A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened. Maureen had crossed another limit and it seemed that she had not enjoyed it. I wondered whether she would be more careful, if a situation like this ever happened again.

  I also wondered about Eileen; her moods swings were occasionally rather disturbing. After refreshing myself and throwing on a t-shirt and some shorts, I went to the dining room. A strange picture waited for me the table was set with candles, wine was in the cooler, and the two ladies were waiting for me. Maureen was dressed in a French maid's uniform that fortunately did not cover a lot. Her hair was undone and fell over her shoulders in long lustrous curls and she had put on a light makeup, emphasizing her huge and sparkling eyes. She was smiling, looking down where her nipples peaked out of the bustier -- and it seemed she had put some dark red makeup on them, too -- and the skirt was long enough to hide part of her pussy, but not all. Her outer lips were already moistened and when she moved around, I could sense a musk smell in the air.

  Eileen, however, was almost formally dressed. She had a long black skirt that followed closely her hips, a white blouse that was rather transparent, and a little bolero jacket that uncovered her breasts when she moved. She had her hair done up, wore shiny earrings and her lips were fiery red and also smiling.

  When I moved closer, Eileen said: "I decided to have a formal dinner, my darling. The Maid will serve and be available for whatever we want from her."

  When I helped her into her seat, the jacked opened wide and her glorious full breasts were clearly visible with her big areolae pushing the blouse outwards, and the buds were already hard.

  I sat and asked where did she get all these dresses? Eileen responded that she and her former husband had played a lot of sexual games, and he had always provided the most astonishing dresses. She had never thrown them away, and to her great pleasure, she could return to her fantasies.

  "I assume that men are always interested in sexual fantasies, am I not right? Here is one for you: the classy lady and the naughty maid. Who do want to have first?"

  "Eileen, can we resolve this once and for all because I'm getting tired of this? I'm not in a sexual fantasy -- I'm in the presence of two beautiful women who have dressed up in an exciting way. Can I enjoy this, please, without immediately thinking about how to possess them? I enjoy your company and would be greatly pleased if we could have our dinner as planned."

  She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, James. It'll not happen again." Then she smiled and looked at Maureen: "My dear, could you please serve the food and the drink?"

  Maureen curtsied and brought out two plates with oysters on ice and then smoked salmon, toast and a bottle of ice cold Belvedere vodka. She whispered that she hoped that I remembered what this meant. I whispered back that only Grey Goose worked with me and her, and she came back saying that this was not for her, but for Eileen. Her mother saw us whispering and wanted to know what happened.

  "Eileen, Maureen must have told you what we had for dinner one night at my flat, and what developed from there. Are there any second intentions for this night?"

  She smiled and said that I had taken Maureen in all possible positions and according to her tales, I did know what I was doing. If I agreed, she wanted to experiment the same sensations and give herself to me completely. She battered her eyes at me and said: "Please? Pretty please? ¨She put her breasts forwards. ¨Please cross my heart and hope to live with me for a long, long time! Please?"

  I did not know at first what to say, but as they gazed at me, I thought I had found the right answer that did not hurt anyone.

  "Eileen, I didn't take Maureen in all possible positions, I made love to her, to her body and to her soul. We bonded in a way I cannot describe. I doubt, however, that the same thing will happen if we carefully plan and execute a repeat action. It has to come from within, from trust in the other. Taking your ass is not as simple as just pushing inside and having you swoon with pleasure. That may be what porn movies show, but it doesn't work that way in real life. For me, anal sex is something that comes after a lot of trust has built up. The lady has to learn how to relax and receive pleasure from that part of her body. Finally, you are sharing a very personal, private part of yourself, so you need to completely trust me. Only if all those ingredients come together, it can be pretty amazing."

  "James, there is no person in this world, who I trust more than I do you. I've given you my body and my heart, and as much of my soul as you'll accept. Whatever you do with me, I'm deliriously happy and willing to give. I can only ask once more: Please? Pretty please?"

  I looked at her and then at Maureen. She smiled lightly and nodded.

  "Go ahead, James. Enjoy her!"

  "Can I have dinner first?"

  Everyone burst out laughing, breaking the tense atmosphere. We had our oysters and the salmon, and at the end of the dinner more than half of the vodka was gone. The conversation was always at the edge of falling off common decency, and Maureen blushed most of the time about the remarks Eileen and I exchanged about her, what we had done and what Eileen expected to happen still tonight. She really received her Sexual Development Class 101 at this night.

  Then Eileen got up and said that we could withdraw to her bedroom. Maureen curtsied and asked for permission to clean everything up, but Eileen was decisive that she was needed in the bedroom, too, to attend me and her. She blushed again but followed us.

  Eileen bedroom was much bigger than Maureen's, with a big bed dominating the room. Colors were light -- blue, pink, a bit of beige -- and pictures on the wall showed what appeared to be drawings form a Thai temple. When I looked closer, even I was tempted to blush: there were rather diverse sexual acts being performed and Eileen said that she had never gotten around changing these pictures after her husband died. She probably didn't even see them anymore, but if I didn't like them, she would change them next week. The bed was already made and candles were lit; there was also the smell of light incense in the air.

  She called Maureen and asked her to undress her; when I wanted to help, she refused -- that was a maid's work!

  Maureen did this slowly and with great attention to her body: she did not simply take the jacket off, but slowly moved it away from the chest, using each move to emphasize her lovely breasts. Then she opened the skirt and let it slide down Eileen's legs - there was only a tiny little g-string left that tried to cover her pussy lips, but without success; these lips were already moist, and the smell of arousal was getting stronger. Then she took off the blouse, sliding it back to expose the breasts and the pointed nipples, and gently took it away. Finally, she knelt and pushed the panties down, inch by inch, and when the pussy was completely visible, she touched it with her lips. Eileen moaned and pointed to me: "Do your wicked deed, Sir!"

  I jumped because I had been staring at this spectacle without blinking, as it was so arousing that I needed all my concentration to start thinking again.

  "First we have to get you into the right mood, my darling."

  I took a big towel and put it on the bed. Then I picked her up; she was a bit heavier than Maureen, but a pleasure to hold, and laid her on the towel, with her face looking down.

  "Maureen, give me a massage oil, please."

  Eileen looked back at me and said that she did not want a massage, she wanted something much more intimate, and I knew where.

  "Have patience, little grasshopper." and Maureen burst out laughing.

  "Mom, you better be prepared to do what he says -- he did the same thing to me, but I got even."

  I warmed up the oil rubbing my hands and centered them in the middle of her back, and started to massage the lavender tasting oil into her body. First her shoulders, then her column and finally her ass cheeks; she enjoyed this visibly and arching her hips upwards when I was arriving at her ass. She opened her legs to give me better access and I pushed my fingers into her split.

  When I touched her pussy, she moaned, and when I touched her puckered hole, she groaned. She whispered t
o please take her, she wanted to be mine, for me to have everything of her, but please do it now! My penis was rock hard by now and wanted its release also, so I put it at the entrance of her pussy and pushed forward. She pushed back and I slid easily into her. She was already very excited and when I touched her clitoris, she came immediately, yelling my name. She took me with her, and I could not help but filled her up with my seeds. We both needed a moment to recover and then she looked back and said that this was not what she had been waiting for -- it was wonderful and she was happy that I had come in her, but could I please get on with my business?

  I took more of the massage oil and mover my fingers to her anus. Stroking it gently she started to move again, pushing her hips into my hand and my fingers into her little brown hole. It met resistance at first, but then my finger slipped past the first ring. I reminded her to relax; this was possible only if she willed herself to accept my shaft in her very tight hole. She made a visible effort to calm down and my second finger slipped into her. I moved it gently around, watching for any sign of pain or discomfort, but all I saw was her focus on getting her hole wider to accept my penis.

  "Please take me now, James; I cannot stand it anymore. Please take me -- I give you my last opening to fill and to make me yours!"

  I took out my fingers and placed my shaft at her entrance and pushed slowly ahead. There was a slight resistance and then I popped through. I went all the way until there was no more to go. I was as deep in her ass as possible and she enjoyed it violently, yelling, arching her hips trying to get more of me into her, and suddenly she exploded. She shuddered, mumbled some words I could not understand and fell back onto the bed. I followed her down, still connected to her and not willing to let her slip away. She started to cry.

  "Please, James, hold me fast. Never let me go!"

  When we recovered slowly, she realized that I was still hard inside her and smiled. "James, what a wonderful surprise -- you're the man of every woman's dreams! Can we do this again?"

  She wriggled her hips and I wriggled back. She lifted her hips and again offered her ass to me, opening her cheeks with her hands. "Please do me again, but faster and longer!"

  And I did her, faster and longer. I started to pound into her, and she wailed all the time until I lost my control and exploded in her. I felt my seeds spurting out and at every spurt, I felt her tremble in her long-outdrawn orgasm. At the end, we fell back onto the bed, both exhausted.

  I looked at Maureen and she was sitting at the end of the bed, watching us. I called her to me and took her in my arms. "You are my heart and soul -- never forget this!"

  She smiled a bit dubiously; after all, she had just seen me making love repeatedly to her mother and I was still embedded in Eileen's ass. I kissed her eyes and lips and asked her who would be my wife? Her smile became stronger and she said loudly: "I'm your wife!"

  Eileen started to move and slowly I slipped out. She protested and tried to pull me back, but my shaft had spent all his force and wanted to recover. She turned around and took me in her arms, holding me with all force she still had.

  "Thank you, James. If you had any doubts that I'm yours, I hope that they're gone now. There is no greater proof of the trust a woman can give to a man that giving him everything -- and you have my all. And thank you, Maureen, that you let me have this moment. I know my place; I'm not his soul mate that you are, but I've the love of a man for a woman he knows is his. I'm happy with this and will do anything I can do to never destroy this or make you uncomfortable or even worse, unhappy."

  She embraced us again and now both were crying. As everyone knows, Germans do not cry, but I have to admit that there was some humidity in my eyes, too. I had to break up this sentimental goo and decided to go back to the game.

  "Eileen, I would like to suggest that you look for another maid. Up to now she has nothing except sitting there, watching us making love, and showed no initiative at all to start doing her duty. If I may say so, you do need help as there are quite a lot of fluids leaving your lower body which should be cleaned up. And I need some cleaning up, too -- if she doesn't do this, it will be up to you, my dear!"

  Maureen jumped up and apologized for her laziness. She bent down to investigate the fluids and said that she needed a more detailed investigation to decide what material would be necessary, and slowly wiped Eileen's pussy with her finger. Then she took the finger into her mouth and licked it clean.

  "Quite interesting, but I still do not know what it is. Let me try once more."

  And she bent down further and licked some of the creamy liquid of her mother's pussy.

  "There is more than I thought. I'll have to quantify the amount..." and pushed her tongue through Eileen's outer lips into her flowing interior. She sucked the mound into her mouth and seemed to have hit Eileen's clitoris with her tongue because her mother suddenly moaned and trembled.

  "Oh!" she exclaimed. Taking the hint, Maureen focused on this spot, hearing Eileen thrash and moan. "Yes! " Eileen yelled. "Don't stop!"

  She arched her hips, and I could see her breasts tighten and heave into the air. Eileen grabbed her shoulders and wailed as the spasms overtook her. Finally, she relaxed and threw her arm over her eyes.

  "Satisfied, Sir, with my initiative? Anything else you want me to do?"

  She slowly took her little apron off and jumped into my arms. The sentiment of having her tight body so close to me and her head on my shoulders, almost made me lose my control -- remember, Germans do not cry. I kissed her and remarked that they were still cleaning jobs to do, so she took a washcloth that was conveniently close to the bed and had her squeaky clean in a moment. Eileen did not move at all; she seemed to be in another world. Her eyes were closed and she breathed heavily.

  We lay down beside her, I on her left and Maureen on her right. I put my arms around her and placed my hand on her breast; Maureen did the same from the other side. I got up once more hearing the mumbled protests of the two ladies and kissed the tips of each breast; after all, rules are rules! Then I fell asleep also.

  The next morning I woke up in a strange bed. Two smiling heads were watching me: "Hello, sleepy head! Finally awake? We did all the work yesterday and you are still sleepy? Is George also asleep?"

  Eileen slipped the blanket off our bodies and discovered my penis half dormant. "Maureen, my dear, this is a golden opportunity to check our capacities to get our master willing to fly. Follow my lead!"

  She took my soft shaft in her hands and kissed the tip. Then she handed it over to Maureen, who also bent down and took it into her mouth to tongue the tip and suck a bit. Then it became an attack from both sides -- kissing and stroking and sucking it deep into one mouth and then handing it over to the other, already waiting mouth, and it did not take me long to give up my resistance and give in to my urges. My body convulsed and my shaft exploded, spurting all my seeds into a waiting mouth.

  Maureen accepted it smiling and bent it over for Eileen also to receive some fluid. I relaxed and they looked at each other grinning widely.

  "We can get him up and going pretty fast, don't we? We are smart ladies -- and it helps that we love him."

  Then they kissed each other, and I saw some whitish cream being exchanged. Then they looked at me and bent down and offered their lips to kiss; I took first Maureen in my arms and kissed her deeply, then repeated it with Eileen. It was sensual and showing trust; both laughed and rubbed their bodies against mine.

  "We'll definitively keep him, Mom. Just remember that you have to be nice to me: if not, I'll lock my bedroom and you'll have to sleep alone!"

  I wondered what that statement meant: would she close her bedroom door when we three were together, or when they were alone without me? I would have to investigate this -- Maureen was showing more sides of her personality than I had imagined.

  We got up after the customary kisses and had a wonderful breakfast. Maureen made waffles and we stuffed ourselves. The sun was covered by cumulus clouds, and we discussed whethe
r to stay at the pool or inside; at the end, the pool won. They asked for their massage and got it with great devotion from my side, and I received my special treatment from Maureen to compensate for my efforts. We jumped into the pool and had some fun -- what can be more pleasant than to be in a pool with two beautiful naked women, both eager to play and please me?

  When it started to rain, we moved inside and had tea. Maureen looked at the Scrabble board still on the table and asked me whether I had played before. I confirmed this, adding that I had been the second runner up to the New York inter-company Scrabble championship last year.

  "Do you say that we never had a chance and you manipulated us as you wanted?"

  "Unfortunately for you, yes. You never asked me, only assumed that you could beat me on your own or even playing together. Perhaps that is a lesson for the future -- never assume something that you can clear up with a simple question."

  They looked at me and both jumped on me. It was wonderful to defend myself: touching a breast, handling an ass cheek, stealing a kiss, stroking a pussy, and at the end, we ended up in our arms, laughing and being happy.

  Eileen was the first to disengage. She sat back and said that she wanted to explain her recent behavior.

  "James and Maureen, we have talked about this before, but I want once more to explain how I became this way and what I expect from you -- and from us."

  She stopped for a moment, trying to organize her thoughts.

  "You've felt and even commented upon my aggressive behavior the last days. Let me explain why I did this. I was in love with Brad since he took me at a very early age. He trained me to be the woman he wanted: sexually very active, always following his leads, and available for whatever he wanted at every moment. Don't misunderstand me; he was a good man, but he was the alpha male and I had to be submissive. Slowly, this formed my character and my behavior. I had to be prepared to bend over at any moment he wanted to take me, and that was quite often. I was his pleasure toy and he used me. We tried to hide this from you, Maureen, but you must have seen this. I could not initiate anything, and any subject outside of this house about sex was not encouraged. Once more, he cared for me and protected me, but I never grew up."