A Fantasy about Love Pt. 12

Maureen laughed when she saw my face. "What did you expect: three nude women? You're badly accustomed, my dear! Be grateful that we let you join us!" I agreed - I was badly accustomed seeing more of them when we were at home.

The first bottle went fast, and we discussed what to do the following days. Saturday was Allan's night and Ellen had invited us for lunch, and Sunday was Jenny's birthday. Eileen suggested lunch at The Quay, and she would invite Allan and Ellen. The conversation was easy, and I had to defend myself against the three, and not always with success. Teasing is a sport invented by and mastered by women, and we men never had a chance. The only consolation was that the second bottle made them relax and a few buttons opened up, showing a bit more of cleavage.

Obviously it was Eileen, who first let the blouse fall open and her breasts appeared firm and proud. It took the third bottle to make Maureen and Jenny follow her example, and I would take whatever teasing and insults they threw at me just to keep them in that mood.

Suddenly Eileen got up and turned to Maureen. "Do you remember when we asked James who had the prettier breasts, you or me, and he weaseled out? Then he chickened out again when we mentioned Jenny! Now the three are here and we should ask again since now he has the better baseline he demanded and lots of practical hands-on experience on each of us. He should be able now to come to a decision, don´t you think so?" and she slid out of her blouse.

Maureen laughed and followed her example; Jenny hesitated for a moment, looking at me asking what to do. I nodded, and she was topless, too.

There they stood: proudly displaying the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen or had had in my hands or mouth. I got up and walked around them and touched each areola; the nipples were stiff already. Eileen had the fuller mounds, a woman at the height of her beauty. She had large areolae, and small nipples and they stood up proud to my touch, with no sag even having had a child. Maureen had smaller breasts with large areolae, puffy and long nipples, and when I kissed one, she closed her eyes in agreement. Jenny was different: she had small firm breasts with her long nipples looking upwards, and her long raven colored hair just touched one nipple. I touched her and she leaned forward to get closer to my hand.

It was an impossible decision and they knew it; they just wanted to embarrass me. I walked around once more and stopping in front of each, sucked each nipple into my mouth and chewed it a bit. That made them pay attention, but I still did not say anything. Suddenly, when I was standing in front of Eileen, she reached down and opened a button on her skirt. It fell down and she opened her legs a bit.

"Does this help you to decide?" Maureen cried "Unfair!" and let her skirt fall down also. Jenny didn't do anything: she just looked at me. I looked down to the treasures presented to me: Eileen with her shaved pussy, her clit already emerging and a few drops clinging to her outer lips; Maureen had shaved her half-shell pussy also and when she moved, I smelled her arousal; Jenny still said nothing, looking at me.

Finally, I made my decision. "You know that each of you is different, and each is beautiful. I cannot decide - I can only say that I love them, I love to fondle them, I love to touch and kiss and suck and chew them. They are firm and soft, they stand up inviting me to kiss them, and I'll always cherish them, now and forever."

Eileen took me in her arms. "You are a coward, but we love you, but act now do as you promised: touch and kiss and suck and chew them. We are at your disposal, James."

I cherished all of them, seeing that the champagne had made its power visible and asked them whether they did not believe a bit of solid food might be advisable. Eileen shook her head; she wanted to fool around a bit more, but Jenny stepped in.

"James, you're right. I'm hungry, so let´s eat something. Come and help me to set the table."

I followed her and when I looked back, I saw that Eileen was surprised: I ignored the opportunity to enjoy her body? Maureen whispered something and Eileen glared at Jenny. How could she do this?

Well, we survived the glare and prepared dinner. Jenny waited until we were alone.

"James, you know that I don't want to compete with Eileen about who's prettier, who has the best body or who can make love better. Help me please to avoid this if possible; I know that she has the more beautiful body; after all, she is a woman and I am still growing up. I also know that you love me; not only my body but even much more my heart and my soul. I don´t want to see you painted into a corner because if you would say anything that does not please her, she would be upset. So, my love, feel free to say that she's prettier, that she knows more than I about making love; you know that I'm yours whatever you say, and I know that you'll always love me."

I hugged her and she leaned into me. "Do you want me to drop my skirt, too?"

I shook my head. "You don´t have to compete with Eileen. Jenny, I would never say this to Eileen, but Maureen and you are the two women I'm dedicated to. I can trust the two of you with everything I have, and you'll always back me. I love Eileen, but I never know what will happen and what will upset her, so you and Maureen (and I'll always keep you together) are my future."

She started to cry, and I tried to kiss her tears away when suddenly two other arms came around us. Maureen had come in and had heard what I had said. "My love, we'll never separate - we are one. James was my first, but so he was for you. I had my blessing, but you you received the same grace. We trust you blindly, even if we fight with you!"

She also had a tear on her cheek, and I kissed it away, too. "I believe it is time to get away from this emotional confusion and eat something. Where's your mother?"

She looked at Jenny. "Men! Here we declare our unending love to this man and all he wants is to eat? And then he asks about another woman? Hah! I believe he should sleep on his own tonight, and on the couch!"

Jenny nodded. "I agree that we have to punish him. I'll get a blanket, the new sheets we bought and the pillows. You sleep with your mother and I'll stay with James to make certain that he will not fall off the couch or sneaks into his bed."

Maureen yelled: "Traitor! No, traitress! I'm wife number one and you're number two! I've to look after him, not you! You can sleep with Eileen!"

I tried to interfere "Where is Eileen?" but was ignored. Their eyes were laughing when they argued who would be sacrificed, but at the end, they had a compromise: James would sleep in their bed, and both would observe me to ascertain that I would not fall out of it.

I went to the sitting room and saw Eileen asleep with a happy smile on her face. I called Maureen. "What are we going to do?" Maureen said that her mother was exhausted, and it might be a good idea for me to carry her to her bed and let her sleep.

"James, it is not the champagne; I've seen her drink much more than this and she never showed any reaction. She's tired and tomorrow is another busy day, as she'll have to face Ellen and that will not be easy. She also is at home with us, and that makes her feel safe and relaxed. Let her sleep."

I picked her up (and it was a pleasant weight) and carried her to the guest bedroom. Maureen arranged the blanket and she never woke up. We had our dinner and after looking in on Eileen, we retired to our bedroom. After the trip through the bathroom, we were finally alone, just the three of us. Maureen placed her head on my chest and Jenny followed suite. This was one of the moments I cherished most in my life: the loves of my life beside me and their bodies warming mine. Maureen's wavy hair tickled my nose and Jenny's long straight her framed her face.

Both turned to me. "What do you want, darling? One of us? Both?" I hugged them. "All I want I have right now: you in my arms. Feeling you close to me is wonderful; making love is wonderful, too, but tonight let´s just be happy with each other."

They looked at each other and smiled. "We have found the right man. Let´s keep him!"

We were happy, talked about everything and nothing, and Jenny started to interrogate us what would happen on her birthday. She wanted to know what presents we had, but we kept quiet. Her birthday was on Sunday and she tried to be upset but was not very convincing. In the end, she gave up, but wanted a compensation.

"You are mean, James - and you, too, Maureen, but if you don´t want to tell me, you have to kiss my breasts." I stared at her: where had this come from? A non sequitur typical for a woman´s wiles is when she doesn´t get what she wants, she changes the subject. Woman power!

I thought to deny that request, but when I considered the benefits, I acceded. She turned to me and pushing Maureen aside (gently and with an apology, but very firmly) and offered her breasts to me. I adored them and would never tire of looking and touching them, and this night was no different. I kissed them affectionately with Maureen watching us, but slowly she wanted my attention, too.

When Jenny stopped for a moment, she said firmly "My turn!" and now I had the pleasure of her breasts; I always was fascinated by her puffy areolae and her long nipples. She did not purr, but expressed her satisfaction with throaty moans. In the end, she relented and looking at Jenny, smiled. "Just imagine in a few years' time when he's properly trained!"

We fell asleep in each other's arms and in the early morning I felt someone leaving the bed; I was not happy about this because one side was suddenly without the warmth of a body pressed against mine. It did not last long, and she returned, but somehow the feeling was different and then I realized that Maureen had left, and Eileen had returned. She murmured something and her arms came around my chest and she was asleep again. Later Jenny left and I was alone with Eileen. She had turned and now I was embracing her. The sun came up when she woke up; she stretched and her eyes opened.

"Good morning, my love. I felt lonely during the night, but then Maureen came and offered me her place in your bed. Here I am and what do you want to do with me?"

I kissed her and she closed her eyes again. "You can do this forever, darling, but remember that there are other parts of my body that want attention!"

So I went and visited all parts of her delectable body and at the end, we made gentle love, not the passion she exceeded in, but the love of a couple that knows each other and is comfortable with that love.

There was a noise at the door: Maureen was standing there and applauded. "That was very nice, you two, but breakfast is on the table; you have ten minutes." We rushed through the bathroom and when we arrived in the kitchen, I made some gloomy comments on how the situation had changed - I had promises from two women that they would never forget their promises and what happened this morning? They just walked away! Jenny looked at Maureen. "Men!" and coming over, pulled her top down to give me access to her breasts. Maureen repeated the gesture and then asked: "Satisfied?"

I murmured that I could remember moments of more dedication and passion, but if this was our future...

Jenny came over. "James, you can tease us, but never make jokes about our love and dedication. Do you understand this?" I was surprised by the tone of her words and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. No Jokes, Ma'am. Yes, Ma'am."

She continued to look at me. "James, we love you and will do whatever you want, but there's one matter that's very important to me! I will not joke about our love, our relationship, and our future. There's teasing and that I accept and will do, but jokes are of a different weight."

I nodded. "Understood, Jenny - it will not happen again."

Eileen looked at Jenny with a new feeling; the way she had defended our life impressed her. This moment passed, however, without any more problems and we had breakfast. There was a phone call from the event's organizers; they had heard that Eileen was in town and asked whether she would be willing to present the silver platter to Sir Allan at night. She thought for a moment and agreed. That changed the plans for the day and the ladies decided to go to the hairdresser. They told me to behave and they would meet me at Allan's home for a late lunch. I finished my presentation on a strategic plan for NT and then drove over to Allan. I was first and Ellen pulled me aside. "James, what should I expect today? I am worried about Allan and that woman."

I told her to relax: first she had to trust Allan and then she had to accept that Eileen was different from her. She was aggressive, extrovert, and if she wanted, extremely charming. I knew her, and she would never try to take another woman's man away. She would flirt and make extravagant gestures, but would always stop at the last moment. She wanted to prove her power and that was one of her flaws: she would go all out and then stop. There were not many people who understood this, but I was certain that Allan was one of that group. "And in any case, I shall watch her. If she steps out of bounds, I take her in again."

She smiled. "I trust you, darling. James, you do not know how much pleasure you and your two loves have given me in these troublesome months. A child could not have been better or more caring, and I consider you my son I never had."

A tear appeared in her eye and I must admit that my eye became wet also. I bent down and hugged her carefully. "And you're to me the mother I never had when I needed her!" and now we both cried. Finally, she pushed me away. "Go and have a drink with Allan; he must be curious why we were talking on our own."

Allan was waiting for me with a glass of sherry in his hand and just looked at me but did not ask what had happened. We talked about Mr. Simpson: he had heard some very positive comments about our move and how we had done it, and there were some worried remarks from our future competitors.

Finally, the ladies arrived, all made up. Eileen was simply beautiful with a careful makeup and her hair in long waves falling to her shoulders. Maureen and Jenny were simpler with just their natural beauty shining through. If I had to choose, I would look a long time at Eileen and then take Maureen and Jenny because the love was so much deeper.

Ellen was the perfect host and Eileen the perfect guest. I saw Allan look at her occasionally, but there was nothing emotional in his eyes; it was the appreciation of a man for a woman at her peak of beauty. Ellen looked at me once and nodded; she was satisfied. At one moment they were even joking with each other about the foibles of men and when we left, they touched their cheeks in that social substitution for a kiss.

At home, I was placed in the sitting room with a book and a drink in my hand and was told not to interfere in their dressing for the evening. Later Maureen appeared in her dressing gown and told me to move and get into my smoking, as it was time to go. I changed and returned to the main room.

Jenny was the first to come out and I had to swallow: she was so beautiful. She was dressed in a long dark blue silky gown that adhered to every curve of her slender body. There was a modest décolleté and her opal pendant was hanging between her breasts. She had used her diamond earrings, and her wrist showed a thin diamond bracelet; she also wore proudly the diamond ring I had given her as a sign of my commitment. The best part was her face: smiling, satisfied with my reaction, and only wearing a little bit of blush on her cheeks and a pale color on her lips. I got up and started to embrace her, but she stepped back.

"Have you learned nothing in our life together, darling? You cannot kiss a woman ready to go out on a formal event, but you may kiss my hand." and she extended it to me. I didn't do the formal way, hovering half an inch above the hand: I kissed it. "You're beautiful, Jenny, and I love you." She smiled again "I know, and I love you, James."

Then Maureen appeared and caused the same reaction. She was also in a long dark gown (blue this time) that showed off her beautiful slim body. She also wore the opal pendant (I started to wonder when this would cause gossiping in the future), had somewhere found diamond earrings, but there was the opal bracelet on her wrist. Her hand showed the ring with our family crest and again, the best part was her face, smiling and glowing with love. She asked me whether she should put on her crown. "Forgive me, my coronet", but I suggested not to do it. This was not a formal ball with social invitees, as it was a business event and if she wore the coronet, she would be the center of attention, not the people honored. She nodded, and I kissed her hand. And then Eileen appeared.

She had gone all out, and I wondered whether she had judged the event correctly. She was simply stunning. A long black gown with miniscule golden threads woven into it, the ruby brooch on her left breast, and a long slit up her side. Her cleavage was just a bit less than decent and she used a beautiful pearl choker (thank God she did not use the opal pendant; that would have been too much). The almost transparent grey-green cashmere that I had bought her in New York, was draped around her shoulders; on her head, she wore a small tiara matching the choker (she knew that the one we had given her would have been too much), and on her hand was a huge blue diamond ring.

She smiled, but not in the loving way Jenny and Maureen had looked at me, but in a proud way saying: 'Here I am. Look at me! Adore me!' When she walked in, the slit opened and her long tanned leg appeared. Stunning was the only word that came into my head. Maureen and Jenny just stared, overwhelmed as I was.

"Milady, may I have the pleasure and audacity to say that you are a very beautiful woman indeed? May I also have to honor to accompany you as your faithful servant?" It was really too much, but she was demanding that homage. She smiled satisfied with our reactions and when I held out my arms, she put her hand on it.

"Lay on, McDuff. Count de Winter, I'm happy to be at your side tonight."

I looked at Maureen and she nodded; she conceded the official honors to her mother tonight, but privately it would be a completely different picture. The car was waiting outside and even the driver needed a moment to close his mouth when he saw the ladies. It was a short drive and the car was soon filled with the different perfumes they were wearing; the prominent scent was Eileen's and as always it was her heavy Opium. We arrived at the Sydney Convention Center and a red carpet was already waiting for us. We were one of the last guests to arrive (another strategy of Eileen) and there was silence when we entered.

The host was at the door to receive us, swallowed when he saw Eileen and asked her whether she would deliver the silver platter to Sir Allan, as promised. She nodded. There was the noise of hundreds of people talking at the same time when we walked through the main door, but that noise slowly was silenced when they saw the procession of beautiful women. We were led to Allan's table, as he had arranged that we would sit together, and when we came to the table, I watched Ellen and Allan.

Ellen was shocked at first when she saw how beautiful Eileen was (after all, she had gone all out) and then envy entered her eyes for a moment, but immediately was replaced by the serene expression we all knew. Allan was different: he also saw a beautiful woman walking up to him and for a moment there was admiration mixed with lust in his eyes. Then he swallowed and took a step back.

"Thank you for coming to this event. I am honored." and he kissed her hand. Ellen had observed his reaction and nodded, satisfied that he knew his position. Eileen bent to touch her cheek to Ellen, and then Allan bowed once more to kiss the hands of my ladies. Ellen looked at me and I bent down to her, but she took my face into her hands. "Thank you, James, for protecting me." and she kissed me, but on my mouth. It was a soft little kiss, but it showed her love for me.