Chapter 11: Love in the afternoon

Considering the mess we had made in our bed, we changed the sheets and decided to have a shower - together, of course. It took us a long time to clean every inch of the other’s body, because we had to check and recheck whether everything was perfectly clean. She came twice again, and she swallowed my entire explosion, every drop of it. I carried her to our bed and she snuggled very close to me. I kissed her lips and then went down to her breasts and cleaned them up once more with my tongue. She was getting excited again when, suddenly, she jumped up.

“Can I tell my Mom, please?” I agreed and she called Eileen.

“Mom, we did it. I gave myself to him and he took me to be his. Mom, it was wonderful and out of this world. I never imagined making love could be so wonderful! And I heard the voice you told me about and it said ‘you have selected well, my daughter!’ Mom, I’m so happy! And he asked me to marry him, and I agreed! He went down on his knees, but he didn’t give me a ring, Mom! He’s not perfect after all!”

She looked at me and said, “Go do something. This’ll take a while!” I felt somewhat deflated by being sent away after just having made exciting and sensual love, and she coming four times! I pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and went to the kitchen to prepare our dinner.

Leaving the room, I didn’t lose her presence; since we had made love, I seemed to feel a light connection to her sentiments and movements. It was exquisite and strange - it was like we had bonded deep inside and became very close; I wondered about this but enjoyed it because suddenly I knew where my love was all the time.

Preparing the dinner was not difficult; I had spent some time organising for it - something easy to make, but impressive. I cut and sliced and mixed things, and it was coming together nicely. The wines were in the fridge and all I needed now was my love. I went back to our bedroom and there she was, still talking away with her mother. I wondered what secrets she had told already, and whether it would be possible to meet her mother the next time without getting red all over. I asked her whether she wanted a drink and she waved me away.

Women change after they accept a marriage proposal - the prey is caught, and priorities have changed! I went back to the slicing and cutting and finally my love appeared. She had put on a knitted cover that barely covered her bottom, but the interesting part was that it was knitted in a way that exposed a lot of skin as she moved. When she came closer to kiss me, first the left nipple looked out and then the right one. She smiled, noting my interest, and offered her breasts for me to kiss - at least the part that was protruding from the cover. It was enough to suck a bit and tease with my teeth, and to pull her very close so that she could feel my excitement too.

“Where’s my drink, darling? I’ve drunk a lot of your protein today and now I want some wine to complement it!”

I had placed a bottle of Dom Perignon on ice and poured this treasure into two flutes. She sipped and sighed with pleasure.

“This is real champagne. Our sparkling wine is good, but this is better.”

I grinned and teased her “May I suggest that this example also applies to Germans?”

She hit me hard and then kissed the spot. “You deserved that, you conceited man. Just remember that for the future,” she chided me.

Then she kissed me again and rubbed her breasts against my hands.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“My love, there is no prettier form in the world than the curves of a firm breast, and you, my darling, have perfect breasts. They are firm, upright and the areolae are just a little bit puffy. I love them. I cannot get enough of seeing them, touching them and kissing them. I will never stop loving them - and you.”

She pulled me to the chaise and pushed me down. Sitting on my lap, she lifted her cover a bit and her pussy appeared. “And this sight, darling?”

“This gives me completely different pleasures. Feasting on your breast is for me to enjoy; you certainly feel my pleasure and enjoy it yourself, but it’s basically my delight. This is for me to take pleasure.

“Kissing your other lips and making love to you is for me to give pleasure and enjoy your bliss. There is no greater delight for me than seeing you in your ecstasy and hearing you calling my name. It is our pleasure and when we cum together, one stimulating the other, there is no barrier between us, no restraint and only love. We are one for a moment.”

She looked at me for a long time, and finally nodded and replied, “When I give you my breasts, I feel your enjoyment and I feel tingly all over and know that this is only the beginning of something much better to come. I love it when you hold my breasts and suck my nipples. I’ll always go back to the moment when I first offered them to you and the delight I felt, and it has improved every time you’ve touched me. When I gave my body and soul to you, I felt like somebody had opened a door in my soul and when you took me for yourself, it felt like you had entered that door and filled me up. For the first time, I felt that I was safe, loved and bonded to another soul. When I felt you cumming and filling me up with your seed and I exploded with you, I was conquered forever. You’ll always give me pleasure and satisfaction whatever you do, but it’s also my joy to fulfill your desires, whatever they are, and doing this, I’ll feel satisfied, content and delirious, but, love, this is just a lot of talk to describe our feelings - let’s show them to each other. Please make love to me.”

I picked her up and carried her to our bed. We made love slowly and tenderly, with small waves becoming bigger waves, and one big wave at the end, breaking over us. Eventually, we were exhausted and fell asleep.

Later, I woke up with golden red hair on my chest. Maureen was sleeping with her head on my shoulder. I had never felt so complete in my life. Her breasts were snuggled up against my ribs under my arm, and they felt wonderful! Her long, tanned, and well-formed legs were tangled with mine. I couldn’t see her pubes, because they were nestled up against my hip as if they had grown there. Bliss, that’s the word I was trying to think of. I was in bliss. I touched Maureen’s shoulder and awakened her. She stretched like a cat, snuggled up against me, and almost purred. I tried to bring her back to reality.

“If we don’t start dinner now, it will become breakfast tomorrow morning!”

She protested and moaned that she wasn’t hungry. Could we stay in bed and fool around?

I almost agreed, but then remembered all the effort that had gone into the preparation of this meal, the first together in our home. I crawled out and had a shower. Telling her that she could stay in bed another 30 minutes, I went back to the kitchen. The starter was ready, but I had to prepare the veal and the accompaniments; it took me about 20 minutes. Next, I set the table, put out the dishes, lit the candles, and I was ready to call Maureen. I knew she had gotten out of bed because I somehow felt where she was. The feeling was even stronger than before - perhaps our last act of love had strengthened our bond even more. I took out the champagne and called her.

When she appeared in the door, the Dom Perignon almost fell out of my hands.

She was standing in the doorway, dressed in a long, slinky black dress, her hair was made up, her cheeks blushed, her lips glossy, and she had a huge smile on her face. What caused my surprise was the fact that her décolleté exposed her lovely breasts completely, and even they had received a lustre, with a shadow in the valley between her breasts emphasising the swell of her mounds and pointing out her areolae, emphasised with a light beige and the points of her nipples with a dark red point. The opal pendant was between her pert breasts, giving an additional glitter to the picture.

“Since you’re so fascinated by my - no, your - breasts, I decided not to hide them anymore in front of you. Here they are, for you to kiss and caress whenever you want. Just be careful kissing my nipples - your lips might turn red!”

She walked towards me, and the movement of her breasts almost caused my eyes to fall out. Elegance and decadence, the dress reminded me of the early 1800s empire dresses when it was the height of fashion to appear with breasts partially exposed or only hidden by transparent mousseline. Only here there was nothing hidden and everything was available to me. Maureen really knew what I wanted, and I was content.

I embraced her and she placed her hands under her breasts and offered them to me. “They’re yours, my love. Kiss them, suck them, fondle them and I shall enjoy it totally. This was just for the grand entrance! If you want to take my dress off and see me totally nude, I’ll joyfully follow you to wherever you lead.”

I accepted her offer and spent some time kissing her mounds and nipples, and when I sucked one pointy bud into my mouth and gently twisted the other one between my fingers, she started to tremble and pressed her breasts hard into my face. Suddenly, she shuddered and almost fell down - apparently, my stimulation of her lovely breasts had more effect than she had imagined.

“Enough, James. Give me rest for a few minutes and let’s sit down; I have to recover. I thought I needed your penis to have a climax; you just showed me that the simple touch of your lips on my breasts is enough to make me cum.”

I led her to her chair and used the opportunity to slide my hand down her back to her tight ass. She smiled and said, “You don’t have to ask. I’ve also decided that there’s no need for underwear when we’re alone.”

She sat down, I gave her a tender kiss and discovered that she was right. The makeup had been cleaned away and my mouth was now glossy, but I didn’t want to wash it away as the moment was too precious. I served the oysters I had bought the day before and the champagne complemented them very nicely. Then I asked for a moment, prepared the veal and heated the sauce, and served them together with a very good Ata Rangi Pinot Noir from New Zealand. To my surprise, the wine and the food didn’t match well, as the soft, lemony sauce and the ripe cherry aromatics of the wine fought with each other. The dish was good and the wine excellent, but not together.

I apologised and asked her to sit down in the living room, but she refused. She said, “A wife’s duty is to clean up the kitchen after a meal.” I accepted her assistance. It was much more pleasant to have her close and watch her move around with her breasts moving freely and her hips sensuously shifting left and right.

I told her I would serve the dessert in the sitting room, and she asked for a moment to freshen up. This time, the Dow vintage port and the chocolate petit fours had to match to compensate for the previous dish! She came back and this time the chocolate fell from my hands; she was completely nude, just wearing her pendant and with her breast makeup restored.

“I took the dress off because it wouldn’t last very long in any case. What do you have for me now? Ooh, I like chocolate! You have divined another one of my secrets. Is nothing safe from you? And by the way, have you heard about the Equal Opportunity Act? I placed my body in your hands, therefore I get the same access to yours. So take your clothes off too.”

Obviously, I followed orders and sat down on the couch and she lay down with her head in my lap.

“Chocolate, James!” she demanded. I put a piece in her mouth and she tasted it. “Wonderful, almost as nice as you taste,” and she gave my shaft a warm kiss. It reacted immediately and grew slowly. She laughed at her ability to affect me so, and said, “Nice, James,” and gave it another kiss.

“Wine, James!” I handed her a glass of the port and she sipped it slowly. Again, she smiled and said, “Very nice, James,” and looking straight into my eyes, slowly tipped the glass over. The remaining port dropped on her breasts and stomach, and she smiled. “Oops! I don’t want to dirty the couch. Will you please wipe it off my body? But you can’t use your hands.” [I believe it would be physically impossible for James to do what you describe in the next few paragraphs if he stayed sitting with Maureen in his lap. I have, therefore, changed it to put him on his knees next to her. She would finally be seated with him on his feet when she takes him in her mouth.]

This was an obvious invitation to continue what I had initiated before the dinner and I accepted it with great enthusiasm. I carefully got off the couch and knelt next to her. I leaned down and washed her breasts clean with my lips; then I started on her stomach. She reached down, took hold of my penis and rubbed it slowly while I kissed my way down her stomach. When she was clean, she reached for my glass and tipped it over her pussy.

“Oops. My mistake. Please clean it up gently, James.”

I pulled her up to a seating position and turned her around until her legs were wide open looking at me. I drew her forward until her pussy was right in front of my mouth and her legs were on my shoulders. The port had run down from her stomach to her brown outer lips and even further down to her little puckered anus. This time I used my hands and pulled her lips open as the port was slowly vanishing inside her. I had never seen anything as sensual as the image she offered me, and when she increased her touch on my shaft I almost came.

Thank God for algebra and calculus! As a method to calm you down there is nothing better. Perhaps baseball statistics. Her red inner lips opened, and I saw a few drops of the port clinging to the walls. I touched them with my tongue and slowly sucked as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could. Then I went forward to her little bud and sucked it. When I bit down gently she exploded. I was completely drenched with her creamy liquids spurting out of her lips, mixed with some of the port, and I drank it eagerly. What a wonderful taste of my woman!

She whimpered and shuddered and suddenly pulled me up and dedicated herself to my shaft. She pulled it completely into her mouth and then took it out for a moment, saying, “Equal Opportunity Act, remember?”

I got up and carried her to our bedroom. She pushed me down and went back to her mission to make me cum. She didn’t only kiss my penis or stroke it, she worshipped it and made love to it. I was getting close, but she withdrew, and then started again. At the end, I could not hold it anymore and she relented, taking me deep in her mouth when I came. She swallowed everything and then looked at me with love.

“May I kiss you now, James? You made me happy and I satisfied your desire. May I kiss you with your cum still in my mouth? I want to, but are you alright with that?”

I replied, “Did we not talk about this before, my love? I have your juice all over my face and you kissed me. I want the same opportunity!” and kissed her long and deep.

She relaxed and closed her eyes. “I am totally exhausted, my love, mentally and physically. Will you hold me now and protect me in my sleep?”