A Fantasy about Love Pt. 17

"Let's stay and have fun. I want to see how far they'll go. I also want to see the self-control of my dear husband. All I can say, Allan, beware the Irish bringing gifts!" We laughed and decided to go back, have a shower and get lunch.

When we were alone, Maureen turned to Jenny. "You did well, dear. Trust James; you would give your life for him; you also have to trust his love for us."

We had fish with a light white wine and then ice cream for dessert, and before we left, Jane came to our table." Jenny, Eileen, we'd like to have you with us at night for a light dinner. Casual, shorts or a little dress, cheeses and cold cuts, and a good conversation. I've also heard that James fancies himself an excellent Scrabble player. Should we show him the cold facts of life?"

This caused the ladies to become very interested, since to beat me in Scrabble had become one of their dearest dreams. Jenny accepted immediately, because now the J's had found the right way to her side.

The afternoon went fast as they were waiting for dinner and Scrabble time. Maureen and Jenny wore shorts and a polo shirt, and Eileen a short dress. Allan and I were gentlemen: gray slacks, a casual dress shirt open at the neck, and loafers without socks, seriously relaxed indeed. The J's had put on a long summer gown, more a camisole than anything else, but this time they were decent. The food was good, there was a bottle of white and another of red wine, and then the fun started. During dinner, Allan complimented the J's on their graceful moves, and they said that they had ballet lessons for over eight years, and even now refreshed their memories when they went to Sydney on business. They had even danced in amateur performances like musicals or some opera intermezzos.

They took out a nice Scrabble Board, big enough for all of us, and Jane explained the local rules. "James, first we'll play each one for himself; bets are allowed, the subject of the bet to be agreed on by the bettors. After ten plays have finished, rules can be changed by the Rules Committee; no recourse is possible against a Committee decision. Every five plays the player with the lowest score will lose his right to play, but can select to become an assistant to any other player he or she wants to associate with. Any player can have more than one assistant. The Committee can introduce new rules at any moment. Do you all agree to this?"

I protested. "Who will be in the Rules Committee?" Jane nodded to Eileen. "Lady Moise and I as the host. Naturally, you can decide not to play and concede defeat immediately, but I would prefer to beat you fair and square."

I asked Allan for help; he shrugged. "You accepted the challenge, and now you pay for it."

He probably had never heard about a man standing beside his friend in a moment of crisis -- or perhaps Eileen has sent him a warning glance and he had learned to obey.

"One last question. What will the winner get?"

Jane discussed this with Eileen, and they agreed on the challenge. "The winner can request anything he likes from any other player, for the period of up to 12 hours."

Eileen nodded, but qualified. "Obviously the Committee can veto any request and decide on another task."

Jane swallowed; she had not expected that limitation from her. I asked what would have if the Committee was drawn? Another decision process and the verdict was that an arbiter would be selected by lot.

The game began and I carefully managed my play, never winning and never losing. After five rounds, Jean dropped out and joined her sister. Five games more and Maureen followed; she decided not to associate herself with anyone at this moment. Allan was a good player and Eileen was excellent, but I had to watch Jenny. The next person to leave was Eileen and she went with Allan. It had become tense now and at the end, Allan was defeated, leaving Jane, Jenny and me. Now it had become difficult. It went backward and forward, but Jenny had an unfortunate hand and lost. She immediately sat at my side: she was afraid what Jane might ask of me! I was the obvious choice for her to demand something.

It was Jane and me now.

I was down two games, but recuperated and we were even until almost the end, when I took out the letters I had hoarded and defeated her by one letter.

She was upset, to say the least, and the disappointment in her eyes was visible. I wonder what she had planned for me, but it was my turn now.

"You said that you had danced in musicals and intermezzos: can you give me an example?"

"Musicals: American in Paris, Kiss me Kate; intermezzos: Salome, Carmen, and others."

Now I had what I wanted. I remembered Salome well; I had never really liked it, and the only part that stayed in my mind was the dance, where the soprano dances the Dance of the Seven Veils, and when she slowly removes one after the other, her father is so bewitched that he grants her a wish, and she wants John's head on a silver platter. He tries to deny it, but she insists and at the end, the head is brought in and she dances with it once more. The music is dramatic, but the reason why this dance stayed in my memory is that the soprano was quite substantial, and in the end, the audience was laughing. Not what Straus wanted, obviously.

"I'd like you to dance the dance of the seven veils from Strauss' Salome. You have the music available?"

She nodded. "Jean and I practice at least once a week to keep flexible and I know this dance very well."

"Will you dance for me?"

She smiled. "James, you know that I'll do whatever you ask -- for the next 12 hours."

She looked at Jean and they cleaned the middle of the sitting room, pushing chairs and the table to the side. Jane left to change, and Jean finished the work, taking away the carpet, dimming the light and lighting candles; their incense slowly drifted through the room. We waited for a few minutes and then the music started. There is a dramatic introduction and then a lonely oboe goes up and down, giving the dancer the opportunity to use her seduction to bewitch the king. The music speeds up again with the full orchestra playing, and then it goes back to the lonely oboe. The end is dramatic again, and the dancer falls to the floor, completely nude, or in the opera I remembered, almost fully clothed (part of the reason why people laughed).

This time Jane came slowly into the room, dressed in thin, transparent veils, each one in a different color, from dark red to light gold. She stopped in the middle of the room and when the music changed to the oboe, she started to sway her body slowly to follow the melody. Her body was completely covered, and a veil hid her face. We watched her quietly, bewitched by her beauty and her grace.

The music accelerated and she twirled around, losing the red veil; she let it glide along her body to her arm and then let it fly away. The oboe came back, and she moved her hips seductively until the music became faster; she bent her body to one side and then to the other, following the rhythm of the music. She loosened a blue veil and it dropped slowly to the floor as the oboe returned. And so it went, slow music and seductive, graceful moves, and faster rhythm and another veil removed. The second last veil was light blue and completely transparent, showing her body in all details, her breasts heaving, her breathing accelerated, and her body glistening from her dance. It fell to the floor and the last veil still on her was gold, covering her face. She weaved her body slowly to the oboe, looking straight at me, and little by little she came closer. The music built to a crescendo and she took off the last veil, lifted her arms over her head, proudly showing her body to me, and then she sank down into a graceful dancer's position.

We kept quiet for a few moments, completely stunned by her dance, and then applauded for a long time. Finally, she lifted her head and looked at me and I lifted her up and she opened her lips, inviting a kiss. I did not hesitate: the dance was for me and I wanted to thank her.

She pressed her body against mine and I could feel her pointed breasts pressing against me, and her fast breathing showed how much of herself she had put into this dance. I kissed her deeply and when I stepped away from her, all I could say was: "Thank you, Jane. This was extraordinarily beautiful. Thank you."

She continued to gaze at me. "This was for you, James, just for you." Slowly a smile appeared " ...and you have another eleven hours and forty minutes where you can ask for anything from me."

She stepped back and Maureen embraced her, thanking her for the dance, and then Eileen kissed her. Even Jenny came forward and embraced her. "That was truly wonderful, Jane." and kissed her.

Jane hugged her back and I heard her whispering: "This was for James, but I know that he's yours; don't worry about us, Jenny, we tease, but we do not steal another friend's man and I hope that you will allow us to be your friends. And you should know that James will never betray you or Maureen! But never open the door; we would rush in!"

Jane was still nude, but nobody noticed; even when Allan came forward, he simply kissed her hand and thanked her for an extraordinary experience.

Finally, she left to change and when she came back, we had another glass of champagne, thanked her once more, and I was surprised when Jenny said: "We'll see you tomorrow morning? OK?"

In the apartment, I asked her: "Did you change your mind about the two?"

She nodded. "James, they will tease us all the time, but they will respect our boundaries. And I hate to admit it, but I like them. I will still watch them, however, and you, my love."

We had our showers, kissed each other good night and fell asleep.

The next morning, we had breakfast together and when pool time arrived, the J's arrived, this time with a big jar of orange juice. There was the wrap that vanished immediately, and after a plea to Jenny (who nodded) the top was off. I was ordered to do my duty and get them protected, and again there was that pout when I stopped at the back. The conversation went from politics to fashion to the latest trends in beauty treatments and I was looking at Jane, when she got up and called Jean to her side.

"Allan, Jean and I always thought that we're under-endowed when it comes to our breasts. May I ask you to tell us whether you also think so, or do you believe that our breasts are satisfyingly big from a man's point of view? What do they say: 'a handful'?"

Allan blushed all over and Eileen laughed out aloud. He looked at me for help, but I shrugged. "I have been through this, Allan; dig your own grave." He coughed and looked away, but Jane did not let him get off the hook.

"Allan, we are serious. Perhaps you need another breast for comparison? Jenny, could you please come here?" Jenny grinned and walked over to stand beside them. "See, Allan, Jenny's breasts are a bit bigger, not very much so, but a bit bigger. Which one do you prefer?"

Allan looked up, begging God for interference, but Jane went on. "Maureen, perhaps a bigger sample helps him come to a decision. Could you please come here?" Maureen smirked and stood on the other side, with the two J's between my ladies.

Allan took a deep breath and managed to look into their eyes, but not farther down. He coughed and tried to say something but stopped immediately. To deepen the torture, Eileen came over, too, and offered advice.

"Allan, you have in front of you four top examples of female breasts. All are firm and well formed, not too big, but also big enough to fill a hand. Now look at mine: mine are bigger, but I'm already 42 and had Maureen, so I have an excuse that mine are a tad bigger. Do you believe that they sag?"

She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "You see, no sag!" Allan wanted to disappear into the ground. "Now feel Jane's breast. The same feeling, isn't it? Firm and no sag!"

She moved his hand to put it on Jane's breast.

This was too much for him and he suddenly remembered that he had to make an urgent phone call. "Eileen, where's my agenda? I need it and you have put it somewhere; I need you to find it and give it to me. I'll come back to you, Jane." and he took Eileen's hand and practically dragged her to their apartment.

The situation was hilarious: he was running away from four beautiful women! We had our fun and Jenny had discovered that she had new friends.

Eileen came back after half an hour; alone but grinning happily. Jane asked: "Did he have his phone call already?"

She licked her lips. "He didn't have any phone call, but he had me. Twice."She hugged Jane. "Thank you, dear. That was fun!"

Jane was not satisfied, however. "Eileen, there's one more man we can ask. What do you think?"

Eileen looked a long time at me and I at Maureen with the obvious request for help. No help was forthcoming, and Eileen came over to my chair. "James, dear, get up."

I remembered how soft, considerate and gentle she had addressed me in prior times, but all had gone. She wanted another victim.

"Girls, come over here." and they all came.

I looked at Jenny, but she licked her lips. "Get out of this one on your own, my love." I could read from her lips. They stood aligned in front of me, from Jane to Eileen, and all topless, presenting their breasts.

Eileen increased the odds. "Girls, I believe that just looking may not achieve a fair result. How about we allow him to touch, too?"

The J's nodded enthusiastically, Maureen was quiet, Jenny upset, but before she could protest, Eileen pointed to Jane. "Jane, darling, you are first."

I blew Jenny a kiss and entered the game; walking around Jane. She had very nice firm breast, with her nipples looking skywards. Not too big, but a reasonable size. Then I put my hand on one breast and she leaned into me, pushing it into my hand. "Firm and soft, nice structure." was my verdict and I stepped away.

Jane was visibly disappointed. "How can you judge from such a short contact?"

This was easy to answer "Jane, I'm a seasoned executive and I'm used to making fast and correct decisions! Next, please."

Now it was Jean's turn and I repeated my walk around and my soft touch. "Equal to Jane, beautiful."

Maureen was next and I did not need to walk around or touch her.

"This breast has been in my hand or in my mouth so often by now that I know exactly what to think. Perfect." The same for Jenny, who was now visibly more relaxed.

Eileen was a different problem: I could not be open about our previous relationship. I walked around her, licked my lips and finally touched her breast. She also leaned into my hand and whispered: "I'm twice as old as the others so I need two chances. Touch both, please!" I did so and she closed her eyes for a moment, probably remembering all the times we had started our love making this way. When I touched her nipples, they sprang up and when she opened her eyes again, looking into mine, I took a deep breath and under different circumstances we would have been making love in ten seconds, but here...

Patience, little grasshopper.

I stepped back and walked around once more, and then looked at them. Jane looked at Eileen with a moment of doubt in her eyes, but she shook her head; there was nothing between Eileen and me.

"Ladies, I cannot say which one is better or prettier."

Eileen yelled "Chicken!" and I continued: "Ladies, each of you is perfect in your own way. Jane and Jean have a dancer's body and their breasts are the perfect complement for that body, firm and well structured. Maureen and Jenny: I love them and all they have will always be perfect for me. And Eileen? She is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and even with her advanced age...." she punched me hard ".... she's as perfect as can be. So tell me; How can one rank perfection? Is one more perfect than the other? Or can I say that just to see any of you or all of you is perfection?"

They looked at each other and Jane was first. "James, as Eileen said, you are a chicken, but you are an intelligent chicken. But if you use once more the word 'perfection' I'll..." she looked for a word ".... I'll kiss you and hope that Jenny will not kill me."

Nobody was more surprised than Jenny herself when she said: "I will not kill you -- go ahead."

Jane looked at her. "Wow. Thank you, Jenny; I'll not abuse your trust." Then she looked at the others. "James weaseled away from a decision. Should we offer him a second chance?" Jean was all in favor, but they were outvoted. I was safe.

Jane looked once more at Jenny, and after she received a nod, came forward and kissed me -- not just a little polite kiss, but a real one, from a woman who wanted something from a man she wanted. It was exciting: her tongue invited mine into her mouth, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her arms were around my neck. I enjoyed it for a moment and then slowly stepped back; she wanted it, but I could not give it.

She protested but accepted it. She looked into my eye. "James, you know what you can have if you want it!" I nodded, but then I whispered: "You are absolutely lovely, but my heart is already taken."

There was a sad smile, but then her eyes lit up again. "Well, we can have fun, can't we?" I nodded and Jenny came over and hugged her. "You will always be welcome, Jane, but as a friend."

Jean came over, too, and declared that since she was the twin sister, she had the same rights. A rather spurious logic, but before I could dispute it, she was already in my arms, her mouth on mine, and her breasts rubbing against my chest.

The mood changed from sexually charged to friendly banter and at the end, they left to manage the spa. Another smoldering kiss and they were gone.

Eileen took a deep breath. "Children, this is more fun than I thought. Seeing the four of you dancing around each other is thrilling, and seeing James valiantly holding up his honor is awesome. I wonder if anybody else could have handled it with the integrity and elegance he showed, but we know him and we trust him."

She laughed.

¨Allan was wonderful: he practically threw me on our bed and took me as if it was the last time. He was still rigid afterwards and I used him to come a second time, and I'm certain that he enjoyed it and me. We should come here more often!" She stretched her body and pushed her full breasts upwards. She saw me looking and grinned. "Remember, darling?"

Her eyes closed and when she opened them again, she wondered: "Do you think that Allan might be willing..." she stopped.

"No, that's something he would never do, and if I forced it, I would destroy our marriage. I'm happy, both emotionally and physically and he's very fit for his age and doesn't tire at all; last weekend I had to move very carefully and even if I cannot give him my total love, because that will always be reserved for you, James, I do my best, and I make him happy. But I am mumbling; James, I want another drink!"

We had been staring at her, as there was more information than we really wanted, but her suggestion was fine. I got the last champagne and then suggested that we got ready for a drive through the mountains.

We went our way and when we were alone in the apartment, Jenny came into my arms.

"James, you behaved as we trusted you, and you'll have your reward tonight. OK, Maureen?"

We used Allan's Bentley and it was a quiet drive through a beautiful scenery. Modern cars have everything, but his car had class. There were old phrases about these cars 'the only noise you hear is the electric clock' or the time a car broke down in the Alps and the owner waited for the repair bill, which never came. When he inquired, he was told that 'Bentleys don't break down'. We had fish and chips at the roadside, and it was quite simple and good.