elizabeth&shirley

THE CHRONICLES OF

ELIZABETH & SHIRLEY

This Is A Short Story About Two Emancipated Women Who Seek To Have Some Sex And Much Frivolity, Wherever They Can Arrange It, Eh?  This Could Make A Good Movie, Or A Provocative Operetta, With The Music Of Ravel’s “Bolero,” Or Richard Strauss’ “Also Sprach Zarathustra,” Or Modeste Muzorfski’s “Pictures At An Exhibition.”

By Izzy Ess Of Silliness

Elizabeth Homestead-Jones was forty-two and on a cruise with her husband, Thomas Jones, a successful CEO at US Steel.  The transatlantic cruise was a bonus gift of US Steel for its top executives in 1999.  There were twelve recipients of the bonus given for that year.  All the executives and their wives had boarded in New York City, after being flown in mainly from the Pittsburgh area.  Elizabeth had known this group for over fifteen years.  She did enjoy the company of Mrs. Shirley Applebee.  They were neighbours and often would have coffee at each other’s homes in the afternoons before their husbands did come home from working at the US Steel headquarters in the business corridor of Pittsburgh.  Their children were now off to colleges around the country and their daytime hours were free to follow some old hobbies and amusements.

Shirley and Elizabeth had enjoyed some shopping trips to NYC and would often go to see a matinee on old Broadway.  Besides the coffee, there was a tendency to have a cocktail, or two, or three, each afternoon and each felt more relaxed in the evenings with their long-time husbands.  They often talked about how interesting it might be to have a fling, or sex affair, but it was only talk.  They sublimated with some kissing and some feelings up when somewhat tipsy, but this, too, was very tentative and not at all intensive.  They mainly laughed about their minor dalliances, while talking about how a serious affair might be exciting and a break from their routines.  It never happened, even once.

On the transatlantic trip, Elizabeth and Shirley did continue titillating speculation about some wild affair which might spice up their lives.  They seemed, they thought, to be approaching something big, but nothing did occur.

One afternoon, the ladies, walking on the promenade, were approached by a young man from Istanbul, who asked if they played bridge.  In fact, Elizabeth and Shirley did play bridge in Pittsburgh, at the Steeler’s Golf and Country Club, each Wednesday afternoon.  The young man, Abdul Moamar, then invited them to join their table in the lounge where they were playing bridge with other passengers in a kind of tournament.  They accepted and followed young Abdul to a long passageway within the upper deck.  Suddenly, another Turkish man, jumped out from one of the cabins and grabbed Elizabeth quite roughly and wrestled her to get her on the floor of the passageway.  Abdul had grabbed Shirley and wrestled her to the floor, as well.  Both women were so startled, they were unable to scream for help.  Both women were dragged into a fair-sized stateroom, gagged, blind-folded and tied with their hands behind their back.  Their clothes were ripped off and they were unceremoniously raped.  Another two men appeared and raped them.  Then, the four men left the room, turning off the lights and locking the door.  Shirley managed to wriggle over to Elizabeth and found her hands behind her back and untied them.  Elizabeth, her hands now freed, untied her friend, who, then was able to untie her ankles and stand up in the dark.  Both women groped around and found the door knob to the front door and turned the latch to unlock it.  Cautiously, they checked the passageway which was lit up, and, naked, they ventured out to try and find the promenade to get some help.  They did find the promenade and screamed for help.  A steward did respond and found some blankets for them and led them to the infirmary where the ship’s doctor and nurse checked them and took samples for sperm and DNA.  The steward paged and found the husbands and brought them back to the infirmary.

Elizabeth and Shirley told their husbands what had happened and both cried, unabashedly.  Sedatives were dispensed and the women calmed down a little.  The husbands led their wives back to their large staterooms where they donned their own pajamas, crawled into their respective beds and fell fitfully asleep.  Both women woke in the middle of the night and demanded that could see each other.  Elizabeth’s husband unlocked the connecting door between their suites, and Shirley came into Elizabeth’s room, crawled into her bed and hugged her.  The husbands tucked them in and left to find a late night snack and cocktail in a lounge for other insomniacs.

The women tried to make some sense of their experience.  They cried and hugged each other fervently.  They decided that this was not the adventure they had been looking for.  Nonetheless, they found themselves excited and turned on in a perverse sort of way.  They admitted that while they were being raped, they were turned on and lubricating.  They did fondle each other’s breasts and private parts and turned each other on with some enthusiasm.  Then, they started laughing, uncontrollably, and decided, as adventures go, this was one for the books.  The next morning, they docked at Torremollinos, an island off the coast of Spain, where they were scheduled to stay in a luxury, tourist hotel for the next two days.  There were large white beaches with beach chairs and large colorful beach umbrellas.  It was relaxing and luxurious with lots of gourmet snacks and potent cocktails.

The foursome of Shirley, Elizabeth and their husbands, stayed together, in a not so subtle, protective way.  When the foursome returned to their cruise ship, the steward sought them out and asked them to come to the captain’s quarters for a conference.  The captain did inform them that the sperm and DNA studies run by an official lab in Spain, identified the perpetrators of the gang rape, as notorious stowaways from Turkey, who preyed on unsuspecting women passengers on the transatlantic cruises.  He said that the cruise ship company would cover any losses that they had of jewelry, clothes and other valuables, inasmuch as robbery was a part of the Turkish gang’s modus operandi.  He said that the women should submit an accounting of their losses, even if it was only clothing.  The captain was profusely apologetic and offered special upgrades in their accommodations plus, special places at the captain’s table for all their meals.

On schedule, the cruise ship docked in Haifa, Israel.  A luxury hotel, the Fontaine Bleu, had been booked for everyone.  Our foursome had adjoining penthouse rooms on the twenty-first floor with a magnificent view from their balcony of the sea, the beaches and the old and modern city.  Tours had been arranged and there was plenty of time for swimming and just lounging on the beach.  Elizabeth and Shirley thought they recognized Abdul, who was waiting on them, and reported him to the concierge, who said he would alert security.  Otherwise, the Haifa stop was quite enjoyable.  Elizabeth and Shirley slept together and slyly told the husbands they were free to just amuse themselves.  They suspected that their husbands might have hired some high class escorts for the night.  Enthusiastically, the two women did enjoy each other’s charms and private parts and felt quite loving, eh?  They realized that they were having quite a love and sex affair and accepted it, as if it were predestined for them, and forgot about affairs with other men, for the time being.

The next stop was Beirut, Lebanon, still the Jewel of the Middle East.  So drunk, one afternoon, they decided to hire themselves two high class male escorts for the evening and told their husbands, who laughed and gave them the “permission” to proceed, with the attitude that they did surely earn it.  The concierge arranged for two extremely tall and jet black male South Africans, with extremely large manhoods, to visit the women in their rooms for a splendid, foursome night of sex and great frivolity.  The next night, with their husband’s permission, they hired two black women to entertain them, and it was a blast.

The cruise ship, next, made scheduled stops at Athens, Greece, the Isle of Capri, and its famous swallows, Venice, Italy, and Genoa in Italy.  The last docking was Marseilles, in France, before they passed through Gibraltar and its famous monkeys, heading back to New York City, USA, where they would get flights to Pittsburgh.  At home, Elizabeth and Shirley restarted their routine of afternoons, with cocktails and great Lesbo sex.  They liked to turn each other on with tales of their adventures on the cruise and the stops along the way.  They indulged in weekly, secret afternoons with well-paid escorts, male and female, who engaged them in exciting sex and much frivolity.  Their very wealthy husbands were aware of their peccadillos, and encouraged both their wives, presumably, to be quite free to indulge themselves with high-priced prostitutes.

At the Steeler’s Golf and Country Club biennial Golf and Bridge Tournaments, Elizabeth and Shirley won first prizes in both golf and bridge.  They claimed the special time with golf pros and the lifetime Master’s bridge players and cornered them in the Ninth Hole Lounge for sex and much frivolity.  Elizabeth and Shirley had gained their notoriety in the high societies of Pittsburgh and were invited to many private sessions with the socialites for sex and much frivolity.  They did rub elbows and other body parts with the Mayor of Pittsburgh, the local congressman and both the Pennsylvanian elected Senators, in their respective oval offices.

Suffice to say, dear readers, this has gotten out of hand and my imagination suggests Elizabeth and Shirley aimed quite high.  They had their eye on the President of the USA and his first Lady, plus the Cabinet Secretaries and their mates, and would have scored a triumph if I had not stopped my silly writing, here and now.  I may write a Shirley and Elizabeth bold sequel but for now, this is

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Wetland, Kanata

December 19, 2013