Chapter 30: Christmas in Hunter Valley

When I woke up the sun must have come up, since even with closed shades there was enough light to see that it was past eight o’clock. We were also not alone; another body was pressed against my back, and I felt the tips of firm breasts pressing against my back. I knew that Jenny was in front of me, as my hand knew well enough the form of her breast. Then I heard a slight moan as if someone was waking up and I knew that sound - it was Maureen. Jenny also moved, and we were all awake.

Jenny stretched her body and smiled content, and behind me, Maureen repeated the gesture. “Hi, my beauties. How are you this lovely morning?”

Stupid question, but I was never the cleverest person early in the morning, and as my past proved, occasionally even during the day I had problems. I lay on my back and two heads appeared to kiss me - one with messed up black hair, the other with messed up red hair, and both lovely.

“My love, you may go to sleep with another woman, and I’ll make certain that there are only two available, but you’ll always wake up with me.”

I received my kisses and Maureen decided to go and prepare breakfast. It was still dark, but then I heard thunder and the sound of heavy rain. It was Boxing Day and I had heard that it rained quite often on this day; it was also the start of the Sydney-Hobart Race and I wondered what the weather was in Sydney. It is one of the most difficult sea races in the world and people have died, and to start in bad weather must be a bad omen. Maureen gave me another kiss, observed her morning duty, and left for the bathroom and the kitchen.

“You have 40 minutes, my dears. Use them!”

Jenny glanced at me and started to smile. “Maureen is a good friend, isn’t she?” and moved to lie over me. First, she said hello to George who was half asleep, but already interested in the world around him. Being hugged by a nude woman from my back and from a nude woman from my front would wake up anybody, I assume.

“Hi, George. Good morning. I’m very happy to have made your acquaintance, George. You seem to like me, too, considering the effort you showed to please me last night. Let me tell you something, George - you’re always welcome with me, and especially in me. You don’t need a written invitation; just knock and the door - no, all three doors - will be open for you.”

Then she kissed her way up and when she ended at my lips, she spent some time there, obviously with my enthusiastic assistance. Suddenly she lifted her upper body and moved still farther up until her petit areolae were in front of my mouth, with her dark large stiff nipples pushing their way into it. “Kiss them, darling. I want you to feast on them...” and I did. I sucked them into my mouth, twirled my tongue around the nipples, fondling the mound with my hand whilst pushing it firmly into my face, and when she became restless, biting them gently. Somehow, I felt the need to mark her and sucked the part above each nipple until a red spot appeared. She seemed to like this and murmured, “Yes, darling, mark me as yours. Do it stronger!” and when I obeyed the red mark was very visible. She almost came, but then pushed my head down to her pussy.

“There, too, my love” and as I sucked the part just above her clitoris she came - not loudly, but intense. She looked at her body and smiled. “I bet Eileen will be jealous!”

She pulled me up, offered her breasts once more, but this time for the morning greeting, and jumped out of bed. “Come on, let’s shower together.”

She was a different person today, more self-confident, and prouder of herself and her body. She sat on the toilet without any hesitation and when it was my turn, she laughed and grasping my stiff penis, directed the stream into the bowl. She had turned on the hot water already and we spent a lot of time making sure that every part of the body was spotless; actually, there were now three rather big red new spots and very visible on the white skin, and when I dried her and told her it was now time for quality control, she laughed even more and yelled, “No, go away, dirty man. I’m hungry and I want my breakfast.”

When we were back in the bedroom ready to dress something, the door opened and Eileen came in “Hey, breakfast is r ... What is this? A new fashion? The mark of your man? I want one, too!”

She licked her lips and asked, “When will it be my time, James? I know exactly the spots where I want them! Can we do it now?”

I told her no; she would have to wait if she wanted one and then she would have to pay me for my work.

“Pay? What currency do you want, James? Mouth, pussy, ass?”

We all started to laugh, and Maureen appeared, too. “What is happening, Mom. I asked you to call them and ... Jenny, that looks quite nice on you. It will be difficult to hide the spots, but perhaps on Monday, they will be gone. I have a cream that would make them disappear if you needed it.”

What a difference between mother and daughter. One looking out for herself, the other looking out for her friends, but I loved them anyway.

The breakfast was ready and this time, everyone was dressed - Maureen in one of my overlong football shirts, Eileen in a white, almost transparent top and white short shorts, and Jenny in a knitted minidress that showed her perfect body, all visibly following local rules, and I in my t-shirt and shorts. No champagne this morning, just tea, coffee, and lots of scones.

“What are we going to do today, James? Fool around?” Eileen asked in a hopeful voice.

“Yes, Eileen. Since we cannot go out let’s play something, all four of us.”

They decided on Scrabble, and I was wondering what to do. They knew that I would win, but it would take the fun out of the game. I established a handicap for me and when we played, it seemed that the scores were evened out. It became interesting when I convinced them that I could use German cities and states, but they invoked local rules that all women in the room could help each other and now I was thoroughly trounced. At the end, Jenny was the overall winner. I knew that she was very intelligent, but I had never seen this killer instinct before and was happy to have found out now.

“Darling, don’t feel sorry. English is my mother tongue and I’ve been alone for such a long time reading and studying that you did not have a chance, but I’ll let you win in other games! Perhaps tomorrow night?”

I remembered that Eileen had mentioned once that she had played Monopoly and I wondered whether she had the game still in the house. She looked for it and found it. We started first another game of this interesting game - quite friendly, making funny remarks and smiling at each other. Then the competition heated up; first Maureen and I ganged up on her mother and she left disgusted, then Maureen smiled at Jenny and asked, “Let us do the same to him?” I whispered to Jenny “anytime and anyhow” and she nodded.

Maureen did not quite understand what had happened, but suddenly she was broke, too. The end game started, and Jenny smiled her sweetest smile at me.

“James, darling, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but you’re going to lose this game. Prepare yourself!” She was evil, having no mercy for the man who loved her and had loved her last night quite often, and just rolled over me.

Time had passed and the other ladies were not interested in a rematch, and for only two people playing it did not make sense. I took out the barbeque grill and prepared lunch - T-Bone steaks, baked potatoes, a salad and a strong red wine from Chile, a Reserva Carmenère from Montes Alpha, full bodied, dark, and spicy, and lots of coffee at the end. It should match the steaks well, I hoped. The barbeque area was protected from the rain, but the wind was not very agreeable, and we would have to eat inside.

Eileen snatched Jenny and put her to work on the salad; Maureen had to provide the potatoes. It came out well and I was satisfied with my steaks and the wine. Afterwards we had several glasses of the Morris Old Premium Liqueur Muscat from the Rutherglen vineyards, a really creamy and luscious dessert wine. Nobody wanted to go back to games, so we watched first a weepy comedy and then I selected Mad Max, with Mel Gibson.

Life is fun - they thought it sweet when Doris Day, the Iron Maiden, tried to seduce Rock Hudson, the gay actor, but when Mel saved Australia in the other movie, they protested about violence. Women! I was sitting on the couch, with Maureen and Jenny having their heads on my lap. Eileen had moved too late to compete and was sitting on the floor, with her body between my legs. It was nice to touch their hair, one more glossy than the other, and they all showed their appreciation about the little caress, purring softly when I touched them.

The last image had passed, and Australia was safe again, so Maureen lay a hand on Jenny.

“Hey, Jenny, it’s your turn to get something to drink and eat. I want chamomile tea, and James, as always, Earl Grey. Mom, are you still in your fruit tea moment? Select anything you want for yourself, darling, and bring it all here. Please?”

The moment Jenny was in the kitchen, Eileen jumped up and lay on the couch in her place. Jenny was quite upset when she came back, but I smiled at her and shook my head. She served us and sat down in Eileen’s place between my legs, but first got a cushion and when she sat down on it, she was considerably higher as when Eileen had been sitting in front of me, and this gave me a chance to touch not only her face and hair but reach farther down and fondle her breast gently. It was still pouring, and we discussed what we could do tomorrow.

Eileen suggested that we could drive up to the Hunter wine area for two days; it was a bit more than 150 kilometers and the source of some of the best wines in Australia. Eileen had stayed there before in a very nice boutique hotel and knew some of the owners of the vineyards. She was certain that we would have fun. Otherwise, we would stay at home and with a twinkle in her eyes, Eileen said, “Finally, we can fool around. It has been so serious here the last two days –

love and affection and gentleness; perhaps we could try something spicier?”

I sure hoped that the weather would be outstandingly beautiful the next few days!

It was getting late, and Maureen asked me whether I wanted dinner now or do something else. It was almost eight o’ clock and food was an interesting idea. Jenny decided to help her, and I was alone with Eileen. She sat up and looked at me with concern in her eyes.

“James, I see the attachment you have to Jenny, and it worries me. Will I be shunted aside soon? She’s a wonderful person and she deserves your love, but where does this leave me?”

I took her in my arms, “Eileen, my love, it will leave you where you have been all this time - in my heart. I love you and I know that we’ve passed our initial problems. Jenny is a wonderful person, but so are you. Each of you is, and each in her own way. Didn’t you just suggest a spicier day for tomorrow? For me, every day is spicy because you three are so different from each other. So, there is no possibility at all that you - or Jenny or even Maureen - could be shunted aside. I pray that we will be as happy for the rest of our life as we are today.”

She hugged me tight and only said, “Thank you, my love. I needed that.”

Then she grinned and said that spice can be quite thrilling, and I should think about it. There were some very interesting moves she had read about ... She also had three different vodkas in her freezer, and smoked salmon was always available...

Maureen called us and we had our light supper, tea, toast, cheese, and cold cuts. At the end, she pointed to Jenny and said that there was a volunteer to clean up, that she was ready to go to bed and took my hand. “Are you coming, James?”

I looked back and saw Eileen watching Jenny with a kind of predatory gleam in her eyes. I wondered whether I should go back, but I trusted Jenny; she could handle whatever situation came up. I wondered, however, what I would see in the morning.

I called out goodnight to the two and followed my love. As soon as we were in her bedroom, she took off the football shirt and as I had thought, local rules had been obeyed - no underwear. She really was a wonderful sight to behold - long red hair curling down to the top of her breasts, a smiling face with radiant eyes that showed her love for me, firm breasts with her stiff, puffy nipples pointing up, her slender waist and long legs, and her very tempting pussy, with its landing strip pointing to the entrance of her front entrance. She waited for me to remove my things and embraced me.

“Tonight is my night, and don’t forget for one moment - all nights will always be mine. I only loan you to Mom and Jenny, but you’re mine and mine alone!”

I could feel her perfume mixed with her own exciting personal smell. Picking her up and laying her on the bed, she continued to smile and stretched her arms above her, making her breasts point up still higher. She opened her legs wide and only said, “I’m all yours. Take me and make love to your woman!”

I lay beside her and looked at her with admiration and wonder. Why did she love me so much? Perhaps Jenny had talked to her about her remark last night because she murmured, “James, you are very special and deserve that I, and they also, love you so much. You have taken each of us out of a deep hole we had dug for ourselves and made us proud and self-confident again. You made us trust you and us, and the success we have today comes from your love, affection and gentle pushing us towards higher aims. You deserve my love, darling, and always will.”

I kissed her eyes and then her smiling lips, and slowly wandered down her body to her proud breasts. I adored her puffy areolae and her protruding nipples and could spend hours feasting on them; tonight, however, I just got her to become restless and starting to purr her satisfaction. Then I walked farther down and when I arrived at her labia, she opened her legs wider still. She was so different from the other two - her labia were two half-shells closing the entrance and forcing me to knock politely but insistently for admission to enter. It was given and looking at her closely, I saw her little exclamation mark was always well kept - the strip, the interval, and the final point just about her clitoris. The rest was well shaved and soft as silk. I opened her shells with one finger and kissed the inside; it was so different from the brown color of the outside, a light shade of red and sparkling with her first arousal. I lay between her legs and concentrated on giving her pleasure, my tongue entering the first part and she purred louder, with her hand holding my head against her pussy.

I pushed deeper and her arousal increased - a few drops appeared with a light, citron-tangy taste, which I swallowed eagerly. Stretching my tongue as far down as possible, I let a finger enter her to touch her inner walls, and then my tongue returned and searched for her clitoris. This double assault made her lift her hips and moan to do more, to make her come. When I found her clit and made it come out to be kissed and sucked, she became seriously restless and twisted her body around and it was difficult to stay on board. Finally, I pushed another finger into her, found her sensitive spot and bit her clit gently. That was too much.

She yelled “YES! Now!” and suddenly she squirted a mouthful of her own juices into my mouth. She pushed my head onto her hips, and it was impossible for a moment for me to breathe. Then she became rigid and trembled.

“Yes, my love. I love you so much. I’m so happy.” She started to relax, but aftershocks ran through her body. She stayed this way for a while and then came back to life. “Come here, my love. I want to kiss you!” I moved up and finally lay on top of her. “Please stay this way, I want to feel your weight on me, my love.”

When I kissed her, she stopped. “Poor darling, I wet you all over. Let me clean this.” She took my head into her hands, licking and kissing me thoroughly all over until she was satisfied that I was myself again. She started to move again.

“I feel someone knocking on my entrance. Should I let him in? I would do this only if you confirm that it’s my friend George; he’s the only one who will ever enter me.”

I confirmed her guess, and she opened her legs again. Reaching down, she grasped George and led him to her entrance door. “Here George, you are always welcome. By the way, there is another entrance, too, a bit farther back. Do you want to try that one?”

George decided that he was quite happy where he was and started to communicate his satisfaction, by moving excitedly up and down, and side to side. Maureen synchronized her movements with me, and we raised our arousal higher and higher, until she lost her control and pushed herself up and pulled me down into her as deep as possible. I felt myself hitting something deep inside and trying to get deeper into her, grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her to me. That was it - she exploded and took me with her, like seeing fireworks going on and on. Then she relaxed and fell back on the bed, with me still on top of her.

“Stay this way, my love, at least for a while. This is such a wonderful feeling, having you so close and covering me.”

Slowly my penis came back to normal and slipped out of her, accompanied by the slinky sound of our juices flowing out. I moved and lay beside her. “You know that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen? Especially now after making love?”

“I believe you may be a bit biased, my love. Mom is very pretty, and Jenny has become a very beautiful woman on her own. What do you actually see in us, my love? I know that you love us, but we are different persons, each has her own quibbles, her weak and strong points, and each of us loves you in her own way. May I ask what you see in us?”

I hesitated, because I did not want to discuss each detail, I had come to learn about them. Perhaps it was the same feeling that I had about my own personal habits - they were mine and not to be distributed to the world, but Maureen was the exception and she deserved to know.

“James, we have discussed this already at long length and while I’m certain that there are still hidden parts I have not found yet, we’ve also agreed that there is no better, no more loving and affectionate, no more motivating man than you. You make us whole and every time we are with you, we come out more alive, happy, and satisfied. You’re frighteningly perfect, James, at least for us! But I repeat my question and if you so wish, I will not say anything to the others.”

“Well, Maureen, what do I think and feel about you? Eileen is a person who needs to be told that she is loved, who needs occasionally a slap on her hand when she wants to dominate us, but I trust her with my life. I’m not quite certain I would go with your life, but that is another story. She’s a bit egocentric and even egoistic, but that is justified by the way she has survived and succeeded after your father’s death. She’s sexually a bit too aggressive for my taste, but I’ve learned to handle her and it’s a lot of fun making love to her, and I try very hard to satisfy her in her needs. We are good together and I see that it will only improve in the future.”

“Jenny is very different. In my opinion, she wants to love me and will do everything to make me happy, to protect me, and she absolutely trusts me. She had discovered that sex can be beautiful, and you’ll see that the future will become very interesting. I trust her with my life - and with yours - because she’ll always see you as my other half, also to be protected and trusted. She’ll step back if she believes it might hurt you and I don’t know yet what her feelings are about Eileen, but I’m certain that Eileen will be very surprised in the near future. I feel comfortable around her; I don’t need to prove anything, and she has developed the same feeling. Making love to her is wonderful; she wants to give first but accepts when I put her first. She kisses nicely, she understands my feelings and needs, and she has a devious sense of humor. If it were not for you, my love...”

Maureen nodded and agreed with me. “She loves you so much, even more than you can imagine. James, she’s absolutely defenseless with her love for you. Every time she looks at you, her eyes radiate her love, and I don’t know how she hides this in the office. She’ll tease and argue with you, but your wish is her command! But tell me about me, darling.”

I kissed her deeply and looked at her.

“Do I have to tell you what I feel? You are my heart, my soul, my wife, my friend, my lover, my future business partner, the one who pulls me back to reality when I get too distracted, who knows how to tell me when I’m wrong in a way that I will listen and often have to agree, who listens to operas when you once told me you don’t like women screaming, the one who makes me feel the greatest man in the world when we make love. And when we’re just on our own, you let me make love to you in every way possible, and all of them thrilling and wonderful ... You’re perfect for me, too, and this will never change.”

She started to cry, but I kissed the tears away. She turned around and hugged me.

“Then let me show perfect I am for you!”

She lifted herself up and laid her body on mine. Reaching down, she briefly stroked my shaft, which by this time was already stiff and waiting for action and guided it into her. She moved her body into the right position and then started to seriously get me high and aroused. We had been in the mood already and it did not take me long to explode in her, filling her walls with my fluids. She came also and we both at last were exhausted. I begged her to stay on me as I also wanted to feel the weight of her body on me, covering me with her warmth.

Finally, I slipped out of her, and she looked down at the mess we had made. She laughed and said, “I better get a cloth; otherwise, you’ll be uncomfortable sleeping on a wet and cold bed!”

She cleaned us and came back to cuddle in my arms. “This is what I mean, my love. We are perfect for each other, emotionally and physically!”

We talked a bit about our situation, what to do the next day, her mother and Jenny, and our love for each other. Then her eyes started to close, and she wanted to say goodnight, smiled, and turned once more to me, lifting her upper body to give me access to the pert breasts.

“Goodnight, my dear, Sleep well!”

We did sleep extremely well, satisfied by our lovemaking and the knowledge that the other was so close. When I woke up, she was looking at me. “Do you know that you wrinkle your nose like

a rabbit when you sleep?”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you do. And it looks so funny I shall tell Jenny about it!”

“No, you will not!”

“Yes, I will, too and if you don’t behave, I shall tell Mom also.”

This shut me up and I could only say, “Revenge will be sweet.” Poor retort, but I promised myself that I would come up later with the proper response, after waking up. She tried to make up by kissing me, but I huffed.

“Consider me upset through lack of respect! Lord and Master! Hah!” but I could not avoid kissing her back. My defenses crumbled and I embraced her.

“You know that you are impossible? How can you compare me to a rabbit? A lion, certainly, a tiger, a cheetah perhaps, but a rabbit?”

She started to laugh and tickled me, and here I could give back as well as take it, so we ended up wrestling on the bed trying to get the best advantage for a really good tickle. I was in an inferior position as she went all out, but when I had suddenly had a well-formed breast, a tasty pussy, or smiling lips available - how could I win?

I felt somebody looking at us and turned to the door - Eileen and Jenny were standing there, laughing their heads off. Eileen shrugged and said, “Children” before walking away, but Jenny whispered in a hopeful tone, “Can I join you?”

We ended up laughing and kissing and when Eileen yelled from the kitchen that breakfast was ready, we jumped out of bed. I received my good morning kisses, rushed to the bathroom, cleaned my teeth, washed my face, and dressed in my shorts and a polo shirt. This surprised Eileen; she was standing at the oven preparing pancakes wearing her little apron and nothing else. I went over, said my proper good morning to her, cupped a breast with the nipple already stiff; she responded with a satisfied smile, and sat down.

“Hey, you can at least open the bottle of bubbly in the fridge! Do something useful!”

I did as I was told, and the two other ladies walked in - both in little transparent baby dolls. I looked at them and Jenny said, “Local rules are in play, sir!”

Breakfast talk was lively since the weather had cleared up and a trip to the Valley was possible. Eileen suggested several itineraries and as she had been there several times before and knew hotels and vineyards, we let her make the decisions. I looked at Maureen when there was a lively discussion between Jenny and Eileen, and she nodded - she had also seen that Jenny was no longer the submissive; she was now at least equal in our group. I wondered what had happened during the night?

She made up her mind and we were going to the Spicers Vineyards Estate in Pokolbin, in the middle of the wine district, close to Rothbury. We packed our things and Eileen reminded us to include an evening dress because the New Year parties were grand. They dressed rather conventional - tops and shorts for Maureen and Jenny, and blouse and slacks for Eileen. I looked at her and she saw my lifted eyebrow.

“Well, one of us has to be dressed decently when we enter the hotel.”

I responded that she would be dressed classy in almost anything she wore, even in a bikini, because what was important was the way she wore it, and she had class all written around her.

“Why almost anything, James?”

“Darling, remember the sling bikini where the top was nonexistent, and the bottom vanished in your pussy? You could not wear this in public even with all the class in the world, but I am looking forward to seeing you in it very soon!”

She blushed but gave me a kiss. “Flattery will get you everything, my love. Remind me to reward you tonight.”

When we left, she dangled the keys to the Mercedes. “Guys, I can drive, and we’ll be there in two hours at most, or I can let James drive and that will be three hours. What do you prefer?”

“James! James, Mom. I don’t want to arrive as a total wreck.”

All she said was “Chickens! Gutless chickens!” and sat in the back of the car. It was a nice drive, practically no traffic and it took me less than three hours to arrive at the hotel. It was impressive and the reception was pleasant. They remembered Eileen and the manager came out personally to greet the distinguished guests. It might have helped that she had ordered two adjoining Luxury Spa suites so that we could wander from one to the other without any problem.

The view over the vineyards was excellent and I already imagined sitting on the balcony at night and enjoying drinks and my ladies. The decoration in one room was more Old English style, with heavy curtains, leather couches, teak furniture, and paintings describing hunting scenes on the wall. The master bedroom had a poster bed and the other a king-sized modern bed (I assumed it would not be used very much), but the bathroom was hi-tech, with a Jacuzzi and everything. The other suite was decorated with modern clean Scandinavian furniture, with a similar installation in the bathroom. I preferred the clean style, but Maureen wanted to sleep in the poster bed, so there we went.

We had lunch at their Botanica restaurant; the food was great and the wine list extensive. Maureen and Eileen got into their oenologist persons, and it took them longer to select three wines than for us to order our dishes. Jenny and I were on our second glass of Chardonnay when the decision was finally made, and it was not completely unanimous to judge from the mumbled comments from both of them, but for Jenny and me the wines were pure heaven. They had seafood and I venison, and the dessert was simple and excellent.

We withdrew to our rooms and Eileen made some phone calls to her acquaintances and after an hour we had two days packed with visits to the more prominent vineyards, as well as invitations to a New Year party. She had also arranged a car service to drive us around since visiting vineyards and tasting wines does not go very well with driving a car. Then we decided to relax until dinner. Eileen looked at Maureen and funnily enough, also at Jenny, and asked, “May I lie down with James this afternoon? Please?”

Maureen looked surprised, but nodded and even more surprising, Jenny nodded also. What was going on? We went to the master bedroom and Eileen turned to me.

“I have to talk to you, James, but I want to be close to you.”

She took her clothes off and lay on the bed waiting for me. I followed her example and when I was beside her, she sat up and looked at me.

“James, I need to know where I am. I had a long talk with Jenny last night, and the way she talks about you and the love she has for you, I don’t know anymore where I do fit in. You have Maureen and she’s in a special place; then you had me, and I thought I was special also, only on a different level; and now you’ve Jenny - she’s more intelligent than I am, she’s prettier, she’s younger, and she loves you so much, and to judge from the way you look at her, you love her, too. So where do I stand? Will I be still your love?”