"Can you believe the audacity?" One dark haired man in a toga with the broad purple stripe of a Senator said to the man beside him, a lean man with black hair liberally sprinkled with silver, also wearing the purple striped Senatorial toga. He looked around at the celebration going on around him with a disdain he was unable to conceal.
His companion just snorted and drank from his silver goblet of wine so he continued. "First of all, our beloved Empress," he loaded the words with as much scorn as he could, "Messalina begins her latest affair with the Consul Designate, Gaius Silius. She doesn't even bother to try and conceal the fact. She even goes so far as to force Silius to divorce his wife so that he cannot be charged with adultery, knowing that she can persuade Claudius to spare her."
He paused to drink from his own cup of wine before continuing. "Then once Junia Silana was out of the way, and out of Silius's house, she began to flaunt her adultery even more. She has been seen hanging on him walking through the Curia and at several plays in a way that is most unbecoming of our Empress. She has taken her train of Imperial Attendants openly to his house and even given him extravagant gifts of Imperial slaves, freedmen and palace furniture."
His companion finally spoke up, "Aye, Quintus, I know. And with all of the privileges of the Emperor at his disposal, including his wife as a bed warmer, it was just a matter of time before our Consul Designate began to have loftier ambitions."
"I agree, Lucius." Quintus said. "I just pray to Jupiter that Claudius's jumped up freedman turned Imperial Secretary, Narcissus, is able to convince him of the danger now that they have openly made a move to replace him."
Lucius only nodded and gestured towards the front of the room with his cup. "It appears that the happy couple are off to consummate their vows."
His fellow Senator looked to the main table where the newly wedded couple, a strapping young man with wavy brown hair in a richly cut tunic and toga, and his bride, the Empress, a slender woman with dark brown hair descending her back in a wave of spiral curls and full breasts pressing against the confining fabric of her silk dress, were rising from the dining couch. As they rose she laughed at something her new husband said and, even from across the room, her green eyes sparkled with delight.
Silius thanked everyone for coming and then gathered his bride to him for a long deep passionate kiss, during which, regardless of Imperial dignity, they openly pawed and groped each other in front of their guests. Quintus and Lucius shook their heads in disgust and drained their cups before setting them down and slipping quietly from the celebration, unnoticed by the other guests who were cheering the newlyweds on, exhorting them to even more of a show.
Messalina and Silius left the dining hall and made their way to their bedchamber. They stopped frequently to kiss and fondle each other, their hands roaming freely over each others bodies, their passion and lust growing with each step that brought them closer to their destination.
As they reached the Imperial bedchamber, Messalina entered first, followed quickly by Silius. Ignoring the still opened doors, he reached out, his hand snagging in the thin silk of her dress. With a savage yank he ripped the expensive cloth, baring the ivory skin of her back and shoulders, the leather webbing of her high belt/girdle the only thing that stopped it from falling completely off.
With a cry of surprise she turned into his arms, her full pale breasts and hard dark nipples pressed against his chest as his arms went around her. She fumbled to unwrap his toga, letting the heavy cloth fall to the mosaic tiled floor. "Oh, Gaius, yes," she moaned as his lips found hers. She pulled his tunic up in the front as he fumbled with lust-clumsy fingers to unfasten the buckles of her high girdle.
