Authors note. This story has one incident of incest in it.... Just so you know. All characters in this story involved in any sexual situation or depiction are 18 years old or older.
I was wasted when I woke up. Lydia seemed energetic as could be, but I was still tired as hell. I didn't think it was possible for me to get it up and have sex eight times in one day, but I had, somehow. Now I was paying for it. I took a shower and stood under the hot spray for almost five minutes before I dried off and shaved. I was still moving slowly as I pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, thankfully not having to go into work today. By the time I walked into the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day, Lydia was still bustling around energetically, finishing off making breakfast for both of us, having already done the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and cleaned the counters.
"Good morning, you sexy, wonderful man!" My wife said brightly, wrapping her arms around me to pull us together. She pressed her lips to mine in a soft, loving kiss, before pulling her face away. "You look tired."
"I feel tired."
"For good reason. I didn't know you could get it up that many times, but I know I came at least ten times. God what a day and night."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I answered honestly.
"Oh trust me. I did. I enjoyed it sooooo much." She said, giggling. "And I think Suzanne loved it too, but she can't say that in front of Mike."
"Yeah, I can see that."
"He isn't bad, but he isn't you. If you know what I mean."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Good, now let's eat." She gave me one more kiss. "Maybe it'll give you a little more energy for later."
"Later?"
"Lunch time, silly. I can't go to work all day without coming home and fucking you, unless of course you want me to make it a habit of fucking Wes. Not that I'd mind all that much. He's not too bad, but he- "
"Yeah, isn't me. I get it," I interrupted. "I guess lunch time it'll have to be then."
"Good!" She grinned, letting go of me. We ate breakfast and then she dashed off to work, leaving me to settle in for a long morning working from home. I had plenty to do, so I wasn't about to be bored. Though, I had a hard time not thinking about what was happening and the things that Suzanne and Lydia had both said during sex. I set my computer aside when it was clear I wouldn't be able to think about work, found the book she had been reading and flipped open to the section she had marked with a sticky note. The book itself looked ancient, the pages and the binding crinkling and crackling with brittleness. I'd come across enough old books to realize this one was no modern reprint. The paper used was heavy and the print on the pages looked as if it were hand written in real ink. It looked so much like true pen strokes that when I started comparing different letters, it was obvious that either the pages had been computer printed with a font that intentionally varied the shape of the same letter slightly, or it was, indeed hand written, which would be extremely rare, and VERY old.
I got up and found the magnifier I used when working on tiny things and inspected the pages. Under closer scrutiny, I could see tiny dots of black that had to be minuscule droplets left by a real fountain pen, or maybe even a quil. Yeah, there was no doubt left in my mind that the book was indeed hand written, or hand copied. I returned my attention to the page that was marked and started reading.
While all of the gods had ceremonies, rites and rituals, those for Aphrodite commonly ended in large sexual orgies. The goddess thrived on the sexual energies of her acolytes and worshipers. She was known to collect the sexual energies of the female worshipers orgasms, and, in some cases, enhance the strength of a worshiper's orgasm to drive their sexual energy as high as possible. There are differing thoughts on how this occurred, but it was believed that the temple priests acted as conduits in some way, channeling the female's sexual energy to her.
Some scrolls of the time relate instances of female worshipers becoming acolytes of Aphrodite, capable of channeling sexual energy to the goddess. These acolytes are said to have been gifted by the goddess, to not only channel their sexual energy, but to attract male worshipers by their very presence. These acolytes were typically adorned by golden jewelry, silky white robes and, as the goddess herself, were the most beautiful of the temple's women. Their sexual prowess and appetite was almost insatiable, able to take multiple male worshipers each day, at the same time in many cases. Even so, they were still attached to temple at the desire of the chief priest. The scrolls indicate that if the acolyte lost favor of the chief priest, he could cast her out and she would lose her power to channel to the goddess. Since she would no longer be protected by the temple, but still possess the sexual appetite of an acolyte, once cast out, the city wives would typically cast her into a pit to protect their husbands.
Scrolls document that roman wives would accompany their husbands to the temple and partake in rituals and rites that included sexual relations with others besides their husbands. Some husbands would have relations with as many as three or four different women during one worship session. Wives and husbands having sexual relations with others, even of their own sex, during worship was not considered a violation of their wedding vows, but as a welcome gift to the goddess. As a result many children were born into families from unknown fathers. If these children were girls, they were often gifted to the temple as servants once they were of age, typically six years old. Male children were often gifted to the temple of Zeus to become temple guards.
"Jesus. Is this stuff for real?" I asked myself out loud, thinking about what it said about sexual energy and desire. I had to admit that Lydia was definitely more sexually aggressive than she had been for some time. Was there some possibility that the silly ring she'd found actually was having some kind of effect? I looked down at the ring and considered taking it off. But the thought didn't last long. It was, after all, a special gift from my wife.
Why
would I take it off?
I flipped through the other pages on Aphrodite, glancing at the different rites, rituals and ceremonies it listed, some quite interesting, but all involving some form of sexual gratification. I paused at one and read through the description of a maiden being tied to an x-shaped stand, with all the male participants lining up to have sex with her; it reminded me of some of the more outlandish things I'd read online. I had no idea that some of the modern sexual encounters people partook in were actually ancient in origin. I closed the book and set it aside to go back to work.
The doorbell rang, breaking my concentration. I looked at my watch, nearly eleven-thirty. I frowned and got up, headed to the door to see who it was. I opened the door to two middle-aged, very professional looking women in pantsuits.
"Mister Leonard?" one asked.
"Yes?"
