Cuckold to an Emperor Ch. 04

Julia awoke as the rays of a warm spring sun cast upon her face. She lay there and allowed the warmth of the light ease her from her peaceful slumber. As she returned to her body, she realized she was in her husband's arms. Engulfed by her masculine form, Julia cuddled back into him, feeling safe and secure with him as her protector. As she did, she brushed against his member, which had been lying flaccid against the soft roundness of her ass. Ever since that fateful night 3 months earlier in the Palace of the Emperor, Julia and her husband had taken to sleeping naked. She enjoyed the feeling - the warmth of his body protecting her from the cold of the night, the softness of his skin on hers, the strength but gentleness of his hands when they cupped and stroked and caressed her body. She enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability at the hands of her husband, reinforcing her trust in his love and affection.

The slight stimulation was sufficient to slowly bring both Metellus and his member from their slumber. Julia continued to press gently against her husband's body enjoying it come to life all around her. Metellus' hand moved down across her chest and softly cupped her left breast. He ran the very tips of his fingers across her naked skin, stimulating her nipples into embarrassing hardness, while providing his cock with even more motivation to harden.

"Morning my love," Metellus whispered in Julia's ear. His words made her smile involuntarily, as they did every time he called her "my love". Julia was much younger than Metellus, almost 25 years his junior and yet she always felt he loved her beyond simple affection associated with other political marriages. It was deep and meaningful, rendering age irrelevant.

"Good morning," Julia replied, continuing to enjoy the simple pleasures of the feeling of Metellus' body against hers. However, it became increasingly apparent that Metellus had more than simple pleasures in mind. As he continued to wake his hand released her breast and ran across her flat stomach to her womanhood. Julia involuntarily parted her legs slightly to allow her husband greater access to her. Upon touching her pussy, a shot of pleasure ran through her body. She had little time to enjoy it in isolation because Metellus wasted little time sliding a finger into her. She moaned, pressing herself against her husband's body as he began to work her womanhood with his hand. Julia was amazed at how wet she was and how quickly she became aroused these days. The simple touch of a man, let alone her husband, seemed enough to generate a preparatory response from her body. At first she had been embarrassed but such and obvious demonstration of her arousal, particularly when part of her continued to resist her circumstances. But now, three months after that fateful night as the Emperor's guest, she had come to terms with it and simply embraced the pleasure that subsequently followed her inevitable arousal.

Her husband began to kiss her shoulders and neck, intensifying her stimulation even more. Only Metellus did that to her, a sign of his love that differentiated him from her many other lovers. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair, which continued to be thick and bushy despite his age. He was a virile man who, despite their age difference and Julia's recent experiences, was more than a match for her sexuality.

As Metellus finally removed himself, Julia, continuing the lay on her side, arched her back and slid her hand down her husband's body to his now erect cock. Julia had been with many men over the past three months and continued to be pleased by the size of her husband's cock. It certainly was not the biggest she had been forced to have inside her pussy or ass, but it was above average, and enjoyably thick. After stroking it several times, providing her husband additional stimulation, she guided it to her womanhood and pressed against it. As her husband took over the penetration, Julia leaned her body away from her husband slightly providing him with even greater access. Julia remembered the first time her husband had penetrated her, the difficulty and pain, matched with undeniably pleasure. Now, after being bedded by over 50 men and becoming highly aroused and wet, Julia's body accepted her husband's member with ease. With one thrust, Julia felt wonderfully full and even closer to her husband.

Metellus quickly built pace as he enjoyed the pleasures of his wife body. He reached up and grabbed Julia's long blond locks, pulling back on them to provide leverage. Julia had noticed that since the debauchery of her bedding by the Emperor, his guards and slaves, her husband had begun to indulge himself in more vigorous sex. It was not every time, but it certainly was a regular occurrence and one that Julia found surprisingly enjoyable. She preferred not to be simply used like a whore but the fact she had absolute faith in her husband's love, his active love making was incredibly arousing.

And so, it did not take long for Julia to begin screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs. She quickly reached a sustained orgasm at the expert hands of her husband as Metellus pounded away at her body with impressive stamina. Julia had learned to love sex over the past three months and she enjoyed sex with her husband more than anything in the entire world. She reached up and kneaded her own breasts, pinching her erect nipples sending shoots of pain and pleasure through her already stimulated body. Julia continued to scream, throwing off her previously shy persona, as the doors of their bedroom opened. In walked Sibionous, Master House Slave and Personal Attendant to Metellus. He did not react to his master's actions, simply entered the room and stood back from the bed at the assigned time and awaited his Master's orders. Julia noticed Sibionous enter but did not stop; she had become accustomed to being fucked in front of an audience. Even if she objected, there was little she could do as the pleasure the Metellus brought her as he roughly bedded her rendered her speechless.

Metellus continued to build pace as he neared climax. As he did, he began to whisper dirty things in Julia's ear, exciting them both even more.

"You like being fucked hard don't you slut," Metellus grunted as he thrust hard and fast.

"By the Gods, yes, fuck me like a whore, please do it harder," Julia squealed as she was roughly fucked by her husband, "Do you like watching me be a whore?"

"Yes my little slut, I love watching you work their big cocks in your nubile body."

The back and forth between husband and wife proved too much for Metellus and with several deep, penetrating thrusts, he pumped his thick cum into his young wife. Julia arched her back even further and met her husband's strokes. She loved the feeling of her husband's cum shooting into her, knowing that with every stroke she was giving him so much pleasure.

As he finished, Metellus pulled his wife closer to him and held her in a warm embrace. There they laid for several minutes, enjoying the wonderful afterglow of their love making.

"That's a wonderful way to wake up in the morning," Metellus declared, whispering in his wife's ear. Julia smiled. It definitely was, and they had the rest of their lives to repeat it.

***

After their morning exertions, Metellus and Julia quickly bathed and dressed for the early morning Audiences. They were a critical part of what made Rome work as a City and an Empire and despite the disregard afforded the ancient social order by some of Metellus' aristocratic counterparts; he worked hard as Patron to his many Clients.

Metellus entered the Audience Room and took his seat on the large arm chair on the slightly raised platform. The Audience room was a long antechamber that lead to the entrance to the Publii homestead, at which Metellus' clients and members of the general public waited to see him. As a Lawyer in the Courts, Metellus had accumulated many supporters who he continued to have dealings with. Many simply took the daily handouts of bread or coin, which were customary, but Metellus was proud of the fact that most of his Client relationships were mutually beneficial and highly productive.

As Metellus sat, he noticed his wife join him and sit beside on a slightly smaller and lower seat. It was highly unusual for wives to join their husbands during such Audiences, as patriarchal Rome felt issues as important as the maintenance of critical commercial and political relationships above the capacity of women. But Metellus had always valued his wife's input, having found her to be intelligent and insightful in all matter, particularly regarding trade deals. But Metellus freely admitted that having his wife by his side was as much a reflection of her distracting beauty as it was her intelligence, a fact which Julia acknowledge and dressed appropriately.

And so as Metellus turned to glance at his wife, he could not help but gawk at the revealing emerald green dress she wore. Ever since she had become the preferred sexual partner of the Emperor and so many other men, Julia had taken to dressing highly provocatively in an attempt to further distract her husband's commercial partners during their negotiations. Today her dress revealed much of her ample milky white bust, with the dress covering only the lower part of her breasts and barely her nipples. Metellus stared, knowing that if it wasn't for the thin straps on her shoulders, she would undoubtedly fall out of her dress.

Julia noticed her husband's attention. She playfully slapped at his shoulder, drawing him from his apparent cleavage induced stupor.

"This is meant to distract them, not you," Julia quipped gesturing to the gathering group outside, "You do your job and I will do mine. Julia momentarily rested her hands on the soft mounds of her breasts, squeezing them together before placing her hands folded in her lap.

Metellus looked over to the door way where Sibionous stood awaiting his master's signal. Metellus nodded only slightly and within moments, Sibionous threw open the doors and so began the long progression of Clients seeking and audience with their Patron. Unfortunately, it was a most disappointing session with few issues of note or worth raised and an unfortunately high share of serial beggars. Finally, towards the end of the morning, a worthy client appeared.

"Claudius," Metellus declared, "How good it is to see you. How fares this seasons crops? I hear the weather has been unkind to many."

"That is all too true," Claudius declared, "but that is never an excuse for skilled merchant. I have secured a sizeable share of the crop and am eager to trade."

"Very good. You are to be commended. I will happily pay you on the same terms as last year." Metellus declared.

"Unfortunately, that will not be sufficient. The shortage has caused a rush in demand and I can secure much higher prices this year than last."

"A ten percent rise then?"

"Forty percent is much more appropriate."

"Forty percent!!! I cannot justify paying that much."

"Then I may need to seek an alternate buyer." Sudden silence befell the two men as they both realised they had reached an impasse. Neither man spoke, let alone moved, for what felt like an age, each of them waiting for the other man to fold. Finally, it was Julia who spoke.

"Claudius," Julia began, "I can see from this discussion why my husband regards you so highly. You are indeed a skilled merchant." Claudius smiled.

"Thank you, "Claudius replied, "And you are as kind as you are beautiful. It is true your husband is one of the most fortunate men in the Empire to have you as his wife."

"I know I am only a woman, and know little about these matters but it is my opinion that the deal my husband offers is indeed fair. It would seem an issue of the finer details. Should you agree to the broader terms, I would suggest you and I retire to negotiate the minutiae in private?" After a slight pause, Claudius suddenly realised what was being offered to him.

"I would accept those terms if your Husband is agreeable."

"I am," Metellus responded, "I will entrust you to my wife's company to finalise the deal." Claudius bowed as Julia stood. With a swaying walk that created an almost hypnotic bounce in her bust, Julia turned and walked away from her husband, with the merchant following closely behind.

After one final client, Metellus ordered to Sibionous to close the doors and bring a close to the session. But just as the slave went to lock the doors, a man appeared carry the seal of the Emperor. Metellus gestured to Sibionous to allow the man to enter.

"Metellus," the man declared, "Our Great Emperor and Lord of Rome invites you and your wife to accompany him to the Coliseum this day to watch the finale of the Great Games of Jupiter so thrown by our glorious leader." Upon finishing his declaration, the man turned and left, without waiting for a reply. Metellus knew he didn't need to respond, rejection of the Emperor's invitation was not an option. And so, as he turned to leave the audience chamber and find his wife, he was left with an ominous feeling in his stomach. An invitation from the Emperor was often equivalent to a death sentence.

Metellus did not have difficulty finding his wife. Following her moans and screams, Metellus found Julia lying on an ottoman in the main lounge, her green wrap dress roughly pulled open to reveal the soft white skin of her sensual body. Yet most of her form was covered by Claudius bulk, as the merchant embraced his circumstances and thoroughly ravaged the young woman's body. He used both hands to cup and grope Julia's substantial breasts, feeding her erect nipples into his wanton mouth. Julia's hands ran through Claudius hair as he feasted on her breasts, sending sparks of stimulation that complimented the waves of pleasure washing over the young wife's body from the merchants cock pumping into her.

Metellus sat on a seat directly opposite his wife and the merchant and watched as Claudius furiously worked his member into Julia. He had become accustomed to the sight of his wife being bedded by another man and now that the initial jealousy had passed, he found himself enjoying the simple erotic pleasures of his wife's copulations. Julia turned and looked at her husband, her face adorned by a large, blissful smile as she embraced the pleasure she was receiving from Claudius' attentions.

Metellus returned his wife's smile with one of his own, as Claudius's quickening pace returned Julia's attentions to the intensifying pleasure she was receiving. Metellus was impressed by the Merchant's stamina in the circumstances – many men when given the opportunity to fuck Julia had cum quickly, excited by the overt sexuality of the woman's body and the perversion of the situation. But Claudius did not last too much longer. After several more minutes, his body tensed and he pushed himself deep inside Julia's body as he released his fluids into her. He moaned as he thrust deep, orgasm washing over him as Julia pulled Claudius into her with hands on his naked ass.

After several moments, they stopped rocking against one another and Claudius slipped out of Julia and stood up. Thick white cum gushed from Julia's well used cunt and onto the floor, providing yet another unpleasant task for the cleaning slaves. Claudius quickly dressed himself and straightened up his clothes before turning to Metellus.

"I will organize shipment immediately," Claudius declared, bowing to the Senator and then turned to a still naked and splayed Julia, "Thank you again, that was most enjoyable."

"Thank you," Julia replied joyfully, "hopefully you can present further deals to my husband for us to negotiate." Julia laughed at her own joke, making Claudius and Metellus smile at the young woman's forwardness and openness to being sexed. And with that, Claudius departed.

As the merchant left, Julia sat up and went to dress herself but Metellus stopped her.

"We have been summoned to attend the Games as guests of the Emperor. You must change into more....suitable attire."

"A woman's work is never done," Julia sighed, before standing up and walking over to her seated husband. Pressing her body against his, she cradled his head and nestled them between her large breasts, embracing him with her recently used body. Metellus could not help but reach up and caress her tits, pinching at her nipples that were only moments before in the mouth of another man.

"Not now," Julia moaned, clearly stimulated by her husband's touch, "I must prepare for the Games. I promise you some fun tonight." And with that, Julia prepared herself for the humiliation that was to follow.

*****

Caligula was the mortal enemy of Patricians and Senators alike for his volatile, unpredictable ruthlessness and penchant for purging the elite members of Roman society at a whim. But to the public, he was adored for his near continuous Games at the Arena and free Grain doll. It might have been bankrupting the Empire but that was of little concern for Caligula. And so, the most recent Games whipped up further public favour for the Emperor, making the task of disposing him even more difficult.

Metellus led Julia up the internal stairs of the Coliseum and to the rear of the Emperor's private box after midday. Julia wore a traditional white Roman robe with a senatorial sash to reflect her husband's station. It was the same robe she wore the first time to the Emperor had fucked her, providing easy access to the man, or more likely men, who were about to fuck her.

They were met by one of the Caligula's advisers, a conniving man by the name of Luscius who with the Emperor was systematically accumulating an immense stockpile of wealth at the cost of the Patrician Romans. He was almost as hated as Caligula by the Senators and was next on their deathlist. But for the time being, they all had to bide their time.

"Ah good, Metellus," Lusicius began, "Thank you for bringing your lovely wife with you. Can you please ask her to suck my cock while we discuss important matters of State." Metellus' blood began to boil at the gall of this man, but Julia placed a hand softly on his arm to calm him before falling slowly to her knees. She quickly removed Luscius' cock from his toga and began to work it with her mouth.

"Your wife's skills are legendary, I had to experience them for myself," Luscius moaned as Julia frantically worked at his member with her mouth.

"What is it you wish to discuss Luscius, and make it quick?" Metellus demanded forcefully. Luscius just smiled.

"Very well," Luscius began, "The Emperor has one of the Barbarian Chieftains from beyond the Danube Frontier as his guest. He is making preparations for his campaign in the north. He wants help from your wife to keep the Chieftain....pleased." Metellus took this request in his stride, it certainly wasn't the first time his wife had been used for political purposes.

"Is there anything in particular I should know about this Barbarian?" Metellus enquired. Luscius was slow in responding as he closed his eyes momentarily and placed a hand on the back on Julia's furiously bobbing head.

"Nothing you wife can't figure out for yourself. You will both watch the Games with the Emperor until the Chieftain wishes to retire with your wife. You will then leave."

"You mean I am to leave my wife alone with a marauding Barbarian. What of her safety? How am I to protect her?" Just as Metellus finished protesting, the Barbarian Chief walked into the room. He was even larger and more imposing than Metellus imagined – he must have stood at least 8 foot tall with broad shoulders and large muscular arms, likely from swinging a ferocious doubled headed axe for which the Barbarians were famed. He wore a leather and iron helm, adorned, that covered long, dirty blond hair, a silken tunic with leather overcoat and a fur-lined skirt similar to the kilts seen worn by the Barbarians of northern Britannia.