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.
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