A Fantasy about Love Pt. 16

She touched Maureen's labia and wiped her finger through the mess we had made. She licked her finger. "Oh, this is nice. James, if you are a ten, the two of you are much more than a twenty!" and she offered her finger to Maureen. She also licked it clean and nodded. "Perfect!" Jenny grinned and wiped her finger once more through Maureen's inner lips and it came out covered with our cum.

She looked at me and slowly licked half of it and then offered her finger to me. It was the same situation as I had experienced already with them. They tested me if I would accept it, but if they could take my penis into their mouths and swallow my seeds, who was I to deny them the pleasure following their intimacy? I followed her example and she nodded satisfied; I had passed the test another time.

Jenny lay beside me. "I believe both of you need rest, so let's talk." and she turned to Maureen. "What is this story with the two girls here?"

"As I said, I drank too much the last time I was here (James was reading a book or slept) and I told them about the two -- actually the three -- of us. They were intrigued and when I told them about Bali and the stewardesses, they were curious. They seem to have a liberal outlook on life, and I wonder what they plan."

Jenny was upset. "I know exactly what they plan: they want to get into James' bed. No way. Absolutely no way! James, you can look and under close supervision, you may actually touch, but under no circumstances will you be alone with them. I know you and trust you, but I have read about men ... in certain moments their little head is stronger than their big one. No, James! They are pretty, but you are mine!" and when Maureen looked up, she added: "and Maureen's!"

Well, I was thoroughly instructed: Look OK, touch only under supervision (?), bed never.

"Ma'am, yes, Ma' am."

She calmed down and put her head on my chest. "James, I love you so much I don't want to lose you. If you want diversion in your bed, just look at us; we'll do anything you want. And if you want love and dedication, you'll never find anybody even close to us. Do you understand, my love?"

I nodded. "Jenny, you know that I like to look at pretty women; after all, why Maureen and you are right here? But my heart and soul are already given away, and I don't want it back. Being with you is paradise for me, even if once in a while there are some misunderstandings, but I'll never sacrifice this happiness for a moment of sexual adventure. And as you said: I have two beautiful and sexy women in my bed..." and turned around and moved over her. She opened her legs and I eased into her. She was wet and willing, and it did not take long for her to come and take me with her.

It was strange and wonderful: I could make love to one with the other observing us, loving, assisting, understanding, waiting for her turn, participating, but never demanding, challenging. And when we finished, she would be as happy as the one I just had made love to.

We slept for a while and when we got up, it was already dark. Dinner was served in the dining room: a platter of cold cuts, a platter of cheeses, a bottle of white Burgundy and a bottle of red Catena Alta from Argentina, toast and everything else to enjoy our meal; there was even a tea warmer in the traditional design of a castle (I believe Windsor Castle) over the teapot. A rechaud was lit beside it in case we wanted to heat it up again. It was pleasant and we talked about God and the world.

Maureen called her mother and Eileen told us that she needed our help. She wanted to redo the house and Allan wanted to keep it as it was. We promised to help; both were right, and they needed an outside arbitration.

We had another drink and retired. They looked at me. "James, dear, we have a week in front of us: can we relax tonight, or do you have any other intentions? This week is yours and we're at your disposal, to take us or just care for us."

"Maureen, I said it before: this is a week of joy and pleasure and we'll make love when we want it, not when I need it."

Jenny protested. "James, you can have us anytime, whether we're ready or not, and we'll be ready all the time! You'll be surprised what you will have this week!" and she looked at Maureen, who nodded with a mischievous smile. Well, that was that and I took them into my arms, smiling myself. Happy days were here to come...

They offered the obligatory kisses and we fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, Maureen was already looking at me. "Darling, please forgive me with the girls. I shouldn't have had that last drink, but it happened. I know they will be fun, so enter the game. Just be careful: Jenny and I will watch. Remember: Look yes, touch ... well, within limits because I know it'll be fun for you to touch another breast, but never anything more. They will be frustrated, but that's their problem. If they want to play, they can, but under our rules. And you know them!"

I nodded, thoroughly cowed. Jenny added: "James, have fun, but remember the rules! If you get frustrated, you can always ask one of us to come inside and take us!"

Maureen grinned. "Or both of us..."

We got up and went over to the terrace, where breakfast was already served. They were dressed in very small bikinis covering the principal parts of their breasts and a decent amount of their mounds. I opened the sparkling wine and served coffee when a bell rang, and someone called "Can we come in?"

Maureen answered, inviting them in. They were smiling and amazingly pretty, dressed in a short robe. We received a kiss (I on my mouth with a little tongue wriggling out) and they sat at the table. One look at Maureen and they took off their robes. Well, if Maureen's bikini was still decent, their little things had passed that stage a long time ago. The upper part covered the nipples with nothing to spare, and the lower part was just a piece of cloth hiding their labia. Very informal dress code, indeed! They were dressed to kill, but it helped me. They had overdone it, and there was no emotional attraction at all, only the admiration of two beautiful bodies, and I had two much more beautiful bodies of my own right beside me.

They accepted a glass of the bubbly, and we asked about the spa and how it had become alive. To our surprise, they were the owners! They had inherited the buildings from their grandmother and a little bit of money to restore it. With a long-term loan from the NSW Bank, they had enough working capital to get the restaurant stocked, hire an outstanding chef and a good sommelier, and with mouth-to-mouth publicity, they soon had it booked out, making good money.

They asked us about our past and their curiosity how we lived together was visible. Maureen and Jenny were careful, telling some things, but not others. After we finished breakfast, we went to the pool, Jean (by now I could separate them by that little black spot on Jane's left cheek) advised the kitchen and somehow the used dishes and food vanished. It was still hot, and Maureen asked me to put sunscreen on her back. I did this with pleasure, but considering the presence of others, she did not end up topless; Jenny requested the same service.

Jane looked at Maureen. "Dear, could you please ask James to help us, too?"

Maureen thought for a moment but nodded. I walked over where Jane lay on the chaise longue and she handed me her special cream. She had a beautiful body, lean and firm, with narrow waist and hips, and nothing was really hidden from my view. The bikini had covered her front part (barely), but at the back was just a thin string. I poured the cream on my hands and started to massage it into her skin, and she purred with satisfaction. When I finished, Jean asked with a sultry voice "Could you do me, too, James?"

Jenny was sitting up and not really hiding her displeasure, but said nothing. I finished my job on Jean also and when Jane asked whether I wanted her to do this for me, Jenny was firm.

"This, ladies, is our duty and privilege."

They told us about the Blue Mountains and where we should go for half a day, since it would be a nice excursion. Then we turned over and the show started. First Maureen and then Jenny massaged the protective oil on her front, with their hands gliding in and out of the bras. Jean looked, grinned and followed suit, offering a not occasional view of the areolae and her nipples, already standing up. It was a pretty sight: small firm breasts, the long nipples looking upwards, and a very tempting spectacle. Jane did the same and suddenly Maureen had enough.

"It's getting hot. Let's go into the pool."

We followed her command and once in the pool, our guests' bikinis became almost transparent, showing clearly their nipples standing out and the contours of their labia. Jane splashed Jenny and she splashed back, and within a few minutes, a fight of all against all was making the water rather lively. In the confusion, there was an occasional breast in my hand or another hand stroking my penis, but it was never obvious, just the luck of the game. When we got out, I discovered that the upper parts of all bikinis were floating in the pool and the four were looking at each other. "Maureen, dear, we are adults and we have been to topless beaches before. Can we stay this way? Please?"

She looked to me and she must have remembered Eileen and her remark the first time I saw her topless; Maureen must have seen now the same: admiration, but not lust.

"Yes, why not." Jenny also looked at me and nodded "OK."

It was a beautiful sight: four young women, all a peak example of the female gender, and while there was a sexy undertone in the discussion, it was also fun. It seemed that Jean (or Jane) had won the first battle.

Lunch was coming up and they told us that we should come to the restaurant: a special table had been reserved for us. "And don't worry, it is for the three of you only. We'll join you for dinner, if you agree." Maureen agreed and they left, but not before kissing us and this time there was definitively a tongue coming out and saying hello.

There was a long discussion between Maureen and Jenny about what had happened, what it meant and where it could go. In the end, I stepped in. "May I say a word? Maureen, they had fun and they visibly wanted to tease the two of you. Why don't you play the game, but change the rules in your favor? But I admit I had fun, too! They are quite pretty and audacious!"

Jenny sent me a threatening glare, but agreed at the end.

Obviously, they dressed up for lunch; the battle was ongoing, and I had a lot of fun watching the four, two trying to attack elegantly and smoothly, two defending their turf ferociously. They had selected nice summer dresses, Maureen as most of the time in green colors, and Jenny in blue. They followed the curves of their bodies tightly but flaring out close to their knees. The décolleté with the opal pendants emphasized the firm upper part of their breasts and the little makeup pointed out their beautiful faces. I had a white shirt open at the collar and grey slacks, with open sandals; it was holidays, after all.

The special table was in a corner overlooking the garden and the Blue Mountains, with flowers in a Murano vase and white linen covering it. The glasses were sparkling and the maître d' smiling. He remembered us. "Lady Maureen, it is a pleasure seeing you again and if I may say so, the sommelier is eager to discuss your wines. Miss Parker, you are even more beautiful then you were the last time I had the pleasure of receiving you. And Count de Winter, I envy you. Forgive my forwardness, but to accompanied by two such beautiful ladies must be wonderful!" He was putting it on, but my ladies lapped it up.

They selected a lobster and avocado salad and I the steak tartar. Maureen found a Red Snapper in an orange champagne dressing to her taste, Jenny a rack of lamb with licorice sauce (?), and I a veal chop with tartufata sauce. There was a long discussion with the sommelier ending up with me getting a single malt (Macallan) and they a glass of water until the wines and the food appeared. There was a bottle of bubbly for them and a Black Spice Shiraz for me. Maureen continued with the bubbly for the main dish, and Jenny shared my wine. It was good food and the wines matched the food well.

We went back to the pool; the afternoon sun was surprisingly hot and soon the bikinis were abandoned. Jenny looked at me with an invitation in her eyes and when I looked back, she came over and knelt before me, stroking my penis gently and then took it into her mouth. It was nice -- hell, it was absolutely wonderful! -- and when I was stiff enough for her, she sat on my lap, guiding my shaft into her. She started a slow up and down motion, but increased the speed gradually until we both were close to coming; when she suddenly became rigid and moaned my name. She relaxed and feeling my shaft still stiff inside her, she called Maureen.

"Darling, George is not satisfied yet. Do you want him, or should I finish?" Maureen licked her lips. "Jenny, I did not have any dessert. Let me have my part."

She came over, Jenny lifted herself off me and Maureen went down, licking and cleaning my penis carefully and then repeated Jenny: she sat on my lap and eased it into her. I was excited and ready, but knew that I had to control myself, waiting for her to accompany me. It did not take long and we both jumped over the cliff. Now it was Jenny's turn to clean us and she did a fabulous job. I don't know where my strength came from, but suddenly I felt the urge to turn her over on her knees and take her from behind. It was more sex than love, but it was thrilling, and she liked it! She moaned my name and at the end, we both came at the same moment, I digging deep into her, she pushing herself up as much as possible to give me better access to her body. I hugged her as she fell down, and I lay a while on her, covering her body with mine.

When I moved away, she protested. "James, that was what I wanted. Stay a bit more -- I want to feel your weight on me, to feel that you possess me."

After a short while, she moved a bit and I felt that it was too much for her, so I moved away and lay beside her. Maureen lay on the other side and smiled. "James, this is what we want this week: we want to be yours at any moment, being taken whenever you feel like it, and if you feel like abusing us, this would make it feel even better. We want to love you also, and remember, we have desires too! So don't be surprised if suddenly we push you onto a chair and mount you! We want to walk around feeling that we have been loved emotionally and physically, and we know that you'll never hurt us. So go ahead and bend us over the next chair: we'll love it!"

That was more information than I wanted at this moment (but I placed it into my memory), and I just nodded and kissed them. We dozed off and I only woke up, when I felt someone was putting sunscreen on my front. Maureen was taking care of me! I did the same for her and for Jenny, and when the temperature dropped, we went in and had a shower. Now the discussion started what they would wear at night. It was highly probable that the J's would go for the kill and they wanted to stand up and fight. This would become interesting! I dressed in my summer uniform: blazer, white shirt, grey slacks, blue tie.

It took them some time and they went through all the outfits they had, but when finally they came out, the wait was well worthwhile.

Maureen was wearing a strapless dark green dress that started with a little embroidery at the top and then followed the contours of her breasts closely, accentuating their firmness. A narrow band of the same fabric crossed under her breasts, seemingly lifting them up for a proud display. It was almost transparent, but the several layers, cunningly used to show off her slender waist, hid her body until the dress passed her hips, when it slowly became transparent to show her long, long legs. It stopped below her knees and open dark green sandals completed the dress. She had used her jewelry: the opal pendant between her breasts, the opal earrings and bracelet, and the family signet ring on her finger. Her hair falling down in soft waves, a discrete blush on her cheeks, a pale lipstick and a Hermès purse completed the picture.

Jenny had also a strapless black cocktail dress with a very generous décolleté, an embroidered top that firmly embraced her breasts, a silver belt hugging her waist, and the skirt billowing out once it had passed her hips. It was short, very short and her slender legs were on display; running had made them firm and well-tanned. Her sandals were black, and she also wore jewelry: the diamond earrings and bracelet I had given her, the opal pendant and the diamond ring -- my commitment to her. She had her hair in a ponytail (she knew that I liked that), a little blush and a more colorful lipstick, and a black Gucci bag showed off a very beautiful woman.

They turned around a full turn and showed themselves "Satisfied, oh Lord and Master?"

All I could say was "Wow and double Wow! You're outstanding, my dearly loved wives. I am honored to accompany you!"

They were happy with my reaction and Jenny whispered: "Maureen, did you hear the 'beloved wives'? That will get him Brownie points from me tonight!"

I offered my arms and we walked the short distance to the restaurant. The doorman blinked when he saw us coming and did not hesitate: "My ladies, I've seen pretty women here, but you outshine them all!"

Maureen smiled. "Thank you, dear sir" and curtsied. He smiled, adoring the two and only when we passed through the door, did he realize that there was a third person present. He coughed, embarrassed. "You look quite presentable, too, Count."

I was put in my place; sic transit gloria mundi! The maître d' appeared and was also quite impressed: he had reserved a table for five in a separate dining room, where the two J's were waiting already.

They were quite pretty, too, and had selected two similar cocktail dresses, one blue, one red. They were longer, reaching almost to the floor and more daring. The big décolleté was showing firm mounds and I did not have to look twice to confirm this: I had seen them topless this morning. The dresses were flowing down their bodies: there was a long slit at the side and when they got up to welcome us, a long leg appeared. The fabric was close to transparent and it was obvious that they did not wear a bra. Their blond hair was falling down in waves over their shoulders, and their smiles were welcoming. Jane had a jade bracelet, Jean a turquoise one, and both had decent diamond rings on their finger.

"You look wonderful, Maureen! And Jenny, you are brilliant!" I wondered whether that was a pun on the diamonds she was wearing, but let it pass. "And you, James, quite the gentleman!"

I kissed their hands and they waited for a moment to see whether the kiss would be extended to their lips, but I stopped. I seated Maureen and Jenny, and when they were still standing, I walked around the table and pulled out their chairs, too. They thanked me with a gracious smile and as soon as we were all seated, the sommelier appeared with a bottle of Krug.

The menu was already determined: an assortment of oysters, abalone and veal. Maureen approved the wines and it was a wonderful evening, full of teasing and laughing. When the last dish was served, Jane said: "Dessert will be served in our apartment." I tipped the staff generously and we walked to their apartment.

It was handsome with a modern decoration. Low furniture, lots of flowers, and the lights were already dimmed. The front window looked towards the open horizon with a faint reflection of Sydney lights in the distance. They asked us to sit, offered drinks and excused themselves for a moment.