But in 68 BCE it was recreation, entertainment, fun, a past time. The Epicurean philosophy of the era searched for a way to remove the soul from the troubles of life. To escape to a world without care. The rich might succeed totally. But even the working class could find an escape occasionally. Utilitarian Hedonism is a close cousin.
All classes could engage in activities that could bring ultimate happiness. Sex. And all things erotic. And while Patricians and the rich might reach this goal frequently, there were those servants and courtiers and even slaves who might be fortunate enough to work on a Villa where all were welcome to pursue happiness or have it come to them.
This villa by the sea was one of them. All ranks, no matter their status of job, were free to pursue whatever erotic impulse would relieve them of the worldly burdens - if even for an hour or two.
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She was a lovely girl.
He admired her shaved mons pubis as she stripped off her wet clothing and gathered up the tray of remaining fruits. He took another bunch of grapes, six olives and a plum before she left.
He picked up his toga and wrapped it lightly over his shoulder and walked a few steps west to a balcony overlooking the private courtyard. Vibiana, his wife of twenty plus years strode easily through the gardens and thru the gates into the west olive grove. She wore a very short, lime green sheer tunic. Even at her advanced age, she was stunning. He enjoyed, when entertaining, the gaze of men, and many women, as she walked through a room. So many lusted for a woman like that. Mature. Experienced. Young men would learn much from bedding her. Sometimes he would watch. This, he rationalized, allowed him to coach the young man later to refine his pleasuring techniques.
The Master picked up his toga and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder wrapping the length once around and tucking it in. He crossed to the far corner to see as she strode purposefully from the private garden through the gate into the south olive grove. He lost her in the branches for a moment but then saw her reappear and take a seat on a bench near the end of a row.
She settled in, reclining on the bench, crossing her legs revealing her bronze thighs. Very nicely shaped thighs. She tilted her head back and idly twirled a lock of black hair behind her ear.
"What was she looking at?" he thought. "Oh, it could only be one thing."
He leaned over carefully and took a few steps over to the right tilting his head to see under an olive tree.
He was certain she would not look up and notice him peering down. She was too captivated by the sight of the Nubian slave man. And even if she did, nothing would change. She liked it when he watched. She craved the penetrating look he gave when she was being ravaged. Tatianus had imported several Nubians to work the Villa grounds in the past few years, but this specimen delivered more than expected.
This one was stripped to the waist, golden bronze with rippling muscles and perspiration glistening on his back as he worked.
Tatianus stood there for many minutes watching him work and watching her watch him. Occasionally her hand slid up her inner thigh to her womanhood under the tunic. She touched herself gently.
He could understand her attraction. Even he had contemplated enjoying an erotic session with the Nubian. But the man was very large. He had seen his phallus during the purchase inspection. It was large unlike any he had seen. And by his age he had seen many men. Even tasted them and swallowed their ejected seed.
It wasn't long after the Nubian's arrival he caught the eye of his wife. Indeed every woman and a percentage of men at the villa. He was large, muscular, trim and very self assured. Yet had a gentle personality and was a joy to have around the grounds.
He watched his wife motion to him. At three levels up, he could not hear what she said. The Nubian put down his pruning tool and approached the Lady of the Villa. In a smooth motion he knelt before her, pushed her tunic aside and buried his face in her vee. She threw her head back, eyes closed and mouth open. She grabbed his head holding it in place.
As the Master of the Villa watched, his member became hard. It pressed into the fabric. He pushed the toga aside leaving his hard manhood exposed again to the air and the sun.
Things moved quickly. The Nubian effortlessly scooped up the wife in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder and neck kissing him deeply. He carried her around to a huge curved grey marble rock at the base of the Villa outside wall. The rock had been there for millions years. It was large and smooth and perfectly arched. The Nubian lay her down carefully on the rock. He pulled off her tunic in a quick motion she did not fight. Then he pulled her arms up over her head with one hand enveloping both wrists. With the other he pulled off the last garment around his waist revealing the huge phallus that was going to pleasure the Wife of the Master.
His cock was long and very wide. It resembled a cucumber or a zucchini in shape and girth. It was easy to push her legs apart. She wanted this. She wanted to be taken by the Nubian very badly. Two or three times a week for the last six months she had him "entertain" her.
His massive right hand gripped his phallus and slid it up and down her mound. She moaned with pleasure and desire. Even if the Master could not hear it from above, he knew what she sounded like. Then the Nubian with no warning plunged his massive cock deep into the wife. The Mistress of the Villa was pined to the rock by a long cock that bottomed out pining her to the rock like a large stake.
The Nubian remained motionless. She struggled at her wrists but he held her firm. He did not move. From above the Master could see the firm, chiseled buttocks of the Nubian flex. He knew what was going on. Each flex meant this man's giant cock was flexing - throbbing inside his wife. The Master now began stroking his own cock watching his wife being pleasured by the large bronzed colored man. By Jupiter, he loved the sight of this. He loved watching his wife enjoying the erotic pleasures of men and women. Over the years he participated, watched and listened as she gave him details of her sexual exploits. It excited him. It made him mad with lust. Sometimes he would fuck a servant girl in front of his wife to demonstrate his lust, then turn on his wife and fuck her twice as hard.
Now he stroked his member harder. A figure approach to his right. It was Aegidius, his favorite eunuch. "Sir, may I help?" looking hopefully at the Master stroking his shaft.
"Perhaps later, this one I do myself." He grunted with satisfaction as his wife began to move. She was pinned down, impaled by the massive cock and the weight of the giant man. The Nubian took a breast into his mouth. The whole thing. She moaned as he sucked it in. Then he started with his teeth nipping all around her nipples. He broke the skin. She bucked and spasmed in an orgasm. A tiny line of blood ran down her breasts as he continued nibbling, biting her soft flesh. She managed to move her hips. She rocked her hips and her vagina against his pubic bone and the cock moved against her. She built up momentum while he remained motionless. His cock deep in her.
Off to the right, under an olive tree two servant girls watched the scene of raw power and sex. Both of them stroked their womanhood. Their eyes rolling back, then refocusing on the sex in front of them.
The Master exploded with a stream of cum that landed on the low terrace wall. Damn - he wanted the exhilaration of stroking himself while watching his wife to last longer.
The next phase started. The Nubian began to pull out. His great, dark phallus fully withdrew. Now he could hear his wife gasp at the sudden void in her loins. He plunged himself back into her. All the way in. Then pulled all the way out. Then sank deep into her again. This time harder, faster. Now he was fucking her. Harder, faster, almost an animal brutality. He released her wrists, she clawed at his back and he stroked into her harder and harder. He seized her breasts with both hands. She shrieked with pleasure and pain in a thundering orgasm then abruptly pushed him, off. Her hair was matted in the sweat on her face and breasts.
He controlled himself and complied as she pushed him away. Any other man would have continued to ravage her, overcome by the lust and passion of the moment. Certainly the Master would have.
From his vantage point on the terrace the Master could see the man's still erect phallus glisten in the sun. He thought he could even see a white stream of cum hanging from the tip. "Oh how delicious that must be," he thought.
The Nubian sat on the rock next to her and motioned to the servant girls. They brought water, a sponge, wine and towels. The Mistress of the Villa turned her head toward the great Nubian and smiled. She reached for his chest and slid down to his huge manhood. She used a finger tip to trace a line from bottom to top catching a line of cum. Sensuously she slowly took the white cum and rubbed it along the outline of her lips, then sucked her finger clean.
