A Fantasy about Love Pt. 10

I looked at her for a long time. "Eileen, my love, I don't feel much different. I've enough money that Maureen and I can live comfortably; I'm very grateful for your gift, but nothing changes between us. I love you now as much as I loved you before; I'll care for you as I did before; and I hope that you will not change, either. Maureen and I can use the money to do more or something different; invest it in NT and make it grow, and one day I might buy another Porsche. I shall purchase a house close to yours so that we can have all the contact we want, and soon Jenny will be in Brisbane also and will need a flat. But between us, darling, nothing will change."

She smiled and nodded, but then she hesitated. "James, Maureen, I've done something on my own that you might not want. I knew that you'd come one day to run NT and that you needed a house. The house next to mine has been abandoned for more than a year; there is a complicated inheritance case, and nobody wants to touch it. I looked at it and as far as I could see, it would be perfect for you; almost the same size as mine but with a slightly different layout and with a much bigger garden. You could build a smaller house at the edge without any problem; perhaps Jenny would be interested?"

I knew that Jenny would not be interested as she would live with us in the same house. This point we would raise later, though.

"I did not purchase it, but put down a deposit. If you liked it, we could close the deal on the weekend; if you aren't interested in that house, we'll find another one. Don't decide now; wait until you see it."

Maureen looked at me. "James, what a wonderful idea! We could take the wall down and have just one big lot." Then she smiled "My love, just imagine our children running around in this big garden!"

Eileen was still standing before us, so I got up and embraced her. "I cannot say much, but this suggestion and your care counts for me more than the shares. Thank you, my love. We'll look at it on the weekend, but on principle, I am in favor."

She was satisfied, hugged me back and then she lay down again. "James, I had all kinds of plans for tonight, but could we just huddle and care for each other? Your decision decided my life and all I want tonight is to be held in your arms; that is, if my daughter allows it?"

Maureen laughed. "Mom, when did you ever do what I wanted?" She hesitated. "I must admit that things have changed during the last months, but still ... well, I allow you to be held in his arms for this night., but the morning is mine!"

Both got up and dragged me to the bedroom. Their gowns disappeared and my Bermudas ended up on the chair. I lay down between them and immediately had both heads on my chest. They smiled at each other "Mom, is this not wonderful?" Then she moved up, let me follow local rules and Eileen also offered her puppies for my goodnight kisses. It was late, both were tired and closed their eyes. They fell asleep and I followed them, happy to have them in my arms.

In the morning, Eileen seemed to have woken up first because when I moved, I received a light kiss. "Come on, sleepy head: we have things to do today. Wake up!"

I groaned; I was never the early morning person who jumps out of bed and welcomed the day with a big smile. She knew, however, how I could get interested; suddenly there was a stiff nipple touching my lips and when I opened them, it slipped in. I tasted it and wanted more, but it was withdrawn. "No fooling around, darling. Get up!"

I tried to hide behind my pillow, but she took it away; I reminded myself that I always had known that she was a cruel person. Why did she do this to me after all the promises of unsending love? Women! I turned to my wife, but she just turned to her other side and left me alone. Whatever happened to the Lord and Master thing?

"If you get up, you could help me in the kitchen. Who knows what might happen?"

This caused Maureen to turn back and protest. "Mom, the morning is mine. Cool down."

She closed her eyes again and I decided to get up, Eileen leaving for the kitchen and I for the bathroom. Maureen mumbled something, but didn't open her eyes, so I went to the kitchen to see what might happen. She was already busy, setting the table. It was a pleasure watching her move around in my preferred dress: nude. She pointed to the wine storage and dutifully I got a bottle of the Great Western. It does not have the complexity and body of good French champagne, but it is easy to drink. I offered Eileen a glass and she asked me to get the tableware while she was getting the rest. After doing my duty, I sat and admired her lovely body moving around. She stopped suddenly. "James, you kissed only one and the other puppy is sad! Local Rules!" and sat on my lap offering her other breast for my kiss. It was wonderful as always to have her so close and when I finished my endeavor, she smiled satisfied. "There's more if you want, James, but Maureen might be upset."

I agreed and went to get her. She was just getting up and watched me closely. "What did Mom do?"

I told her that Mom had set the table with my help and that we were waiting for her.

"Nothing else? No fooling around? The morning was supposed to be mine and you ran away already."

"Well, darling, it's your fault. You decided to sleep, and I helped Eileen, but there's a glass of sparkling wine waiting for you! And as you so delicately asked: there was no fooling around; I just kissed one nipple that somehow had been left alone in the morning."

"Well, there two for you to kiss here... " and she leaned forward. I had the pleasure of tasting them and then we decided it was time to get busy, since there was the dressmaker to visit, food to buy for tonight, and tea with the Moises.

Breakfast was lively with the usual teasing and as always, I lost at the end.

We had a driver, since it would be hilarious to us (and scandalous for Eileen) to fit into the Porsche. The visit to the dressmaker went well; the fabrics that Eileen had received through her friend from Thailand were wonderful and the designer had not tried to overdo it. Maureen would have silk damask in dark blue, showing a shimmering pattern as he moved the fabric around. There had been some minor changes again and the dress would be full length, with the basic cheongsam design, with a bodice and some petticoats, and long sleeves. He would have slippers made covered with the same fabric. The golden threads woven into the silk made the classic design shine and at every movement the colors changed slightly, shimmering brilliantly He said that it would be quite beautiful, but that he aimed to let the woman shine, just offering a luscious frame.

They were satisfied, and, therefore, so was I. I could already see the uproar the two would cause entering the ballroom. There were some final adjustments to make, but the dresses would be ready early next week. He gave us some drawings for Jenny's dress, and I promised myself that her dress would be as lovely as these two. I would show them to her when we met the next weekend in Brisbane on Maureen's birthday. Eileen had brought also her own fabrics to Sydney and when he saw them, his eyes opened wide. "Mrs. Monahan, I can imagine just the right gown for you. May I try?" She nodded and left the fabric with him.

The next stop was the hairdresser to freshen up and I waited for them in the huge bookshop in the mall. Everyone looked up when they entered, and they looked like two beautiful sisters enjoying the day. Maureen had a ponytail, Eileen had curls coming down over her shoulder. I was proud to be seen with them!

The restaurant we wanted was crowded and the maître d' mentioned over an hour waiting time. That was too much for me and I turned away, but Maureen stopped me, watching her mother. She smiled at the maître d': "What is the earliest time you could give us? The reservation is for the Count de Winter and his wife, the Countess de Winter." He swallowed, looked at us and made up his mind.

"If you could perhaps wait at the bar and have a drink? There are two tables that will finish soon." She smiled at him "Thank you, sir. We'll do this."

He led us to the long bar and said in a rather loud voice. "Jimmy, drinks for the Count and Countess. Please look after them."

People turned around as he had achieved what he wanted; social prestige had been increased. I grinned "Maureen, do you remember what I told you at our wedding? The title will get you a table reservation much faster."

Eileen was satisfied: she had shown us how is was done. We had drinks and less than 10 minutes later he led us to our table, asking the Count with that stage whisper that you can hear miles away whether this was acceptable, the Countess whether she wanted another drink, and Eileen was ignored, and she did not like at all. I murmured that she had started it and now she had to pay for it. The food was excellent, the wine the two selected matched it perfectly, and the chocolate mousse at the end, made me promise myself another two laps on Monday night. The bill was as high as I had feared, but wasn't I rich suddenly? This was a special weekend; my two loves were happy, and this extravagance was cheap for the joy I saw in their eyes.

While we were on the way to the Moises, I recommended that Eileen would focus her attention on Ellen. She was ill and weak and if Eileen started to flirt with Allan (who would no doubt enter the game) she might be hurt. She nodded and said that I could trust her.

Allan opened the door and his eyes showed his pleasure looking at these two beautiful women. Eileen let him touch her cheek, but stepped away. "Where is Ellen? I want to say hello."

She was sitting in the living room, waiting for us and dressed in a more austere costume, with a white embroidered blouse and a long dark grey skirt.

Eileen went immediately to her and knelt. "Ellen - may I call you Ellen? Thank you and Allan so much for what you have done for my daughter and her friend. She has told me so much how you taught her social graces and I was very upset. She would not learn from me, but whatever you said was the bible for her. I am not exaggerating, and I have to say that I am a bit envious and jealous. How are you?"

Ellen was overwhelmed and visibly surprised and during the afternoon it was fun to see how Eileen had the same success with her that she had, when she focused on men. Allan was disappointed, but he recovered fast. We had tea, toast and finger foods and at the end, the conversation turned to the business events that had them involved; Eileen in Queensland and Allan in NSW. Ellen was proud to see her husband elected, and we added our praises. There were two events: one in the State for the local champion and a national one in Sydney.

She also asked immediately about Jenny; we told her the latest news about her work in Canberra and that she had said repeatedly that she was missing Ellen very much. Ellen nodded, satisfied by the love and respect that Jenny showed to her.

Eileen used the moment to get back into the conversation. "Ellen, we went today to the boutique where they are making our dresses for James' ball in München." She told her in great detail everything about the fabric, the design, the length and after a while I looked at Allan. "Let's have a glass of port and discuss something more serious."

This caused loud protests from the three ladies; how could a discussion about dresses and fashion not be as important as boring business? Eileen had achieved what she wanted: Ellen was involved and content.

I told Allan about my conversation with Eileen and that I had committed him to accept a Board position. He shrugged: what else could he do? He started to grin, however, when he reminded me that I was supposed to be on Tuesday at the SCG to watch the Test Match, and no excuses accepted! He would pick me up.

We stayed late until I saw that Ellen was getting tired and started to say goodnight. I was satisfied when I saw Ellen give Eileen a kiss on the cheek; not as warm as the one for Maureen, but certainly friendly. Allan received her kiss, too, and Ellen did not blink, as peace seemed to be restored. When she kissed me, she whispered: "Perhaps I was wrong, and you were right: she can be nice. Just watch him and yourself!"

We arrived home when the phone rang, and it was Jenny. She told me all about the course, how difficult it was with lots of reading material, but no time to read it. It was exciting and she learned a lot. She also missed me, and I had to tell her what we did today. When I started to describe the dressmaker's efforts, she stopped me politely. "James, my love, I adore you, but you don't have the competency to discuss fashion. Remember that I love you beyond all limits but let me talk to Maureen now. I love you!"

I gave the phone to Maureen and when she put it on the speaker phone, I left and got myself a drink, a book and put a Rachmaninoff piano concerto on the CD. This would take more time than I was willing to endure!

It seemed that the conversation continued lively and only when I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, they stopped. Maureen handed me the phone once more so that Jenny could send me a kiss, and then we returned to real life.

The two ladies looked at each other and excused themselves: time to change. Another chapter in my book (getting weirder every page), change the second to the third piano concerto, and they came back. Eileen was in one of her long transparent gowns (she must have bought tens of them in all possible colors) and Maureen surprised me: she wore one of my overlong football shirts. She lifted the hem, however, to show me that local rules were obeyed. We had a leisurely dinner, talking about the day and what we would do tomorrow; finally, Eileen got up and started to take most of the plates off. I wondered what would happen now, but when she placed the Belvedere, the smoked salmon and a white tube on a silver platter, I knew what her intentions were. I looked at Maureen and she nodded; she accepted whatever would happen now.

"James, darling, I'll have to return to Brisbane tomorrow and would like to take one memory with me: a night of making love when you confirm again that you're my Lord and Master. I want to be loved tenderly and I want to be taken roughly, so can we go to bed, please?"

She took the platter and walked away, and I could admire her slender tight body, with her ass cheeks swinging sensuously from side to side; a walk that someone had described to me once as wall-to-wall walking. She looked back and smiled, with the tip of her tongue slowly licking the corners of her mouth. Placing the platter on the sideboard and reaching up to her shoulder, she did something and the gown slipped down. She turned around slowly and presented herself to me with her smiling face, twinkling eyes, her long shiny red hair, her proud breasts standing up, her waist and hips slender and her long runner's legs well turned. She opened them a bit and I saw a few drops glistening already on her labia.

"This is all yours, James. Take it and take me."

She lay down and after shedding my clothes, followed her. Stroking her soft side and following the curves from her shoulder to below her hip, she purred and pushed my hand to her pussy. "James, no teasing tonight." Ignoring her plea, I parted her outer lips and bent down to taste their insides with long, lingering licks, alternating these licks with more teasing, letting my tongue treat her like an ice cream cone, and she was loving the attention. When I suddenly put my tongue deep inside her, rolling it and pushing like a finger that could spread her channel wider, she moaned, shuddered once and held my head against her pussy with all her might. She wanted something different, however. "James, this is very nice, but I want more; now make love to me, please."

She got up, moved over my hips and slowly lowered herself on my penis, and suddenly I was deep inside her. We did not move for a movement and I looked over to Maureen, who had undressed also and was watching us, with her hands caressing her breasts. A move and a little growl above me told me, however, that Eileen was not satisfied that not all of my attention was on her, and she showed me where it should be. Raising herself and then pushing down, not very fast at the beginning, but then increasing her pace, she let her face show that her time was coming. She was looking at me all the time, but now, instead of only love, there was also ecstasy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her emotion, moving up and down, moving sideways, back to up and down, faster and faster. She was shivering and I pulled her face forward, kissing her and when I touched her breast, she started to moan.

Suddenly she lifted herself off me and lay on her back, opening her legs wide for me. "James, take me!" It was easy to connect again, and I continued to push into her, and she responded with abandon.

I knew I was getting close to make her come. Several more strokes and she started to lose her control and wave after wave of her orgasm rolled over her. I stopped for a moment as she continued to feel her body become rigid with her eyes closed tight, but then I was slowly picking up my pace.

She liked it. "Keep going, darling..." she affirmed. "I want more!" I obeyed and she was rapidly responding again. I was holding her close and she opened her eyes, showing her satisfaction of her orgasm, but still wanting more. She was looking at me. "James, this was wonderful, but you have not come yet. Take me, darling, satisfy yourself!"

Her pussy contracted tightly and when Maureen leaned forward and tweaked the tips of her breasts, it was too much for her. She yelled out loud; it was just sound, but the noise of a woman in arousal, and pushing herself up, clasped her legs around my hips to get me inside her as deep as possible. I almost followed her when she came, but at the last moment I could control myself. I was certain that she wanted still more, and I could not disappoint her.

She shuddered and fell back to the bed; then she embraced me. "James, this was better than wonderful, but I want to feel you come in me; making love is not only for one person, but for both."

I waited for her to relax and feeling her firm body beneath me, I was wondering myself why I had hesitated. George was furious: he did all the work and the other partner in crime got satisfied. Me too, he yelled. Eileen felt his movements and started to grin. "You, my dear, cannot hide your desire. Perhaps another entrance is more tempting?"

She moved away from under me and reached for the sideboard. A shot of Belvedere and a salmon toast appeared before me and she clicked her glass against mine. "Anyhow and anywhere."

She moved back and stayed on her knees and forearms, pushing her ass invitingly into the air, and I caressed the soft skin, I let my eyes roam over her body, seeing the pucker of her sphincter, the swollen pink of her pussy and her swollen and dripping clitoral hood, and then looking over to see her nipples protruding from firm breasts. It was the picture of a woman in deep arousal.

Eileen sighed when I brushed my thumb across it her little puckered hole. My other hand found her breast, and I rolled the stiff nipple between my fingers. I increased the pressure, triggering a moan of approval while she pushed her ass into my other hand. My thumb now hovered over her sphincter, rubbing and prodding the slightly rough flesh while she bucked beneath me. Time to move this along.

With one fast move I pushed my shaft deep into her pussy, since I needed lubrication and she needed the excitement to help over the first few moments when it might hurt as I entered her. Eileen looked back questioning me, but I smiled. "Patience, little Grasshopper!"