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I agreed and with a last kiss, fell asleep. The morning was hectic as she had to pack, and I had to go to the office. Mary Ann was already there with my mail and some documents I had to sign and told me that she had set a meeting with Sir Allan during the morning. She had to leave early to pack her own things and smiled.
"Poor little boy will have to sleep on his own tonight! Do you want company? I've that sexy little nightgown that has never been worn before: do you want to see it? With me in it? Shall I tell Maureen that I can travel only tomorrow?"
I told her to go away and tempt another man since I was already promised to two women; she tilted her head looking at me and asked herself: "Two women? Maureen and who else? Did I receive certain promises I don't know about? James, we´ll have to talk about this; not today, but soon!"
She walked away, moving her hips sensuously and looking back, blew me a kiss. The morning moved on and when I spoke with Sir Allan, he told me that Mr. Cunningham had called him already and confirmed that everything had gone very well. My presentation was excellent, but the best part was where I showed our year-to-date sales. It was the best performance this year within the Group and if nothing went wrong, we would be number one in sales in the Group, at least percentage wise. Other companies were bigger, we were better. I also asked him for a recommendation for a solicitor to handle the purchase of the flat and he suggested a friend of his he trusted. I contacted him after I left Sir Allan and set up a meeting in the late afternoon.
My staff was very happy with the praise I could communicate from headquarters and a sizable bonus in sight, and the appreciation of the Group for an outstanding performance was certainly good on their résumés. We discussed what we had to do the next two days and then set priorities for the two weeks of my absence, and things seemed to be under control. Mary Ann vanished before lunch and Peter appeared to take me to lunch.
"James, thank you once more to have me as your best man. You've become a good friend and you can count on me whenever you need it. But tell me one thing: what do I have to do to get Mary Ann interested in me? I took her out twice for lunch and all I can say that she is a fascinating woman; smart, beautiful, charming if she wants it, but when I made an innocent joke about you, she just froze and glared at me as if I had committed lèse majesté. She really likes you and defends you with daggers and claws; I know that you're a good guy and an excellent people manager, but what did you do to deserve such loyalty? The only time she seemed to be interested in me was when she asked me to tell her more about wine, the different grapes and basics of winemaking. Do you believe that she might perhaps accept an invitation to visit some wine growers?"
I made some appropriate noises of support, but I knew that soon he would be very disappointed. When I met the solicitor, he went through the documents I had and others my colleague had given me in the States, and said that there seemed to be no problem, but time; with me going off on my honeymoon any possible problem would duplicate. He seemed to be resourceful, however, and offered several options. I told him that I would talk to my bank manager and that he should spend some time to find a solution by tomorrow morning. I went home and called Maureen: there seemed to be a bit of panic in the air and the conversation was rather short. The next day I managed to get the two professionals together and by noon we had an agreement. I called the guy in the States, told him what I had done and sent a copy of the proposed documents over to him. He sent the draft contract back already signed and I told the bank to release the first payment to him. We had our own home now.
The sales office was in turmoil as I wanted to finish my work, and everyone was jumping through the hoops. Peter was a tremendous help and later Sir Allan called that he would come to my wedding; what a pleasant surprise! I had learned to respect the man not only for his position, but also for his leadership and character.
One more lonely night and when the morning dawned, I was ready for the huge change in my life. I was going to marry the most gorgeous woman in the world, and I would have her for all my life!
I went once more to the office to pick up the last documents I had to check and sign as I could do that on the plane, and received a big hurray when I left for the airport. Australians are different people, but nice. They also told me that their wedding present was already in Brisbane.
The flight was without problems, the documents were checked and signed, the bank manager advised that the payment had been deposited in the account in the States, the solicitor promised to handle the rest and when we came back to Sydney, all would be resolved.
To my surprise Maureen was not at the airport, but Mary Ann picked me up. Her smile was lighting up the airport and she hugged me.
"Darling, Maureen could not make it. She's close to a nervous breakdown and Mrs. Monahan is closeted in her hotel and doesn't talk to anyone. What a mess! But you're here now, and we'll resolve this. Let's go and calm Maureen down!"
She kissed me and took my arm, dragging me to the car. Eileen had apparently liberated the Mercedes with a driver, and we were rapidly taken to her house. Maureen was beautiful as always, but she seemed to be close to screaming.
"My love, you were absolutely right! This is a circus! What am I doing here? Let's run away and just have a little private ceremony: you and me, and Mom. And Mary Ann, of course. She´s been a true friend and help - without her I´d be in hospital!"
She embraced Mary Ann and kissed her on the mouth, and she responded in kind. I was surprised: what had happened here in Brisbane? I was certain, however, that someone would tell me one day: isn´t the husband always the last one to know?
"James, we have to run around all afternoon and you´ll have to stay on your own. You know the house; food and wine are in the house, there are books and music, and perhaps you could even lie down and relax. Tomorrow will be worse. I'll keep in touch." and kissing me, she left. Mary Ann followed her, but turned around.
"I've been given permission to kiss you whenever I want, and it doesn't have to be a chaste little peck. So come here!" and she took me in her arms and really, really kissed me. Suddenly we heard Maureen calling: "Time out, Mary Ann! We have to go!"
Reluctantly I let her go, the touch of her firm body against mine was wonderful, and her lips very sweet. Then I remembered that I was going to be married to Maureen tomorrow, and here I was kissing another woman, and enjoying it!
They left and I was alone, again. I made lunch, had a glass of wine and relaxed and I discovered that lying down for a while was quite tempting. Sir Allan had invited me for dinner and when I woke up it was time to shower, change and get to the restaurant. There was a message from Maureen on my phone not to be late and come home early, since tomorrow was a busy day.
Sir Allan, his wife and I had a wonderful relaxing conversation; we talked a bit about the company and my plans for the future, more about my family and the possible connection between our ancestors, and music and theatre and God knows what else. Then he said that he was told to remind me to get home early and they said goodbye.
When I arrived there a note was attached to the door and it was in Maureen´s handwriting. I was told to get a shower, change into something comfortable and search for her gift. The house was dimly illuminated, and some classical music played in the background. I went to our bedroom and found another note:
"James, this gift is from me; take it with love and open it gently. I give it to you with my love and my blessing."
I left the bedroom to find out what this meant: there was music coming out of Eileen's bedroom and when I opened the door, Mary Ann lay nude on the bed, with a glowing but also hesitant smile, her arms open, and her legs slightly spread.
She was a picture of beauty: her long black hair surrounded her face, her sapphire eyes were glowing, deep pools filled with love and full of life and joy, her tongue licking her lips, her firm breasts proudly presented with small dark areolae and very stiff, upstanding nipples, her waist was narrow, and her pronounced labia were open for my inspection. Her legs were long and slender: runner´s legs. I came closer and she said: "I was told to give you a message that Maureen said you would understand: 'anytime and anyhow'."
Then she opened her arms even wider. "Come here, my love. I've been waiting for such a long time to be with you, for you to make me your woman, for my life to change. If you want me, I'll be yours forever, only yours, and nobody will ever touch me. I know about you and Eileen, and they accepted me as the third part of your family. We discussed this for a long time, my love, and if you want us, we'll be there always: Maureen and you bonded in soul and heart and always first, and Eileen and I as your partners in love and happiness. We'll protect both of you with our life; you have our hearts in your hand and we trust you blindly that you'll always be ours and protect us."
She looked at me waiting for my response. I wondered for a moment what really had happened between them; the picture before me and the message I understood well, since it was the confirmation that only I would recognize: if I wanted to accept her, she was welcome in our hearts. I remembered Maureen´s words that she knew what she was doing, and I only could hope that she was right.
Could I handle it, however? Could I make three women happy? I looked into her eyes, which were anxiously waiting for my response. Then I took a deep breath and decided to let the future decide for itself where our path would lead us. Maureen was the one who had started it and if she wanted to try and risk hurt and pain, or gain happiness and joy, who was I to reject it?
I smiled and bent down to kiss her, then took off my clothes and lay beside her. She was beautiful: her eyes were sparkling now, knowing my acceptance and that I wanted her; then she stretched and kissed me; her hands caressed my body and a sigh of contentment escaped her lips.
"This is what I've been dreaming of the last months; having you in my bed, touching you all over, and being touched by you."
She hesitated and said: "My love, I'm still a virgin. I want to give myself to you, for you to be my first and the only man who will ever touch me. I know that you'll be gentle, but do whatever you want, and I do understand also the message 'anytime and anyhow'. Maureen showed me the note to you, and she smiled when she wrote to open up your gift. So open me up gently, my love. And one thing I've to say: when I got to know you better and started to have hopes for us, I went on the pill. We'll only have children if you decide it, my love, but that is enough of serious talk, please love me now."
She spread her legs wide and took my hand, laying it on her pussy. "This is yours, only yours."
She looked up into my face and offered me her lips. I nibbled on them and caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues dueled for a minute as she rubbed against me. There was no reason to hurry; we had all the night for us. I stroked her hair, her glorious black long hair, with a sensual perfume wafting over to me. Her eyes were dark blue, almost black now, and smiling at me. I kissed them and slowly drifted down her face, touching her pert little nose, her wide smile with her tongue slipping out and hunting mine. I let it capture mine and we battled a while; when she finally won, she pushed her chest forward.
"I know that this is one of your favorite pastimes, caressing and enjoying your women's breasts. Since I'm now one of them, go ahead, my love."
I stopped first at her ears, licking her earlobes and she moaned satisfied. Then the journey continued and sliding down her slender neck, I arrived at her proud breasts. I looked at them and I had seen them before and touched them, but now I had full and unrestricted access and I intended to use that to full extent.
The areolae were small, smaller than Eileen´s or Maureen´s puffy ones, but very dark. She was visibly excited, and her stiff nipples were extended close to an inch. I did not touch them immediately: first I circled her proud mounds with my hand, and then gently squeezed them. They were elastic and moved easily but maintained their firm structure; it was an exciting game to see how far I could play with them. She protested that she wanted no teasing; she wanted me and pulled my head to her breast. I followed orders and started to feast on them, taking the stiff nipple into my mouth and sucking it, tonguing the nipple, laving it with love, and finally, biting it gently. She thrust her body up into my head and came; not yet an earth-shattering climax, but a nice introduction to the pleasures of the body.
"Now the other one, please..." and she moved her other breast into my mouth. Her breasts were just the right format; medium size but very firm, looking upwards with her nipples, and satisfyingly sensitive to my kisses. This time her reaction was not so immediate, but she was quite happy that I stayed at her other nipple with the same intensity. Then she pushed my head downwards, looking for other pleasures.
"This was very nice, my love, but try a bit farther south and you'll see what will happen. And by the way, I also have official authorization to call you 'my love'."
My lips were slipping down and I arrived at her labia. She had shaved her pubic hair into a little heart pointing to her entrance and her skin was like silk to my touch. She was similar to Eileen, with crinkly inner lips protruding from her labia into the open like a butterfly opening its wings. They were quite expressive, enclosing the delicate inner lips and forming another door to her inner walls. I touched them, and she thrust them into my hand, then she reminded me that I had not only hands, but also other means to excite her.
She was quite forward, my lady, but she was obviously instructed by Maureen and especially by Eileen. I bent down and kissed them lightly and she whispered: "This is it, my love. This is what I want now, but remember that you'll have to take me completely!"
I opened her labia with my finger and touched her inside; then a second finger entered and presented her bright red inner lips to my eyes. She moved around and started to moan and when I kissed her labia, I tasted her bright flavor, not the dark earthy one of Eileen or the fresh light one of Maureen, but her very own concentrated slightly acidy and lemon backed taste. My tongue entered her inner wall and licked her slowly and whenever I touched her, she increased her moaning. I teased her clitoris and it emerged out of its protective hood and stood tall. It continued to swell until I could grasp it like a tiny penis. I took it between my fingers, stroking and licking it until she exploded in orgasm.
After she relaxed a bit, I moved slowly forward and continued to caress her clitoris, pinching it with my tongue; that was the sign for her to start climbing up again. Her hands pushed my mouth into her pussy, her legs squeezed my head so that I could barely breathe, and she whimpered uncontrollably - my name, that she loved me, that she was mine, that I was hers, and suddenly she pushed herself up and came into my mouth. Her fluids were abundant and flooded my mouth, and I swallowed all. When she tried to pull away from my mouth, I pulled her up once more. She shuddered and came once more with little aftershocks. Clasping her arms around me she started to cry.
"Please, my love, stop for a moment since I'm so sensitive right now that it might hurt."
I let her coast to a stop and then she turned around to kiss me.
"My love, this was wonderful, but I want you now. Make me your woman!"
I had not come yet and was happy to make her my woman. Hoping to make her initial hurt less painful, I turned her around, lifted her up and placed her on my hips. She arranged herself to sit comfortably and looking down, saw my erect penis waiting in front of her waiting entrance, wet and slick. She grasped my shaft and placed the tip into her labia. I told her to be patient and slow; the pain would pass rapidly, but the joy would last for a long time. She moved her hips and my penis entered a bit more until it found her pièce de resistance. There she stopped and looked at me.
"What now, my love? Will it hurt? Will you always love me?"
I was touched by her trust and said yes, but the short pain would be substituted by joy; she nodded, lifted her body and ran it straight down. Her hymen broke, she grasped for air and stopped. Her face showed her pain, but slowly it disappeared, and a smile appeared.
¨I'm not a virgin anymore; I'm a woman and I'm your woman. Let´s enjoy ourselves together: you have my body and I have yours."
She bent forward, kissed me and leaning back again, placed my hands on her breasts.
"I want to feel you all over, you inside me, your hands caressing my breasts; they're yours now and always have been, and I see you looking at me with love. James, this is paradise and I hope that it will never end."
Then she started to move, first slowly from side to side, then faster up and down. Her pain had gone, and she wanted to feel every emotion, physical or emotional, that she could imagine. Lifting her hips up she plunged them down again, and every time I could penetrate her deeper. It was getting exciting for me, too: I wanted to give her a long climb to her climax, but seeing her body above mine, her happy smile on her lips, the love and trust in her eyes, let me get closer and closer to my release also. Then she closed her eyes and whispered: "Now is the moment, my love. Now I'll give myself: take me!" and she went off with a swift shove upward that almost threw me off her, and shouting my name, thrusting her body into mine, she fainted.
I held her when she fell back on my chest and relaxed. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at me.
"My love, I feel different now. I loved you already before, but now it's deeper, more content, more secure, more as part of you."
She started to smile again. "You could not get rid of me before: now it'll be impossible! But you have not come yet, my love, and I'm ready for more. Just wait a moment to clean myself and I shall be yours again!"
She took a washcloth beside the bed and cleaned herself as there were bloody traces on the cloth.
"You see, here´s the proof that I've waited all my life for you..." and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she was smiling happily and lay down beside me.
"I've done all the work the first time, and I thank you for your gentleness and patience; but it's your turn now to work. Go ahead and take your woman!"
She spread her legs and pulled me over her. I was already tense with excitement. I had been for more than an hour in bed with a beautiful nude woman I loved, had made her come at least three times, had been inside her, but I had not seen the right moment to satisfy myself. It was her moment and she was my priority, but now I could let myself go, and I intended to do that with all my joy. She lifted her legs over my hips and placed her feet on my back to better support her. Then she looked at me and grinning happily, said: "I told you that it was your turn now to work for your reward, so do it!"
I moved back a fraction allowing the tip of my shaft to touch her wet entrance. I pulled her up and kissing her tenderly, slowly slipped the head into her hole. I could feel it stretching her slit: a pussy that had been opened just a few moments ago.
