A Fantasy about Love Pt. 08

"Yes, my Love ... Ohhhh God, yes ... Please, James, NOW..."escaped her mouth upon each thrust.

Glancing down, I watched as my glistening penis disappeared and reappeared from her. The sight of her engorged clit and stretched lips clinging to me, made my own sensations overwhelm me. When she cried out one more time and lifted her legs high, giving me full access to go as deep as possible, we were both wracked with spasms and exploded in a mutual climax. She pulled me deeper into herself with her legs clenching behind my back. Her body rocked and trembled. There were only the sensations of having united our bodies and souls, and when we calmed down, there was pure bliss. I stayed on top for a while, enjoying the feeling of her taut body beneath me, but then moved to lie beside her and embrace her in a tight hug.

Now it was Jenny, who was looking at us.

"Every time we make love, it's wonderful and I cannot believe that it could get better. And when we do make love again, it's better, deeper, more uniting. I'm certain that the blessing you received, Maureen, now includes me also. I pray every night and every morning, that we'll always be happy as we are today and that nothing ever will come between us. Oh God, what have I done to deserve such happiness?"

I caressed her cheek. "All you have to do, my love, is being the Jenny we adore, cherish, treasure, value, admire, be mad about -- and occasionally be mad at -- respect, trust, find irresistible, and principally, love. Nothing more and nothing less."

She started to cry, and Maureen moved to her other side and hugged her, too. "Darling, you are part of us, and nothing will ever separate us. Relax, and enjoy life, and us."

She sniffled, but suddenly her grin appeared. "Well, oh Lord and Master, thank you for the 'boon of your pleasure'. It was certainly a boon and I'm happy to say that the pleasure was not only mine."

She pointed downwards where both were leaking white cream. "Let's see: who gets up and gets something to clean up?"

There was silence and then she decided to act, turning to Maureen and pushing her on her back. "I adore how the two of you taste together" and she slowly licked her pussy, until all cream had disappeared, and then lay back, satisfied. "I have done my part."

Maureen followed suit and did her part. At this moment, both looked at each other. "There still is George!"

Both went down and divided the labor. "Maureen, you and James are very tasty, but the three of us together are still better! Have a taste, James!" and she offered me her lips to kiss. It was an acquired taste, but I loved them and if they could swallow my seeds, could I deny hers? We were all satisfied until Maureen asked about breakfast. I told them that I really liked the waffles that Maureen made, but there was no ready response; she glanced at Jenny and then looked at me. "James, darling, we would really appreciate if you would make breakfast tomorrow. We have served you eagerly and lovingly this night; is it too much to ask to be served breakfast tomorrow morning?"

That was not an unreasonable request, but I questioned the word 'serve'. "We made love, and you did not serve me. Please remember this, but I'll make breakfast."

Maureen nodded. "I used the wrong word, darling. We did not serve you, we gave ourselves to you. And I'll remember."

We talked a bit more about ourselves, about Jenny's time in NY, and how we could help Allan take care of Ellen. Maureen would call her mother first thing in the morning; there was a story she dimly remembered about a friend of hers who lived in Sydney and needed work. Then their eyes slowly closed and after the obligatory kisses, we fell asleep.

I woke up first the next morning and managed to leave the bed without waking them. There was still work from last night to clean up, but a cup of hot and strong coffee helped a lot. I prepared everything, even waffles, since Irene had told me about a delicatessen shop close to the office that had lots of gourmet goodies. They offered readymade dough for waffles, which she said was quite tasty.

When I had read the newspaper and had a second cup of coffee, Maureen walked in, nude, half asleep and upset. She hit me gently.

"Hey, how do you dare to get up without me? I woke up and you were not there!" Then she sniffed the coffee and took the cup out of my hand. "Perhaps I'll forgive you; let me think about it."

She sat on my lap and kissed me. "James, thank you for the last night. It was paradise."

At that moment Jenny walked in, but she was a bit more awake. She hit me also, however. Why would they not talk to me, but always started with hitting me? Women!

"How do you dare to get up without me? I woke up and you were not there!" but then she kissed the spot (at least she remembered what Ellen had said: if you hit him, kiss to make it good again. Perhaps Maureen needed a reminder?) and sat at my side. More kisses and my coffee vanished. They decided that they were ready for breakfast and went back to dress.

When they came back, all they had put on was a little baby doll, the one that was too large at the top and too short on the bottom, and they looked lovely. I served them coffee, pointed to the table where butter, toast, jam and my waffles (on a rechaud to keep them hot) were waiting. They appreciated my efforts, but Jenny looked at Maureen and grinned.

"James, Maureen told me that occasionally, she had breakfast in a more intimate way than just sitting across each other; actually, she was sitting on your lap and you were deep inside her. May I try this today, too? Please?"

I wondered what other information they had exchanged about me, but was afraid to ask. Jenny knew what she wanted; she came over to my side and bent over to kiss me. It was not an innocent kiss; her tongue came out and battled mine and suddenly she was sitting on my lap.

"Get up for a moment, darling" and suddenly my Bermudas were off and my t-shirt was drawn over my shoulders. She settled down again and reached down. She was disappointed that my penis was still soft, but managed to change that situation rapidly. She went off my lap and knelt in front of me, taking my shaft in her hand and licking it slowly up and down. I looked at Maureen and she shrugged.

¨You let her loose, my love; now live with it, but remember all the time that I'm your wife and that I'm sharing you only because I love her, too. Go ahead: it was fun for me and it'll be fun for both of you! ¨

Jenny nodded which, considering that she had my shaft deep in her mouth, caused all kind of pleasurable sensations. She grinned when George woke up and said hello; then she moved back up and settled on my hips. looking down, she pointed George to her already wet entrance and moved forward until I was settled in her. She moved around until she had the right position with me touching her most innermost point and leaned forward to kiss me again.

"Now, my dear, I'd like some coffee and if you don't mind, perhaps a bit of toast? I prefer the orange marmalade, please."

I did what I could and again, her moves and my countermoves made life interesting. Maureen had sat down on the other side of the table and was watching us with amusement.

"What are we going to do about lunch? Stay in? Order Chinese? Go out?"

Jenny was trying to answer, but when she opened her mouth a little shock went through her body. She stuttered "I would ... oh nice, James ... prefer to ... once more, James ... to stay in and have fun." She trembled once more and hugged me. "This is so nice, my love. I don't want to stop." She relaxed somewhat and became interested in other matters.

"Please more toast, James, and hand me my cup of coffee, please.'

I reached over to get her cup, which again caused certain movements deep inside her and she closed her eyes. She pushed herself against me and her stiff nipples drilled two holes into my chest. I almost spilled the coffee, but saved her from a hot bath at the last moment. It seemed that every little move multiplied her sensations, so I put the cup back on the table. At that moment, the phone rang.

Maureen attended it and her voice changed from neutral to affectionate.

"Hi, Ellen. How are you? What can we do for you?" While she listened to the other side, I moved up and down and Jenny responded eagerly. "Ellen, that sounds nice. Let me hand the phone to Jenny." and she walked over to us and handed the receiver to Jenny, who was at that moment at the start of a nice climax.

"Jenny, Ellen wants to know whether we'll come over and have lunch with them instead of tea? For me it's OK and I know James agrees also. What do you think: talk to Ellen, please."

Jenny did not know what to do: have a shuddering climax, murder Maureen or talk to Ellen. Politeness won, but Maureen knew she would have to pay later.

"Hi, Ellen, How are you? Can I do anything for you?" I liked Maureen's idea and started to move a bit more actively, causing her to glare at me, too.

"Yes, Maureen told me about lunch. That is an excellent idea." I grasped her breasts and twisted her nipples, causing her to lose concentration. "Could you please repeat this, Ellen? James is bothering me."

I changed to faster movement still and pulled her deep onto me. She tried to say anything, but only a quiet moan came out. She breathed rapidly and almost yelled: ¨Yes, Ellen, we'll be there. See you later, dear!" and threw the receiver to Maureen.

Shuddering, she came with a loud yell, she pulled me into her arms and squeezed me as hard as she could and that caused my seeds to jet into her; she came again and again and finally, even after relaxing against me, aftershocks and tremors ran through her body. At the end, she looked up and glared at us.

"You are evil, really truly evil. Both of you. How could you do this to me? What will Ellen think?" and she blushed all over.

Maureen smiled innocently "Did you not get what you wanted? Breakfast with James inside you? Anything missing? Perhaps another go? What is a little phone call between friends? Perhaps she didn't realize that you were in the middle -- or rather at the end -- of making love? I doubt that, but there might be a chance that she'll not say anything."

Maureen pointed at me "James, what do you think?"

I reflected on the situation and turned to Maureen. Considering that I was still embedded in Jenny, this caused her to shiver again. "I believe that she might be suspicious, but she's a lady and she will not bring this up in front of others."

I went back to Jenny and hugged her. "You're so easy to tease, my love. Get even, not angry, darling!"

Slowly I slipped out of her and Maureen came with a washcloth to clean us. The fun was over, and we dedicated the rest of the time to have a decent breakfast, have a long shower where Maureen enjoyed her part of our love and then we were ready to see Allan and Ellen. My two had dressed properly: a smart narrow dark skirt, a white blouse and red sandals for Maureen, and a white blouse and dark blue trousers for Jenny, with black ballerina shoes. Maureen had her golden-red hair immaculately styled, but Jenny had her long black hair hanging over her shoulders. Their lips had a naughty red color and a little blush on their cheeks completed the picture of two stunning young ladies. Their dresses emphasized their firm bodies, honed by running and martial arts, but the best part were their eyes smiling at me.

"Are you satisfied with your women?"

I replied that overwhelmed would be a better word, and that I was very happy that they gave me the pleasure to accompany them. They took my arms and off we went. As always it was difficult to fit into the Porsche, but they wanted this, teasing me. It was fun seeing them struggling to enter or leave the backseat and when they allowed me to help (which happened always as long as we were on our own), it was a pleasure to check whether their legs were still perfect, their pussy covered (but probably not for long), and their breasts still open for some sweet touches.

We arrived at Ellen's house and when we entered, Ellen looked much better than the other day at the airport. Being home did wonders for her. She was sitting in a wheelchair, but seemed to be anxious to get up. She asked immediately: "Jenny, are you OK? You sounded so flustered on the phone? Did James bother you? What did he do? Tell me, dear: I'll scold him!"

Jenny looked at me and whispered: "Ellen is a lady, she will not bring this up. Hah!" Then she turned to Ellen, kissed her and asked: "What do you want to know, the truth or a censored version?"

Ellen grinned "The truth, but it might be a good idea if the men have a glass of port somewhere. Allen, please take James to the veranda and have a drink with him. I'll call you when lunch is ready."

He looked at me, but I could only shrug. Ellen shooed us off and when we sat down, Allan asked: "What was this about?"

I told him to ask his wife and switched to another subject: the forthcoming change in management and the trip to Hawaii.

"James, the information I have about Mr. Bush is not very pleasant. He seems to be a pushy, very detail obsessed manager, and I've heard that people have preferred to leave the company rather than to work under him, and let me tell you that that's the right expression. He wants people to work for him, not with him. He seems to be a glory hunter and you've to be very careful what you say, when you say it and how. Always document what you agree to and protect your back. I know that Jenny will help you, so you're not alone, and everyone in the company respects you, but there are bad apples in even the best company. He also had problems with female staff, so advise Jenny to watch herself also. It is a miracle that he's still in the company, but his uncle is the chairman and he seems to be fixed on the idea to push him on a fast track to the top. He'll stumble one day; just be careful that you will not fall with him."

He looked at me. ¨You'll need everything you've learned to survive, but I've full confidence in you, and whenever you need help or advice, you know where you can find it. You're family now, son: remember this always!"

We went once more through my speech, talked about the more promising people in my division and he was very happy how I had ripped Peter out of his rut. Jim Albright was also coming along nicely, and this year looked like we could make our sales targets again. Well, we thought we might, but if HQ used our success last year as a base target and increased it significantly, we might have another year of stress ahead. Profits were more difficult, but he came back to Mr. Bush.

"He wants instant success and he doesn't seem to believe that you have to invest to collect later."

He asked about NT and Mrs. Monahan; he was really impressed by the stubbornness with which she had pulled her company to the top in her region, and how she seemed to take on new regions with gusto. He also commented on how beautiful she was and what a waste it was that she had not found anyone who would accompany her on her way to the top. I thought that she had found me and that I would always back her up, but he was right; I was always far away and the weekends we stayed and played together were not enough for her. Perhaps I would find a solution for her, because I loved her and wanted her happiness. Perhaps one day when I left the company and moved to Brisbane (after all, this seemed to be now my predestined path), we might find a solution. She needed someone who would be hers, who would stay with her every day (and night!) and who could control her emotions. I was certain that I could do this, but when would we be together? But that was something to consider later.

Finally, we were called for lunch and Ellen looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes. "James, we should have met earlier, and Allan and I could have learned a lot from you, too. You do surprise me, dear."

Allan looked at her and then at me, but again, I shrugged. I suspected what she implied in that mysterious sentence, but I was certain someone would tell me at home what was behind that comment. Jenny was blushing furiously, and now I knew what had happened. Ellen was certainly a lady, but she was experienced enough to know the other side of life! We were family and she would have thought (and acted) on these ideas also -- wouldn't she?

We were told where to sit, Allan which wine she wanted, the girls to get the dishes and prepare the table. It was one happy family. I was ordered to sit beside her, and she asked me whether I treated her girls well, but it was asked in a kind way; she knew that I would do anything for them.

When we were sitting at the table I asked for a moment of silence and turned to Ellen.

¨Ellen, our dear Ellen, you know that we have learned to love you and we know that you like us. This feeling has become deeper during the last months, and we would like to give you a little trinket that will remind you always what we feel. ¨

I went on my knees beside her chair and pulled out a little box and gave it to her. She opened it slowly and took out a golden locket. I had it done at our jeweler and on the outside was a fine filigree with our initials intertwined: the two 'J' s and a 'M' holding them together. The letters were in dark red gold on a yellow gold background, and it was surprising how the goldsmith had managed to draw these fine, but firm lines. When she opened the locket there was a picture of us three smiling at her and an inscription: 'We love you'.

She looked at it for a long time and tears got into her eyes. "Come here, James." She bent forward and embraced me. "James, the two girls have shown me already how affectionate they're with me. This gift shows me that you're as loving as they are. Come into my heart, James, and be welcome as the son I never had."

She started to cry, and I must say that I cried also. Things got confused as Maureen and Jenny came over and joined the embrace. Allan cleared his throat to hide his emotions but did not succeed very well. Finally, she called the meeting to order and we sat.

"James, Maureen and Jenny, I've said before that I consider you family. Let me go one step farther: from now on you are my children I always wanted to have, but I lost so early. But be careful: I will feel also authorized to talk to you seriously if I believe you need it! I'll never take this gift off!"

She wiped her eyes, told the girls to serve and Allan to pour the wine. We had fun during the lunch teasing each other and Allan and I were amused when the two ladies blushed more often than not: Ellen could really get them. We told them that Maureen was thinking about a new car and if possible, she wanted Ellen to come with her to see the progress on the dresses; she also complained bitterly that she only got a coronet and she wanted so much a crown; if really, absolutely necessary she would accept a little one, but she wanted a crown! It had become a running joke between us, and everyone understood how she said it. In compensation Jenny gushed about the tiara I was planning to get for her.

"He has a lot of brownie points, Ellen!"

Ellen asked innocently whether I had not cashed in on some of them this morning and Jenny was blushing again, changing the subject.

We had some port and were ready to leave. Ellen gave us all a long, affectionate kiss, told Jenny and me to have a good trip to Hawaii, and she would see us when we were back.

Maureen stopped us. "James, I had planned to go and see Mom over the weekend. There's a Board Meeting she wants me to participate, but we'll go to Brisbane the other weekend also, so I could stay here with Ellen. May I?" I didn't have to think about her question and nodded.

"Eileen is the owner of the company; she can delay the meeting to another date. I believe all of us would feel better if you'd stay here with Ellen and not leave her alone in this house. Allan, would you agree for Maureen to come over on Wednesday night and stay here until we're back?"