A Fantasy about Love Pt. 13

I went for the first option and she accelerated even more. Suddenly she closed her eyes and pushed herself onto my shaft with all force, moaning with excitement. She trembled and went rigid for a moment, and then slowly relaxed. When she opened her eyes, she was disappointed. "James, you didn't come. Was I not good?"

I told her she was much better than good, but that I had enjoyed her so much that my point had not arrived yet. She lifted her body and went back to talk to George. "You've been lazy: I gave you everything and you didn't respond. So let's try once more, but this time, I want your full cooperation!"

She kissed him. "We taste nice together, darling, but I need more of you." and went back to sit on my hips again. It was still easier now to slide into her and when she started to rock, I rolled with her. Again I received her breast to fondle and this time I let go, exploding deep inside her. She came also and now she was satisfied. She went down once more and told George: "You see what you can do if you want it? A little cooperation goes a long way, George - remember this!"

She kissed him and glanced up at me. "Before it was tasty, but James, now it's addictive."

She cleaned me thoroughly and came up to kiss me. Now I could also taste our combined flavors and it was strange, but I liked it. It was love.

She looked down. "James, I've to clean up, since I really don't want to sleep in a puddle, and you have been quite prolific in your love!" She must have planned it in advance, because a cloth was already handy. When she was ready, she lay beside me and wriggled her way into my arms.

"James, this is the best time in my life and I just wished that it would never end, but life exists outside of our little paradise. What do you want to do now? Another round?"

I shook my head. "Jenny, my love, we're not here to make nonstop love. We're here because you received a gift from Maureen to enjoy ourselves, to talk to each other, to plan out future. We'll make love and I hope more than once, but now let's just relax and enjoy the day."

It was slowly getting dark and I suggested the Jacuzzi; she agreed and I asked Jane (??) to send a bottle of chilled Chardonnay to the pool; her choice to select the wine. We would be there in ten minutes. "Yes, Sir" was the only comment I heard. After some more cuddling, I took some towels and we moved to the pool.

The water was warm and welcoming, relaxing our bodies, and the sight of Jenny's breasts floating on the water was inspiring. Then she moved into my arms and I used the opportunity to do what I liked: to play with her breasts. Have I mentioned already that I am fascinated by a female breast, and now that I had the fortune to have three beautiful specimens at my disposal, I was happy! I can say that she liked it, too.

Jane (??) had selected a Neil Ellis Chardonnay from South Africa's Stellenbosch region, not the best wine in the world, but very drinkable. It had a pale color with green notes and had, to my taste, too much oak, but Jenny liked the mouthful of melon and perhaps grapefruit? Jane (??) must have figured out that I liked adventures. It was a fine wine to drink at the pool.

We discussed Eileen and she agreed in principle with what Maureen had said. Her analysis was more objective; after all, Maureen was a daughter and Jenny a close friend. She tried to be as positive as possible but also believed that sooner or later there would be an explosion. It was getting cold, however, and we decided to go back to bed. As before, the bed was made and turned down, and a bottle of Australian Pinot Noir was in a cooler beside the bed. Good Marketing! I opened it and as the Chardonnay, it was very drinkable. We relaxed and finally I decided that food was again needed.

I called Jane (???) and asked for a cheese platter and the wines that were left over from Lunch. She asked when and I told her in 60 minutes. We played around; not very seriously, however, and when the bell advised that dinner was served, we moved to the other room. Jenny had put on my favorite pullover: the one with the big holes in the front, and I enjoyed looking and occasionally touching and kissing the stiff tips that peeked out. The meal was excellent: there were seven kinds of cheese: three soft ones, two hard ones, a cottage (?) and a goat's cheese; there was also a half bottle of a first-class Chablis with a note attached: 'This wine should match the chèvre. Enjoy it with the compliments of the house.' Between the Chablis and the leftovers of the other wines, we were well served.

After dinner, we watched the news and then retired to our preferred spot: our bed. It was comfortable and big enough to roll around without rolling out, and the linen was exceptionally soft: it was not silk but appeared to be very expensive Egyptian cotton. We were relaxed and Jenny was in my arms when she asked me: "When did you fall in love with me?"

I thought about our past.

"Darling, very soon I respected you for your intelligence and dedication. I knew that I could trust you blindly and I started to believe that you could be very pretty if you tried one day. When I asked Maureen to get you on that Saturday and lead you through her beauty shops, I did not expect her to come home, high and not stopping to talk about her new friend; actually, she didn't talk a lot, she just fell asleep. When I saw you the next morning, you were transformed from a little duckling to a proud swan; very self-conscious still, but ready to be admired. And then Maureen took the fateful decision to ask you to come home and everything changed. You were warm and exciting, caring and beautiful, and a woman we admired, and I had started to care for. The proof of your love and integrity was evident when you handed me your letter of resignation; you did not want to become between Maureen and me. And at that moment, darling, I started to love you; it took some time to be able to show it since only Maureen could consent to it. You know I'd never betray Maureen and only when she gave you to me as my wedding gift, we could be together. I'll never regret it, and I'll cherish you to the end of our life."

Jenny had listened quietly and when I finished, she started to cry softly, tears of joy, not of pain and sorrow. Finally, she looked up and kissed me.

"My love, I don't believe that you know how much I love you, but you're the only man who has touched me, taken me in all my places and the only man who ever will do this. There is only one wish I still have, and I've discussed this with Maureen: one day I want to have your children, as Maureen will have."

I smiled. "Do I have any word in this?"

She shook her head. "No, my love. Ask Maureen: she'll have a child first, then it'll be my turn, and we three will decide to where this will go, but you can rest quietly: we have decided that even having children, there'll be always one wife willing and able to receive you and have fun. By the way, I have heard that pregnant women are much more excitable than not, so be prepared!"

Now I had to laugh, as my future was all laid out between the two. It could be worse, however...

She snuggled back herself into my arms and placed my hand on her breast. "My love, I believe that I drank too much wine. I would like to sleep, but if you want me...?"

I shook my head. "No, Jenny, I'm quite happy to go to sleep with you in my arms. I know that tomorrow there will be new opportunities! " She nodded, and within a few seconds, was asleep.

The night was quiet, only a few early birds welcomed the sun. I woke up with a warm feeling on my penis: Jenny had moved down and was taken care of George's early morning erection. She had her eyes closed and moved it slowly in and out of her mouth, occasionally licking the tip, swallowing the pre-cum and humming softly.

When she perceived that I was awake, a brilliant smile appeared on her face. "Darling, my morning proteins!" and continued her efforts, only this time accelerating her rhythm. It did not take long, and I came rather explosively; she swallowed a part and then, grinning, let the spray of my seeds play over her face. When I was finished and fell back on the bed, she grinned. "How do I look? Pretty enough for you?"

She was not only pretty (she always was) but funny, too. There were creamy drops on her hair, on her nose, on her chin and one large one was slowly dropping onto her left breast. When she looked down, it had landed on her nipple. "Oops" and wiping it off with a finger, she licked it clean. "Tasty" and took her time wiping off the other spots on her face. When she was finished, she grinned. "Delicious" and came up to kiss me. It seemed to be a permanent test of my willingness to share; if they could swallow my seeds, would I accept to kiss them afterwards? It was not something I would do voluntarily, but the satisfaction I saw in their faces compensated everything.

We enjoyed our morning kisses and before it started to become serious, Jenny admonished: "Don't start..." and I finished "...anything you will not finish, but I can finish, and I want to finish."

The response was that she turned around, lay on her stomach, lifted her hips and supported herself on her elbows. "May I offer my Lord and Master two options to finish?"

I almost said that I would take both, but it was too early for this: looking at her firm cheeks and her dripping pussy, I decided to go for Plan A. My shaft entered her easily and I felt her inner walls accepting and welcoming my penis. It did not take long for her arousal to make her lose her control and when she cried my name, I came with her. I kissed her back tenderly and dropping out, turned her around.

She was smiling. "Darling, the morning starts well. I count on you, Count de Winter - did you like my choice of words? - to make it a memorable day. And darling, I'd like to dine out tonight. I have heard enough about this restaurant and I want to see for myself. Can we please do this? I shall reward you well afterwards: there's a bottle of Cirôk in the fridge..."

I nodded, looking forward to the restaurant and to finish the evening with the Cirôk, the smoked salmon and her ass. I called reception and Jane (???) confirmed that breakfast would be served in 45 minutes. I would have to check if this lady ever slept; whenever I called, her voice responded. I was certain that it was not a robot's response, as there was warmth in the voice. After the bathroom tour, Jenny dressed in one of Maureen's gown: the one where her breasts were at display and her legs appeared every time she moved. This one had a long slit in the front, too, and when I looked at her, she slowly parted the two long bands of transparent gauze. "Local rules extended - no underwear!"

I helped her into her seat and the restaurant had gone overboard: Waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast, coffee, tea, juices, whatever one could imagine, it was there. I wondered who would eat the eighty percent that would return?

After breakfast, Jenny wanted to drive around in the Blue Mountains and glancing at me sideways, smiled. "Can I drive the Porsche, please? Pretty please? You can cross my heart, darling!" and she put her left breast forward. "You can also kiss it!" and when I did both, she knew that she would drive. She dressed in a white blouse with a few buttons open and very short white shorts.

"Darling, I didn't bring a bra. Will you accept me this way?" She pushed her breasts forward and a deep cleavage was visible. "If you preferred, I can button up!" and she closed the blouse. I stopped her hand and unbuttoned almost all; a few remained, however, to keep decency within reasonable limits.

I passed the reception and Jane (????) was sitting at her desk. "Is everything all right, Coun ... Mr. de Winter?" I nodded and complimented her and the spa for the wonderful reception.

"Ms. Jane, when do you sleep? Whenever I call you, your voice is on the phone. How do you do this?" She smiled. "Actually, Mr. de Winter, I'm Jean. Jane is my twin sister and we divide the work at the reception. And may we compliment you on your choices of food and wines? Our sommelier is quite impressed!"

I used the opportunity to make a reservation for 7:30 and she smiled again. "We'll be happy to receive you and your partner." She was discreet, to say the least.

I got the Porsche and handed Jenny into the driver's seat. Glancing around, I saw quite a few people in the windows, but it did not matter: Jenny's proud face was all I really saw. I took the hood down and Jenny drove away. She accelerated and the car jumped; I took a deep breath, but before I could say anything at all, she mumbled. "I'm not a little grasshopper, James!"

I laughed and she stopped and adjusted once more her seat, the mirrors, the seatbelt and her position on the steering wheel. Then she looked at me. "OK?". I nodded and she drove off. Now she was careful; after all, her little Mazda was not half the car she was driving now. When she reached the first straight, she put her foot down and the Porsche accelerated as only this machine could do: with a deep growl it. She loved it and slowly her pace accelerated. Within half an hour she was happy that she knew how to drive this car and occasionally even stayed within the speed limits. I started to breathe normally and relaxed. The winding roads up the hills tempted her to stretch the limits, but I advised her that the car was gentle as long as it was not forced to its limits - then it became a dangerous animal under untrained hands. She agreed and we drove for over two hours until she was getting tired. I saw a little restaurant coming up along the road; I remembered (Jean's!) recommendation, she drove to the little parking lot and we had special: fish and chips. It was quite satisfying, too.

She decided to relax and asked me to drive back and I did at her pace, just to enjoy the ride, having a beautiful woman at my side and a mean machine under my control. In the end, she asked me to show what it could do and since we were going up another winding road, I let it go. This was different driving and her face was suddenly white as we drifted around the corners. I had done rallies in Germany in a perfectly highly tuned beetle and my skill was still up to date; not as good as in Germany, but good enough to show her five minutes of professional driving. She was impressed and all she could say was "WOW!"

Back at the spa, I parked the car and we went back to our chalet. It was almost four o'clock and Jenny wanted to lie down a bit. I called Jean ("Hi, Mr. de Winter. It is Jane again") and asked for coffee and tea in 20 minutes. We had a shower and went back to the dining room to find our afternoon tea with all assorted tidbits. I took it to the living room and sat on the couch, with Jenny lying beside me with her head on my lap. Since she had changed into her little bolero/short skirt and the bolero opened up immediately, it was easy for me to do my favorite pastime: let my fingers walk over her body.

Suddenly she jumped up and got her telephone and lay beside me again. I glanced at her, wondering whom she would call at this moment.

It was Maureen on the other side.

"Maureen, darling, James let me drive the Porsche! We drove through the Blue Mountains and he was very courageous! I saw that his knuckles were white occasionally, but he did not say one word!" Some words from Maureen and then she continued. "Maureen darling, he drove back and when I asked him what the car could do, he just accelerated and I must admit, I closed my eyes. The tires screeched, the car drifted around the corners and I was scared to death! But I trusted him: James will never do anything that would bring me harm! ... Yes, I'll do it again, but you have to be at my side!" ..."This is a wonderful place! You and James have to come here, too!" ... "Pure luxury! James is enjoying the huge wine list!" ... "We stayed nude at the Jacuzzi!" ... "Yes, obviously, and I did him also! With quality control check!" ... "Oh yes!" ... "I did not count, but at least four times!" ... "You know him, he is always letting us come first, but I made certain that he enjoyed me, too!" ... "I'm lying beside him and two of his fingers are in my pussy. This will very soon end up in the bedroom!" ... "Darling, I miss you. I adore being here alone here with James, but it would be so nice to have you beside me!" ... "Obviously, darling. First me, then you." ... "He had oysters and could handle us!" ... "I agree. Next time." ... "Love you, darling. Here he is."

She handed me the phone. I heard the smile in Maureen's voice. "My love, she seems to like it! Well, here everything is under control. I took Mom to the doctor and he gave her a new medicine, and I ... I'm lonely without you. But enjoy the spa and enjoy Jenny. Do everything you would do with me! Take care of her and yourself, and I'll see you soon. I love you."

Jenny stretched lazily, looking at me with her eyes half-closed; she wanted to become more active, but she decided to answer my question. Remembering my conversation just now on our relationship, I asked her whether she had ever wondered why Maureen let her get so close.

"Obviously, my love. At first, it was difficult; she didn't want to open up at first, but then we talked, and talked, and talked some more. She accepted me and she was so visibly in love, that I dared to ask her what you liked and what not, what I could do to please you, and what we could do to let you know what would please us. She realized that she had gained a friend and that we had bonded."

Jenny smiled happily: those were good memories!

"She told me everything: she had a lonely childhood with her mother focusing on her business and she never had a girlfriend that she could trust and with whom she could talk about girl things. Then she met you and was happy, deliriously happy. Later you talked about me and how you respected me and how I cared for you. She wanted to meet me; after all, I was with you all the time in the office and she wanted to know her competition, and she wanted to confirm what other people, especially Peter, had told her about me. We had that Saturday and we bonded - there's no other word to describe it. She asked me to meet you the following day for lunch and you know what happened. What made her let me come in?"

Her eyes closed for a moment and then she took a deep breath.

"She never explained it totally why she did let me come close, but I'm happy that she did. Once she mentioned that she was worried about you and what would occur if anything happened to her: who would care for you? James, it seemed to be a convoluted train of logic, but at the end, she wanted somebody close to you and to her, and somebody she could trust never to betray you or her. She realized that I'd die to protect you and that made her decide to give me to you. She has been content with that decision and I'm so happy that I cannot describe it. I know if ever something happened between us, you would choose her: that's OK. I still would have had the happiest years of my life and I would accept it. I wouldn't want to live without you, but that is another problem that I'd have to resolve then. I'm certain, however, that this will never happen, my love.'

She looked at me. "Darling, that's all I can tell you. I'm not a poet to find fancy words nor have I studied psychology to find out how the mind works - all I can do is love you. And by the way, your fingers have entered dangerous territories ... let me quote Maureen 'Don't start what you cannot finish.' So decide what you want: tea or me?"

I thought about my options: tea I could have all the time, but Jenny? Well, I could have Jenny also all the time, but she was so much more fun!

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. On the way, her little bolero fell off and her skirt simply vanished. When I laid her on the bed, I admired her beauty: small but firm breasts with nipples already extended an inch, and not flattening a tad even lying down. Her nipples were rosy pink and they contrasted with her warm skin tone; these two days had given her already a light tan. A small heart-shaped pubic hair pointed to her pussy, her pouting inner lips extending well over her outer lips. Her clitoris was visible asking to be kissed, and her face was smiling, waiting for her fate. I started my kisses on her face and slowly crept my way downward, stopping at all exciting spots; she liked it but was becoming impatient.