The Glove

Sharon glanced at the deck of cards she held in her and then at the four other women who were sitting around the table. Nothing here she said somewhat lethargically. She yawned and stretched her arms out. Girls this is really starting to strain my eyes. "If it is alright with you, I would just as soon we do something else." "I am all for that to," chimed in the old lady sitting across from her. "Me to," joined in two other voices. The four women usually gathered at Flora's home every week to play bridge, then they would spend the rest of the evening talking, gossipping, and telling stories to each other, and now all eyes turned to Flora, as she usually had some juicy little tit-bit to tell that would get them all laughing.1

She looked back at them and smiled, then  removed her spectacles and wiped them off. "Girls, I hate to disappoint you this evening, but I really don't have anything of interest to tell you, so I will just skip my turn this time. What about you Iris? We have not heard very much from you lately." "Oh, I think I will skip my turn to," she replied with a grin on her face. "Why Iris, you never tell us anything. Didn't you ever have any experience in your whole life, that is worth talking about?" They could see her colouring at this remark of Mary Beth's. Iris had now become a little angry. 2

"Girls," she said, with a mocking smile on her face, "rather you believe it or not, I have been around in my day." They looked at her, somewhat astonished. Mary Beth was the first to speak. "Alright tell us Mary, where have you been?" The question had a ring of disbelief and doubt, which only added fuel to Iris's anger. They could see her face colouring a brighter shade of red, that seemed to match her maroon coloured dress. 3

"Girls," she said, "you can go ahead and laugh all you want, but I have been around. In fact, when I was twenty five years old, my husband and I lived in Europe for four years. During this time we also spent a few months in Rome." From the way they were looking at her, she could tell that they did not believe a word of what she said.4

"Alright girls," she said, "since you doubt me, I will tell you a story that I have never told anyone, not even my dear husband, rest his soul." They were all now staring at her, and smiling. "Why Iris," she said, "this does come as a surprise. I didn't even know that you had a husband, and I certainly didn't know that you lived in Europe." "Yes it is all very true, but you probably will not believe the story that I am about to tell you, even though, every word of it is true. Girls, believe it or not, I got laid right in front of my dear husband, but yet, he did not know it, and he never knew it, up until the day the day he died. Girls, I see that I now have your undivided attention."5

Mary Beth was the first to speak: "My dear Iris, I think that you are either pulling our leg, or have been in the cooking wine again, but we will listen to your story. In fact, we are quite curious, so please proceed with your tale my dear." 6

"Yes I will, but please remember girls, what I am about to relate to you, happened fifty years ago. Back in those days, I was beautiful. The wrinkled skin on my face, was soft, white, and smooth, set with dark brown eyes and full red lips, and my hair was long, black and flowing. Alright, I will not continue to bore you with these personal details. I will now tell you my story, as I can see that you are anxiously waiting." 7

"It was the summer of 1952. As I have already told you, my husband and I lived in Rome at this time. It was our anniversary, and my husband had decided to take me to an opera. Now I have never been an opera fan, but my husband thought it would be a new experience for me. This particular show was called Caligula." The women began to laugh and Mary Beth chimed in. "Who on earth is Caligula? That is a funny name for an Opera."8

"Now that is what I was going to explain to you. Caligula was was a Roman emperor, known for his many sexual escapades and his jaded appetite for sensual adventures. I do not think that my husband really knew what we were going to when he purchased the ticket, and of course I didn't know what it was all about either. We arrived at the theater at around 8:00 pm. I was dressed in my favourite dark coloured knee length skirt and blouse, with frill laces around the top. It was one of those low cut v shaped ones that are designed to expose a lot of cleavage, and in those days, I had a lot to show. I wore my hair piled up, and pinned in a braid, so that the locks, cascaded down in ringlets over my shoulders, and with a little combed down in the front, which I thought, gave me a sexy look. My husband was dressed in a dark coloured suit and a hat, and with his curly mustache, he looked absolutely dashing. Everyone said we made a beautiful couple. We walked up to the doors arm in arm, like new lovers. The gentleman took my husband ticket. We then proceeded through the arched entrance way, and up to the theatre box. Now if you have never been to a opera house, in the upper balcony, there are booths that are separated from each other by partitions, and each one has about four seats, and if you are willing to pay more, then you can have your private booth. I entered first and took my seat and my husband then sat down beside me. Now as I have told you, I had never been to an opera and the whole place looked so large and impressively elegant, especially in the eyes of a young woman like myself at the time. We were looking right down on a sea of people below, whose eyes were all fixed on the stage, waiting for the curtains to open and the play to begin.9

We waited for quite a long time. I was really getting bored, as I was young and restless in those days. Finally the music started playing some piece by Mendelssohn, then the curtains opened, and the actors began to come out. At first, I was shocked at the way they were dressed. All the male actors were clad in some kind of outfits that clung to every inch of their bodies, to give them the appearance being naked. The females were dressed even more daringly, in what looked like nets around their bodies, with only little patches, to cover their private areas. One of the actors was actually wearing a Roman toga and a wreath crown on his head. I assumed that he was playing the part of the jaded emperor . Then the actors began the dance routine. The women strutted along in front, wiggling their asses temptingly, while the men followed them until they formed a circle. It was then that the emperor sprung into the middle, and the actors moved around him. Each male actor, then took the woman right next to him in his arms and kissed her, and the women rubbed and ground their asses against their male counterparts. Then all at the same time, each man lifted his woman up and they all went through the motions of sexual intercourse, as they moved in sync with each other to the music, the men thrusting their hips forward and the women flinging and throwing their heads back, with their long hair flying out as the men flung them around. They moved faster and faster until they reached a crescendo with the music, then they stopped. 10

The action then became focused on the one in the middle or you might say the emperor. He began to sing in a deep operatic voice. All the women then bent over so that they were collectively mooning him, while the men went around to form an outer circle. He then went around to each of the women, thrusting himself at their rears and grabbing at their breast, emulating the motions of sex, as they bent down in front of the men, as though they were talking their cocks into the mouths, and the whole act took on the appearance of a wild orgy. 11

I could not believe what I was watching. As you know this was the fifties, and you could only see something like this in Rome. But I have to confess girls, that all this made me extremely hot, and was wishing all the while that my husband would fuck me right there in the booth, but he was just sitting their starring straight ahead. Suddenly the side-door of the booth opened, and in walked a tall man, and I must say, a very handsome one, who took his sit right beside me. To be honest with you, he was even better looking then my husband, and I loved his Italian look, with his dark wavy hair and olive skin. As he sat there, watching the play, I could also see that he was getting very honey also, and he began to stare at my breast like a kid hungrily eyes a lollipop. At this point, I did not care. In fact, I was so hot that I welcomed his glances and I felt myself wanting him really badly. We were sitting there looking at each other and smiling, our lust for each other building, like a smouldering furnace. I was now so hot for him that I could taste him, and I knew he felt the same. The only problem, was now my husband, who was just sitting there, unaware of anything. Finally, I just had a devise a way to get him out for a while."12

"Honey," I said, "I am feeling a bit hungry. Would you please go down to the cafe and bring me back a sandwich." "My husband, of course, stupidly complied with my wishes, and went out of the booth. He had no sooner left, then the gentleman leaned over and started kissing me. I then turned toward him and deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth wide to received his exploring tongue, as I pushed my own tongue into his mouth, to probe and tangle with his. As we kissed, one of his hands caressed and stroked my breast, while his other hand, worked between my thighs and began frigging me. I spread my legs wide apart to allow him better access to my love tunnel, and I was was moaning into his mouth as his tongue knocked at my tonsils. He was wearing a pair of black gloves, and as he plunged his fingers into me, I had the sensation that a hard penis was thrusting in and out of my cunt. I felt an orgasm coming on. I writhed and squirmed around, and arched myself upward to meet the thrust of his fingers, that he plunged in and out of me faster and faster, as his tongue continued repeat the action in my mouth. I was just about to come when I heard the sound of my husband outside the booth. We broke apart right away. I then smoothed out my skirt and tried to maintain a straight look as he walked in and handed me my sandwich." 13

"Honey I am sorry, but you forgot to bring me something to drink. You know honey that I can't eat my food without a drink." "Oh, I am sorry dear, I will go back and get you a drink." "My poor dear husband, then left the booth again. We then continued with our protracted kiss and he started frigging me again with his gloved hand. I could take it no longer. "Please, I said, I am so hot for you. I want you to fuck me with your cock baby. Come on baby I want to feel your big tool all the way in my love hole. Hurry baby and fuck me before my husband gets back." "We had now completely forgotten about the actors on stage, as we had our own show going. The gentleman waisted no time complying with me. He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, rock hard cock, which I regarded with lots of oohs and aahs. He then pulled my dress up over my thighs. I was now sprawled out in the chair with my legs spread out. He pulled my panties down which I proceeded to kick onto the floor. Then he crawled between my legs which I locked around his back, as he plunged into me.14

He fucked me like crazy, ramming me repeatedly with his big long cock. I went wild. I fucked him back just as hard, raising my hips up and down to meet his powerful thrust, and trying to get him deeper inside me. I could hear the slush slush sound, as the walls of my pussy muscles contracted, forming a vacuum on his cock, pulling him into me. As my orgasm approached, I began to moan and yell. I had almost forgotten that there was people all around us, but I was really too overcome with ecstasy and lust to care. We both came in a sensational orgasm. He then stiffened against me, as he shot the last load of his come into me, and our moans and grunts mingled into an erotic chorus. I could now hear people
laughing down below. I figured that it was directed at what was going on in our booth rather then on stage. When our orgasm subsided, it was not yet over.15

He then lifted me up, so that I was pole vaulted on his cock. He took me over to the side of the partition, and began slamming me with deep hard thrust. I could now hear the reaction and laughter of the audience. Since we were behind the booth wall and above their line of site, I am sure that they could not see us, but I think they could hear all the noise we were making, and I believe we were starting to steal the show from the actors. We fucked like animals in heat, until we reached still another very intense orgasm, and once again our moans and sighs reached an erotic crescendo. We could hear the audience applauding, not for the actors, but the sideshow we were putting on. Actually what was happening on the stage was fake, but what we were doing was the real thing. We probably would have gone on a lot longer, but I sensed that my husband would return anytime. I then reminded him. We both put our cloths back on, straighted them out, and took our sits. He then handed me his black glove to remember him, by which I put in my purse. When my husband returned with my drink, everything looked completely in order and normal. He then gave me my drink, and ask me if there was anything else he could get me." "No honey, I said smiling at him, I already have everything I want and I am completely satisfied." We then proceeded to watch the rest of the play." "Girls I see that you are looking at me rather queerly. You don't believe a word of what I said do you?"16

"Well," said Mary Beth, "it is a little too much to swallow." "I think that is a pretty wild story Iris", said Sharon, smiling at her. "Yes she has apparently been at the cooking sherry again." chimed in the other two women. 17

"Girls" she said, "if you don't believe me, I have proof that everything I told you is the truth." "My dear Iris," replied Mary Beth, "what proof could you possibly have after fifty years?"18

"I have the proof right here with me girls." She then reached into her purse, an took out an old black glove and tossed it on the table. The four women then stared at it at it, and then looked at her in amazement.19

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