A Fantasy about Love Pt. 10

I saw that Ellen was getting tired and looked at Maureen; she understood, got up and cleaned the table. Ellen was satisfied, seeing that her new daughter was accepting not only her rights, but also her obligations.

The next morning it was my turn. The meeting with Ian Taylor was set for 11:30, and when I walked into the Burroughs Building, a pretty receptionist was already waiting for me and lead me to their meeting room. A dignified elderly gentleman was standing beside Ian Taylor, and introductions were made.

"Count de Winter, this is John Jones, the Executive VP for Asia and Australia. He's here to investigate business potential in this region and when we heard that you had left IBM, we thought that you might be able now to give us your thinking what will happen in this country. Is this alright with you?"

I knew where they were heading, but I wanted my ego stroked a bit.

"Mr. Jones, I've been here only for over a year and probably cannot tell you more than your own people have told you already, but I'm pleased to converse about whatever subject you're interested in."

The ball was back in their court, and it was Mr. Jones' turn.

"Count de Winter, Burroughs is..." I interrupted him. "Mr. Jones, I've learned that here in Australia, conversations come easier if we reduce formalities. Please call me James!"

He smiled, accepting my offer.

"Well, I'm John. As I started to say, we're looking into new areas to expand. As you know, we are heavily concentrated on the financial sector, and we need to change this. So, what do you think will happen here over the next years?"

It was an interesting conversation between two very experienced businessmen and myself, and I do believe that I held my own and they respected my opinions. At the end, we went upstairs for lunch in their executive dining room, and now the real conversation started.

"James, we all know that you left IBM, and we know also under what circumstances. They are idiots! You worked miracles and they should have given you that CEO position! Fortunately, for us, they didn't. So - can we interest you to work for us? We offer the CEO position looking after Australia and New Zealand, reporting directly to me. If you don't want this, we offer a Consultant's Contract on very favorable terms, hoping and assuming that you'll turn this soon into a permanent position. You don't have to answer now, but we would appreciate an answer still this week. I'll have to go back to the States on Friday!"

This was not unexpected, and my answer was ready.

"John, I'm honored by the offer, but I cannot accept it. I've worked with my colleagues for a year now, and they trust me completely. I cannot turn around and start to compete with them! Additionally, I know all their agreements and confidential clauses, and would consider it completely unethical to use that knowledge against them. So, unfortunately, I have to thank you once more, but at this moment, I cannot accept it."

They looked at each other, and Ian nodded.

"John, I told you that he would not accept it. We've looked at this guy for a year now, and unfortunately too often from a losing position. He never once did something that was unethical or used inappropriate methods. James, the only thing I can add is that we wish you the best of luck - ours might change now since you're not competing with us anymore!"

We had another glass of port and when I was ready to leave, Ian stopped me.

"James, I know that you will not work for Burroughs, but if you are interested in changing industries completely, we have a position at one of our major subsidiaries that might interest you. Call me!"

I wanted to have my ego stroked, and they did it! Wonderful!

I called Maureen and then Allan, telling them about the offer. Maureen was satisfied because my competence was acknowledged, and Allan because I didn't disappoint his trust.

The next two days passed and on Friday afternoon, I took Jenny to the airport to visit Eileen. She was nervous and I tried to calm her down.

¨Just be yourself, Jenny. Eileen is no monster; yes, she can be disagreeable, but at the end, she'll love you. Don´t let her step on you; you're as important to me; no, more so than she is. If it's too much, just come back and we'll resolve the problem together, but I'm certain that you can do this on your own. Remember that success means that one day we will work together again!"

She snuffed. "If Eileen will be mad at me, will you still love me?"

My darling, I'll love you to the end of our days whatever happens! Now take a deep breath and go."

One last kiss and off she went.

At home it was empty without her and only when Maureen came home, it was better. She changed and came back in one of my large t-shirts She told me about her day (another contract signed) and I discussed with her my latest thoughts on NT and the AT project. I had decided to accept it and would call them on Monday. We prepared our dinner and with a bottle of red wine conversed about Jenny, how she would handle Eileen, my birthday coming up, our trip to Germany and other subjects, waiting for the phone to ring? Finally it did, and Eileen told us that Jenny had arrived, that they were having dinner and that everything was fine. She gave the receiver to Jenny and her voice was firm; she was looking forward to the weekend with Eileen, and for us not to do anything that she would not do. After hanging up, we looked at each other - So far, so good!

We went to bed and made love as only Maureen could do with me: gentle, caring, loving, but with a wonderful finish.

During the night I missed Jenny's warm body. I was accustomed now to have her every night with us and to feel her warmth and caring; Maureen also complained that she was missing her. Saturday, we went for a drive in the Porsche and had lunch outside of the city; later we had tea with Ellen (her husband was still on the golf course) and then we were waiting again for Jenny to call. First Eileen spoke and her voice was a bit subdued; Jenny was happy, laughing and telling us about her morning at the pool. It seemed that bikinis had been optional, and they had enjoyed each other. Maureen looked at me: 'enjoyed each other'? What did this mean? Jenny laughed again and said that she would tell us later. We had dinner at Luigi's with the apparently nonnegotiable long discussion on wines; the food was excellent, however. At night we fooled around a bit and slept well. The next afternoon we were at the airport to pick up our Jenny.

When she came out one look told us all: she was smiling, satisfied and happy. She kissed Maureen and leaned into me for a long, affectionate embrace. "You were right, my love. I could handle it, and everything is fine between Eileen and me. She´ll call later."

At home she went first to her flat to change and get her things ready for the trip to Canberra, and then she came up dressed in her big t-shirt. When I appeared disappointed, she grinned.

"Wait a moment..." She vanished into our bedroom and came back completely different. She must have appropriated one of Eileen´s nightgowns, because the color was Eileen´s favorite light grey. It did not hide anything, and it was obvious that she was ready for whatever action might happen; her nipples were stiff, her eyes shining, and when she walked in to kiss me, the gown opened in front and showed a glistening pussy. This time the kiss was not only affectionate, but it was full of sensual need, and when she embraced me, the world disappeared and only she was there for me. After a while I had to breathe and saw Maureen coming out of the bedroom. She had changed, too, and it was my favorite outfit: long, slinky, transparent, with long slits at the side, and her beautiful breasts fully exposed. She embraced us both. "Let´s go to the sitting room and you can tell us about your stay with Mom."

We sat on the couch, with both laying their head on my lap and wriggling around until they found their favorite position; then, as if thinking alike, they took one of my hands and placed it on their breast. This was easier on Maureen´s side, but Jenny moved a bit and one shoulder was suddenly bare and a breast appeared, looking for caresses.

"Let your fingers do the walking, dear" and both laughed. It was a phrase that had been used often in this position.

"Now tell us all the sordid details, Jenny." Maureen asked.

"There's not much to tell; we had a long conversation, had a little hot discussion flaming up, I stood up to her and she conceded, we drank a lot of wine and we ended up in her bed, making our peace. Perhaps I shall tell you more one day or she will, but this is all I want to talk about at this moment. We had fun at the pool, but not as much as with you, my love, and then she took me to a fabulous restaurant. Later she showed me all about NT and at night, we had more wine and ended up in her bed again. It was fun, James, but I never let her make love to me. You are the only person I will let do this..." Maureen coughed "...you and Maureen whenever she wants it, but it'll never be comparable with what I feel for you, my love, and also not for what I feel when we're together, Maureen. We stayed at the pool the next morning, she prepared lunch and drove me to the airport. And here I am, and where I belong: in your arms. And by the way, Maureen must have exhausted you; even your fingers are quiet. What happened?"

I had been listening to her story and really had abandoned my hand on her breast, but following her reminder, started to stroke it gently. She purred and placed her hand on mine.

"This, my love, is what I need: tender loving care." Maureen coughed: ¨Me too, James. Me too."

The phone rang and I hesitated, but Maureen got up: it was Eileen. After a few words with her mother, she handed me the receiver.

James, you can offer Jenny any position in my company. She'll do fine. Love you." and she hung up. I did not understand anything and looked at Jenny. No further explanation, but just a short comment: "I told you everything is fine, and can you please concentrate a bit more on me, please?"

I shook my head and followed her suggestion. It was fun twirling her areola and twisting her nipple, and she visibly enjoyed it and wanted more. Maureen was not far behind, demanding the same caress as Jenny received. EOA! was the order. She moved and somehow her gown slipped down farther, and both her breasts were exposed now. I may have said earlier that I was fascinated by the female breast, and here I had two of the finest examples I had ever seen at my disposal. What the hell is it about the curve of a woman's breast that is so mesmerizing? Why do guys, who've already seen a hundred of them, still want to see more? I'm sure it's related to some sort of evolutionary procreation selection process that promotes the species or something. Whatever it is, I'm glad we have it.

My fingers became more active and both smiled. "Yes, James, go on. This is wonderful!" After a while they wanted more, but in this position it was difficult. Maureen made an executive decision: "Let´s go to bed and have fun."

We got up and I followed two beautiful bodies undulating to our bedroom, with their hips swaying sensually, and promising a lot of fun. As soon as we passed the door, the gowns slipped down, and they turned to me.

"Now it's your turn, darling. What do you want to do with us?"

"First I want to kiss you all over and then I´ll let you decide what you want." They did not like that idea. "We agree that you can kiss us all over, but then we want that you decide what to do with us. Let's have a night where we are at your disposal - all three openings! So let's start and see where it takes us."

I decided that this was a good idea and followed them to our bed. They lay down, with an expectant smile and looking at each other, slowly opened her legs to show me their inviting labia. A hand went under one breast to present it to me and the other pointed to me. "Come here, Count de Winter. Who do you want to do first?"

What a difficult decision! One red-haired beauty, with shining eyes and a hip slowly lifting to present a bare glistening pussy, and a black-haired woman as beautiful, with her lips smiling and looking at Maureen, also lifting her hip to present the alternative: a wet pussy, with a touch of a heart shaped little strip of black hair. Maureen had decided to keep her labia shaven because she thought that feeling my mouth on her labia was more exciting this way. I kneeled in front of their open hips and considered my options: one closed, smooth half-shell or an open, crinkly butterfly? Checking first one, then the other I decided on both.

It was fun to see their reactions as I first kissed Maureen to see whether I could get her clitoris to come out of hiding (it did), and then munching on the open lips with the clit already pointing outwards, then I switched to Jenny. They became restless and Jenny was the first to push my head into her labia. "Don't tease, my love. Make me come!" and as I forced my tongue into her, it did not take long for her to have her first orgasm. She smiled satisfied and pushed me over to Maureen. "Here too, my love."

I dug into her outer lips and twirled my tongue around her clit; when I sucked on it, she needed only a few moments and she could not hold it anymore, coming happily into my mouth and spurting her fluids on my face.

She relaxed and looked at Jenny. "Hors d´oeuvres were served, dear! Let's do the second course."

They pulled me up between them and looked down on me.

"Jenny, do you want the upper part while I take care of the lower one? And then we change?"

What happened to the idea that I was going to decide what we would do?

Jenny, however, nodded enthusiastically and bent to kiss me, while Maureen was sliding down to concentrate on my penis. It was thrilling to have a firm breast in my face with a stiff nipple to be caressed, and a warm tongue licking my shaft tenderly and nipping at the tip. Jenny moaned as I assaulted her breast, fondling it and tweaking her nipple, while Maureen took my penis full into her mouth and increased the speed of her strokes. Then I was moaning as the excitement took hold of me; I started to push my shaft into her mouth and suck Jenny´s nipple deep into my mouth.

We were losing control when Maureen suddenly stopped. "Time to change, Jenny" and let my penis slip out of her mouth. I protested, but the situation was rapidly resolved with Maureen's breast in my mouth and Jenny swallowing my shaft. It was getting hot again and I felt my climax coming up. I grabbed Maureen´s shoulders and pulled her breast deep into my mouth, biting her nipple while I pushed my penis into Jenny. When I could not get any deeper, I exploded, jamming it into her mouth as I came, with my seeds shooting down her throat. She swallowed me, knowing exactly how to squeeze every last drop out of me. As I touched her clit, Maureen was also coming hard and cried out my name. This time it took longer to relax, and Maureen said once more: "Time to change, Jenny."

She pushed Jenny away from me and slid down, taking my exhausted shaft in her mouth and tenderly cleaned me up with her tongue, kissing and licking with complete abandon. Jenny had meanwhile crawled up and offered her mouth to me. I accepted the invitation tasting myself, but looking at her satisfied smile I knew I could not have done anything else. They looked at each other and Maureen leaned forward, kissing Jenny hard, wanting to taste my seeds in her mouth and confirming that we were one, all three of us.

They fell back on the bed and held out their arms; I did not hesitate and moved into their embrace. I kissed one breast, turned to the other and at the end, it was Maureen who decided she wanted more.

She lifted herself and moved on top of me, sitting on my lap. She looked at Jenny.

"Don't you want to help, dear? It'll be your turn later!" Jenny sat beside me and took my shaft in her hand, caressing it until it was firm again. "George, do your best, but don't give your all; I want you, too."

She pointed him in the right direction and Maureen slowly sank onto my penis. It was extremely sensual, as she looked at me smilingly and at the same time, let herself be penetrated. It was fun, it was sexual, and it was love - principally love, giving herself to me. Every time she moved, I moved with her, and her face slowly flushed. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, asking me without words to caress them, to fondle them, to stroke her rock-hard nipples with my fingers. I looked up into her face, framed by her long red hair, and her expressive green eyes told me everything about how this display of affection was turning her on. Those eyes caught mine and held them, also communicating her deep love for me.

"I love you, Maureen..." I said simply.

"I know..." she replied, her eyes twinkling in amusement.

I settled back and let her ride me. Her pussy caressed my shaft each stroke a little different, making the nerve endings tingle. We worked together, each feeling the other's journey to orgasm. Remembering that I didn't have to be quiet (in fact Maureen always said that I was too quiet when making love), I let myself respond to her with my own groans and gasps as she worked me over. Maureen immediately reciprocated, and I felt her pussy tighten as she communicated her approval. We both knew that our lovemaking was clearly audible; suddenly, she let go of any restraint, and the room reverberated with her sounds of delight. Her hips changed from making love to passionate sex, with an intense orgasm her goal. I clamped down on her nipples, knowing she wanted it hard.

"I'm gonna cum!" she gasped. I could feel droplets of moisture spraying over my hips. My orgasm rushed up to consume me, fueled by Maureen's raw arousal. I saw her throw her head back and cry out just before I went rigid. She was clearly in her own world for a moment, but she came too soon for me and I was still excited.

Maureen collapsed on top of me, crushing her chest to mine, but keeping my penis secure inside her as we twitched through her aftershocks. Her ragged breaths caressed my cheek as she buried her head in the pocket above my shoulder.

"Oh, my, God, James, that was awesome!"

After a while she relaxed, and I slowly slipped out of her. "James, I love you so much I cannot tell you in words, but I will always be there for you..." and she smiled "...anywhere and anyhow."

There was nothing I could add to this and I just hugged her, whispering: "Maureen, my love, I know this and I will always be at your side..." and this time I smiled "...or in you." She grinned. ¨You're the luckiest guy in this world! You have not only me observing you how I can serve you, but Jenny here, in our bed, feels the same love for you, and you for her. And if we're not enough for you, there is Mom, just waiting for your call to fall into your arms and seduce you with all her sensuality that only she has. James, we love you and never let us go!"

She started to cry, and Jenny reached over to wipe her tears away. I knew how lucky I was and when Jenny looked at me with a question in her eyes, I knew I would get luckier still.

Maureen relaxed and kissed me: slowly and affectionate. Then she pointed to Jenny.

"Darling, you made me cum, but you are still excited, but here's someone who wants to be loved, too." She moved aside and pulled Jenny over me, but she had other ideas.

"My love, you had our mouth and Maureen's pussy, now it's the moment to get the last entrance."

She reached over and handed Maureen the white tube; with a deep grin, Maureen nodded.

"That is true, Jenny. Didn't we promise anywhere and anyhow? Let me help you, but first we have to get George up one more time. James is strong, but tonight he is working overtime."