by Opal Cole
She was already in the kitchen taking two veal steaks off a saucepan. I could only repeat that she was a beautiful woman; now dressed in a long and slinky gown, modestly closed at the front, but when she turned around with almost no back at all. She did not have to show her breasts: the silk was so thin that her areolae and nipples were clearly visible.
A nice opening hand for our game of poker to follow.
She had set the table with candles and a bottle of red wine; she said that for this dish a Pinot Noir was perfect. We sat down and as always, she had prepared the food marvelously well. A perfect match with the wine and when I toasted her to thank for this gift, I said: "To Eileen, a perfect meal and a perfect woman."
I had put my bid on the table to see what she would do.
"I could agree that it was a perfect meal, but I'm not courageous enough to accept the perfect woman. James, I want to talk to you about what happened and what I want for me, for Maureen and for you. I was in Paradise for a while and slipped into pure hell, and now I am in limbo. Where can I go? I know what I want, but it depends on you and on Maureen. I have made my peace with Maureen and she's happy to accept whatever we'll agree tonight."
I smiled and said that first we should clear the table, and thanking her once more for the wonderful meal, we retired to the sitting room. I set down on the couch and she opposite to me on a lazy chair.
"Eileen, when we talked before you were always much closer to me. Do you need to be distant for this conversation? Come and sit here beside me!"
She got up immediately, obviously waiting for the invitation, and sat down beside me; close, but still keeping her distance. I thought for a moment and decided that I had to make the first steps because she was frightened to do something wrong. I adjusted myself on the couch and lifted my leg to give her some support and then turned her around so that she was leaning against my knee, looking at me. She was smiling hopefully, and I gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Now we can talk."
She nestled herself into a comfortable position and took a deep breath.
"James, I'm not here to apologize -- well, this, too -- but first to explain what I think and then to hear what you want to do with me. I'll accept whatever your decision will be."
She took a deep breath and watched me intently.
"Remember that when you called me about my abuse of your colleague, I told you that I didn't understand your point, and that I thought it was normal that I used my position to get the best for my company. If the other part was not able to control himself, that was his problem, not mine. When you were very angry with me, I didn't understand it. You were supposed to be at me side whatever happened, not against me. Somehow I flipped and thought that you had abandoned me. We've been through this already and I just mention it to set the background of my thinking. I was mad -- very mad and acted in fury, not thinking at all. I just wanted to hurt you, as I thought you had hurt me. Well, you know what happened. I started to realize what I had done when the three of us were together after the meeting and I felt this immense void in me. I agreed to go to the spa to force myself to think, think deeply about what I wanted, what I feared, and about what I was going to lose."
She started to cry, and I leaned forward to wipe her tears off her face.
"James, I cried all the time until I met a woman, a professional who was in the spa to give emotional support to cases like me; there were more women crying, not just me, and I spilled it out. I did not mention names or our relationship and even in my despair I was careful enough to avoid this, but I opened up and she helped me. She made me realize that I had to be me, not another person's image or what I projected into them. When we finished, I could look into my mirror and did not have to look away: I had accepted that I had done something wrong and that I had to live with it. It wasn't your fault: it was my fault. So when I came home, I sat down with Maureen and we agreed to go back in time and start from zero, trusting ourselves that we would love each other like a mother and a daughter should. And it worked, James. We live together well, we love each other, we tease each other, we are family."
She looked at me for a long time.
"And this brings me to you and us. James, I love you as I have never loved another man before, but I can understand that you might not want to have a relationship with me anymore -- I might have hurt you too much. On the other side, you would get back a woman who loves you unconditionally with no more divided priorities between business and private life, and who'll do anything to guard your and Maureen's interests, to fill your sexual fantasies, to protect your children, and to make you happy. This is what I offer, darling, and I can only hope that you accept it."
I looked at her and saw the longing in her eyes, the hope, the willingness to accept my decision, and the will to go forward. It had taken an enormous effort to come to me and offer herself, and I respected that. I leaned forward, took her face into my hands and kissed her gently.
"Eileen, what has happened is in the past. As with Maureen, let's remember only the good parts of our past together, and let's love each other."
She started to cry with relief and offered her lips for a long, long kiss. Then she pushed her body into mine and started to kiss my face all over, laughing and crying at the same time.
"I missed you so much, my darling. My body missed your caresses, my pussy missed your penis deep inside filling me up with your cum, and my heart and soul missed your holding me in your arms, safe and sound."
Her hands held my face and she looked at me, her eyes wide open and full of joy.
"There is something else that missed you" and she reached back and untied the bow at her neck. Her gown fell down and her breasts were at my disposal, ready to be kissed and sucked.
"I know that you love them, and they definitively love you, your mouth and your hands."
She suddenly grinned and said: " Woof, Woof " and placed my hands on her breasts. They were a bit bigger than Maureen's, with wider areolae and thick nipples standing up solid and waiting to be kissed. They were firmly pointing upwards and Eileen presented them proudly to me. "They're yours, my darling. Do what you want to do; kiss them, suckle them, bite them, but please, please don't abandon them again!"
I did not hesitate to accept that invitation and spent my time feasting on them. Eileen was as sensitive as Maureen and her moaning showed rapidly that she enjoyed it immensely and I must admit, I did, too. When I let my hand wander slowly to her pussy, her moaning increased and she pushed her gown upwards to give me access to her lower lips. When I pushed one finger into her and at the same time bit her nipple gently, she came. It was not an explosion, but it seemed to be quite satisfactory. She slowly came back and looking at me, got up and asked me to take her to my bed and take her; she needed me to be close and inside her to realize that our bond was back to our former happiness.
She shook her body and the gown fell down, presenting her body to my eyes and hands. She was somewhat more rounded than before as perhaps the weeks had been too much for to continue her exercises, but she was still sensual and with her slender waist and narrow hips, she was utterly tempting. Her pussy was shaved, and her long legs still well turned from many hours of running. For me, Maureen would always be the most beautiful woman in this world, but Eileen was in a different way a very sensual and tempting woman.
"You like?"
I liked and led her to the bedroom and gently placed her on my bed. She smiled at me and slowly opened her legs, inviting me to look and touch. I took off my clothes and lay down beside her, to admire her and to please my eyes and hands. I started to kiss the brilliant red long hair smelling her perfume; I asked her what she used, and she said that it was always Opium, heavy and sensual, and then I slid down from her forehead to her nose and lips. There I stayed a while, enjoying her lips and battling her tongue; my hands had already taken their path to her breasts and pussy. When my mouth followed, she started to moan again and when I sucked her nipple and twisted her other one, she started to become vocal
. She shifted around and murmured something I did not understand, but the urgency in her voice was obvious.
Her legs opened wider still, and her hand pushed my head down to her pussy. She was wet already, and the smell of her arousal was strong as her hands forced my mouth onto her pussy. She was different from Maureen; while Maureen had an almost closed pussy with two lips like half shells that I had to open to enjoy them and tease her clitoris out, Eileen had a wrinkled brown protuberance over her pussy that was easily sucked and the way inside was more accessible. I teased it with my mouth, and she opened her legs still wider and pushed me down. Her pussy started to leak and I swallowed all the fluids coming out; she tasted more concentrated, darker, but it was addictive like a strong drug.
Then I started in earnest to work on her, pushing my finger into her and touching her inner walls, sucking her outer lips into my mouth, twirling my tongue around her clit, twisting her nipple with my free hand, and in general keeping her fully occupied. Her legs were clamped around my head, and her hands pushed it as far onto her pussy as it was possible. She twisted around, trying to get me deeper. She moaned, then she moaned more, then she bit into the pillow, and when I bit her clit gently, she came yelling my name. I just hoped that my neighbors were travelling.
She slowly recovered and smiled at me.
"This was not my plan. I was supposed to get you off and then let you take me, but not all is lost. Lie down, please and let me work."
I did as ordered, and she kissed me first, then moving down she concentrated on my penis. She played with it, stroking it gently, taking the tip into her mouth and licking it, letting it go and stroking it again with her hand, then going back to take me deep into her mouth and touching my balls, and always increasing the rhythm, from slow to medium and when she arrived at fast, I almost couldn't stand it. Her head was bobbing up and down on my shaft and when she glanced at me occasionally, she grinned evilly. She lifted her head off for a moment and said that she wanted to see me coming, and that she wanted my cum on her face, and then she went back to business. Up and down, and faster still, her hand stroking my shaft and her tongue twirling around my penis. I had slowly stretched my body following my desire to release my tension, and she realized that I was close. One more effort, one little bite on the tip, and I was gone. She felt it and lifted her head, just as I was exploding. My fluids shot out, hitting her face, her eyebrows and her nose, and then she took my shaft again into her mouth to swallow what was left. She drank it with a very satisfied grin and when I was spent, she asked: "You like?"
I was only able to nod, and she touched her nose where a drop was threatening to fall on the bed. "I will not waste one drop, my darling!" and she caught it on her finger and licked it clean. I pointed to her forehead where another large drop was resting, and she repeated the move. As I showed her where my cum was still visible, she cleaned it thoroughly and with great satisfaction.
There was a last drop on her left breast and she looked at me, waiting for me to do something.
"These are yours: clean them."
I wiped it off with my finger and offered it to her, and she licked it clean. I told her everything was gone; she bent forward and offered her lips for a kiss, waiting for my reaction. I did not hesitate and kissed her deeply, tasting her and me in a wonderful combination of our fluids. She moved up and placed her head on my shoulder for a moment and snuggled her body as close as possible.
She grinned and said: "No rest for the wicked " and moving even farther up slowly straddled me. My shaft was still a bit tired and soft, but she held it in her hand and stroked it gently; then she started to remind me of the first time I saw her naked, of the first time I made her come, of the first time she sucked me off, and when she came to the moment when we had made love for the first time, I was stiff and hard again.
Her mood had changed and she was very serious now. She looked up and whispered: "I beg you a boon, my Goddess -- you gave it to me once and I threw it away and suffered greatly for it. Please Goddess, I beg you, grant me once more your blessing and I shall always honor you with heart and soul; please Goddess, let me be happy again with this man!" and she sank slowly onto my shaft until my penis touched her cervix. I heard the same words she had said many weeks ago :
"Tóg Mise - A thabhairt dom mé féin faoi shaoirse - a dhéanamh dom mise"
She looked at me with her eyes half closed and her concentration was total, intent to feel only her and my satisfaction. She moved slowly and shifted forward and backwards; then she rolled her body around my shaft. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts.
"Hold them, they are yours!"
Her movements started to get more aggressive and faster, and her rhythm seduced me to follow her with my moves. I started to get excited again and she was blushing all over her body. "Goddess, please, accept my plea and let me give myself to him."
She closed her eyes and moved her body without any apparent control, just filled up with the emotion of giving and being taken. Then she tensed and at that moment, I felt once more the grey mist that had surrounded us when we made love the first time. I saw Eileen's heart and soul again, this time a dark yellow aura with black spots twirling around.
A soft voice asked: "Do you mean it this time? I gave you a gift and you threw it away. Will you honor your promise this time? Will you love this man forever, and with all your heart and soul?"
Eileen stopped for a moment and opened her eyes. They were full of love, and she said: "I promise. I promise with all my heart and soul to love this man forever, to be loved and protected, and to protect him."
Then she closed her eyes again and started to move, firmly, not wildly. Her intention was to give herself to me, and that she did. Her climax arrived and at that moment, her aura changed from a misty yellow to a firm gold, her dark spots were slowly dissolving, and it seemed that another aura, mine, was surrounding her on all sides. Then she came, and came, and came again. It was too much for me and I exploded in her, my shaft filling her up, my fluids spurting like a jet into her.
The voice whispered: "Take my blessing, child, and be happy. He'll protect you and love you, and you will do the same for him; but remember that this is the last time I can do this for you!"
Eileen shuddered, opened her eyes with an unfocused glance, and collapsed on me. I held her firm and felt the aftershocks of her climax running through her body. After a while she stirred and looked up.
"James, this is forever now. Never again will I doubt, and never again will you be alone. I know that you have Maureen, but now you have me, too; however you want to have me, I'll be yours, no restrictions and no limits. I know how it hurts when we were separated, and this will never happen again. You will travel or even live in another city and we might be separated physically for some time, but my heart and my soul will always be with you."
Then she closed her eyes, put her head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I thought about what had happened and what was ahead for us. Maureen and I were inseparable and Eileen knew this, but she was now a part of us, too, and somehow we had to come to an arrangement that gave pleasure to all of us, but this was for the future to resolve, and now the emotional stress took me, too, and holding Eileen firmly in my arms, I fell asleep also.
I woke up with Eileen moving beside me. She was slowly waking up and when her movement took my hand off her breast, she protested. She placed it back and opened her eyes.
"It is your obligation to hold my breasts during my sleep; I need to know that you are there. Don't forget this in the future!"
Then she grinned and said: "Just waking up and already giving orders to my lord and master? Do I need to be punished, James? Perhaps a few strokes on my ass? Perhaps a kiss on my lips?"
Then she turned around and lying on her back, suggested that she might have been impaired last night with all the excitement and excessive moves. Could I please verify her body and see that it was alright? Her lips might be the right place to start and then it was up to me how thor
ough I wanted to be, as she had all the time in her life.
I had the pleasure of kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue into my mouth, battling who was the master (and I lost) and then starting my journey downwards. I stopped at a while at her earlobes, then at her neck and when I came closer to her breasts, I focused my attention on those two magnificent globes.
I always wondered how firm they were: soft and rounded, but firmly pointing upwards. Even now, lying down, they were unyielding to gravity and her big areolae were inviting my kisses. The nipples were firm as a pencil stub and when I took them into my mouth and started to suck, she moaned, getting excited again. She moved and pushed them into my mouth and when I bit gently, she almost came. Like Maureen, she was very sensitive to caresses on her breasts, and I was my pleasure to explore this, but this time I did not want her to come right now and continued my verification effort, sliding down farther. She protested, but not too much, but when I bypassed her pussy lips and went down along her long legs, she mumbled a protest. I kissed her toes and went up on the other leg until I arrived at the junction of her thighs. There was still proof of last night's activities -- dry rests of our fluids around her pussy.
"We were active last night, my darling. Look at you!"
She looked down, blushed and jumping up, ran to the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth.
"You were a very active part of these activities, too. Do your part, my darling!" and opening her legs wide, the handed me the cloth. I cleaned every part of her pussy and ass, and then continued to check on the interior of those precious parts. She was completely shaved, and her wrinkled dark outer lips were protruding trying to hide her clitoris. I opened them a bit and saw the light red inside glistening with her excitement.
