the Senator’s wife and the gladiators (fm:group, 3525 words)

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450 years BC. A time of Rome's dominance and might. One built up from a fledgling course along the river Tiba some 300 years hence.

It thrived, building legendary roads, encouraging trade with neighbouring cities. Life was good, but Rome's citizens hungered for more and developed spectacular venues full of tough, often dangerous entertainment its people demanded.

While Rome, itself, stood head and shoulders as the capital city with its mighty Colosseum, lesser provinces, like Latium, made do with a theatre, a place where plays were staged, while some were known to build Amphie theatres, a venue where, on occasion, Gladiators, as they were known, would face off against one another, sometimes to the death!

The Senator's wife and the gladiators:

It was a sunny Monday morning in the Pompis household. A small size villa situated high up in the province. One befitting Latium's governor, Verilius, a member of Rome's senate, which is where he would shortly make the moderate journey to. In doing so, he would leave his beloved wife, Claudia, behind for the next five days and lonely nights.

"Have you got everything?" his wife asked with a half smile on her face.

"Yes. You worry too much. The journey won't take long. I'll be safe. Rome is safe and at peace. There's nothing to worry about, okay," he assured Claudia while adding a comforting smile.

Shortly thereafter, Claudia was stood outside their humble abode, hand in the air waving Verilius off as he began his journey on his black stead, one that would take him safely to Rome and its central government: ‘the Senate.'

No sooner was her husband out of sight, than Claudia waltzed inside. She had the freedom of her home for five days, helped by several slaves to pass the time until Verilius returned.

Claudia needed to smell her utmost best, and so she instructed her handmaiden to draw her a bath. She then invited the wench to undress her, revealing a curvy milky white body; firm round breasts at the front and an even firmer round ass at the back.

The lady of the house slipped into the warm water and instantly felt invigorated. She lay there for a minute, soaking up the warmth, before sitting up so that her handmaiden could wash her body.

"What are your plans for today, madam?" she asked, left hand holding her mistress' shoulder-length black hair out of the way while she washed her neck with a sponge in the right.

"I was thinking of visiting the Amphie theatre. There's little else to do while Verilius is off at Rome."

"I hear there may be some gladiator tournaments," the girl smiled, knowingly, causing Claudia's eyes to widen at the thought.

"You don't say," Claudia perked up, nipples suddenly pouting with excitement, while a warm wetness flooded her folds.

With her body clean, there were but two more tasks for Claudia's handmaiden to perform. First and foremost that of drying her mistress' body, and secondly pampering her jet black pussy with her warm wet tongue.

"Mnn, you do that so well," Claudia, sat on the edge of the sunken bath, legs open invitingly, moaned as she stroked the fingers of her right hand through her handmaiden's dark brown hair.

"Oh, yes, more," she presently urged when that self, same tongue drew a slow progressive path along Claudia's firmed-up clit, fingers, all

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Hook writes Thu 19 Sep 2024 23:18:

Could use a better ending. Do the gladiators die? Does she care? Is she pregnant? Does word of her activities get to her husband?

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