"Sometimes," she allowed. "At night, when I know no one is about and can see me. And no, I am not going to swim naked now, and neither are you," Ashley told him firmly. "This is ridiculous, Ryan. We seem to have a case of raging hormones, and we just have to get past it. We aren't kids, damn it!"
"Then why do I feel like an eighteen-year-old around you?" he wanted to know.
"You're horny! You admitted yourself that you haven't had a woman in a while. And now that Dr. Sam has checked us both for STDs you'd better not! You are celibate until August twenty-fifth, and that's that!" Ashley told him. "If I can do it, you can do it. Don't be such a big baby, Ryan. I can't believe you can't stay out of trouble until then." She climbed out of the pool and stretched out on the chaise. She felt a twinge of guilt after that righteous little lecture she had just given him. Too bad he didn't have the Channel. She had really been getting her money's worth out of it lately, and it was actually the only way she had been able to resist his blandishments.
Quinn and Rurik were good lovers, but now that she had met Ryan Mulcahy she felt like a starving woman in front of a candy counter. She wanted to know what it would feel like to lie naked against his naked body. She wanted to feel his weight on her, his cock plundering her vagina, his mouth and his tongue on her, driving her wild with longing. Just thinking about it made her antsy, even though she had the Channel. If he felt the same way-and he obviously did-the waiting must be agony, but wait they would.
It wasn't easy, but Ryan's being in the city all week helped them both. And there was the Channel. Ashley was beginning to get a little bored with her two fantasies. Still, she didn't want to delete them. She had spent a lot of time perfecting them. Instead she decided to add a new element to the one with Quinn. It was time to introduce the lady Cordelia's husband, Tribune Maximillian Alerio Patronius, into the picture. She smiled. Yes, it was time the tribune came home from campaign. Stretching out on her bed, she pressed the button that slid the wall back to reveal her television, and then she pushed A.
The villa was bustling with activity as the slaves prepared for their master's homecoming from northern Gaul. The lady of the house was stretched out as a slave massaged her body with a lily-scented cream. Quinn crept into the chamber and waited for her to recognize that he was there. Finally she cast a glance his way.
"My husband will be home shortly. You will confine yourself to your quarters until he has departed again. You know how he hates to see you and that lovely big cock of yours. Even though he gave you to me so I would behave while he is away, he does not wish to be reminded that you are foraging between my legs while he is gone. If he should catch so much as a glimpse of you, I will punish you severely, Quinn. I will send a slave girl to look after you. But you may not fuck her. Your cock is for me alone. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, mistress," Quinn answered her, his eyes lowered respectfully.
"Then get you gone," she told him, and turned back to the masseuse. "The ball of your thumb is too rough, Iris. Be certain to have it sanded when you massage me again."
"Yes, mistress," the slave woman answered, grateful not to have been hit.
There was the sound of trumpets amid the thunder of horses' hooves from outside the villa, announcing the arrival of someone of importance.
"The master is home!" she heard the slaves crying out.
Ashley smiled. Yes, this would add a soupcon of novelty to her fantasy. She arose from the massage table as her women scurried about her. Her long hair was scented with oil of lilies to match the fragrance arising from her naked body. A slave dropped a woven necklace of delicate white freesia about her neck, and handed her a second necklace. Then without a word the slaves ran from the chamber, and a moment later the twin doors into that chamber were opened, and her husband strode in. He had already been divested of his armor and garments. The tribune Maximillian Alerio Patronius looked exactly like Ryan Finbar Mulcahy, and he was as naked as she was. Ashley stepped forward and dropped the floral necklace over his head.
"Welcome home, my lord," she said in a husky voice. She hadn't thought he would look like Ryan, but then, she had been thinking about Ryan a great deal lately.
Reaching out, he swept her into his arms and kissed her deeply. "I have missed you, lady. The women in Gaul stink of animal fat and sweat."
"But you fucked them anyway." She laughed up at him. "Didn't you?"
"After I had them washed twice over, aye! Was your sex slave satisfactory?" he asked her. "Did he keep you entertained enough that you retained your chastity, and did not bring any scandal on my house, my insatiable Cordelia?"
"He is perfect, my lord. Not only does he fuck reasonably well, although nowhere near as well as you do, he has great stamina and is able to take a good whipping."
The tribune laughed. "I am happy to learn my gift was a success, lady."
"You are the perfect husband, Max," Ashley told him. "You are always thinking about me, and your gifts are delightful. I am the happiest woman in Rome. Now tell me," she said as she pressed up again him, "why are you home? I did not expect you for another few months."
"Caesar recalled me. He wished to replace me with one of his sycophants," the tribune replied. "Actually, if the gossip is correct Caesar is fucking the man's wife, and the fool tried to keep her too close. It was a simple matter to send the husband off to northern Gaul so Caesar might have easy access to his favored mistress. I can but hope the fellow doesn't find himself dead." He chuckled. "But now, my dear wife, it is time for you to welcome me home properly. On your knees like a good wife, Cordelia, and suck my cock. If you do it nicely I will fuck you. If you displease me, then I shall fuck one of your pretty slave girls. We have the afternoon, but then we are expected at the palace tonight for a banquet, which will certainly turn into a delightful orgy."
Ashley fell to her knees and lifted the long peg of flesh. She gazed at it carefully, as if deciding just what she was going to do. Then, holding it gently by its head, she licked it first up one side, and then back down the other. "Ummm," she murmured. "You taste of leather, Max." She took his penis into her mouth and began to suck on him. The long fingers of his big hand dug into her scalp, and he kneaded her head as she sucked at first with deep, strong pulls of her mouth. She stopped suddenly, and her tongue began to encircle the sensitive head of his organ. Then she nipped at it delicately with her teeth.
He growled. "Easy, my goddess," he warned her.
She began to suck him again. He grew thick and hard in her warm mouth, and he lengthened so that the tip of his penis was pushing just down her throat. She moaned, thinking how she loved the taste of him. Her hands slipped around him to fondle his tight buttocks. Her fingers dug into his flesh. She raised her eyes slightly to him, silently asking what he would have of her. Wordlessly he gave the command, and Ashley sucked harder and harder upon his cock until she felt him quiver, and then his sperm burst forth. She almost choked as she swallowed it down, so copious was the flow, but she continued to draw every last drop from him until he bade her cease.
"Jupiter and Mars, Cordelia, no one can suck me off like you can!" the tribune praised his wife. "Do you suck the slave?"
"My lord!" She was indignant. "That you could even ask me such a thing."
"You're a beautiful liar," he told her, laughing as he pulled her up into his arms. "You have an appetite for sex, which is why I bought the fellow for you. I'm glad he isn't boring you." He led her over to her large bed. "Now," he said as they lay down together, "you have been a very good girl, and should be rewarded appropriately. I have a taste for your juicy cunt, Cordelia. Open yourself to me," the tribune said, and he positioned her to suit his purposes. Then his head slid between her shapely legs.