Chapter 31: The New Year’s Party

The next morning, we got up early and Maureen went to see what had happened in the other room. She came back smiling “Mom is asleep in Jenny’s arms. She must have her rest, so let them sleep and we have breakfast.”

She threw on a jogging outfit, and I wore my traditional clothes, shorts, and a polo shirt. We were not the first in the breakfast area, but it took some time until Eileen and Jenny appeared. Eileen was very afraid to look at me and Jenny pushed her forward. “Say good morning to him, Eileen! He’ll not bite, I promise!”

She was also dressed in shorts and a polo and when I got up to kiss her, she embraced me tightly.

“James, I...” I told her that this was not the right place, and to sit down and have breakfast. Maureen looked at Jenny in her running outfit and suggested they go for a run and just the two of them. She insisted, however, that Jenny didn’t get into her marathon pace; she only wanted to have fun (and I thought that she wanted to give her mom a moment to discuss things with me).

Off they went, and we looked at each other. I poured her tea and placed toast on her plate.

“Eileen, perhaps I was a bit abrupt last night, but if you think about what you said and how you said it, perhaps you agree that I was right. When will you learn that this is not a competition of who comes up in front? We do have fun, we love each other, and best of all, we complement each other. Whenever you get in this mood, you destroy a bit of that love and if this goes on, one day there will be nothing left for you. Do you want this?”

She shook her head and looked miserably at me. “I know, my love. Can we please go up and talk in a quieter place?”

We had a long discussion and it ended as the previous times - she swearing that it would never happen again, and I accepting her promises. I told her, however, that the string that bound us was getting thin.

Jenny and Maureen arrived; she was panting heavily since apparently, Jenny had run her into the ground again. They were happy, however, that Eileen and I had agreed to try once more. We changed and went on another tour through the wineries. We started with the Krinklewood Winery that had been recommended by one of Eileen’s friends for its organic wines and an outstanding rosé. It was situated in a little valley and the main building was very pretty - it was as if one had stepped into a little French place. The owner and his wife expected us and led us around and after tasting some of his wines, Eileen bought the rosé and a case of the pretty deep shiraz.

Then off to Tyrell’s Vineyards with its famous VAT wines. Again, the winemaker led us through the huge installations; it was one of the biggest Australian wineries and produced every wine imaginable, from whites to red, to rosés to fortified wines, and most of them pretty good and some of them outstanding. She guided us to the private tasting room, where a part of their production was lined up for us. It seemed to be a waste sipping each wine and then spitting it out, but I wanted to return to Sydney without advanced cirrhosis.

Once more Eileen opened her wallet and purchased several cases of their best wines, and at my behest, bought a case of their best port wines. We also tried their sparkling wines and since we wanted to have lunch at the Japanese restaurant not far away, we also took two mixed cases of their produce. Eileen would need a decent sized van to take everything back to Brisbane, but she probably didn’t need to worry about this little detail; after all, she owned one of the biggest transport companies in Australia. The restaurant was good, but not outstanding. Their wine list concentrated on sakes and Maureen asked whether we could drink one of our champagnes. The Maître d’ hummed, but after receiving a thousand-watt smile from Maureen and Jenny, he agreed. He even tasted it and with a thoughtful look in his eyes, said that he might consider putting champagne on his list.

It had started to rain, and we decided to make it a day. Afternoon tea sounded good, and the ladies decided to return to the spa. I looked at my emails (nothing serious) and got a spy thriller with all the implausible actions of the sexy hero saving the world and at the end getting the sexy girl, too.

The ladies returned happy and satisfied, glowing with health. My inquiries about the therapist were first avoided, but then they confessed that they had been implacable - no mercy for the ladies and no suggestions for an after-duty dinner. Eileen seemed to be a bit disappointed, however. She certainly wanted to tease the guy, but there had probably been an internal conversation going on and they were more careful. Jenny kept quiet as this was not her game.

They showered, and we decided to order room service: a big platter full of cheeses and we would open two bottles of the wines Eileen had bought. It was a splendid evening - the ladies in tantalizing dishabilles, showing off their charms, and the combination of the cheeses and the wines was almost as good. The conversation was lively, and everyone was against the others, except when they all agreed to gang up on me, but it was fun. The following day would be the New Year’s party, and then we would go back to Brisbane and at night, back to Sydney. The forecast was for rain and if that occurred, we would stay in, have a late breakfast and the ladies would go back to the spa. I put the plates and glasses back on the trolley and had room service remove it, then I looked around and stated that I would go to bed. They kissed me goodnight and when, finally, I was lying relaxed in my bed, the door opened, and a beautiful nude vision stepped in and slipped under my cover.

“James, Maureen and Eileen wanted to discuss some business matters, so I volunteered for the sacrifice to stay with you: is this agreeable, oh my Lord and Master?”

I wondered about the business matters - wasn’t there time enough tomorrow? But I happily accepted her sacrifice.

She turned to me and started to kiss me; softly at first, and then more demanding. I turned down the cover and in the dim light coming from a lamp at the end of the bedroom, admired her beauty. She was absolutely lovely: long, heavy black hair, smiling face, high, pointed breasts, and a little heart-shaped triangle pointing to her labia. Her long legs showed all the kilometers she had run, and her skin was soft as silk. I kissed her back and then started to investigate her beauty. She purred as I glided down from her lips to her neck, tickled her earlobes, and then continued on my journey.

When I reached her breasts, I paused. They were white and creamy with large areolae. Her nipples stood slightly erect, begging to be sucked. I lightly kissed one, and then placing lips around it, I sucked it into my mouth, flicking at the nipple with my tongue. With my other hand, I pinched her other nipple. The sensation coursed through her body, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into me. “Oh, James!” she moaned. She became restless and moving nervously around, she wanted more. Her hands ran through my hair, across my back, and to my ass. Her breaths became shorter as I continued to tease her breasts. I went back to her mouth and kissed her hard and she kissed me back, with our tongues battling for entrance and dominance. As we kissed, I moved my hand down her soft belly reaching between her legs. She moaned

through our kiss and lifted her hips to me. Moving through her soft little triangle, I slid one finger along her damp crack and pushed it in, waiting for her reaction. Her eyes flew open as the new sensation hit her. “Oh James, I love you! I want more!” she groaned.

I slid a second finger in and moving them in and out, took my thumb and pressed it against the already erect nub at the top of her outer lips. Rubbing it gently at first and then increasing the pressure, my fingers moved faster. Her hips started to move on their own in rhythm with me, wrapping her arms tightly around me, hanging on as these sensations built throughout her. She was breathing faster, and her moans became louder. The feeling grew, spreading from between her legs to all over her body. When I went back to her breasts and kissed her nipple, the feeling became too much.

“Oh yes, James!” she cried out, clamping her legs together. “Oh my God!” she trembled and tightened her grip around my neck until with a small sigh, she relaxed a bit. I held her tight and lightly kissed her lips, her forehead, and her cheeks and stroked her hair. I raised myself up and moved between her legs, spreading her legs apart with one hand and reaching down, I grabbed my erect penis, moved it up and down her opening, making it easier to enter her. Pausing at the entrance, I felt her spreading her legs wider to give me complete access.

“I love you, too, darling. I will always love you.”

I pushed the head in, and her eyes widened. She must have felt the intrusion but seemed to enjoy it.

“Yes, my love, take me...” she smiled. I pushed just the head into her tight opening and Jenny tensed a bit, but then she relaxed. She gasped as I slid in deeper but continued to look at me with a huge smile. She put her hands on my back and slowly at first, started her own rhythm. I followed and as her hips began to move faster, she moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss. She was very tight and gripped my shaft like a velvet vise. I started to control the speed of our movements and moved even faster as the sensations of love and sex overwhelmed us. She was matching me, repeating, “Oh, oh, oh..., OH!”

I didn’t want to stop but craved for our release. When it happened, she dug her fingers into my back and cried out in joy. It was one of the most wondrous feelings I had ever felt. I could no longer hold back. I groaned and thrust into her, filling her with my seed and then collapsed on top of her. With a last aftershock she tightened her legs around my hips and pushed herself once more onto me, and then fell back on the bed.

“Wow! Every time we make love it is different, James. Sometimes it is gentle, sometimes it is wild, and today it was different again. James, this is paradise!”

I moved down beside her and when my shaft left her, there was a small slick noise. She smiled and stretching down, wiped our juices on her fingers.

“This is you and me, combined as always and forever, James!” and with a malicious grin on her face licked her fingers clean. I hesitated a moment, but then reached down also and wiped the rest on my hand and brought it to her mouth; she licked it and then I completed the cleaning in my mouth. If she could swallow my fluids, could I not swallow hers? Circling her body in my arms, I just wanted to hold her now, so close and so wonderfully nude; this was a dream I never wanted to wake from. She lifted her head to be kissed and I obeyed gladly.

“James, the last months have been the best time of my life, and all because you let me love you. Maureen played her part, but it’s you who makes me happy. I promise I’ll never leave you for whatever reason and I know that you’ll never disappoint my trust. It is a strange feeling for me since I was always a control freak and had to dominate everything just to survive; with you I’m free, my trust is absolute, and you can do with me whatever you want, because I know that you never will harm me. What could have happened better to me?”

I hugged her again and told her, “That is love, Jenny; love that flows from you to me and from me to you.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. Her last move was to pull me close and offer her breasts for my kisses; then she said, “Goodnight, my love...” and fell asleep.

I thanked God or whoever was responsible to have brought her to me: with Maureen and her I had the two most beautiful women in the world, not only physical, but emotional also. And they were wonderfully sexy on top of this! I felt a bit sorry for Eileen as we had started so well, but she simply could not control her insecurity, because she had to show at the most inappropriate moments that she was the best in everything, and this grated on me. She was a wonderful person, intelligent, beautiful, sexy as no one else, but she pushed too much. But I loved her in any case and what does one not do for the person you love?

During the night I felt that someone else slipped into the bed and that Jenny left me. She put my hand on her breast, and I knew it was Maureen; those puffy areolae I recognized immediately.

“Go to sleep, darling. I told you that you would wake up with me.”

We slept well and, in the morning, the first thing I saw was the huge smile on my wife’s face.

“Good morning, my love. It is pouring, and we will stay here. It is still early, and you have enough time to please me.”

She turned over me and lay stretched out on my body. I pulled her face down and kissed her and she stayed glued to my lips for a while. After a while my lungs decided that they needed air, forcing me to withdraw from her; there were more things to do, all of them pleasurable. She smiled even wider and moved her body up and down and this caused my body to react very positively. Her pointed nipples bore into my chest and her wet labia called my penis closer and closer. When she opened her legs, I slipped into her without any resistance: she was ready for me. We started to move and immediately had established our rhythm and like one wave after the other, climbed our way to a wonderful release that left us both breathless.

“James, this is the way to wake up. Well, you pleased me, so let me return the favor.”

She sat up with me still in her and started the same rhythm once more, only this time sitting straight up, pushing herself down to pull me into her even deeper, and placing my hands on her breasts, said, “James, play with my breasts. I know you love this, and I enjoy it very much.”

My hands needed no direction to discover the swell her of breasts with my fingertips zeroing in on the puffy stiffening nipples. She was already beginning to moan delightfully, and I was in heaven from the sound of it. Her hips started undulating against me while I caressed her wonderful globes, teasing her stiff nipples with excited fingers. Pulling her body down a bit, I tilted my head up slightly and lifted one breast toward my lips, inhaling the pointed nub. It was so big, firm, and delicious, we were both moaning loudly the instant her nipple filled my hungry mouth. My other hand was now free to explore and slipped downward sliding across the velvety smooth skin of her lower body. My fingertips were gliding over the soft round curves of her ass cheeks and pushed her down, for me to go deeper and deeper into her.

We had just come together, so this time it was a competition who could please the other more. I tried with my hands, my lips, and my shaft, she with her smile, her breasts and her deep inside walls that contracted and released my penis in a most exciting way. Slowly we forgot about waiting and each pushed the other into an arousal that went higher and higher until finally, it crested with our heartfelt release. She cried my name and pushed herself onto me.

“James, I love you. I love you so much...” and then she came with a shuddering sigh. I felt her coming to her peak and jumped over it together with her, and we both floated down in our mutual pleasure.

She fell forwards and lay on my chest. Aftershocks rippled through her and every time she moved, my shaft gave a little ripple back to her. Finally, she opened her eyes again and said, “You definitively pleased me, my love. Now I want to lie in your arms and just feel you, hear your heart beating, smell your body, smell our juices and enjoy life...”

She calmed down and for a while we lay there, doing nothing, just feeling the presence of the other person. Someone knocked on the door and Eileen looked in.

“Did I interrupt something interesting? Time for breakfast, darlings. It’s raining hard and we will have to stay here in the hotel. Tell me what you want to do - continue in bed or join us for breakfast?”

My stomach answered that question, rumbling loudly. Maureen protested, but I told her mother that we would be there in fifteen minutes. The door closed, and Maureen slowly shifted her body sideways and relaxed on the bed. My penis had already softened and when she moved, dropped out. Our juices followed, and Maureen looked down.

“Poor George. He worked so diligently and now he’s being abandoned, but the least I can do is to say thank you and goodbye for a little while.” She bent down and kissed the top of my shaft. Her tongue came out and licked it clean.

“We taste good together, my love.”

George decided that he liked this and reacted positively, but Maureen was merciless.

“I promised fifteen minutes, and I keep my promises. See you later and behave yourself!”

She jumped up and went to the bathroom, so I leaned back and whistled. She stopped and turned back.

“I wondered whether you remembered, my love. I should have known better!” and bending down, gave me her breasts to kiss. Then she pulled me up saying that there was no time to squander, and we went in record time through the bathroom drills, even taking a shower together to save water, obviously. She slapped my hand when I procured the more interesting points of her body to wash and later to dry, and we made it in seventeen minutes.

Jenny and Eileen were waiting for us, and we went down for breakfast. It was pouring, and the room was filled: no excursions today. My three ladies caused the normal scrutiny, and I was proud of them: Eileen in her short yellow and blue dress, Jenny in white shorts and a sleeveless blue blouse, and Maureen also in shorts and a green polo shirt. They wore their opals and looking around, I saw men dreaming and wives scowling. I ordered a bottle of local bubbly for breakfast, and we stayed for a while, enjoying the company and the noise of other people.

The conversation turned on today’s activities and I was told that I had time to read another two books because they were going back to the spa and this time to relax shamelessly in luxury. Maureen looked at me.

“Don’t complain, darling. You had Jenny last night and you had me this morning - twice - so you’ll survive.”

Jenny was blushing all over, especially after Eileen turned to her and looked her all over.

“Any parts that hurts today? Perhaps you need some special attention? I saw that they have a special treatment here called ‘the morning after’? I wonder what this implies? Do you want me to inquire?”

We all laughed at Jenny’s blush, but her response made us back down when she stood straight up and replied, “I don’t feel hurt, Eileen. Making love with James makes me feel overwhelming pleasure and any special treatment available I will accept only from him.”

Eileen hesitated and then said, “Good for you, darling! Keep on defending yourself. You’ll need it in life, and be grateful that you have us around you, as we’ll always have your back and protect you.”

Jenny went back to Eileen and embraced her. “Thank you, Eileen. That means a lot coming from you. I admire you and look forward to learning a lot from you - and I love you, too.”

Now it was Eileen turn to embrace her and sniffle a bit.

“Jenny, I can be awful once in a while. James knows this too well, but at the end, I love you. Actually, I love all of you and I’ll never do anything to harm you.”

Before the emotions became too strong, I coughed and told them to get back to our rooms; by this time, we were the last in the room and the waiters wanted to clean up and prepare lunch. They changed, said goodbye, and left me to my emails. This time there was a problem to resolve and there was also a note from Sir Allen to see him as soon as we were back in Sydney. I did not finish the two books, but only missed the last chapter when they showed up.

It was still early in the afternoon, but all said that they needed an hour’s relaxation before they had to start their preparations for the party. Eileen looked at me and said that it was her turn to care for me; she took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. She undressed and lay on the bed.

“Come here, my love. I want to be with you and discuss what we are going to do in the future.”

I followed her example, and it was quite strange: both of us nude, my hand on her breast with an occasional caress of her almost stiff nipple, and we were talking about expansion plans, financial strategies, and another attempt by Eileen to convince me to quit and come to Brisbane to run NT. I had considered it often now, but was not ready yet, with my success at my company recognized by customers and colleagues. Perhaps I wanted to stroke my ego a bit before entering another adventure. We also talked about the good work that Maureen was doing in her Sydney branch and when she would be ready to take on more.

Time passed and Jenny knocked and looked in. “Guys, time to get ready! Get up!”

Eileen jumped up, and interesting things happen when a nude woman jumps up and fled to her room. Maureen came in and asked, “Everything is alright with Mom?” I replied that we had talked about business and other things, and she looked at me as if I was lying.

“Mom, in bed with you, nude and alone, and she talked about business? Is anything serious going on that I need to know? Remember that I’m a major shareholder in the company!”

I calmed her down and she turned to get her dress ready. We were going to a big party in one of the wineries and they needed time to get prettied up. For me, it was easy: Dinner suit, hair brushed, black shoes polished, Hermès bow tie, and I was ready. It was quite another story for them. I stayed in the bedroom since I always loved to see my wife getting undressed and then dressing up again. She took off her bathrobe and when she passed close to me, I pulled her in to give her a kiss. She yelled to let her go, which obviously forced me to hug her even closer and to inquire where the Lord and Master idea had gone?

“James, I love you dearly and if you want to make love right now, I’ll stop everything, and we’ll do it. I’ll enjoy it, but I tell you that they’ll go to the party on their own! Decide, oh Lord and Master!”

Reluctantly I let her go but received a brief kiss of consolation. Then the show started: a tiny thong that did not cover her pussy lips, and little bra that was so thin she might as well not wear it, a long silky hose, five-inch-high heels, and then the item of real importance: her dress. It was a very dark green sheath that started at her neck and went down all the way to the floor. There was no décolleté, but when she turned around there was no back either. Her slender body with her high breasts filled the dress nicely and when she made her 360 degrees turn to show herself to me, I was without voice. She was simply beautiful.

She smiled, satisfied with the effect she had on me and turned to the safe to get her jewelry. She went for the opal set I had given her: the pendant, the earrings, and the bracelet. Her ring, however, was our family signet ring that she wore proudly.

“James, you owe me a crown, you know that. Aristocracy - superior level, remember?”

I could only repeat that crowns were for royalty, coronets for the aristocracy.

“James, am I not royalty enough for you? Just a little crown, pretty please?”

I told her that there were rules to obey for the aristocracy, even for the superior level; so, no crown. She snorted in an unladylike fashion, but then smiled.

“I’ll think of something else you will have to give me, if I don’t get my crown!”

Jenny was already waiting for us when we stepped out into the sitting room, and she was a vision of beauty herself. Her long black hair put up into curls, a long slinky black dress that did had a decent décolleté, but when she turned around, I wondered how it held up, as the back started just above the cheeks of her very firm ass. Her breasts were pointing upwards, and the peaks of her nipples were just barely visible under the thin cloth. She also had high heels, golden this time, and she also wore the opal pendant and ring, but with the diamond earrings I had given her on my wedding.

Then Eileen appeared with an as stunning long dress, gold with blue intertwined, and as the other two, she looked wonderful. She wore the opal pendant, the ruby brooch, and a big diamond ring. Her hair was curling down to her décolleté (decent this time) and her face showed a big smile. Her dress emphasized her slender body, trained by many kilometers of running, and her makeup made her eyes even bigger. I was surrounded by beauty, and kissing the hand of each one, I expressed my admiration. They took their purses and off we went.

The lobby became quiet when we walked to the entrance and somebody yelled, “Can I have one of them, please? Either one!”

Everyone laughed, and Eileen responded by blowing him a kiss. “Perhaps in my next life?”

The limo was waiting and when we arrived at the winery the rain had stopped. It was nicely decorated with columns, flowerpots, torches beside the main entrance, and to judge from his uniform, a major general at the door. We handed him our tickets and he turned around, tapped his staff loudly three times on the floor and yelled with a deep bass voice more common to a sergeant major, “James Gustav, Count de Winter!” Three taps. ¨Maureen, Countess de Winter!” Three taps. ¨Mrs. Eileen Monahan!” Three taps. ¨Miss Mary Ann Parker!¨ Three taps, and silence.

I wondered why this was so necessary, but my three ladies enjoyed it tremendously. We walked to our table; Eileen had managed to get a reservation close to the dance area and not too far from the doors to the garden if one wanted to escape for a moment. The whispering started again, and most people looked at us. We were a spectacular sight, three beautiful ladies beautifully dressed in a big smile on their faces, and if I may say so, I did not look very ugly either.

The music from the decent sized orchestra had started already and they were playing soft songs from the 70s and 80s. Eileen looked around and found some people she knew. They waved to each other when suddenly one gentleman got up and came over.

“Eileen, you look wonderful. It has been too long! Could you introduce me to the ladies?”

She turned to us and said, “Mary Ann, this is Mr. Everest Humble, the CEO of a big hotel group. And Everest, this is James, Count de Winter and my daughter Maureen, Countess de Winter.”

He bowed to the ladies and shook my hand, then went back to Maureen.

“Countess, you may not remember, but we did see each other a long time ago when you were still little ‘Mo’. You were pretty then, but you are beautiful today.”

Maureen went back into her memory and started to smile. ¨Uncle Resty? My Teddy Bear? I loved that toy!” She leaned forward and gave him a kiss, and then turned to me. “James, I have had that toy now for ages, and I slept with him and talked to him and told him my secrets ... James, he was my best friend as a child!”

I looked at him. “Mr. Humble, even being years late, I’d like to thank you for providing joy to my wife. May I add that I saw a big teddy bear in her bedroom, and she told me that it was a companion that had always consoled her and never disappointed her?”

He smiled and said that she was such a cute child, and looking at her, he said, “Cute is not the word I’d be saying today. You’re quite beautiful, little Mo.” and he bowed once more to her and looking at the others, he said, “As are you, too, Miss Parker. And you, Eileen, I don’t have to say anything - you speak for yourself. It’s a great pleasure seeing you again after all this time and we still don’t know why you vanished into your business; come and see us, because you always will be welcome.”

Eileen had a tear in her eyes. “Thank you, Everest. I will remember this.”

She looked at us. “He was a good friend of my husband, after his death, I was inconsolable and hid myself in my office. It was you, James, who took me out of it. You see what miracle you have accomplished!”

The music started again, and I asked Eileen for a dance. I liked to dance, so I led her around the floor to a slow foxtrot. She followed easily and when the music stopped, she asked for one more, this time a waltz. At the end, I saw that we were the only one on the floor; the others had stopped to watch us. Eileen blushed - from the effort to follow me in our turns, from the joy of dancing in my arms, or the attention we had from the others I don’t know, but she blushed prettily. Then I changed partners and asked Maureen out. She was not as easy to lead even taking lessons, but the youth of today was more accustomed to heavy rock than to easy dancing.

“Relax, darling. All you have to do is follow me; you can do it in bed, so you can do it here!”

She blushed also, but this time from my comment, but she got looser, more flexible, and when she put her head on my chest it suddenly clicked: she was dancing. When we finished, she hugged me and whispered,