Chapter 45: Another Anniversary

I woke up early in the morning when I felt Maureen open the door and slide into our bed behind me. Her body was pressing into my back and her arm came around to hold me. It met Jenny’s, but they seemed to come to a compromise. Maureen held me fast and Jenny’s hand slipped down to my penis and held fast there. Maureen whispered, “Sleep, my love...” and I felt her kissing my back. It was a wonderful feeling, having my two loves so close to me and I fell asleep as ordered.

In the morning it was Jenny who woke up first. I felt her moving and when I opened my eyes, she was looking at me. Her hair was all over her face, and she needed to push it back so that she could see me properly.

She murmured, “Hello, darling. Good morning! Did you sleep well?” A big smile appeared on her face. “I slept exceptionally well, but I must admit I have more sensitive parts of my body than I thought. Perhaps I have to practice more?”

A voice came from behind me. “But only under my personal supervision!” and Maureen appeared, her hair all messy also, but her smile brilliant. “Didn’t I tell you that you would wake up with me? Always?”

I nodded. “Always, but today is a special day, your anniversary. What do you want to do today?”

She thought for a while (her analyze, decide, and execute habit) and sat up.

“First, I want my pre-breakfast protein; then I want to be cuddled and pampered; breakfast with Dom Perignon, and all my presents. More pampering and an extensive and expensive lunch in the best restaurant in town. Afternoon love and general adoration from my subjects. Dinner with more champagne and a night of worshipping by my husband. Did I forget anything?”

We stared at her: who was this person? She saw the perplexity in our eyes, and she shrugged.

“Well, if you cannot give me my simplest wishes, what will you do? Chinese delivery?” Slowly a smile appeared on her face. “As long as you love me, Chinese will be fine, but I really would prefer my first option.”

There was applause, since Eileen had appeared and was standing in the door, gloriously nude.

“Well, daughter, let us see what we can do for you. Jenny, get up and help me. James, you have forty-five minutes to cuddle and pamper; then we expect you for breakfast.”

Jenny got up but returned when I whistled. Local Rules Forever! When she left for the kitchen, Maureen turned to me.

“And now, dear husband, it’s my birthday and a bit of special attention would be appreciated. But let me have first my morning proteins!”

She kissed me and slowly slid down until she looked straight at my penis.

“Well, George, I understand that you have been busy, but I assume that you will always reserve the best for your owner.”

She took the shaft in her hand and started to stroke it gently at first, but then with some more force. It responded immediately and Maureen was satisfied.

“See, husband, he appreciates what and who is good for him.”

After a minute it started to glisten a bit and she bent forward to taste the fluid. “Original James de Winter. Bouquet earthy and dark.” She licked more and took it into her mouth. “Taste is concentrated, with a long finish.”

She started in earnest now to suck and let her tongue twirl around the tip of my shaft. The combination of her hand stroking, her mouth sucking, and teasing made it difficult for me to hold back and when I groaned “Maureen, please ... Now...” she pushed my shaft as deep as possible into her throat. This was too much, and I exploded into her.

“Full body, lush and silky taste, abundant complexity, will improve with proper handling; drinking now or during the next sixty years.”

She came back up and kissed me. “James, we will always be happy, and I’ll make certain of this, and you’d better cooperate!”

I wanted to respond, but she held me back. “Today I don’t want to be sexy; I want to be your loving wife and you’ll have to care for me. Not that you wouldn’t do this anyway, but now I just want the cuddling and pampering part, please.”

She snuggled into me, and I held her close, telling her how much I loved her. She purred like a satisfied cat, and it needed a soft knock on the door to advise that time was up. We went fast through the bathroom and when we entered the kitchen, I laughed. Both were dressed in long football t-shirts, and they were all from my collection. No seduction today as the weather was horrible, the wind howling and the rain pouring.

The table was set and as Maureen had requested, there was bottle of the Dom Perignon in the cooler, already open. A candle was lit (no years, however) and after I poured the champagne, we toasted her. I started to sing ‘Happy Birthday’, but the moans that increased with every note made me lower my voice at every note. I was surprised, I had been told in my youth that I had a nice baritone, but it must have vanished.

I sat the ladies at the table and Eileen served the first waffles, then toast and jam. The conversation was easy, and Jenny was teased mercilessly when she had to get up, with her face showing that certain parts of her body were very sensitive. There were also some malicious comments about the prominent hickeys on her breasts; Eileen immediately asked for the same treatment. Maureen was getting restless looking for her presents and we moved to the sitting room. There were three parcels on the table: one big, one medium and one small one. She chose the big one and her face showed her surprise when she opened it; there were four small koala bears dressed in colorful outfits, generously embroidered, and all with happy faces.

Jenny smiled. “Maureen, my dear, I don’t have the money to give you what I want, so I remembered the lessons I received from my grandma about sewing and embroidering, and I spent long nights making this present. I hope you enjoy it; I carefully selected the koalas so that they all had happy faces, and the embroidering are in our favorite colors.”

She went over to Maureen and kissed her. “Happy birthday, darling.”

Maureen was overwhelmed. She could only imagine how many hours had gone into the present, but she knew it had been many. She kissed Jenny back. “Darling, for me the monetary value is less important, but the work you have poured into this will always remind me how much you love me, and how much I love you.”

She stroked the bears and gave each one a kiss and then turned back to her presents. She selected the small one and when she opened it, there was a moment of silence. It was an absolutely beautiful bracelet set in white gold with blue and green opals and small rubies connecting the gems. She looked at the pendant she always wore (my first present), and the colors matched perfectly.

“Mom, thank you so much. As my pendant, it’ll stay with me always.”

Eileen went over and kissed her. “Happy birthday, daughter.”

She turned to the last box, which was difficult to open and heavier than it looked. When she opened it, we all looked at her; I had told them what the present was. She lifted it out of the box and looked at it: it was the coronet I had made for her for the ball in Germany. After a while she looked up with tears in her eyes.

“James, now I have my crown, thank you. Thank you very much...”

I started to tell her that it was a coronet, not a crown, but Jenny looked at me and stopped me. If she wanted to have a crown, who was I to start a long dissertation on the differences between crowns and coronets? If she was happy, what more could I want? I went over and carefully placed it on her head.

“Happy birthday, Countess de Winter.”

It circled her head, nestled in her luscious red-golden hair, and looked lovely on her; it was artisanship at its best. There were the nine tines showing that it was the coronet of a count, and the main tine had a beautiful opal glittering in blue and green, with red flashes when she turned her head. The other, minor tines had opals and black pearls, the pearls showing that it belonged to a senior count; the jeweler had mixed red and yellow gold so as with the opals, the color changed slightly at every move. The band showed our family motto, ‘Honor et fortitude’, and in the middle was a minute engraving of our family crest. I must admit it was beautiful, and looking at the others, I saw that they felt the same. A tear escaped her eye, and she hugged me.

“I never expected this, my love, but you always manage to surprise me with your love. All I want is that you never leave me and that you accept my love.”

She kissed me tenderly and then turned to the others. The tenderness vanished and a grin appeared.

“Well, my loyal subjects, where is your deference to your lord - I mean lady? Remember your status in this house and that I am a Countess ‘senior grade’ and expect the proper deference. I expect you to serve me with the respect I and my social status deserve, so don’t get me upset. You could get into big trouble, wenches.”

We stared at her, it was a weird picture, with her in a Giants football shirt and a coronet on her head.

“What are you staring at? I want a glass of champagne, and I want it now. You...” pointing at Jenny “ ... get it.”

Jenny smiled, shook her head, and turned to get her champagne.

“This is not the proper behavior, miss. You say ‘Yes, Milady, at once’, curtsy and get it. Do you understand this?”

Jenny’s smile turned into a grin, and she repeated, “Yes, Milady, a glass of champagne, at once, Milady!” She curtsied, a funny picture in its own, with her lifting the hem of her shirt and lowering her body, placed one foot slightly behind the other and bent her knees. I applauded and Eileen joined me.

Maureen glared at us. “At least one person in this room knows how to behave! Well done, Jenny! Now get the champagne!”

When she looked at her mother, I saw that trouble could start; Eileen would either not take it kindly or reply in a way that would cause troubles.

“My dear wife, since we are now using medieval social rules, may I remind you that you would be my property; everything you have would be mine and you could only do what I would approve? So, decide what you want: obedience with collateral consequences, or fun with us?”

She pouted. “James, you are a spoilsport! I just wanted to have a bit of fun. Jenny, you understood this, don’t you?”

Jenny came with the champagne, curtsied, and handed her the glass. “Yes, Milady. Of course, Milady. Just fun, Milady.”

Maureen took a sip, placed the glass on the table and hugged Jenny. “You’re my sister and I love you. I would never do anything that might hurt you. You know this!”

Jenny hugged her back, “I know this, Milady!”

We all started to laugh, and the potential tense moment had been resolved. She took the coronet off her head and looked at it with admiration. “James, this is wonderful, really wonderful. I see already the people in München when I enter the room on your arm. The Australian Countess!”

We all had more champagne and sat to discuss our future. We gave Jenny a summary of our discussions and what we had planned for her. She should stay for three to four months in her company to learn and to give back, then she would come into NT as Maureen’s executive assistant and once we moved to HQ, she would take over in Sydney. She protested since she did not want to stay on her own, away from us, but I told her it would be for a short time only and once we had found a replacement for her; she would come here as a director of administration or whatever fitted her best. And she would have an unlimited travel budget, so we would see her very often.

She still was not happy, but looking at me, conceded. “James, you know that I’ll do whatever you want, and I’ll do it willingly, but please don’t keep me away for a long time. I would prefer to be your secretary than a manager in Sydney!”

I got up and kissed her thoroughly. “Does this confirm what I feel about you? And we’re not happy about you are being away from us either, but if we want to take this path, sacrifices have to be made.”

Maureen was looking at her watch and reminded us about plans to have an extensive and expensive lunch in the best restaurant in town. I looked outside and it was still pouring.

“What do you want, my love? Dress up and dare the weather or stay at home, having a barbeque, or having food delivered. Eileen knows a good Chinese restaurant...”

She went through her decision process and looked at Eileen. “Barbeque we have to clean up afterwards; if we go out, our dresses will be wet, and our makeup washed away; so how is the Chinese delivery? I remember it was quite good when we used it occasionally.”

It was unanimous - Chinese it was. It took them twenty minutes to decide what to order, but the food was delicious. Eileen selected a white and a red wine to match the food and we had a very comfortable lunch. Afterwards Eileen sent us away.

“You asked for an afternoon of love and adoration from your subject; Jenny and I will provide the adoration, and I assume James the love. In any case, I want to stay with Jenny to discuss our plans and who knows, a bit of love might be included.”

Jenny blushed and looked at me; I nodded, and Eileen was not very happy.

“Do you have to ask James for approval for everything?”

Jenny was firm. “Eileen, I decide when I want to ask James for anything, and you know that I’ll do anything he wants. But that does not mean that I don’t have my own opinion and I’ll always state it, to James or to you.”

Eileen nodded, satisfied with the way she had defended herself. Eileen would be very surprised if she ever underestimated Jenny’s intelligence or forcefulness.

I took Maureen to our session of adoration and love, and she was content with her day. Later we were called to have tea, and the table was set again with traditional English finger food, toast, and jam. Eileen looked at Jenny in a different way; it seemed that they had made their peace and Jenny was fully accepted. There was a muscat liqueur to finish it off and Jenny handed me my glass on a silver platter. I took the glass and saw engraving on the platter, so I took it, too.

She was still standing before me, and I read the inscription.

“The Canberra University Management School offers this plate to Miss Mary Ann Parker for her outstanding work during the course, achieving first place among all students.”

I got up and embraced her. “Jenny, you are a very beautiful woman and now you prove what I always knew; you are one of the most intelligent people I was ever lucky to meet. You’re in my heart and there you’ll stay forever. Thank you, my love.”

She started to cry, mumbling that she did not want to disappoint me ever and all she did was to make me happy with her. I kissed her tears away and Maureen and Eileen joined us, embracing her. The moment was too sentimental for me and remembered my early school lessons and the books I had to read. The one that came to mind was Alexandre Dumas.

I stepped away and held out my hand, asking them to hold their hands over mine. They looked a bit confused, but suddenly Eileen’s eyes lit up. “All for one and one for all!”

Maureen whispered. “James, technically speaking, there were four! And the girl died!” but I told her not to bother about these little details.

Jenny was still not clear what had happened, and I promised her that I would give her the Dumas book The Three Musketeers. The afternoon turned into night, and we parted to our rooms, Maureen and I, and Eileen with Jenny, but not before long kisses were exchanged. I whispered to Jenny that she should and could do whatever she wanted, and if she said no to Eileen, it was a no, and that Eileen knew this. In any case she should relax.

She nodded but whispered back that she lived for me and not for another person, and after one more kiss she walked after Eileen to her room. Maureen regarded me. “What was this about?” I explained that I had confirmed to Jenny that she was her own person and that among us, everyone was free to decide how far she would go.

Maureen agreed. “You’re right. Mom can be a bit imposing, and you seem to be the only person she obeys, at least most of the time ... But you said that I could decide how far I could go and, my love, I can go as far as our bedroom and then you’ll have to care for me.”

Which I did and we had a perfect night together, a perfect mix of warmth, tease, beauty, playfulness, tenderness, and lots of love that I never wanted to end.

When I woke up the sun was out already, and it was a beautiful day. Maureen felt my movements, opened her eyes and a big smile appeared on her face.

“Good morning, my love. Yesterday was wonderful and our night together was even better. Let’s get up and make breakfast for the others; I am curious how the situation developed.”

Local rules were obeyed and after going through our bathroom we discovered that we were the first awake. The weather had improved dramatically, and Maureen had put on one of her little micro bikinis that almost covered her strategic spots, and it was a pleasure for me to touch her as often as I was close - which was a lot. Finally, she slapped my hand away (gently I must say) and told me that if I wanted breakfast, I had to behave; otherwise, we could go back to our bedroom and finish what I wanted to start. Breakfast was easy to prepare, at least for me. All I had to do was to set the table and get the champagne; it was nice to be in the house of a very rich woman who liked her wines. I had a long time to go before we were even close.

There was a small noise and I saw Jenny peeking into the kitchen and vanishing again. Then Eileen came in, wrapped in a little transparent robe still half asleep. She kissed us and took a glass of the bubby to wake up, and then Jenny appeared, also dressed in a little micro bikini. She was more audacious now: her bikini did not cover all the right places, just called attention to them. She kissed the ladies and came over to me.

“Good morning, my love. It is beautiful weather outside, and we can take some sun, please remember that I was in an office or classroom for two weeks!”

It was easy to follow local rules; all I had to do to push the cord aside a bit and her nipples were available for my caresses. When I stopped, she was breathing heavily, and Eileen was jealous.

“I’m here, too, you know, and my puppies need attention also. And I want to be marked also!”

She opened her robe and offered her breasts for my kisses, and as Jenny, she was breathing differently when I stopped. Maureen had watched this with amusement and called us to sit and eat. The waffles were great and the conversation droll. I observed Jenny; she took as well as she gave back, and Eileen looked at her with approval. I did not know what happened between them but was certain I would know soon.

After cleaning the table, we decided to spend some time at the pool and Eileen took off her robe, looking at the others.

“Why did you put on a bikini? He’ll take it off in any case, so I saved some time.”

Jenny looked at her. “Eileen, I put on this bikini because I like when he looks at me and gets excited; and I like it even more when he takes it off, because all kinds of things might happen. For me it is more fun this way.”

Maureen agreed, “Hear, hear!”

Eileen thought about this it. “I’ve learned my lesson, Jenny; thank you.”

It was hot and after I covered the chaise lounges with comfortable pillows and colorful towels, they came out. Eileen still naked and showing off her firm body, and the other two with their almost existing bikinis. It was a wonderfully exciting picture, one in her peak of beauty, the others growing into it.

It was getting hot again and when Eileen lay down, she called for me.

“James, dear, please put sunscreen on me. I don’t want to burn.”

She was on her stomach, and I massaged the cream into her back, slowly going down to her long legs and up again to her ass. When I touched her pussy for the first time, she asked to be turned around; I helped her and there she was, smiling at me, her firm breasts still pointing upwards, her nipples stiff, and her labia glittering with the first drops of arousal. I massaged her neck and shoulders carefully and spent time on her breasts (obviously to protect them from the rays of the sun), and as demanded, put two hickeys on her breasts. Then I went south until I arrived at her already crinkled outer lips, where her arousal drifted up into my nose. When I dropped some cream on her outer lips and started rubbing the thick liquid into her, she was ready to rock. Her clit came out and I twisted it between my fingers, and she came loud and heaving her body into my hand. She squirted her fluids up into the air and I managed to catch a few drops, which I tasted. It was pure Eileen, heavy, tangy, and sexy. She fell back and closed her eyes for a moment.

Maureen was next to ask for protection and it was easy to divest her of her two minuscule pieces of textile. I followed the treatment I had given her mother, and it was the same result - a happy, very satisfied woman smiling at me.

Now it was Jenny’s turn and she whispered, “As I said, James, I like it when you take my clothes off. Please do it again.” And I did, and she was as loud as Eileen, which surprised me. Where had the shy girl gone to? Well, they were satisfied, content and I was still horny. Wouldn’t you also having three beautiful women before you and making them come?

Maureen took pity with me and nodded to Jenny. “Darling, he is all yours, make him come.”

Jenny looked at her gratefully and knelt between my legs and the sunscreen was just an excuse as she bent down and started to stroke my penis gently. The slow moves became faster, and she swallowed my shaft deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the tip of the shaft and when she added the light touch on my balls, I warned her that I was ready. She took this as an incentive to take me in even deeper and the picture of her bobbing up and down on my penis, combined with the sensation of the shaft going in deep, was too much for me. I erupted into her mouth, jetting my seed into her throat. She tried to swallow all but did not manage it; a small amount of my white cream escaped her mouth and dripped on her chest. It was me this time who fell back on the lounge to recover. She looked at the proof of my excitement and started to wipe it off with her finger, but Maureen came over and took her part; even Eileen got up and helped her clean up. At the end, she grinned. “One for all and all for one” and laughed out loud. Maureen and Jenny followed her, and I had to smile at the happy picture of my women.

It was still me, however, who had to get up and open another bottle of bubbly.

We jumped into the pool and had a lot of fun, dumping each other, but principally touching whoever was in front; it almost got out of hand when Eileen caught my shaft between her legs and only Maureen’s spirited attempts to rescue me saved me from taking her right there. It would have been fun, and Eileen was glaring at her daughter, but she just swam away. The moment was gone, however, and we left the pool.

Eileen asked us to dress into something decent, as we would look at the house next to hers. We showered (no fooling allowed) and met back in the sitting room, the ladies in shorts and colorful tops, I in my Bermudas and a t-shirt. She took us to the house on her left; it was visibly abandoned. She had a key and let us in. It was a pretty house, not as big as Eileen’s, but nice, with a nice living room, a big master bedroom and two smaller guest rooms all en suite, and a big kitchen. We looked at Eileen: why were we here?

“My darlings, I told you of this house and that I had made a deposit on it. The owner of this house died over a year ago and there’re no heirs. I wondered what would happen if I made an offer? The price is ridiculously low since no maintenance has been done in a year, there is no pool, and the buyer would have to run a risk of eventual heirs appearing out of nowhere. I had long talks with him before he died and I do know that there’s nobody, and a few comments spread carefully around kept all potential buyers away. Since we decided that we’ll go to war and that you, Maureen, and James, will come here, you’ll need housing. I put a reserve on the house and if you agree I - or you - can purchase the house, get it refurbished, and we would take the wall down separating the houses. The apartment in Sydney would go to Jenny and her flat could serve as a general guest room. What do you think?” She looked proudly at us.

There was silence for a moment; the offer had come too suddenly. Her face fell. Did we not want this? I hurried to recover the silence.

“Eileen, this is a very splendid idea, and we thank you for the work you have spent on this. You’ll have to give us some time to change our life around a new job and city, and now a new house, too. As far as I’m concerned, I find this idea wonderful!” and looking at Maureen, I saw her nodding.

Jenny was confused; where would she fit in?

“Eileen, let us assume that we do this, but we have to think about Sydney. Please remember that we made love for the first time in our flat, and Jenny had spent an awful time of effort and work on her apartment. We are all attached to our homes but let us think how to handle this in the best way possible; in principle, we agree to purchase this house.”

Eileen was happy; she had what she wanted; what we would do in Sydney was not her problem. This showed the way she thought! I wonder how Maureen or Jenny would have formulated the offer, and certainly more considerate of the others! But this was Eileen, and we loved her anyhow, and sometimes anywhere.

We went back to her house and the lunch conversation was all about the house and the timing we would need to convert into reality our plans for the company and for us. Finally, we had to drive them to the airport: Maureen had to start early in her office and Jenny (as usual) wanted to be the first to arrive to start her new job as the Admin Manager, as promised. They did not like to depart but knew what was necessary. I had to stay to discuss what I should do in Sydney and how much money I had available to purchase the company we needed to start our expansion. Kisses were exchanged and they left.

When we were back at home, Eileen wanted to discuss Jenny with me.

“James, that girl surprises me every time I’m with her. She blossomed into a woman, beautiful, superbly intelligent, conscious of her worth and willing to defend it, and absolutely dedicated to you. How did you do this? I remember the first time she came here, scared to death of what would happen to her. Now she knows what she wants, and she’ll get whatever she wants. She can have any job in my company she wants; except mine of course, that’s yours. Do you know what I’ll do? I still have that week in Bali with a companion; I always thought I would do this with you, but perhaps it would be more fruitful to do it with Jenny. What do you think?”

I agreed. “Eileen, if we were to go, it would be wonderful and very exciting, but we know each other too well by now to learn new things about the other. If you were to go with Jenny, you would know her much better and could decide what you want to offer her. And it would be fun, too ... Remember, however, that you cannot tell her to go; you have to convince her!”

She laughed. “I don’t know who could stand up at the end, of the week, but it would be certainly interesting!”

The conversation slowly changed to Maureen and then to us. She opened up a bit more about her past, that she had taken medicines to survive her depression (even now she still had to take them) and I understood better some of her attitudes. At the end, she was getting tired.

“Darling, I want to go to bed, and with you.”

We finished the wine, and she led me to her bedroom. Our clothes vanished and I dedicated myself to make her happy and satisfied. Kissing up and down her body led her to a little orgasm and sliding into her wet and welcoming opening led to a big one. She was different that night; it was not wild sex, but serene lovemaking and when I had filled her up with my seeds, she was content. For me it was wonderful being able to caress her body, stroke her long legs, kiss her firm breasts, and see her content smiling.

“Darling, every time we make love, I’m so happy that we made it through our problems. I hope that when you finally move here, I’ll feel this much more often! And I still want your marks on my breasts! They will remind me of these days!”

I obediently followed her request and placed two spectacular hickeys on her breasts, and as a bonus, another one just above her pussy. She was satisfied.

“Darling, now I know that I’m yours, and you are mine!”

I thought to remind her that I was married to her daughter, but it was the wrong moment; she would see that herself rather soon, or Maureen would put her gently into her place. She offered her puppies for my kisses and after a long session of fondling and kissing, she came again, just a little bit. We said goodnight and fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up when the sun was coming up; it was early, and Eileen was still asleep. I looked at her face and there was a little smile in her face. Her eyes were closed, but when I moved away, her hand came up and pulled me back.