it after. Quite refreshing in an odd way. Bathing wasn’t much of a problem, I just held my hands up above the shower and Anne washed me down. Other than my hands throbbing after the fact, it was ok. My wrist was broken but didn’t hurt at all. But, more than once she lathered me up and teased me. Once she delighted me with a shower blowjob and on other occasions she dried me off, put me on my back on the bed and had her way with me, in our way. Yes, even at our ages we are quite sexually active… it was awful.
The doctor had put me on oxycodone as a pain killer. It was quite effective but I was very aware of it’s dependency issues and chose to limit myself to 1 per day at noon. By 1pm there wasn’t any pain at all and I got along quite normally, except for the cast on my left wrist and hand and a plastic splint on my right hand.
A week after the accident our time with them was supposed to come to an end. My wrist was in a removeable cast now and usually felt ok but my hands were supposed to remain in splints for 4 weeks. Kev insisted I stay there and keep healing. We initially said no because of some obligations we had back home but they had very good arguments and was convincing.
We decided Anna could take care of those things requiring our presence and would return in 3 weeks.
Kev generally helped with the more personal things if I needed it. I thought I was doing quite well. Things began to take a turn the fifth day after Anne left.
He seemed distracted for a few hours and when we were sitting at the table eating supper Kev piped up and said, “I have to fly to Dubai on Friday. A client wants a face to face which can’t be avoided.”
“Ohhhh,” I said pursing my lips and letting the sound fade away.
Beth noticed my raised eyebrows of concern and casually said as she took bites, “I’ll take over, all will be well. It’ll be no problem at all.”
“But… ” I started to say.
Beth looked at me over a fork full of filet, “No problem and no arguing. Ok?”
I knew better than to challenge Beth but I could tease. Just as casually I said. “Ok, ok, if you’re up to it so I am. But be warned, after my massage I expect a happy ending.”
Kev nearly spit.
Beth quickly and boldly replied, “I’ve taken care of a few people, relatives and such, they’ve all had happy endings.”
I burst out laughing and Kev really did spit. Beth looked blankly at us.
Kev patted Beth on the arm and said, “I’ll explain later dear.”
Boy did I catch it in the morning.
We were up early because Kev’s flight was that afternoon. We were sitting having our coffee and tea chatting about nothing in particular. Beth was a few feet away in the kitchen just around the corner when completely out of the blue I hear from her, “Reg, about that happy ending…”
Kev’s head jerked up his eyes wide. I looked at him wearing my best quizzical look.
“is that hand job happy ending or blow job happy ending?”
Kev’s mouth was agape as he sank his face into his hands and sat silently shaking his head.
I was shocked but managed a pathetic, “I’m sorry?”
She came around the corner with her latte something or other. Sitting down she just sipped and looked at me. Finally after a suitable period of awkwardness and just as I took a sip of my tea I quickly and quietly said, “blowjob,” she burst out laughing. Kev and I joined in the mirth.
Poking Kev’s arm she said, “Darling Kev explained last night,” then looked at me over the edge of her coffee cup saying, “thanks for expanding my knowledge base Reg. I never realized there were various kinds of happy endings.”
The question had been so blunt and unlike her, so out of character, I really didn’t know how to respond, so I didn’t.
Then things were back to normal and she began quizzing Kev if he had everything for the trip.
He passed the quiz.
I sat in back as she drove us to we to the compound helipad where a helicopter was waiting to fly him to New York for his flight. He would be back in 2 days.
I watched thinking, “God it must be nice.” I mean we were well off but not Beth and Kev well off.
We got back and Beth disappeared into her office for a conference video call. I went and changed clothes into just my bathing suit and went onto the back patio to soak up the unseasonably warm weather and read my latest book. The Gallic Wars by Julius Caesar. I’m a bit of a Roman history nerd.
Every so often I could hear Beth rage about something. Well, about 5 hours later, around 6pm, Beth came out.
It was obvious she was royally pissed about something.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Fucking morons, an aide to one of our partners missed a filing deadline.” she shook her head, “Jesus, imbecile.”
I tried to commiserate, “That’s bad huh?”
She looked up to the sky and shook her head again, “Ya, potentially a millions of dollars mistake. A head may roll if Jack can’t get an extension.”
She sucked in a long breath and then exhaled, her demeanor change immediately, she had that ability to compartmentalize herself. She saw the book, “Whatcha reading?” she asked.
I showed her and was surprised she had a casual interest in Roman history after watching the HBO series Rome. Seems she loved the series and after talking about Rome for an hour or so and suggesting a few BBC programs on Rome she suggested we watch Rome again. It’s quite dramatized, for obvious reasons, but at the core is a good spread of Roman culture and politics.
We talked until the door bell rang.
She’d ordered supper to be delivered. We sat yacking and enjoying a really delicious lobster salad. It didn’t escape me that the meal had been chosen because all I had to do was stab things. Wine glasses as well because all I had to do is cradle the glass in my fingers.
I now digress to describe Beth.
Beth is a unicorn. Simply put. I’ve used just that term with her several times. She is of 100% Chinese descent born and raised in San Francisco. That Asian blood made her look twenty years younger than she was. If you didn’t know better you’d put her at in her late 20’s vice 45. She is a unicorn in that her hair is not the usual black for Chinese but is a light brunette and furthermore she is well tanned. Most Asian women prefer the pale look because being pale means you’re not working in the sun. Beth is the opposite, well tanned due to the amount of time she spends around the pool. She’s tall, standing about 5 ft 8 inches, has shoulder length hair which she has done with just enough curl to give it some style, her face is oval with thick but neatly manicured eyebrows, extremely rare amber colored eyes, a long nose wider at the nostrils, a thin upper lip but a nicely plump lower lip, perfectly straight teeth. Her overall physique is very well balanced looking like 33-28-34. Torso and legs are neither too long nor too short. Legs always freshly shaved and look silky smooth. She has smallish breasts on the large side of a A cup and given the fact she never wears a bra under her pajamas. Her belly is smooth and flat, very low on her belly is a caesarean scar from her two deliveries. I saw it once when she didn’t know I was watching as she adjusted her bikini bottom. Over all Beth is full figured with only a bit of excess weight, just enough to fill her out. Furthermore, I’ve never thought of myself as a foot person but Beth’s feet are freaking perfect. They are perfect for her size, slender well cared for and not even a hit of a bunion or other bulge. Toe nails are always manicured and either red or pink. A lady actually comes to the house to do her mani/pedi. She’s a women who is very easy on the eyes as they say.
As for clothing, Beth doesn’t dress down but does dress casually. Even at home she is stylish. Her favorite at home outfit, of which she has many colors, is a mid thigh length skort, polo shirt, and sandals. I’ve spent many stolen glances admiring her smoothly shaved legs in those. She never wears nylons and very little makeup.
Needless to say I’d do Beth in a heart beat… and Anne knew it.
Time for me I guess. I’m 13 years her senior, as you already know and stand 5 ft 11 inches, 195 lbs, fit due to loads of exercise riding bikes and using a rowing machine for several hours a day. Before my accident of course. Guys usually focus their description on their cock… so I will to. I wasn’t blessed with a horse cock or anything quite so impressive. When erect it’s just a tad over 6 inches long from the base to the tip and, I’m told… quite thick. Larger than some, much smaller than many others. In fact when Anne and I started to have sex it took several nights before she was able to comfortably take it. That isn’t bragging, it’s just the way it is. Anne is naturally quite small down there. Yes the vagina is capable of expanding during delivery, still Anne’s is quite tight. For many years sex was great and we remain very active to this day. However our love making has evolved, recently, meaning the past 2 years, it’s been a bit much for her due to some health issues so we’ve not been having traditional sex but rather oral sex with me cuming between her legs but not inside her. I’ve become quite fond of the legendary 69 position. No penetration is a bit disappointing but I’m ok with it. After 40 years we sync perfectly.
Anyway…
It was only 9 pm but I suggested going to bed early because I had a doctor’s appointment to check on my healing progress in the morning. I had offered to take an Uber but she shot that down and insisted she take me saying it might help her think. Unfortunately for me I brought up the Uber again after hearing of her work problem and that ignited her fury.
She got a really annoyed look on her face saying, “No God damn it, I’ll take you” and turned to walk rapidly to the master bedroom side of the house. She’d gotten to the door when she suddenly stopped and turned to me.
“Your appointment is at 11?”
“Yes” I replied.
“Shit…”, She headed back toward me talking mostly to herself, “Ok, up early, review the brief, then a 40 minute drive, hour and a half there and back, I’ll make the afternoon call” then stopped by me, “well get moving, there won’t be time for a shower tomorrow, let’s get this done.”
I shrugged, “Not really, I showered 2 nights ago and haven’t done anything but sun bath all day.”
She gestured toward the bedroom as if to a small dog or child, “Bullshit, get moving” and herded me in that direction. Once in the bedroom she said, “Get ready” and then detoured into the huge bathroom asking, “So how we doing this?”
As I struggled to get my clothes off I replied, “Shower, holding my hands up.”
“Alright then” she said as she turned on the shower. Much to my surprise she turned and came back into the bedroom where I had just pulled off my t-shirt and slipped off the moccasins I’d been wearing as alternative to shoelaces.
She pointed at my pants, “Can you get those off yourself?”
I’d already begun to undo the belt buckle but fumbled a bit.
She stepped to me and unbuckled the belt but she didn’t stop there. She also undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Under her breath I heard her say, “Shower…”
I breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped messing around near my cock and turned away saying, “Be right back…”
Taking my pants and shorts off was easy at this point but I was beginning to have an argument with my cock. He some how had gotten the impression sex was in the wind and had started to show his interest by swelling up a bit. I expected to wear my bathing suit and just as I started to slip it on Beth walked in.
The suit was just high enough to cover my bits and I modestly turned away.
But she’d put on her bikini, one I’d seen many times before.
“Oh shit” I thought to myself. She looked damned good.
She headed into the bathroom and faced away from the shower adding, “get in here… come on, chop chop.”
I hurried in and put my hands up on the wall away from the water, facing away from her, steeling myself for what I knew lay ahead.
In a few moments she was behind me and she started with my hair. The shower had a rainfall type head with additional sprayers in the walls. She’d only turned on the rainfall head. “The last time I washed someone like this was when the girls were still around,” she said casually. Indeed I told her I felt like a little kid again when mom washed me from head to foot and everything in between.
Yup, Beth quickly and efficiently washed me head to foot, my God her hands felt magnificent sliding the soap around. I closed my eyes fighting the sensations when her breasts pressed into my back as she reached around to lather up my chest. There simply wasn’t avoiding a hard on at this point.
Right then Beth tried to slip her hand under the suit band, no good. Then she tried up through a leg, again nope.
In exasperation she said. “Oh for Christ sake” and I felt her suddenly grasp the suit by the legs and jerk it down. I looked down to see it crumple at my feet.
I didn’t say anything but she did… “it was in the way…” paused lathering up her hands and added, “ok, here we go.”
Then, kind of suddenly and without a word the wash cloth slipped around my waist and between my legs lathering up my balls before her left hand went around the base of my cock and the right with the wash cloth wrapped around my cock and slid up and down it a few times. It happened so quickly I gasped, “Damn Beth, a little warning next time.” Then she took the washcloth in her left hand but her right stayed around my now semi alert cock. I looked down and watched her hand, much more slowly than necessary, slide up to my cock head where her finger tips slipped over it, she lingered grasping my now mostly hard cock. A clearly unnecessary act.
“Jesus Reg, no wonder Anne’s stuck around all these years.”
“Ha, ha, ha” I replied.
She then did something which greatly surprised me. My eyes went wide when her fingers swaddled in wash cloth went up into the crack of my ass. She was leaving nothing unwashed.
“Ok, rinse off there big guy.”
I did as directed.
The shower stopped. “Ok, back out and I’ll dry you off” she cooed. I glanced over my shoulder at her. She had this huge smile on her face.
“In need of a distraction from work are you?” I asked as I stepped out of my suit and backed up.
“I’ll take what distraction there is,” she dead panned and started drying me off, head to foot. I held up my arms and closed my eyes as she dried me off, again my balls, cock, and ass were the last to get attention. It was a quick to the task dry with nothing more.
“Can you get your sleep wear on?” She asked. She always called pajamas sleep wear.
“Ya, they slip on pretty easily.”
She’d already left the bathroom because I heard from the bedroom, “Ok, see you bright and early” and the door closed.
I slipped into the shorts and then into bed. Just as my head hit the pillow I got a call from Anne. We hadn’t talked for a few days and there was some catching up to do. All was well back home, then she asked how I was getting along. I said, “Well enough, no problems so far” and then decided to avoid any later questions, “Beth did give me a shower tonight.” and I went on to describe it.
There was a pause and Anne sounded amused, “It seems you impressed Beth.”
“What?” I replied.
“I just got a text from her.”
I was a bit embarrassed, it was about how I couldn’t keep my cock under control. I said, “Oh God, don’t tell me about it, I don’t want to know… really.”
Anne giggled, “Ok, but it isn’t a bad Yelp review.”
“Oh for God sake, hush” I said and we went on to talk about anything but… that.
The next morning I was up at 6 am and Beth was already in her office on a call. I could hear she was raging at someone at first but then things seemed to calm down. Around 7:45 am she came out. I surprised her with a coffee and bagel. It was about all I could manage under the circumstances.
She was in a much improved mood from last night’s call.
“Well?” I asked.
“They got it filed. By hook or by crook get it done.” she said, it was one of her mantras, “How about you? Hear from Anne at all?”
I looked up from my tea. She had the biggest smirk on her face.
Pointing at her with my bagel, “You madam are an awful person. Gossiping about my bits.” Then it occurred to me I could have a lot of fun with this and decided to drive this a different direction. “But honestly, I was a bit disappointed, you don’t know the code do you? Anne knows the code, I’m surprised she didn’t mention it.”
She looked quizzically at me, “Code?”
“Oh yes, the code of the Cock.” I said.
She sat back in her chair hiding behind her bagel and grinned, “Code of the cock?” She shook her head, “no, haven’t heard of that one.”
I sat forward trying to look as serious as I could while pointing a bagel, “Yes, it’s like the old samurai codes. If a sword is unsheathed it must draw blood before it could be re-sheathed.”
“Oh, ancient samurai huh?” she smiled.
“Indeed, if a cock is aroused it must be, uh… um… ” think, think, “RELIEVED! yes it must be relieved before it can be re-sheathed, as it were.”
Beth wasn’t one to spar with, “Well that code doesn’t really apply here does it?
“Of course it does,” I said.
“Ya? Well after last night I know you don’t have a sheath” she teased as she got up to take her cup and saucer to the sink but as she passed me, SMACK! I got slapped on the back of the head, “dork” she said.
“Hey!… technicalities, technicalities…”
SMACK again as she took the cup out of my hand and picked up the saucer. “Dork AND Pervert” she said as she walked away.
I chuckled and looked out the window, she was commenting on me being circumsized, then I said, “Well, it was worth a try, after all, I am helpless and entirely at your tender mercies.” I waggled my hands at her in helplessness.
She turned and had this, “Tender mercies my ass, you’re so full of bullshit” look on her face. “You do just fine, well at least after your oxy you do.”
I tried my best to look innocent, “I had to try.”
The visit to the Dr went well. I was healing well but not as quickly as she would have liked. Her manipulating my hands hurt like hell. I suppose that’s why it’s called “Practicing Medicine” because they still don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. I ached all day after that.
The oxy helped deaden the throbbing but I was still fairly miserable.
Anyway…
As usual, after supper Beth excused herself to go shower and change clothes into her “movie watching attire” as she called it. She showers daily. Basically she changed into silk night clothes, those being a button up short sleeved top and mid thigh length shorts. Each night she had a different color and style but always a top and shorts. I waited for her in the “cave” as Kev calls it. Basically a really nice TV or movie room. They had a large wide over stuffed leather love seat in the center with two theatre style seats elevated and behind the love seat. I took my usual seat in the second row on the right. Beth came in and as she walked to her usual seat on the left of the loveseat said, “No, no, down next to me,” gesturing to the right seat on the love seat. Then she plopped down and watched me as I sat down next to her. A bit to my surprise, but as was her norm when Kev was there, she kicked off her slippers and turned sideways putting her feet on my lap.
I didn’t mind at all, I’d been admiring her feet for quite some time. I looked at them and piped up, “Anyone ever told you you have lovely feet?”
She raised her right foot a bit, “Not that I can recall,” she moved her foot about at the ankle, she wrinkled her nose saying, “you think so?”
I cradled her ankle and said, “Yup, very attractive, well cared for, really very nice.” I replied. Wiggling her toes she said with a smile, “Never thought you for a foot person.”
I shrugged, “Oh, I’m not… I’m just being honest and admiring the view” but without really thinking I gently stroked the top of her foot.
She gave me a side look and said, “You forget I can detect bullshit at over a mile. Give it a rest,” before getting up and saying, “I need a refill.” She usually had a glass of wine at night before bedtime. Said it relaxed her.
When she returned with her refill she put her feet back onto my lap but covered herself with a lovely soft woolen blanket. She surfed for a bit before asking, “How about Rome?”
I mentioned again, “Sure, there’s lots of swearing and nudity. But, the first episode is my favorite. There’s a lot going on as they introduce characters and set the tone.” I replied, “but, you know, nudity and sex.”
She paused for a moment and then looked at me, “Ok, lets watch it but don’t tell Kev, it’ll be our little secret” before finding it and starting episode one. She sat asking questions from time to time, a woman’s prerogative of course. At the bath scene where Atia of the Julii (played by Polly Walker) steps full frontal nude from the bath I glanced at her. She leaned heavily on the left arm rest and had pulled her feet up under her butt, she was engrossed. Later when Atia was on top of one of her servants fucking, once again full frontal with nothing to be imagined, Beth’s hand was before her mouth but she was entranced by the scene.
I have to admit, I liked that scene. Polly Walker is one gorgeous woman, wonky nipples but still gorgeous.
When the episode was over she was quiet for a bit so I filled the void.
“Like I mentioned, it’s very over dramatized but the way the Romans treated their slaves, plebs, and for the most part their, uh… amorous activities are pretty well documented” I said in my most scholarly voice.
Almost absent mindedly she put her feet back onto my lap while saying, “It was a very different time, wasn’t it.”
“Very, very different. There’s a lot of Roman history or rather history in general condemned nowadays. But history taken out of context really chaps my ass.” She laughed at that. But I continued, “Judging the actions of ancients by today’s standards, whether it be slavery or sex or conquest is unfair and does neither history nor yourself justice. Context must be understood…” I noticed her looking over her glasses at me. “Oh, sorry, I’m on my soap box again.”
I have a Masters in History from University of California Riverside and judging history through a modern lens was the basis for my thesis. A position not liked by my thesis supervisor but she accepted my argument as valid. I suppose our brief relationship may have effected her judgement. She was much much younger than I was she was my sole dalliance, getting her into bed was a major accomplishment all in itself.
Out of the blue she asks, “Well what about sex in Rome? Did Roman women really screw the slaves?”
“Oh, well… yes. Slaves were property used as one liked. In fact having sex with a gladiator is well documented. Discoveries in Pompeii show that there were many brothels, like hundreds in the city, much sexual graffiti along with depictions of sexual acts in and around the brothels, phalluses all over the place, they even found a price list! Each act had a different price.”
She perked up at the mention of “depictions of sexual acts”, “Depictions? You mean statues?”
I nodded, “Well yes, there are statues, Pan and his conquests, mostly phalluses and such, in Pompeii there a many murals, paintings showing pretty much everything on offer.”
She looked amazed, “Really?”
“Ya, wanna see some?”
“Oh, God yes,” she said with a bit too much enthusiasm. She sat up and then switched positions, pulling her feet up under her and shifting so that she was leaning against my left arm. All that movement caused her breasts to swing around, no… as I’ve mentioned, she didn’t wear a bra at night. So, those mounds moving around under the silk were topped by impossible to hide pokies. Her moving around also launched a waft of air at me. God damn she smelled lovely after she showered.
I think she noticed me notice her nipples because she crossed her arms and lifted her chin to see my tablet.
On the internet there are many pictures of the paintings discovered in Pompeii. In all their pornographic glory. I started scrolling through.
Up came a naked woman on a couch with an equally naked man standing behind her. A naked man laying on a couch with a naked woman on him followed by a similar painting but the woman had her hand between her legs either pleasuring herself or putting him insider her, take your pick. A standing man with a gigantic un-circumsized cock. A naked man sitting with a clothed woman’s head between his legs. A naked woman laying back on a couch with a naked man kneeling between her spread legs. They went on and on and Beth was mesmerized asking me to slow down as I scrolled through them. She examined each quite closely.
I was internally snickering because her comments were not so much about the Romans as they were about the positions and oversized cocks.
She eventually took the tablet and cast the pictures onto the TV and scrolled on her own a bit. I filled the silence with, “Just as now morals changed quite regularly, sometimes influenced by the Emperor, but over the years two acts remained looked down upon and degrading so no respectful Roman woman would ever submit to or perform them. In all those paintings there are only 2 depicting one of these acts.”
Ya, Beth wasn’t nearly as innocent as she pretended to be. I came to the conclusion she put on a front in order to seem more vulnerable than she really is. i chalked it up to a learned practice likely very beneficial when dealing with corporations.
She got excited, “Oh? Do tell, but first, which position was the favorite?” she said as her finger tips traced the out line of one enormous cock.
Just the right mural came up, I nodded at the TV, “seems like doggy style, there are quite a few murals of that. But, I bet you can guess which were frowned upon.” She shrugged. I think she just wanted to hear it out loud. She drained her third glass of wine.
“Oral sex, cunnilingus and fellatio, they saw those as degrading, especially to women,” I shrugged looked away and as I sipped a Pepsi added off handedly, “But I don’t.”
She was silent and had this far away look in her eyes for a few minutes before leaning back a bit while continuing to scroll pictures before laying back again, her feet once again in my lap. “That is sad,” then almost under her breath she started to add, “I’m quite fond of bo…” she suddenly stopped as she realized what she’d just admitted.
Her face stayed looking at the tablet but her eyes glanced up and met mine. Trying to lighten the mood I looked her in the eyes and asked. “and who’s this bo?”
She looked perplexed, “Bo?”
“Ya, you said you liked Bo, so who’s Bo? Lover, acquaintance… Bo Derek?”
She sat up a bit more and pulled her feet off of my lap and under her, as she did she said, “Both, I meant I like both, there… happy?”
Her indignation didn’t mask she was oozing embarrassment so, as casually as I could manage said, “Yup, Anne and I like both as well.” Mind you we’d never share with Kev and Beth the details of our sex life, only that we had dalliances.
“Not us,” she said with more than a bit of annoyance as she scrolled through pictures. Then she shocked me to the core by adding, “I’m not a huge fan of giving a blowjob and on the rare occasion Kev goes down on me he just isn’t into it.”
I sensed Annes influence here so I shook my head and said, “Well that IS a crime.”
Her eyes went wide open and she opened her arms wide saying, “I KNOW!”
She scrolled on a bit before saying, “The thing I didn’t see shown are pictures of Romans masterbating.”
With that she got up and dramatically said, “OMG, look at the time! Well, time for me to go to bed, see you in the morning.” She tossed her blanket and the tablet on my lap and disappeared.
I wondered to myself, “a little private time needed now?”
But I went to bed with an idea I thought would be humorous, it would take a very different turn.
The next morning I got up at 7:30 am and searched about for a sheet which would make a suitable toga. It would serve two purposes, it was easy on my hands to put on and hopefully Beth would get a kick out of it.
She did.
She nearly shreaked in laughter when I strutted into the kitchen.
“Oh my God, that’s wonderful” she said clapping her hands.
I pirouetted half bowed saying, “Thank you domina.”
She got dramatic, “Oh, domina is it?… I think I like that.” She said, adding, “Mind your Ps and Qs today or there will be punishment.”
I smiled and turned to the fridge to get a drink saying, “Oh, punishment huh… ok,” then I turned and leaned on the counter and winked adding, “as long as it’s foreplay it’s ok.”
Shaking her head Beth acted aghast, “Horney bastard, I don’t know how Anne puts up with you,” then got up and went into her office.
The rest of the day was actually the most comfortable I’d been in weeks. I hung around the pool and the simpleness of the toga was very comfortable. Beth surprised me a few hours later by emerging from her bedroom dressed likewise. But whereas I was going commando, she clearly had her underwear on under it. I pointed out that Romans didn’t wear bras and panties. She wrinkled her nose at me and lay down before my comment sunk in.
She sat up, “Wait… you’re not wearing underwear?”
I didnt even look up from my chaise lounge. “Nope, want me to prove it?” I said and reached for the edge of the sheet.
“No, no, that’s ok, I’ll just take your word for it.” she said with a giggle.
We lay around and loitered the rest of the day, at one point even tossing grapes at each other. Silly really.
That evening we watched another few Rome episodes, once again prolific nudity and sex.
The next morning was the third day after Kev had left and he was due back in the afternoon.
I woke up puttered around a bit doing some physical therapy on this contraption the doctor had given me and then donned my toga. It was so nice I decided to just carry on carrying on, at least until Kev got home. It was around 10 am and already a warm day. Beth wasn’t in the office or the kitchen and just when I began to wonder if she had gone out I heard a splash. She was in the pool.
“Good morning!” I said as I walked out onto the patio.
“Yes, it’s a glorious morning, it’s supposed to be like this all day.”
I looked out over the backyard, yup looked like it was going to be very nice.
“Oh, Kev called last night,” she said.
“Ya? How’s he doing?” I asked as I sat down.
She dipped her head in the water and then shot a stream of water from her mouth onto the patio but in my general direction, “He’s going to be gone another few days.”
“Well crap.” I said.
There were wet foot prints all around so apparently she’d been in and out, several times by the look of it. On the sun bed next to me was a sheet and on the table was a pile of what looked like legal stuff. We began to chat as she paddled back and forth for a while, the topic once again was Rome. She stopped at the edge of the pool and just staring at me for a good long while. Finally she stroking over to the deep end of the pool where there were steps coming out, about 20 feet from where I sat. She dipped herself under the water getting her hair wet, then looked directly at me and started climbing the stairs from the pool.
“Atia emerges” she said as she rose into view. In a few moments there she stood.
Beth was lovely. “Nice, very nice… but um, Atia was naked when she emerged, not wearing a bikini.”
Beth looked down at herself, “Yes she was wasn’t she? Ah well.”
Gesturing to the sheet on her lounge I asked, “Roman attire is appealing it seems.”
Beth was and is very attractive, not as gorgeous and full figured as my Anne but still… wow.
She took a step, but then stopped slowly turning completely around until she was looking at me again, “Aren’t you going to bring me my toga.”
“Of course domina,” I delicately picked up her sheet, uh.. toga and as I fumbled at putting around her said, “Roman women didn’t wear bikinis… just thought I’d point that out again.”
She turned to me and look up into my face, “Hang on to my toga.” I held onto it and she began to move around under it.
I continued, “Actually, later Roman women like during Atia’s time didn’t wear togas but rather a dress like thing called a stola,” I carefully adjusted it best I could to look kinda like something similar a stola. Well, if you closed your eyes and turned your head sideways.
What she was doing was obvious and before I’d finished talking her bikini top was laying on my left shoulder and the bottoms on the right shoulder. The situation had me hard again… which she didn’t fail to notice.
“Hiding something under your toga?”
My hard on was impossible to miss. The overt flirting was getting to me. “Jesus Beth” I said and then left everything else unsaid.
She smiled and walked past me to the sun bed. Closing her eyes she lay back and raised her right knee, the linen slid up high on her thigh.
I plopped on the sun bed next to her and suddenly she was full of questions and enthralled by what she’d seen watching Rome growing more animated in her gesturing as time went by. Finally she said, “How about Roman men?”
“Such as?” I asked.
“Well, how about cirumcision? We’re Roman men circumsized?” she asked.
I pondered that for a moment. “I doubt it, circumcision was mostly a Jewish practice, can’t say I’ve ever heard. But thinking back to those pictures we looked at, weren’t they all uncircumcised.”
She thought and then nodded, “You’re circumsized? Right?” she paused and poked at her drink with the straw before her smile turned in to a naughty grin.
I shook my head in disbelief, “God… well… yes, my manhood is Jewish if that’s you’re question.”
“Hmmm, Ok… Kev is Roman.” She said almost off handedly before laughing and sinking her face into her hands hiding her eyes. I began to wonder just what was in the drink she was nursing. She suddenly looked up, “And women?”
“Well… it’s safe to assume they weren’t shaved, that practice is actually pretty recent. But, I’m not aware of circumcision for woman in the Roman Empire, if that’s what you’re asking. I think that was a sub-saharan practice.”
She wrinkled her nose at the thought before saying, “Octavia masterbated, was that common?”
She was talking about Atia’s daughter.
“Oh hell I don’t know but I would imagine it was just as common then as now, maybe more so because of all the fertility rites they practiced. As for Roman women in society… the Domina’s duties were to run the household, handle the myriad of social expectations, religious duties, many women were powerful political forces in their own right. Unlike men who, it was thought needed to have sex for their health, women were expected to be monogamous but in reality the very wealthy and powerful did as they pleased.”
Hmm, “did as they pleased” she echoed me. We lay there talking for another hour or so before it was time for me to get out of the sun before I turned into a lobster. I love the sun’s feel but hands hurting was just about enough for me. My hands began to ache from manipulating her sheet so I took an oxy and that numbed things nicely.
After supper we once again found ourselves watching TV next to each other, her feet once again in my lap. She still had on her stola with nothing underneath and she was most careful when pulling her feet up and into my lap. Now she was drinking wine but her glass seemed a bit larger than usual. My hands felt well enough that I’d taken off the splints, partly to exercise the muscles but mostly because they were uncomfortable. There was another episode of Rome on when her cell phone chirped, the chirp it sounded when Kev called. She paused the TV and answered.
The conversation was short and one sided for me.
“Hi sweetie.”
“Well Bob nearly cost us a filing but he got that straight.”
“Yes, he’s doing fine, no problems which couldn’t be over come.”
She laughed, “Yes, we managed without too much embarrassment and before you ask, no, there wasn’t a happy ending, of any sort.”
She covered the phone with her hand and winked at me while whispering, “At least not yet any way.”
I popped my eyes open raising my eyebrows at that remark and then blinked at her. Not sure how she meant it.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, “Oh that’s good. So, Sunday morning? Text me the details and we’ll be there.”
She got a text, “Got it, see you then. Love you, be safe.”
She hung up. “Kev will be back earlier than he thought, he’s already on the way back and in a layover in Frankfurt. He’ll be home tomorrow morning around 8 am” she said more to herself than to me. She turned the TV on again and she sat watching but with this far away look she got when deeply in thought, after a few moments she said, “You and Anne still have that arrangement?”
I was caught off guard, “Arrangement?” She frowned at me, I caught up, “Oh, that… yup.”
She turned onto her left side so that her head was propped up by her left hand, her elbow on the left love seat arm rest, she had turned onto her left side slipping her right foot across my lap onto the right arm rest, her left foot was pressed against the outside of my left thigh. More importantly her right calve was laying across my cock. So basically she was laying on her left side with her left knee bent in front of her.
Glancing at her she seemed focused on the TV and remained that was for a while. That’s when I noticed her nipples. A blind man would have seen them. It certainly wasn’t the episode of Rome doing this.
My cock once again began to swell, right under Beth’s calve..
Beth had to have felt it.
Over the next few minutes Beth began to move her calve, every so slightly until it was moving just a little bit back and forth over my cock. Needless to say, I got harder.
I adjusted myself in my seat pivoted just a bit to my left and in her direction, at the same time I slipped my left hand under her stola and onto the bare flesh⁴ of her right calve. She stopped moving it.
Neither one of us was looking at the other, we were “watching” the TV. My finger tips slid up and down the outside of her calve from her knee to her ankle. As if I had been unaware I stopped and said, “Oh, sorry” but let them slowly stroke her calf a few more times before stopping.
“Oh, don’t stop, that felt really nice,” she said.
Letting my hand move with her calve and in no small part encouraging it’s movement, I concluded the writing was on the wall so I turned toward Beth until I was facing her, my left calve under my right thigh, her right foot now sideways against my chest, the sole flat against my chest.
Stroking her foot I said, “Anne really likes my foot massages, maybe you’d like one?”
She replied, “I thought you’d never ask” and rolled onto her back. In doing so she bent her knees and placed both feet onto my lap.
Keeping her knees tightly together, Beth now had the soles of both feet lying against my chest. The stola covered the tops of her thighs to the knee but with her knees bent I could see the bottoms of her thighs all the way to her butt cheeks.
This enticing view only served to get me even harder.
I lifted Beth’s left foot and began massaging it. I couldn’t manage my usual firm grip but with minimal pain, more like stiffness, I was able to do an acceptable massage of all the pressure points on the sole.
Beth settled comfortably and closed her eyes. She scooted her butt toward me a bit and closed her eyes saying, “That’s really nice,” and paused for a few moments before adding, “I’ll give you until tomorrow to stop. God that’s nice,” with that said she relaxed her thighs and they slowly fell apart.
I missed the next thing she said because her thighs falling open had given me a clear unobstructed view directly between her thighs.
And No, I did not avert my eyes. You’re damned right I looked and look I did.
My gaze was greeted by a deliciously manicured and trimmed pussy. I glanced up, her eyes were closed.
Beth’s quim was a delight to behold. Her bush wasn’t bald as is all the rage these days but rather cut short with the front edges well defined and trimmed. The hood of her clit was puffy and pushing out from between folds of fur covered flesh. At first I thought it was her outer labia bit it wasn’t. The clitoral hood folded around hiding her clit and then melded into her outer labia. As the plump labia descended between her thighs I could see her inner labia. It was almost like she had three sets of labia.
I glanced back up to look at Beth, her eyes were still closed. No further hinting was necessary. Although not sure whether she meant only to flash me, I threw caution to the wind and moved.
Bending my head down I softly spread kisses around the top of her left foot moving from her ankle to her toes and then changed to slip my tongue back up to her ankle. Her only reaction was to sigh and tilt her foot down to point at me. I repeated this on her right foot.
Going any further up her leg as I well intended to do required my moving from the chair.
Holding an ankle in each hand I
kissed slowly up her right calf as my butt slowly slid off the seat. Without opening her eyes she pivoted her hips to follow her legs until I found myself kneeling between her knees.
My hands slipped under her knees, as I kissed the inside of each knee my hands cupped the bottom of each thigh sliding up under each before going around the outside to grip the tops of her thighs.
Beth still had showed no real reaction or resistance but signaled her own interest by slowly pulling her sheet/stola up until her legs were bare and it lay just below her navel making her naked from the waste down.
One thing I love beyond all description is going down on a woman. There’s just something about it that feels more like I’m worshiping or really making love to her pussy rather than being more enthusiastic than effective. The gratification in the pleasuring of your woman also factors. It’s intoxicating the feeling of power you get when just from loving her with your mouth her thighs quiver, her labia swell, the clit engorges, juices trickle over your tongue as her vagina spasms around it, the gasps or cries as an orgasm washes over her.
Anne has assured I know how to be effective but with that said, every woman is different.
Beth had said she loved this but rarely got it from Kev so I took my time hoping her kettle began to boil long before I made the move, as it were.
Slowly I kissed my way up her inner thighs, moving right and left, kissing and pressing my tongue firmly into the soft flesh. Higher I went and as I went I gripped the tops of her thighs best I could and slowly spread her legs further and further apart with my hands.
Beth moved her ass so that her left cheek was just barely on the love seat.
Finally I found myself within striking distance of her pussy. But I still resisted the temptation. I moved back and forth from kissing just to the left and then to the right just where the delicate insides of her thighs turn into pussy. The flesh was ever so soft and supple. Her aroma was intoxicating, but it struck me that she was light and delicate with only the hint of tang to it vice some pussies which can be heavy and musky.
Beth’s breathing had deepened and every so often she’d clench her thighs as I kissed them. She’d placed her hands on her stomach where they lay open but occasionally would grasp the sheet/stola.
I don’t know how long I teased her like this but apparently she’d had enough and said playfully with a bit of exasperation, “Kev will be home in the morning. If you don’t get started soon it’ll be a threesome.”
I perked up and raised up a bit to look at her. “Oh? A threesome? That might be fun,” and just before moving back to her love pot added, “You might like a spit roast.”
I heard her say, “A what?” right as my hands grasped her thighs as best I could, I lowered my head until my tongue touched that area which taint pussy nor asshole and slathered about a bit. Her hips tilted up a bit in reaction as her asshole puckered. Then moving upward, my tongue slipped deep between her labia pausing only to lick around her opening before moving up to slide round her clit but not touching it.
After several minutes of this I pulled away just enough to get a good close up look. There, just seeping out of her, was a trickle of fluid. My fingers reached up over each thigh just enough to pull her labia apart and expose her clit. I leaned into her so that the tip of my tongue caught the drop before sliding up, doing a little circle around the mouth of her vagina before opening my mouth wide and driving it inside her.
This elicited Beth’s first sound. As my tongue swirled around inside her she gasped, “Ah… uh… God… yes” as her hands grasped me by the back of the head pulling me against her.
Beth’s body was rewarding my efforts by producing a very wet pussy. Not dripping porn pussy but very wet and ready for some love making.
Well I wasnt ready for fucking just yet.
My right hand slid around and under her thigh as my lips surrounded her clit where I used the flat surface of my tongue to slide back and forth across it. My left hand left her thigh and slowly drifted up her belly and over her hands.
In response she intertwined her fingers with mine, her grip tightening when I slid the index finger of my right hand deep inside her, slowly stroking in and out a few times before turning my palm up and beginning a rapid flicking up and down of the tip right at that little firm place known as the g-spot. Her grip made my thumb ache but there wasn’t anyway I was going to say a word and ruin this.
Some women react quite dramatically saying the feeling grows to become almost overpowering. Others don’t feel much at all. My Anne loves my minstrations saying they feel wonderful and she gets very wet but it never resulted in an orgasm itself.
Beth’s thighs tightened and her hips tilted up a bit but I wasn’t sure if that was because of tongue or finger, I was quickly made sure.
“Oh, God damn… ” she said as she crushed my fingers in her grip. I kept my lip lock around her clit and swirled my tongue around that little nub of pleasure. She seemed to lose herself in the moment because I felt her thighs raising and her feet moving up my sides. She
let go of my left fingers, my eyes looked up her body. She had her hands on her knees and was spreading her legs extremely wide so much her legs were nearly flat with the soles of her feet on my sides.
We stayed in this lovely position for a very long time. I altered my mistrations, sometimes my tongue lashed over her clit. sometimes gently applying slippery pressure, leaving her clit entirely to wander up and down her lips and then circling around the entrance to her heney pot, slathering her taint, essentially making repeated erotic tours of her nether region.
In reaction she let out little gasps and moans as the waves of pleasure washed over her changing in rhythm and effect. She’d jerk from time to time but there wasnt an obvious orgasm.
Sometime during this she’d pulled her knees up tight against her belly and her hands had settled on the back of my head, her forearms pressing her thighs apart. Her fingers gripping and releasing my hair over and over again.
As I’ve mentioned, I could spend hours worshiping at the alter of Venus. Amid her sounds of encouragement and pleasure I sensed a growing tension.
Her clit had grown several sizes under my tongue to become large enough to simply suck on. I sucked in between my lips and gave it little sucking kisses.
Apparently this hit the spot, her thighs briefly closed pressing her hands tightly to my head, then they splayed open again as she then she pulled my head quickly up to her face where our mouthes latched tightly together. She kept her hands on the sides of my head. I was on top of her with my elbows outside her arms.
Our bodies fit together perfectly, my cock fell exactly where it needed to be and without so much as a split second hesitation it slid into her.
Her hands left my head to slip under my arms and around my lower back pulling at me as she lifted her hips to me. I lifted my mouth from hers and looked at her and slowly pressed deeper. Beth’s eyes were closed tight, her nostrils flared, head slowly tilting back the deeper I went. Her breath was little intakes between her teeth.
Her pussy felt like a hot slippery glove and I was quickly filling it. I was nearly balls deep when she lowered her mouth to my shoulder and gently bit, nibbling at it.
My balls touched taint and her hands pulled me to keep me tight against her as her teeth left my shoulder to be replaced by her forehead. Taking quick deep breaths she finally said something, “That’s nice.” I pulled out a few inches and gently thrust deep again. “Oh God, really really nice.”
At this point I succumbed to the urge to fuck and started rapidly stroking in and out. Her hands moved to my upper back and legs wrapped around my hips.
For quite a few minutes we stayed locked like this but as our passion, especially mine, grew we locked lips again out tongues lashing while we panted in each other mouths.
I was getting very close to cuming but wanted this to last. I raised up onto my arms and said, “Hang on to me.” She looked at me and clenched around me with her knees and arms. I carefully rolled off the love seat and onto my back on the carpet covered floor.
“I thought you might like this” I said as she settled on top putting her hands on my chest she clamped her eyes closed before beginning sliding foward and back.
“We never do it like this, Kev always wants to drive the boat” she said before sliding back so that her clit was pressed against me. “Oh, this is even better” she said. Beth began grinding on me, I was deep inside her as her movements rubbed her clit hard against my pubic bone.
That forward and backwards movement gradually slowed but she increased pressing her clit against me until she was making only small circular grinding motions against my pubic bone.
Suddenly she said, “This was Atia’s position, wasn’t it?” She stripped off her stola, tossing it aside. For the first time I saw Beth completely naked. Her tits, while not large, were perfectly formed and topped with very dark areola and long nipples. Sagging just a bit they looked every inch like mom tits. My hands found both and I lifted them, trying to gently roll the nipples and not kill my thumbs.
My balls had had it at this point,
I grabbed her ass cheeks and they unloaded deep inside her. Her only acknowledgement of her pussy filling with cum was her opening her eyes, “oooh!” smiling before starting to squeeze her pussy tight followed by her nails digging into my chest.
She closed her eyes again and ground on me for a while, going slower and slower until she stopped and just sat there.
Finally her eyes opened and she leaned over me to plant a long loving kiss on my lips.
She suddenly frowned as if remembering something, “Kev won’t know,” she finally said.
“If you don’t want him to know, it won’t be from me.” I answered.
She kissed me again and, grabbing the stola, put it between her legs and slid down onto my thighs using the sheet to clean both of us up.
She stood up and I did likewise. Just as she began to turn away from my I tool her right hand and said, “Hold on, not so fast, come here.”
I sat down on the loves eat and pulled her to me. She got the idea and crawled into my lap, her knees on either side of me, her belly against mine, pussy right above my cock.
Pulling her to me we began to neck like a couple teenagers under the bleachers. It felt wonderful. Her breasts pressed against me and the heat and wetness of her recently fucked quim tickling my cock.
I was a bit surprised when she snuck her hand between us and started fondling my cock as we kissed. Much to my surprise he started to recover a bit. not a raging hard on but rather a suitable soft on.
I kinda thought she wanted to fuck again but it wasn’t to be. We did spend a looong time just two naked people groping each other.
My hands spent most of the time resting against her cheeks. At one point I used her ass crack to move my right hand under her intending to slip my middle finger in. She jerked a little and bit my tongue when finger tip passed over puckered asshole. Not being an ass guy, I didn’t linger there.
In stead of driving inside her pussy I instead played with lips and clit eventually turning her head to expose the sides of her neck again. Quite an enjoyable time.
But all good things come to an end. She stood up and took my arm helping me up. She didn’t say anything but gave me one last peck on the lips and took my hand leading me to the shower in my room. We showered together and she cleaned me all up before another peck on the lips and walking out.
The next day was like nothing at all happened. We picked up Kev and life was back to “normal.”
A few days later and Anne showed up early. We kissed and she said with a wink and a sly look, “Soooo, whatcha been up to? You and Beth play nice?”
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