A Fantasy about Love Pt. 17

They looked at me and I was surprised about the practicality they had shown, but I also saw the serious expression in their eyes. They really wanted this.

I did not take long to nod, and they broke out in a satisfied sigh. "James, you'll never be without one of us beside you and willing to please you." and Maureen grinned "Anywhere and anyhow!" Jenny nodded emphatically and turned to her. "Should we start practicing?"

It turned into a fun morning and we were all tired and satisfied when finally lunch came along. I ordered Chinese delivery and, in the afternoon, we went to see Allan.

He received us with a frown. "What happened? A bug in your apartment? Did you call the administration?"

Maureen blushed all over and Jenny grinned. "Yes, it was only a moment of stress, but we helped her to calm down, Allan."

At this moment Eileen appeared, also looking worried."What happened? Why were you afraid? Bugs never bothered you?" She looked at Jenny, grinning widely, and Maureen, blushing even more. She looked at me: my face was studiously still, looking at a painting at the wall, then back at the two. Slowly it dawned on her "Oh...." Once more. "Oh. James, I hope you helped her overcome that moment."

Jenny bobbed her head. "Oh yes, he did help her very vigorously, and Maureen was quite satisfied with his assistance." It was not possible for Maureen to blush more, but she succeeded, and poor Allan did not understand one word. Eileen asked him to take me to the sitting room, as she wanted a few words with her daughter. "I believe that I can help her with bug control; I had similar problems before."

Allan shook his head and we went and had a sherry. Later they joined us, and Eileen advised their decision. "We have agreed on the decoration of the bedroom, but will leave the other rooms as they are, at least for the moment."

Allan looked at her and she continued. "Please supervise the work, as we'll travel for three weeks to Europe; we'll stay one week in England, so that Allan can show me off to his family, one week in Germany, where I can show off my handsome husband, and one week just traveling on our own. Jenny, I shall send you later our agenda; could you please arrange tickets and hotels?"

She was in full executive mode and Allan glanced at her. I assumed that very soon there would be a major blowup and they would come back a different couple; if I judged Allan right, she would concede more than he would.

The following weeks were work and more work, traveling, visiting customers and prospects, redoing the organization to prepare the company for growth, but the success was visible. The University Chair was successful, Jason was happy and helped us a lot to conquer new contacts. I discussed with him one of my ideas for the future: we would fund four scholarships: two for the best students in the group, and two for the low-income families as long as they kept up their grades. Perhaps we would get part of our future management team from there? He liked it and we announced it to his students; it would become effective after the first tests were graded.

Allan and Eileen came back and as I had thought, Eileen was more subdued; she was happy, but she let Allan lead. When we were alone for a moment, she told me: "I've learned my lesson, James. We had a big fight and he gave me an ultimatum to behave or to leave. I didn't believe that he would ever do this, but I agreed, and we've been much happier since. I can say, however, that in bed he is following me..." and she grinned happily. She had found what she wanted.

We found another distribution company to buy in Melbourne and it became a logistic problem: who would stay where? At least I had Maureen or Jenny always with me. People slowly got accustomed to our lifestyle; there were some unpleasant moments when we were questioned about the three of us always together, but we ignored them, and our increasing circle of friends accepted us as we were.

The year passed and we continued to be successful. We had the number two slot in Victoria, number one in NSW and dominated Queensland. It was time to expand again. It was actually one of James Simpson students, whom we had accepted in a trainee program, who pointed us to a new activity: international freight. We had thought about this before, but it had not been the right moment then. Australia exported and imported a lot; there were permanent freight routes (too difficult for us to enter at this moment) and spot offers. We had our organization fine-tuned by now and we decided to go into the spot business. One of the main export items was gold, and for imports there were packaged medicaments. It took us time to find out how we could handle it, but it offered a new horizon, with new prospects and eventually new customers. We lost money at the beginning, but made some procedure changes to see whether we could improve.

We had Christmas coming up and Maureen suggested to go to the spa. I was against it, as was Jenny, but she was told that Eileen was all for it. I called a family meeting.

"Folks, the spa is wonderful; you have everything, good food, excellent wines, wonderful service. Two problems: When we stayed there, the dress code was either fully dolled up, or minimum bikinis or less. I wonder whether Allan or Eileen would accompany us."

I knew that Eileen would, but was not certain about Allan. Hell, I knew that he would not do this. "Then there are the two hostesses. They are very pretty young women and they practically threw themselves at me. We left earlier to avoid a problem. I'd prefer to go to Bali."

There was a long discussion and I was outvoted. Jenny abstained and Allan agreed in the end, probably curious what had incited Maureen and Eileen. He would be in for a great surprise.

Maureen made the reservation starting on December 25th and returning on January 3rd. It would either be paradise or hell and I only could hope for good luck for us.

Peter had turned out well and the first evaluation was successful: he had met our goals, and we gave him a 15% salary increase. We did the first gold transfer and lost a good amount of money, since we had priced it completely wrong. The next one was better and then we got a return deal on medicaments and it ended up profitable. I gave the trainee a good bonus.

We bought a small company in South Australia and entered a partnership with a medium sized company in Western Australia. Now the only area we did not cover was the Northern Territories and Tasmania. We discussed again owning a cargo plane, but it was too soon -- next year. Jim Albright, remembering his good work when we were all together, was sent to Western Australia to build up business; our management team was coming together.

I had become a member of the golf club and taking lessons and playing at least every second weekend, got my handicap down to 10. Maureen and Jenny also had become members: they did not want to become golf widows. It was a fascinating game; you played as well against yourself as against your partners (or enemies). Jenny was better than Maureen: she took it seriously, practiced, thought about her game and was soon in the low 10's; Maureen took it as fun, walking around in company on a nice day. We also continued with running and our martial classes. Maureen had become a black belt, first Dan; Jenny a black belt, third Dan and nobody wanted to practice with her; she had her killer instinct well developed, and I wondered whether I should go for my sixth Dan but decided against it. I had only three men with a rank higher than mine in Sydney and when I did not practice with them, I started to train the lower ranks. It would be showmanship, however, and I went back to Krav Maga, the deadly Israelian personal defense system. There I had reached also the Master black belt and was not considering going further; it was serious business and one had to be very careful when one practiced it...

Christmas was coming closer and in early December we traveled from branch office to branch office, distributing bonuses and occasional reprimands. The unions had tried again to muscle in, but the staff did not need my help: they had decided that they were happy with our organization, salaries, and benefits. When one union called for a boycott against us, there were some incidents, but it was always the other side that limped away, and soon it stopped.

We had our Christmas evening at Allan's home, and gifts and kisses were exchanged. Jenny gave me a new blue cashmere pullover, since she had appropriated my old one; Maureen a book about the new Porsche Carrera Turbo and told me to select the color (I told her that I was quite happy with my old one), and Allan and Eileen had bought us a beautiful painting of Ayers Rock for our home. I had chosen a coward's way out: they had everything, but women always enjoyed jewelry, so I bought a beautiful ring with an excellent emerald set in diamonds for Maureen, and for Jenny a classic design ring with a blue diamond. We all bought a new car for Eileen; she had looked at Maureen's car with a certain longing in her eyes and I had talked to Allan, who agreed with the gift.

The night was spent at our homes and they had promised me a special gift. They told me to change and wait for them in the living room. Somehow they had managed that candles were lit and incense was burning; there was low Arabian music in the background and when they appeared, I knew what my gift would be. They had changed into their slave fantasies and knelt before me. "Oh Lord and Master, beloved husband, owner of our heart and soul, we offer ourselves to you, to take and to give."

I pulled them up and kissed them; there was no hurry and after a long while clinging to each other, I led them to our bedroom. There were more candles and incense, and when they lay down, they left space for me in the middle. Their eyes were sparkling, their smiles radiant, their love obvious. It was a divine night, making love without urgency, pleasing the other and being pleased. When midnight arrived, we were tired, and managing a few more kisses, we said goodnight to each other.

I woke up late, alone in my bed, and heard laughter in the bathroom. They had left without waking me and I thought that this was lèse majesté, and it had to be punished. I got up and entered the bathroom; there they were, shaving their legs. Before I could say anything, they stopped, and Maureen was first (as always) to offer her breasts for my good morning kisses.

"James, you were sleeping so nicely and you looked so relaxed that we thought we could do our domestic duties before getting you up. We should have known better. Do we have to be punished?" I thought about this, but considering that it was Christmas, I decided to be kindhearted and merciful.

Then Jenny came forward, repeated the presentation and she also received her kisses. She asked: "James, I decided to shave everything off. Can you help me?"

That was new to me; I had always received the finished product, but I looked forward to trying it out myself. It would be a new feeling on her and if she (or I) wanted to go back, it would not take long to grow back.

She lay back on the chair and opened her legs; taking the shaving cream already open, I spread it generously. The razor seemed safe enough and soon all the hair was gone. She grinned. "Quality control, James!" and when I touched her labia and slowly let my tongue go up and down, there was no stubble left. A dip into her pussy and she shrieked in surprise, but we had no time left for fooling around. We had to be at Allan's home in one hour. Maureen was jealous. "James, the next time it's my turn!" and I nodded.

We led Allan's Bentley into the Blue Mountains and to the spa. The J's were already waiting for us, but it needed a discrete cough from Jenny to separate them from me. "You came back! We have another chance!"

Eileen laughed and Allan looked confused; she seemed to have forgotten to tell him about our last stay here. Intentionally? They turned to Allan. "It is an honor to have you here, Sir Allan, and Lady Moise. We will make certain that you'll be satisfied with your time in our spa."

Jane turned to Jenny, who was difficult to welcome, since she was suspicious about the J' s intentions. Jean leaned closer and whispered: "Jenny, we learned our lesson. We will be good, but please let us tease him -- and you?"

Jenny looked a long time at her and at Jane and then nodded. "Teasing only!"

Then she turned to my other love. "Maureen, I see where your beauty is coming from. Your mother is stunning!" She had earned brownie points already from both mother and daughter.

We were given the same apartment and Allan was close, the one about twenty yards beside ours. The luggage was dispatched, and Jane invited us for a drink. The bar was still empty, and Jane once more welcomed us and thanked us for the confidence in booking the (very expensive) Christmas week. They would personally oversee the service (a smirk appeared on Jean's face) and we could be certain that we would be satisfied.

Allan and I had a Macallan, and the ladies a dry port. After a moment and some small talk, an elderly woman appeared and whispered something to Jean; she nodded and advised that the luggage had been delivered to the apartments and all had been put away. We thanked the ladies and walked through the exquisite garden to our temporary homes. We agreed to meet in two hours to have a drink to plan our activities for the next days. Jean was right: everything had been put away and Jenny was a bit embarrassed. "Maureen, look at this drawer. All our bikinis: what will they think of us?"

Maureen laughed. "They will be certain that we will have a lot of fun, and they might be envious."

There was a bottle of Krug waiting for us and I offered them a glass of this traditional champagne; then we sat on the couch and the two arranged themselves as always, with their heads on my lap, watching me. "James, what will we do with Allan and Mom here with us all the time?"

I thought about it, but the answer was easy. "We'll be ourselves; if they want to join, wonderful; if not, we'll find a solution."

We talked about life and business and I used the opportunity to caress both my wives: their cheeks, their luscious hair, their smiling lips. When my hand wandered downward, Maureen warned: "James, do not start anything you cannot finish!"

Jenny grinned. "James, with me you can start what you cannot finish now, but I can wait!"

We were starting to relax from our stress and when Allan rang the bell, we were ready to discuss plans. He brought another bottle of Krug; it was a really nice champagne. We talked about dinner; it was supposed to be a formal affair and the ladies should dress up, the next day we could stay at the pool and one of the following days we might drive through the mountains.

Eileen brought up a delicate problem. "Tomorrow we'll be at the pool. What will be the dress code?"

Jenny grinned "Bikini or topless?" We all looked at Allan, who looked at Eileen. She blew him a kiss. "Allan, dear, you know that James has seen me topless in Brisbane...."Actually, I had seen much more than her breasts, but that was a point I did not want to go into "...and I've gone to nudists beaches before. Remember our week in Bali? You enjoyed looking at me, and at the young girls playing volley, and all of them topless. How do you want to play it?"

Allan swallowed and then took a decision. "If the girls and James agree, I can handle seeing three beautiful women topless."

We applauded. "Good for you, Allan." So this was decided, but Jenny had to come back.

"Eileen, when we were here the last time, the J's joined us and we all stayed topless. They'll ask to be back. What do you want to do?"

Eileen looked again at Allan and suddenly he grinned. "The more, the merrier!" He had come a long way under Eileen's influence!

Jenny, always organized, told us that it was time to change, as women always needed time to prepare to show off. They left and Maureen told me that my tuxedo was in the other room, to go and change, and then I could have a drink and read a book until they were ready. I did and the book was interesting, showing the history of the trade routes in Asia, with a long chapter on the Silk Road. There were some interesting thoughts in that chapter.

Maureen appeared first and all I could say was "Wow!" She had done it again, surprising me with her beauty: I knew that she was more beautiful than any other woman I knew, but it was wonderful how she had chosen to present herself to me. Others might look at her, but I was the person she wanted to amaze.

She had chosen a long dark green strapless silk gown, showing an almost indecent décolleté; the dress followed her slender figure to the floor and a golden small belt accentuating her waist. There a long slit on her left side and when she came forward, her long, well-tanned leg appeared. She used her jewelry: her opal hung between her breasts, opal earrings, her emerald ring on one hand and her signet ring on the other. Her hair was coming down in curls, touching her shoulder. I looked at her briefly and then I drowned in her eyes: large and shining, full of love.

Behind her, Jenny came out: her dress was similar but in black. There seemed to stardust sprinkled over the dress and whenever she moved, it sparkled. Her belt was silver, and she had her diamond earrings, bracelet and ring I had given her, and her opal was hanging proudly between her breasts. Her hair was in a ponytail, swirling from side to side; she knew that I loved to touch her hair. As Maureen, she had put blush on her cheeks and eyeshadows to increase the impact of her brilliant blue eyes. And as Maureen, those eyes were looking at me with total love.

They came forward and slowly turned around. "Satisfied, oh Lord and Master?" All I could say was "Wow!" and went forward to hug them.

Maureen yelled. "Stay away from me, you'll ruin the makeup. Later you can kiss it away!"

Jenny smirked. "James, you can kiss me now; I'll redo my makeup!"

Maureen punched her on the arm. "Calm down, hussy! You could wait at least for when we are back." and Jenny grinned even more. "Why wait?" but she also stepped back. Before we could sit down the bell rang once more and Allan and Eileen came in.

Allan was the perfect gentleman: black tuxedo, black tie, a noble specimen of the male gender.

Eileen was something else. She had selected a silver-grey long dress with thin straps holding it up and a décolleté until her bellybutton (I wondered for a moment how she would move without exposing more than she probably wanted, but women had secrets that men will never understand). She also had a small belt around her waist, black this time, and her long leg came out of the slip in her dress when she came in. She wore a big pearl choker and pearl earrings, her diamond engagement ring and to my surprise, my ruby brooch over her left breast. Her hair was put up, holding a small tiara inset with diamonds and opals. She had used makeup professionally: a light blush on her cheeks, eye shadow increasing the sparkling in her eyes, and a glossy dark red lip color. She was really, really beautiful and I understood the pride that Allan showed when he looked at her. Maureen was as beautiful, but Eileen had something more: experience in life, success, acceptance by her peers, and poise. It would take time for Maureen to get there, but I was certain that she would and, in any case, in my eyes Maureen would always be the most beautiful woman in the world. I stopped for a moment: Jenny would stand beside her and deep in my heart, too.

After the round of mutual admiration, we walked over to the restaurant. The waning sunlight threw a misty fog over the Blue Mountains, and the sky showed that bluish saffron color that makes you want to watch it for a long time. The doorman stood straight when he saw us approaching and with a deep flourish, opened the door. He looked at us. "Sir Allan" and it seemed that all staff had been advised about us. "Count, you look quite dapper, but if you allow me to say something obvious: nobody will look at you if you are accompanied by these ladies. Be welcome, Lady Moise, Countess, Miss Parker."