A Fantasy about Love Pt. 14

He pointed to us and I pulled Maureen up, bowing to the crowd. She smiled prettily and the applause was decent.

After that almost embarrassing moment (but Eileen loved it) the event started. Dinner was served: veal with asparagus and a not very good Riesling from the Rhein, decent, but not outstanding. I saw Eileen wrinkle her nose when she tasted it, but she drank it politely.

Then the first dance was called: a waltz. I took Maureen to the dance floor, and Graf Lichtenstein asked Eileen. The orchestra was excellent, and I liked to feel Maureen in my arms, whirling her around. Once I saw Eileen dancing by, with a happy smile on her face. There was another waltz, a foxtrot and then a minuet was called. Maureen looked at me.

"Honor et fortitude, my love!" She took a deep breath and we lined up. We were lucky, as the first music they played was the same that we had practiced on at the hotel. Bow and scrape, curtsy for the ladies, lead her around, change partners, repeat, and repeat, and at the last moment, I had Maureen back in front of me. She was laughing as everything had gone well. The next piece started and suddenly I had Eileen before me; she laughed also, her face flushed with happiness. "James, this is fun!" and whirled away. The music stopped and we went back to the table.

There was more wine and a dessert (an indefinable cake which we ignored) and I turned to Graf Lichtenstein. "May I ask a question? Are you the Lichtenstein that Hauff wrote that famous book about?" He nodded and seeing Eileen's questioning face, I explained that every schoolboy in Germany had read the early 1800's book about the young noble knight, who stayed loyal to his king (the King of Württenberg) willing to sacrifice his life to save him. In the end, everything was resolved, and he even got the girl. It would make a nice movie!

Graf Lichtenstein nodded. "Unfortunately, the castle is in ruins and we don't have the money to restore it, but we have a project to get federal money and restore a historical monument to show our traditional values."

I saw the Prince walking towards us and whispered: "Stay seated!" and as he approached, I got up.

"It is good to see a representative of your family back in our rows, de Winter. It is especially pleasing to see such a beautiful woman at your side." He bent over Maureen's hand and kissed it. "And Mrs. Monahan, if I may say so, you look very beautiful!" and he kissed her hand also. Maureen took it with poise, Eileen was a bit flustered. A Prince kissing her hand!

At this moment the orchestra started again, and he took the opportunity. "May I also ask for this dance?" She nodded and looked proudly at me. She would dance with a real Prince! She had forgotten all the effort that had gone into her life, to become successful, to build up a great company, to be recognized by her peers as the best executive of the State, but here was a Prince asking her for a dance. She floated away and Maureen smiled at me.

"Mom will never forget this, and neither will her friends!"

I took her to the dance floor also and the next hours were pure fun. We danced even the quadrille and we managed to hold ourselves up to their standards; we talked, there were even a few jokes about the Count from down under, and Eileen was in heaven. After the dance with the prince other men came forward asking her out, and the poor Lichtenstein had to make reservations not to be ignored. Maureen danced once with the prince, but hurried back to me.

"He is nice, but I want to be in your arms, not in another man's arms!" Around midnight the elderly couples started to leave, and the music became louder. The Fuggers invited us for lunch the following day and I made certain that Eileen had received an invitation also. I advised the driver that we were ready to leave and after saying goodbye to everyone and being told to come back, we went back to the hotel. Eileen was talking all the time how wonderful it had been, how well the men danced, how dapper the prince was and where did she pick that word up? She was very satisfied with how everyone looked at her and her dress "...and yours too, Maureen" and we should repeat this. Please?

I thought that the men had looked much more often at Maureen than at Eileen, even with all her exuberance, but kept quiet. Why ruin that night for her? There was the same reaction when we walked through the lobby to the elevators, and when we closed the door behind us in the suite, I took a deep breath. Everything had gone well, and Maureen was happy. Eileen, too, perhaps even more so. She had a lot to rub into her friends' faces in Brisbane!

Eileen looked at me. "James, it's your moment now! We need help to get out of these gowns. We'll make it worthwhile for you!"

She turned and offered her back. "James, there is a hook and a zipper. First the hook, please."

I did as I was told and the hook released the upper half, and then the zipper opened the lower part so that she could step out of the gown. The only remaining piece was a small g-string, and when she turned back, she was proudly presenting herself to me. "James, thank you for the night. There is only one thing that I miss: you making love to me." She took off her tiara and shook her hair loose.

I kissed her, but pulled Maureen to me. "Eileen, Maureen needs help also!"

First, I took the coronet off and laid it carefully on the table, and then started my work. There were a considerable number of hooks and buttons to open, and she had to help me to find some of them. This dress was beautiful, but it was complicated! In the end, I managed my duty and she stepped out of the petticoats, and as her mother, she had only a little g-string hiding (and not very well...) her pussy. Eileen had moved to the bed and was watching us, lying on her side. She was happy and I was satisfied for her; I was a bit uncomfortable, however, and even after analyzing why recently my life with Eileen had become complicated, more artificial, more stressed, I decided that it was a wonderful invitation. I picked up Maureen and laid her on the bed and lay between them. Eileen moved to kiss me and looking at Maureen, said "Daughter, your husband has given us a wonderful night. Let us give him one, too!"

Maureen closed her eyes for a moment but then nodded. Did she have the same feelings? I forgot these thoughts when Eileen kissed me deeply and I felt her hand creeping downward. Maureen bent over, kissed me and then slowly kissed her way southwards. I knew that I was in for a treat!

Eileen lifted her head. "I know what you like!" and she presented her firm breasts to my face, with her large areolae already crinkled and her nipples starting to grow, waiting to be touched. "Do you like them?" My response was to pull her closer and cup them with my hands. "They're all yours; do with them whatever you want."

They were so soft, but at the same firm, and all natural. My palms weren't enough to cover them and when I squeezed them gently, she dropped her head back and moaned with pleasure.

I used my thumb and index finger to make the nipples come alive; they got harder and longer. I knew her nipples were very sensitive, and her moans became louder while I was paying more attention to them. After some time, she brought her hands to the back of my head and pulled it closer to her breasts. She held her left breast with one hand and used the other to pull my head towards it. I opened my mouth as my face got closer and closer to those adorable breasts until finally, her nipple and a good part of the areola were inside my mouth. Closing it around them, I started to suck her nipple like a hungry kid, and my free hand was caressing her other breast. We enjoyed this for a few minutes and then she became more and more aroused; her moans became louder and louder.

Maureen was not lazy: she had woken up George and was promising him heaven if he would play with her. She licked him up and down, and then teased the tip with her tongue. Slowly she took him deeper and deeper and George was getting close to heaven when Eileen suddenly stopped and pulled her breast away from my mouth.

"That is enough play, darling, let's get serious." She looked down where Maureen was inhaling my shaft and frowned. "Maureen, dear, let´s change places."

Maureen protested, but Eileen insisted. "I want James now. You can have him later."

I don´t know who said it first: Maureen or I. "Eileen, that's enough!" and Maureen sat up and added: "Please remember that James is MY husband, Mom, and I only share him with you as long as you understand this. You cannot tell me what you want; you can ask and I might allow it, but it's my and James' decision - not yours."

Eileen was visibly upset. "If you want to play it this way, it's your decision, but I'm disappointed with you. Remember what we did together only a few months earlier? You've changed, my dear, and as far as I'm concerned, not for the better!" She got up and left. "See you in the morning."

We looked at each other: this was an unpleasant surprise. We had so much fun planning the trip and now this spat ruined everything. Was it Seneca who had said that in life one wears a mask and beware the moment when the mask fell off. Had this happened finally with Eileen?

Maureen looked at me. "What should I do? Call her back?"

I shook my head. "My love, this explosion had to come one day. She's getting more and more possessive and this has to stop. The only thing we can do is check her medicine and make certain that she takes it. She'll calm down and we can discuss this with her when she's in a better mood."

Maureen was worried and finally nodded. "James, I can share you with Jenny and enjoy it when you make love with her. I enjoy it when I make love in front of her. You enjoy it when I make love with her and you watch us? Is that not the dream of every man? To see two women making love? And perhaps even participating? Why is it different with Mom?"

"Darling, you and Jenny don´t compete. You share, you give and take, and you do it caring for the other, making certain that she had at least as much fun as you have. This was similar with your mother when it all started, but now she wants more and probably she wants it all. Remember what she said 'I want James now. You can have him late'. She's giving orders as if we were her employees, not her partners, and neither you nor I can accept this. She can do this in the office or in the company, but not in our bedroom. But let's wait what will happen tomorrow. ¨

Maureen was still worried. "And if she cancels our agreements and takes back the company? What will we do?"

¨It would be difficult to do this legally, but we'll give back our shares and only keep enough money to compensate for the work we have put into the growth of NT. She made it the company it is today, and if she believes that she'd be better off on her own, we'll walk away and wish her good luck."

She nodded after a while. "You're right, James. Let's see what will happen. You, Jenny and I have enough resources to change our lives and do something different, and we're intelligent enough to make it a success. Let's think about other things; Mom was right in at least matter: it was a wonderful night for me, and I want to make it a wonderful night for you, too."

I protested that I had already one of the best nights of my life, but she insisted. "I'll make it even better!"

She went back to the part where she was so rudely interrupted and where George was still waiting impatiently for her. It did not take long, and he agreed that it was a wonderful night, with promises of better things to come. She teased and licked, and then took him deep into her mouth, with her tongue tickling his sides. George liked it and reacted in a most positive way, twisting gently and looking to go even deeper. Maureen took her time and only when I started to recall baseball statistics, did she take pity on me. "Show me."

I was determined to prove my self-control. I would not give in to her teasing and vowed that I would win this little game. Baseball was a game I liked in the States and I had always had a good memory for numbers.

Baseball, think about baseball ... Orioles ... Ripken should hit 3000 pretty early, maybe during the Detroit series; I should try to get tickets ... The Mets will probably suck in the beginning, especially since none of their pitchers appeared in the list of the best 10 ... Their bullpen isn't looking too solid, except maybe compared to last year ... Great God, I could not stand this much longer!

"How are you doing up there?" Mercifully, Maureen's mouth had come away from my shaft. She was watching my face while her right hand played idly with my balls, and I was panting like a sprinter at the finish line. "Fine!" I squeaked painfully. "I was just wondering if this is Jacob deGrom's year to win 20 games."

She came back up and settled on my hips, aligning George with her hot and wet pussy. She looked at me and slowly sank down.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased.

"Absolutely!" I replied with feeling. Maureen reached up with both hands and released her hair, letting it fall easily and naturally to her back. I saw her beautiful, puffy tipped breasts, a narrow waist and hips, and a delightful view of her dripping wet and extended labia as I entered her.

I reached up, found her breasts, and gave them plenty of loving attention. Her eyes opened wider and stared directly into mine, remaking the connection that had been between us since the first time we met; I couldn't have looked away even if I'd wanted to. She sank deeper and deeper, and her face showed every inch as she moved down.

She began to moan with each stroke and each squeeze of a breast, and with each push upwards I concentrated on the rising pitch and pace of Maureen's heavy, gasping breaths. Her moans became grunts, and then short groans, and then she threw her head back violently and let out a loud, joyous cry. I felt her muscles clamp down tightly against me and her entire body shuddered. Her weight shifted as her spine relaxed; the hands that had been caressing her breasts were now supporting her heaving frame. I held her steady, breathing with her, keeping myself pressed firmly in place where it seemed to do the most good, and as she let out another loud cry, I felt my penis explode. Bright spots crossed my field of vision as I surrendered to my own overpowering climax. For a few seconds, my entire body ran on automatic pilot, clenching and releasing with every heavy pulse of my shaft.

When it was over, I had no strength left to hold her up; Maureen folded down on top of me and slid off, rolling over onto her back with a huge, blissful sigh.

"You have no idea how much I wanted you tonight!" she said. "The ball was wonderful, the dancing was superb, but I loved the way they respected you, you and your family name. I knew the de Winters had a long history of service, but I did not imagine how deep the respect of the others was. Even the Prince and the people at our table listened when you spoke, and we did get the invitation to lunch with the Fugger's tomorrow! I am proud of you and am proud that you married me."

I smiled. 'My love, I have to be proud that you married me. I'm certain that they'll remember that there was a man at your side, but who it was, they will not remember. They'll only think of the beautiful woman with sparkling eyes. You know that they asked me who had designed your coronet? They knew all about the codes involved, but they admired the mixture of Australian stones and German symbolism. I told them that we had done this together and they admired it."

"I made certain that they saw my signet ring - I'm a de Winter and proud to show it." She smiled. "Darling, I'm tired now and would like to sleep in your arms. You want me once more?"

I shook my head. ¨My love, I'm so happy to be with you that all I want to hold you; we'll have time to fool around tomorrow." She nodded and turned to me. ¨Goodnight, my knight." and offering her breasts for my kisses, held me tight. It was perhaps a coincidence, but we said at the same time: ¨I love you." One more kiss and we fell asleep.

During the night I felt someone slipping into our bed and heard 'Please forgive me. I love -you - may I stay tonight?" I nodded and held out my arms; she came into them and started to cry.

¨I know that I'm wrong, but I cannot help myself. I say these things, but I don't mean them! Please forgive me and I promise that I will never do it again!" I shushed her and held her close, but I knew this would last only until the next time she would become possessive again.

She became quiet and was asleep. I was still holding her in my arms and wondered what would happen in the future. Our relationship had become problematic and even with all the love that was between us, there would be difficult situations ahead.

When I woke up, Maureen was looking at me. "James, it's late; we'll have to get up. Remember that we have an invitation to lunch."

Eileen was also waking up and went straight to Maureen's side. ¨Maureen, I apologize for last night. I should not have acted that way and I promise it will never happen again. Please forgive me also that I came back in the night as I had nightmares again, and I needed your protection."

Maureen took her in her arms: she was her mother and Maureen would never forget this.

¨Mom, let's forget what happened and plan the day. The lunch is at one o´clock and we've to have breakfast first. We better hurry: we need to shower, have our hair done, and select our dresses. Mom, they are old family also and we represent the de Winters."

They left for the bathroom and I had to whistle to remind them of their obligations. Eileen whispered: ¨I left last night rather rapidly, and you'll have to punish me!" and I had the pleasure to repeat my kisses on those wonderful breasts.

I ordered breakfast and after we finished, a messenger delivered a rather elaborate envelope. It was addressed ´The Right Hon. The Count de Winter´ and bore the Fugger lily crest. It was the invitation for lunch for Maureen and me, and it included Eileen. The letter itself was of heavy woven parchment and the letters were written in beautiful script. The ladies were impressed, and Eileen immediately put it away: this was something to show to her friends: an invitation from a Prince! There was the normal 'hurry up and wait' phase for me while they were prettying up. The effort was well worthwhile, however: Eileen was dressed in Chanel, a dark blue tweedy form-fitting skirt reaching to her knees, a matching short jacket, a white silk blouse with no frills, and a Baby Chanel purse, all very conservative. On her though, the result was stunning.

Maureen had selected a blue Celine summer dress, tucked in under her breasts, reaching to way below her knees. It had short sleeves and a square cut décolleté, with her opal emphasizing the swell of her breasts. There was embroidery at the sleeves and at the hem, and her pretty feet were enclosed in golden sandals. She wore what seemed to be a Dior handbag; one year among rich women had taught me enough to recognize some of the essential accessories. Her long red hair was in a modified ponytail today, pulling it up off her face to reveal her finely sculpted jawline and no detectable makeup beyond mascara and a hint of lip-gloss. God knew how much I loved her! Both wore basic jewelry: basic enough not to be extravagant, but serious enough to show that real money had been spent.

The driver was waiting for us and drove us to the Fugger´s city house. It was not exactly a mansion, but the land it covered would take Eileen´s house and hide it in a corner. It was an old-style building, with a driveway to the entrance, supporting columns at the main door, and inside a big lobby, with chandeliers and a spiral staircase!