A Fantasy about Love Pt. 12

We sat and I looked around; it was solidly booked out and a great honor for Allan. The organizers had spent some money: the Great Western was a nice sparkling wine, but even Eileen didn't know the Chardonnay and the Shiraz they served. She tasted it, and then looked at Maureen, who sipped the Shiraz and nodded. "Quite acceptable."

They discussed the wines; it seemed to have come from a small, but upcoming winery, and slowly the event started. There were speeches, and then there were more speeches, and then a simple but tasty roast beef was served; it matched the Shiraz perfectly. There were more speeches until the big moment arrived. The host went to the center stage. "We have today among our guest a lovely lady and this year's Business Executive for the State of Queensland. She has led her company after her husband's regrettable death to the leading position in that state, and perhaps I should warn certain companies in this state: this week she bought NSW Trucking. Beware, competitors! But now I have the honor to ask Mrs. Monahan to come up to the stage and present our homage to Sir Allan Moise, our Business Executive for this year."

The applause was long, and some whistles were added to great amusement of all when she walked up to the stage. She was prepared: she talked about Allan's past, his great achievements, his leadership in the NSW business community and best of all, the young people he had always mentored and motivated to grow. It was a short, but moving speech and Ellen was thoroughly impressed. When she called Allan to the stage, the applause was thundering. She handed him the platter and stepped back. His speech was also short, and he praised the support he had always received from his friends and colleagues, and his promise that even retired, he would continue to the goals Mrs. Monahan had stated. He accepted the platter and the applause was even louder.

When it died down, Eileen stepped once more forward. "Before anybody in this room or outside has any plans to use his knowledge and leadership, you'll be disappointed. Sir Allan has accepted a Board position in NT, and I'll keep him very busy! I'd also like to add another word. We honor today Sir Allan, but as you all know, and I'm certain your wives have told you this often enough, that behind every great man stands an even greater woman. I have known Lady Ellen for almost a year and can say that I'm certain that Sir Allan's success also - and principally - came from the support she gave him. May I lead the applause for her?" and she clapped her hands. Everyone joined her and when it stopped, Allan led her back to our table.

Ellen was surprised, but she saw the sincere admiration in Eileen's eyes and words. She opened her arms and Eileen stepped into them; I must say that the makeup of both ladies had to be restored. I was proud of Eileen.

The speeches were done, dinner was served, and the orchestra started to play. Allan looked at Ellen and she nodded. "Eileen, may I have the honor of this dance?" She accepted gracefully, but first looked at Ellen and she nodded once more. "Go ahead, enjoy yourselves." They were a great couple: Allan, the perfect gentleman in his smoking and Eileen, the stunning beauty. He bowed to her on the dance floor and the waltz started. It was obvious that they enjoyed the dance and each other. I got up and asked Maureen to dance and whilst we could not match the elegance of the other couple, we enjoyed it as well. When we came back, I offered Jenny my hand and was lucky; it was a slow dance that gave us the chance to stay close to each other.

Ellen complimented us. "You are so lovely together; just be careful that you don't show your emotion too openly!" She talked to us, but her attention was on the dance floor where Allan was twirling Eileen around and around. She laughed with pleasure and followed his steps perfectly. Ellen was a bit sad. "He enjoys dancing so much and I cannot accompany him anymore..."

I tried to console her. "Ellen, this is a short moment that he can let go and dance and enjoy it; what is much more important, and he knows it, that you've been at his side all these years and we hope will stay many more years still. These memories cannot be deleted by a few moments on the dance floor. He'll go home with the wife he loves, and who loves him. He will never forget this."

She nodded and wiped a tear from her eyes. "You are right, darling. He's mine, and he knows it - well, he better does! And I trust you to keep him on his toes!"

She started to smile. "Maureen dear, keep this guy. It will be difficult to find another one with his qualities, but don't tell him. You keep him on his toes! And Jenny, watch them both!"

After a while Allan came back from the dance floor, leading a radiantly smiling Eileen. She was breathing rapidly, since the last dance had been a foxtrot, and gulped a glass of the sparkling wine. She was not satisfied, however. "James, it is your turn now. Come on!" and she pulled me to the floor. I looked back and saw Allan talking to Ellen, and both smiling; I could relax, therefore.

We went through all the classical dances (there was even a cha-cha-cha!) and Eileen leaned into me at the last waltz.

"James darling, you know how to dance, but Allan is better. He has more experience, he leads better, and he is dancing like a professional. But I love how you always look out for me being presented at my best. James, you have been displaced as my number one partner in dancing, but don't worry, you are still my number one man in my heart."

I wondered about her choice of words and decided to discuss this with Maureen 'still my number one man in my heart'. What did she mean with number one? Is there a number two? And how about 'still'? Did she start to have doubts about our relationship? She had every right to decide what she wanted for her life, but if she were to have thoughts about Allan, I would have to stop that, if that still was possible. I trusted her common sense, however.

There was time for one more dance with Maureen, one with Jenny and then we all left. Ellen knew that the next day was Jenny's birthday and asked us over for tea, and Jenny accepted. The driver took us back to our flat; Eileen was still excited and wanted to do something - what she did not know, but she would come up with an answer after changing to something more comfortable.

"James, will you help me out of my dress? It's quite complicated to undo the buttons at the back, but I'm certain you'll enjoy the rewards..."

That was too much for me; after all, she was in our flat and it was not her place to command the others.

"Eileen, I'll help you, but then I'll have to help Maureen and Jenny. Why don't you go ahead, and I'll join you in a few moments?"

She was surprised that I didn't jump at her voice, looked at me for a moment and left, swaying her hip and promising whatever I wanted. I told Maureen to wait for me in the bedroom; I would help her mother and come back to her. She also had doubts in her mind what had happened but agreed. I left them and went to the guestroom, where Eileen was waiting for me. She turned around presenting her back and the buttons were really minuscule, and I understood her problem. I slowly undressed her, and it was wonderful to feel her nude body in my hands, but regretfully I stepped back.

"Eileen, I promised Maureen to help her, too, so I've to go." She was upset: "James, I promised you rewards, and you want to abandon them? Jenny can help Maureen!"

I shook my head. "Eileen, I promised and I keep my promises, and you know this."

She turned her head away. "Well, if you think this way, I'll go to sleep. See you in the morning."

When I wanted to kiss her, she only offered her cheek. "Well, go to Maureen if she's more important to you than I!"

This went too far, and I had to put my foot down. "Eileen, you should remember that Maureen is my wife, not you! And you should remember also that she agreed that she would share occasionally as long as this relationship was quite clear. Please think about this!"

I wished her a good night, but she turned away from me. I was certain that the next day would be problematic.

Maureen and Jenny were waiting for me, sitting on the bed like little schoolchildren who knew they had done something wrong. I kissed them. "Let's undress and then we'll talk."

Fortunately, they needed my help, too, and how had they managed to get into those dresses on their own? The feeling as completely different: they enjoyed offering their bodies to me, showing their dedication and mine, and as more and more of their bodies became available for my hands to touch and to caress, our affection was renewed. Finally, I laid them on our bed and joined them in the middle.

Maureen wanted to know what had happened with her mother and I gave her a full rundown on what I had said, seen and felt. She felt also that Eileen had (again) stepped out of bounds with her focus on Allan and ignoring Ellen's feelings. She must have known that Ellen was sad that she could not dance and to ignore her that way, was not the Eileen I thought I knew. I told them also about the 'still the number one man' remark and wondered what might have caused it.

Jenny was as confused as I was. "Didn't she always say that she would be yours for the rest of her life? Now she has other options?"

I decided that tomorrow would resolve itself and suggested to go to sleep; tomorrow was Jenny's birthday! She immediately used this opportunity.

"James, my love, my darling, please tell me what present I'll get. If you don't tell me, I'll not be able to sleep. And I'll look miserable tomorrow! Do you want me to look ugly? You know that I don't like to wait for presents!"

I told her that she could not be ugly even if she tried it and just when I started to say my favorite phrase, she glared at me. "If you say 'Patience, little grasshopper', I'll show you what a grasshopper can do!"

I waited for a moment and said: "Patience, little grasshopper!" and she jumped me. Maureen laughed and went out of the way so that Jenny could hit me freely. Well, at least she tried, but there was no force behind her blows and when she started to laugh, the comedy was obvious. She fell back onto the bed. "You are mean, really mean, and I will not say 'my love' for at least five minutes. And you, Maureen, are not better; why did you not help me? Come on, you can tell me in confidence, and I won't tell James!"

In the end, Jenny agreed to wait, and I got up to look after Eileen and as we had expected, she was asleep. I covered her with the blanket that had fallen to the floor and kissed her head. Maureen was waiting and said: 'Local Rules' and when I lay down, she offered her breasts for my kisses; Jenny repeated the gesture but could not stop herself: "You could show at least a bit more of enthusiasm!"

Well, I showed my enthusiasm, tickling her until she asked for mercy. Then I repeated my gesture and asked "Satisfied?" She nodded; just before closing her eyes, Maureen gave her a little present.

"Darling, I will get up tomorrow to prepare breakfast, since it's your day. I'll knock on your door half an hour before I want you at the table so that you can finish as you want. Or do you want to get up first?"

Jenny shook her head determinately. "Thank you, Maureen. I'll use that time with great pleasure. Tell me, what will be the dress code at breakfast?"

Maureen looked at me. "If I can judge James' face and intentions correctly, I would say the less fabric the better!" I nodded.

Slowly we fell asleep with both placing their heads on my chest and I hugging them closely. I would never tire of these moments.

In the morning I felt Maureen slipping out of the bed and after a visit to the bathroom, vanished to the kitchen. Jenny mumbled something and turned around to face me. One eye opened and then closed again. "What time is it?"

"Time to wake up, my love, Maureen is already in the kitchen."

The other eye opened and she smiled. "It's my birthday, right? Will you tell me now what my present is?" I shook my head and before I could reminisce about what grasshoppers should have, she kissed me. It started as an innocent little peck to avoid the grasshopper phrase, but it turned rapidly into a passionate embrace. She moved over my body and kneeled between my legs, giving me access to her pert breasts; her nipples were already on attention. She leaned forward to kiss me once more and then touched my lips with her breast. My reaction was automatic: I opened my mouth and sucked the stiff nipple in, twirling my tongue around her tip. She purred satisfied with my action.

I looked at her face; her lips curved in a serene smile and she locked my eyes with hers, with my hands returning to the swell of her breasts. Cupping the side of her soft globes, I passed my thumb over the nipple's bumpy surface, stroking it gently. Then I pulled her closer again and my lips started to play around the areola, feeling its texture and my fingers applying the lightest pressure.

Maureen knocked on the door. "Breakfast in half an hour." Jenny stopped me and pushed me down; she slowly went south and finally arrived at me shaft, already waiting for attention.

"George, I don't want to wait for my breakfast - I want my morning proteins now!"

She stroked it gently and then took it into her mouth, licking up and down and circling her tongue around the tip. She looked up, grinning. "If there is one thing I want, it's to wake up with you and have you at my disposal. So, George, may I invite you to have fun with me?"

Now she started to take her effort seriously. I did not have the force to stay and the feeling of her warm mouth around my penis and seeing her head bobbing up and down was too much for me. I warned her, but she just intensified her movements and I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed most, but it was too much and there were drops dripping down her cheek onto her shoulders and breasts.

She licked her lips. "James, you taste wonderful, especially in the morning. Wanna try?" and she wiped a finger around her mouth and offered it to me. It was not my preferred taste, as I liked hers much more, but if she offered, I accepted it. After all, she had swallowed a whole load.

She moved up, kissed me and I got another taste of myself. At last, she sighed. "Maureen is mean, and she will not wait for us, so we better get up. Good morning, my love, and thank you for my first fare."

She looked at me expectantly. "My present?" But before I could say anything, she turned around. "I know, I know ... Grasshoppers and all that stupid stuff!" When she was at the door, I whistled; she smiled and came back to offer herself once more to my lips; there are many moments in our life that I did appreciate, and this was certainly one of them. To see a smiling face and have a pert firm breast in my mouth was paradise. We showered together since we were both environmental activists and I believed firmly that showering with your friend saved a lot of water. I offered to towel her and when I checked whether she was really dry, she also came most satisfactorily. "What do you want me to wear, my love?"

I just looked at her and she sighed. "I know, the more of me available for viewing and touching, the better for my husband." I was happy that it was now natural for her to consider me as her husband; I was married formally to Maureen, but in reality, the three of us were one.

She selected a little beige transparent bolero and a long, flimsy white skirt reaching to the floor and she pointed to a big button on the side. "If you get tired of this, just open it and it will fall down. Satisfied?" I nodded and kissed her. "Happy Birthday, my love. May there be an infinity of others for us coming up!"

She nodded. "I love you so much, darling, and it seems that every day there's a little bit more..."

We arrived in the kitchen in time to avoid Maureen's displeasure. Everything was ready: the champagne, the waffles, toast, jam, tea and coffee, and the cake with the candle: everything.

Eileen was still missing and I went to get her. She was up already and not in her best mood. "Where were you last night? I waited for you!"

There was nothing I could do. "Eileen, I helped Maureen and Jenny as promised and came back, but you were asleep already. I covered you with your blanket, gave you a kiss and left. Remember that this is Jenny's birthday and I was told that the dress code is the less the better."

"Well, we'll see..." and turned around. I whistled and she whipped back to me. "What do you want? I was waiting for you last night and you preferred to stay with my daughter. Don't count on me today to do what you want!"

I took her arms and forced her to sit on her bed. "Eileen, what do you want? Yesterday was wonderful, you danced with Allan and with me and enjoyed the day and the evening, you were so perceptive with Ellen's feeling, and now you are angry because I did not follow your command to stay with you? Remember one thing, Eileen: we are together because we want it and not because we are forced to do it. I love you and I believe that you love me, too, but if you feel uncomfortable around me, please let me know and I shall withdraw. May I ask you a question? Did you take your medicine?"

She looked around and found a little box on the side table. Opening it, she shook her head.

"No, James. I forgot. Go ahead, and I'll join you in five minutes." She stepped forward and kissed me. "Don't forget: you promised me that you'll always forgive me if I step out of bounds. This time it's not my fault!"

I kissed her back and left. Maureen looked at me. "Problem resolved, she'll be here in five minutes."

I appreciated the view that Maureen was offering me: My favorite light green transparent gown that exposed her breasts and long slits at both sides to show her legs when she moved. I complained that she had left the bed in the morning without obeying local rules and she came forward. "Here they are, silly. Didn't I tell you from the first time I kissed you, that they were yours? Remember the little blue top? I'll always keep it as a memory of that wonderful weekend!"

When I feasted my lips on those puffy areolae, there was a cough: Eileen had arrived in a much better mood, dressed in one of her long grey slinky gowns, that showed her body to perfection and was transparent enough that I could see her areolae and her pussy. She pushed her décolleté down to offer her breasts. "And I? EOA!" She came forward and presented her firm breasts for my kisses. I was never sure which I enjoyed most; they were all firm and soft, responsive to my hands and my mouth, and offered with grace and joy, but in the end, Maureen would always be my first love.

I opened the champagne and Jenny sat beside me. "Ladies, today is my birthday and I shall do absolutely nothing. I want to be served today and that starts with you, James. Where is my present?"

I took out two little boxes and presented them to her. There was a little card on them wishing her a happy birthday and many returns; she just looked at it and the opened the first one. It was a white gold chain with a filigree pattern, which was closed at the back with an opal and white gold clasp, and in the front curved with a ´V´ from which a delicate jade pendant hung. She swallowed and opened the second box: there was a diamond bracelet that fitted the earrings I had given her at the wedding. The diamonds were cut in a similar way and obviously meant to be a match. She looked at me and shook her head.

"James, they are wonderful, but you should not have done this. They must be so expensive. A bunch of flowers would have been as nice." This was an opportunity I could not miss.

"Jenny, I can return them and get you a bunch of roses still this morning. Put them back into the boxes and I'll return them."