Chapter 53: A Tranquil Takeover

I changed seats and let her drive back to Sydney. She had put the hood down and with her funny little hat looked the perfect rich young society lady. We arrived home before Maureen, and Jenny immediately put everything away. She left, got flowers and fresh food, and I looked after the music. Then we waited.

Suddenly I felt Maureen arriving (the magic still worked!) and after a few minutes, she came through the door. I knew that Jenny was beautiful, but now ... now Maureen had entered the contest. Jenny was the classical beauty, Maureen the happy and joyful one. I could not decide who was more beautiful, but I started to wonder deep in my heart whether I could ever choose one over the other. I would work, however, so that this cruel choice would never appear!

I got up to welcome her home, but she just ran forward and jumped into my arms. “My love, I missed you! Do you still love me? Did this hussy take you away from me? Tell me everything!”

I could not follow her order because she was glued to my lips, her arms were around my neck and her legs around my hips. She was easy to carry, and I took her to the living room and sat down, with her on my lap. She would not let go, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Jenny looking at us, half happy because we were together again, half sad because she knew that now Maureen was back to be the center of our life.

Maureen must have felt that because she turned around and called Jenny. “Darling, I missed you, too. Come here and give me a kiss - I will not leave James’ lap for one moment!”

Jenny came and embraced us both. She kissed Maureen and then took a step back, but Maureen called her back. “I want a decent kiss, not a peck on my cheek, my dear!” and now the kiss was serious, on the lips and all. Did I see a little tongue coming out? When they parted, Maureen did not let her go but pushed her to me.

“I want to see another serious kiss; after all, you had enough time to practice!”

It was a funny image - Maureen on my lap looking at us approvingly and Jenny embracing us, kissing me deeply. Did I already say that I was living in Paradise?

After the first emotion had calmed down, Maureen got up to change and drew Jenny with her.

“James, get a book or do something; I’ll need some time with Jenny.”

I got that book on economics that I was never able to finish; the subject was interesting, but the French author was convoluted, trying in an absurd bid to mix the laws of economics with French state-oriented philosophy. The French economists loved it, but others thought it was complete nonsense. I decided I had enough; perhaps the university might like a donation of this book with some others I had read, and which had not impressed me very strongly, either. Perhaps with a warning - ‘Not to be handed to young, impressionable students!’

I was on my second drink and the second Mozart violin concerto when they came back. It was a pleasant sight - Maureen with her standard long transparent gown with her breasts exposed, and Jenny with her pullover with the big holes.

Maureen grinned. “James, my dear, I know everything. Every single item! So, when will we be going there?”

I protested, since I needed first to recover first from the abuse I had received from this young woman, and then I had to think about our trip to Germany in two weeks’ time. But I promised that we would do it soon and then decided to challenge them.

“If you manage to take over NSW Trucks without problems and integrate it into NT within six months, I’ll pay a week for the three of us.”

Maureen looked at Jenny and licked her lips.

“Jenny dear let’s do it faster...” Jenny nodded. “If we do it in three months’ time, is there a bonus?”

I agreed but warned, “If you don’t do it well and within the time limit you just stipulated, all bets are off, and I shall look for another woman to go there with me.”

Maureen laughed, but Jenny’s eyes were sad. “James, could you really do this? You promised never to leave me!” I perceived that she was still not completely assured of her position in our group.

I went over and hugged her. “I apologize, my love, the joke was not appropriate. Obviously, I will never leave you, but ... if you don’t do what you promised within the three months, the spa is off the books. Take this as a lesson - never promise anything that you have not thought through!”

She sniffled trying to reverse her remark, but this time I needed to teach a lesson; I would do anything for them, but they had to think before they spoke. Maureen glanced at her.

“Dear, you don’t know James yet? Don’t play these games with him.”

Jenny took a deep breath. “Well, then you’ll probably not see a lot of me over the next three months. I will deliver, James, what I bet, and I expect a very long weekend with Maureen, you, and me in the spa. OK?”

I nodded. “Bet accepted.”

Now Maureen looked at me. “James, be careful - she’ll work eighteen hours a day and there’ll be no time for you or me, so think once more.”

This gave me no chance to back off and the bet was sealed.

Jenny offered to prepare dinner so that Maureen and I could have some time for ourselves. We sat and she leaned into me with her head on my chest, and I put my arm around her shoulder.

“My love, Brisbane was fine, and NT accepted your plan. Simon has the financing set up, and everyone is eager to go. We’ll have to work fast to integrate NSW Trucks and I have my plans for this; perhaps we can sit together tomorrow morning and agree on it. Mom is better; we went to the doctor, and she got new medication, and she was less tense at the end. She misses you and sends kisses, embraces, and the love of her puppies.”

Maureen smiled as she went back to the last days with her mother. “It was funny - there we were sitting discussing business and all the time your name would pop up - what would James do, how would he handle this, what would he say. And in the middle of this, she would jump to a memory of how you had kissed her the first time or laughing about our first morning at the pool. And New Year’s Eve! It was difficult to bring her back to business, but we agreed on everything - our plan is a go!”

She stopped, hugged me, gave me a long and caring kiss, and then regarded me with love.

“May I talk about ourselves for a moment? I missed you, James, I missed you so much. It was strange to be on my own and not having you close to me at night. I definitively don’t want to sleep anymore alone in my bed!”

There was a comment from the door. “Hear, hear. Ten minutes, darlings.”

She lifted her face to be kissed and the ten minutes passed rapidly; when Jenny called us, we had to take a deep breath to come back to the real world. I pulled her up and used the opportunity to brush my lips over her breasts.

“I don’t want to be alone either, my love.”

I wondered for a moment about my comment - saying to Maureen that I didn’t want to be alone anymore after having had Jenny with me all the time? Did this make sense? Perhaps the only meaning was that I did not want to be alone anymore with just one - I wanted both with me all the time.

Dinner was easy and Jenny made no apologies. “Maureen, we had every night outstanding food and good wines and I’m certain that you and Eileen did not have bread and water. I prepared cheeses, toast, tea, and that is it. Have fun!”

They were excellent cheeses, but there was more attention on the conversation than on food. Maureen filled in some details of her discussions in Brisbane, and I saw Jenny using her computer in her head - how could she fulfill the promise in three months?

Suddenly she asked, “I don’t have to do it on my own, do I? I’ll have your help, yes?”

We assured her that we all would work eighteen hours every day if she did it. She had made the bet, but we three had to complete it. After all, she would not go on her own to the spa...

I helped clean the table and we retired to the bedroom. Jenny glanced at Maureen. “My love, it’s your night. I will just help James to get you ready.”

Maureen laughed happily. “Getting me ready? I’ve been ready for the last three days!”

Now we all laughed, and I turned to Maureen, hugging her. “My love, I have missed you!” and kissed her forehead.

She clung to me, rubbing her head against my chest. “Darling, I want you to take my gown off, I don’t want to do anything - only to be loved.”

I picked her up and her gown slipped over her shoulders, falling to the floor. I laid her on the bed and looked at her - a wonderful, beautiful woman, and all mine.

I lay beside her. “Darling, you have been away such a long time, that I’ve to be reacquainted with every inch of your body!”

I kissed her wavy red hair and then slowly worked my way down to her toes - passing her lips, her shoulders, her neck, her breasts, where I remained for a while on her puffy pink nipples. She moaned approvingly, playing with my hair while I sucked gently and kneaded her firm globes, progressing to digging into her navel (which she said tickled her) and passing on the outside of her hips went down all the way to her little toes. She protested, so one hand moved back up, doing some advance scouting for my tongue, and I began to stroke the moist lips of her pussy.

I slowly made my way back, this time on the inside until I arrived at the junction of her long, firm legs. It was completely shaved and smooth and she opened herself to me. I kissed her little half shell, probing with my tongue to enter her outer lips. She didn’t open as much as Jenny, and her thick, fat lips of her outer labia pressed in, leaving a moist crevice which her inner lips filled. Those inner lips flowed up smoothly, forming a hood for her by now very aroused clitoris, and when I bit it gently, she confirmed that she was ready. She pushed my head deep into her pussy and wailed her excitement. When I gently licked up and down and then sucked her clit, she groaned, and when I did it again, her groan became a moan of delight. One more deep kiss inside her and she came loudly, squirting her fluids onto my face and into my mouth. It was a light and fresh taste, totally hers and each time she offered it to me, I was more addicted. I forced my tongue as deep into her as I could ... probing, tasting, teasing, caressing ... all accompanied by a growing symphony of excited breathing, sharp pants, and passionate moans. It was my pleasure to clean her pussy and her thighs and when she finally relaxed, she smiled at me.

“That, my love, was the starter. Now I want the main dish!” She spread her legs wide and pulled me up. “Now, my love, make love to me.”

I entered her easily and her face showed her feelings as I guided the head of my shaft into her, feeling her inner lips close around my penis and when she released them, I pressed gently, and her pussy yielded easily, sliding smoothly around me until I hit bottom. She grinned.

“I told you I don’t want to do anything, so it’s your turn to take me and satisfy me.”

Her grin vanished. “Darling, that doesn’t sound right. Please love me as only you can do, both emotionally and physically. I want you to fill me up, to take me over the hill, and to let me know that I’m yours in every way.”

She closed her eyes and I started to move, slowly at first. Suddenly she reached over to Jenny, who was watching us. “Darling, hold my hand. This is not only for me, but it’s also for us.”

Jenny nodded and bent over to kiss her and then started to fondle her breasts, adding an occasional kiss to her stiff nipples. I blew her a kiss, thankful that she participated and did not feel abandoned, and then focused on Maureen.

Despite Maureen’s surrender, I continued to go easy on her, starting with a slow, gentle rhythm that didn’t go too deep. Her legs came up, giving me better access, which I took as a further invitation, starting to go deeper and harder. As I did, she pulled me closer with her legs and wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders, kissing me passionately and I was happy to return the sentiment.

I could see in her eyes that she definitely enjoyed herself, and I thought that perhaps a different position would be even more pleasurable for her. Hooking her right leg with my arm, and lifting it onto my shoulder, I changed my angle, causing her to become a bit more vocal. A few more delighted moans wafted around the room. Somehow, I turned her around and she was now on her stomach, arching her back and supporting herself on her elbows. She finally collapsed, trying desperately to catch her breath.

I still covered her with my body and when I started to move away, she protested. “Stay, darling. I want to feel you over me, holding me, protecting me.”

It was a wonderful feeling to hold her tight, but I was still needing my part. I slipped out, turned her around and eased back in again. I allowed myself to be selfish and started to push my shaft in and out, slowly at first, but then ended up thrusting into her vigorously. First, she moaned softly, then a bit louder, and then louder still. By the time I was ready to come, her eyes were open, and she had become an active participant. I reached heaven and jetted all I had deep into her, she received me with her eyes closed, but her arms tight around my neck. She pushed up once more and then she came crying my name. Now we were together again.

This time she agreed when I moved to her side, turning her on her side, looking at me. She was happy and her smile was loving.

“My love, that was wonderful and I’m happy that you finally let go. It is nice to be looked after all the time, but you’ve your rights also, to get what your body needs. Am I right, Jenny?”

Jenny had been beside Maureen, holding her hand. Now she came up and looked at us. She nodded.

“James, you’re a wonderful husband, looking after us, always putting us first and even when you want to take us, you’re always so considerate. Please put this into your mind - occasionally we want to be taken by our man, we want to feel that he is possessing us and that he’s the man who we want to feel in us, taking us to levels we would not normally go.”

She looked first at me and then at Maureen. She seemed to know what Jenny was going to say and nodded emphatically.

“James, let me take me as an example - I don’t want to be taken in my ass every week, but the occasional episode does me a world of good, and I’m certain that you enjoy it tremendously. So don’t worry - even if I have to sit down carefully occasionally, I do enjoy it. And one word more - every time you take us, we know that you love us and that we’ll always be the center point of your life. Am I right, Maureen?”

Maureen nodded once more. “James, she’s absolutely right. Sex is not everything, but it’s an important part of our life. So, enjoy us since we definitively enjoy you!”

Jenny looked down. “Maureen, you are leaking! Let me clean you up!”

She moved down and wiped the white cream off Maureen’s pussy and licked her finger.

“Maureen, I know that you taste good, but when James adds his part, the taste is even better!”

Then she came to my side. “Let me see how George fared. The poor guy had to work hard the last days - and nights. Hi, George!”

She lifted the limp penis and looked at it.

“He’s still barely alive. Let’s see whether I can get him back to active status, but first, he has to be clean.” She lifted my shaft to her mouth and licked it carefully until all traces of my visit to Maureen had vanished. She was disappointed, however.

“James, he doesn’t want to cooperate. Can you do anything about this? Here’s a beautiful young woman kissing your shaft and there is no reaction! Are you getting old?”

Maureen laughed. “Jenny, dear, I can assure you that James is not old; at least not yet. He might be tired and exhausted, but old - no. How can you even ask this? Was he old the last days at the spa?”

Jenny blushed. “No, he was wonderful and ready at any moment I wanted to have him.”

Maureen smiled. “You see, you’re using the wrong terms, my dear.” Jenny sighed, gave George a few more kisses, but even trying half-heartily, George wanted to rest.

Jenny came back to my side again and kissed me. “Well, darling. Under these circumstances, I wish you a good night.” Then she smiled also. “My love, you know that I was just teasing you. I still feel the consequences of our last night together and I’m very happy, but, as you told me months ago, teasing is an art form and this family tries ... no, succeeds in it.”

Maureen whispered, just loud enough that Jenny could hear it. “James, what have we done to wake up this woman? Remember when she was the little girl needing love and doing everything to please us? And now? Did you realize she doesn’t say ‘Í’ or ‘me’ anymore, it’s ‘we’ and ‘us’! She takes us for granted!”

Jenny sat up. “Maureen, how can you say this? I don’t take you for granted; I love you and I still will do anything to please you! Don’t you understand this?”

Maureen grinned. “What is good for the goose etc. etc ... Didn’t you just tease James? This was payback. I do defend my husband! And by the way, we do love you.”

Jenny took a deep breath. “Maureen, I know this, but at the very end I’m still not completely sure about you and myself, and where I do stand. Please forgive me; I had many years alone and with no one to protect me and there are still residuals of that feeling in my head. In my heart, I know where I am - beside you, James, and you, and in your arms.”

Now we all were silent for a moment and then Maureen held out her arms. “Come, darling, let me, no us kiss you. Remember what we said a long time ago - we are one? This still holds for today, and it will hold forever.”

Jenny leaned over me and kissed Maureen. Then she came to my lips, looking at me, with love deep in her eyes. Finally, she relaxed and lay back on my side, with her arm on my chest. Maureen made the same move on the other side, and they held hands.

I lifted their heads and placed my arms beneath them, holding them also. Then Jenny whispered, “Goodnight...” and closed her eyes. Maureen grinned and whistled softly, Jenny opened her eyes and realizing the reminder, she leaned over to me and offered her breasts for my obligatory kisses, and fell back, smiling happily. Maureen repeated her gesture and also closed her eyes. The night was quiet, and we fell asleep, content in the fullness of our love.

The next morning, I realized that Jenny wanted to get up, as there was a soft nipple on my lips, wanting to be kissed, and she whispered, “Darling, I need to get up to prepare breakfast, but as I was reminded last night rather forcefully that local rules still apply, I’m doing my duty - and enjoying it. You don’t have to hurry, dear!”

I took my time and when she got up, the nipples were standing up proudly and we were both smiling. A move beside me advised that Maureen had woken up, too, and leaning over, repeated Jenny’s offer. Her nipples were different, firm, big, and puffy, and I enjoyed them as well.

Unfortunately, we had to get up and prepare for the day; there was no free lunch anymore. We went to our office to prepare for the afternoon meeting with our staff. I looked out to our loading area - it was already filled with trucks and people were loading or taking cargo off. It was a good sign for a Monday morning, and it added to my confidence that we were on the right path. We had a working lunch and at five o’clock Maureen called the people.

“Gents, you have worked well the previous months and we have gone from a little trucking company to become a serious competitor. This was not only management - meaning me...” and all laughed.

Somebody shouted, “You did well, Maureen!” and all applauded the Australian bluntness.

Maureen smiled and curtsied. “Thank you, folks, but we did this together, and I thank you for it.” More applause.

“This is not enough anymore, however, since if we stand still, we’ll die. You probably have heard that we made an offer for NSW Trucks and that it has been accepted. This offers new challenges for us all, and I ask you to cooperate as well as you’ve been doing all these months. They have a much larger area than we have and we’re thinking to relocate our cargo station to their place. That’s not far away from here and there’ll be no major problems for you to change your working place. If anybody sees any problem, please contact me or Miss Parker, who you all know. She’ll not be here all the time, since we agreed with Mr. Simpson that she would stay with him for the next three months at least twice a week to understand better their operations.”

They were listening attentively.

“We’ll have a major challenge there. Their culture is different, their working rules are different, their management has been relaxed, and I’m polite. We’ll have to change all this to bring them up to our speed, and I count on you to help me. There’ll be a similar meeting with them tomorrow afternoon, and I’d appreciate it, if possible, all of you would come with me. There’ll be questions and answers, but they’ll trust more the opinion of a fellow trucker than a woman’s voice - unfortunately, I must say.”

There were more shouts. “We trust you, Maureen!”... “We’ll come with you, lady!”

Maureen laughed with them, satisfied with their support.

“I need some ideas from you on how to integrate them into our group - a barbeque perhaps to start? Remember our no-alcohol policy - they might not like this, but this is our rule, and they better follow it. They’ll have to earn our trust, as we must earn theirs. We’ve been successful because we have been working together, you and I, and I hope they’ll join us.”

Our people were well cared for, and they knew it; they promised they would come to the next day’s meeting at NSW Trucks. Maureen gave them the afternoon off as long as they finished the day’s job by two o’ clock. There was some moaning, but it was well-meaning.

At night Eileen called and told us that she could not come, so Maureen had to manage it on her own. She nodded - she knew that she could handle it.

The next day was the big event. Maureen was dressed up as the CEO of the Sydney Branch - white blouse, black narrow skirt reaching to her knees, and discrete jewelry, but certainly including her opal pendant. Jenny was similarly dressed up and the difference was the blue skirt. Both looked stunning. I would be standing in the background to be back up to my ladies, so it was the usual - dark blue suit (would I ever lose that habit?), white shirt, Hermès tie. The driver was waiting for us; we didn’t want any chance of getting into a traffic mishap.