by Opal Cole
"Mom, James accepted our proposal. We're together now, and never will we part. We love you. "
I took the phone. "Eileen, I'm proud to love you and to care for you. I'm looking forward to saying this to you personally -- and prove it physically!"
Maureen said goodbye and asked me what I would expect now? Any special wishes? Grey Goose perhaps? I shook my head and said that the only thing I wanted was her in my bed and in my arms. She grinned. "And perhaps another part inside me?" I agreed and took her in my arms and carried her to our bedroom.
There she stood in front of me with her arms hanging down. I pushed the strap off her left shoulder, then the other one off the right one and the dress started to move downwards. It was stopped at her breasts with her stiff nipples holding it up. She moved her shoulders and the dress fell to her hips, exposing her firm breasts. This was the sign for me to advance, but she stopped me.
"Take it slowly, James. There is no hurry; you have me all the evening and all night."
I went on my knees and stroked the soft curves of her hips and the dress fell down completely. Her pussy was just in front of my face and it was wet already; the scent of her arousal was strong. She stepped out of her dress and lay on the bed, completely nude and at my disposal.
I rapidly took off my clothes and descended on her. Starting with her wonderful luscious red hair, I kissed my way down to her brilliant green eyes, her smiling lips, her thin neck with the opal pendant, her two impressive hills with the inviting puffy peaks (they invited sucking and gentle chewing and where I stayed for a while), her rigid belly, and her wide open valley with her tasty, dewy little creek that showed already the first signs of flooding. What a wonderful and exciting journey! I drank my fill and climbed up again and this time with no stops and when I arrived at her lips, I adjusted myself and with her help, entered her slowly. We made love; not an earth-shaking explosion, but a tender, soul-bonding act of love and mutual affection. This time I felt a smile surrounding us, as if something was very content with us: the blessing at work? Afterwards we looked at each other, happy and satisfied. She moved away from under me and adjusted herself so that her head was on my chest.
"I hear your heart beating, my love. You know that my heart will adjust its beating to yours? That makes me feel safe and protected, and very, very happy. This night I'll sleep deep and even if I were to wake up, I would feel the heat of your body at my side and your arms around me. What more could I want?"
She moved around like a little dog trying to find the perfect place and when she succeeded, she gave me my three kisses and said good night. Taking my hand, she put it on her face, kissed it and then placed it on her breast. "This is its place, and don't you dare take it away!"
We did sleep well and woke up the next morning happy and smiling, but this stopped when I looked at my watch. It was late and I had to run. We had our kisses and I dressed rapidly, rushing off to the office. This time I was not the first to arrive, and when I entered my office, Mary Ann had a big leer on her face.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night, James? Do you need coffee to wake up? Sir Allan called, but I told him that you had to make some urgent phone calls and you would come to him as soon as possible. You better hurry!"
She placed a cup of coffee in my hand and said that she had heard from his secretary that he wanted to talk about the prospect I had visited. I spent five minutes going through my notes and when I left, I put my hand on Mary Ann's shoulder and thanked her for everything.
"I've realized during the last weeks that you are much more than a secretary -- you've become a friend and I appreciate this very much. If ever you want something from me or if there were anything I could help you with, just tell me. By the way, Maureen will call you this morning to see whether the two of you could meet: she is eager to get to know you because I will spend most of my time between the two of you!"
I realized what I had done and immediately took my hand off her shoulder.
"I also apologize touching you; I know that this could be misinterpreted, and I want to avoid this at all cost."
"James, do you forget that I kissed you already? Well, almost kissed you, but you can touch me anytime as long as we are alone, and I don't mind. Actually, I do mind because I like it."
I did not know how to interpret this, but hurried to see Sir Allan. He had seen some friends at the club who told him about my visit to Perth and commented that our prospect seemed to be very impressed with our offer and our professional approach. He looked at me and said since I had moved to my new job, things had changed in the company, and for the better. When I left, Irene also said: "Well done. Sir Allan is very satisfied."
When I was back at my office, I saw Mary Ann on the phone; she smiled at me and whispered: "Maureen " and then dove into my mail. It was surprising how much time one could spend just reading letters, comments and proposals without doing anything useful. I decided to change this. When Mary Ann had finished her conversation, I called her in.
"Mary Ann, I don't want to spend hours and hours sitting here reading mail that doesn't need my attention. You've been with me now for months, and you know what I want and what I need. You're more intelligent than you admit, and this nonsense has to stop. In the future, you'll read my mail, sort it according to priority and do the following: What you believe is really important, you give it me immediately. What you believe needs my attention, but is not urgent, you'll place in a folder on my desk and watch it and if it gets too thick, you go through it one more and put in front of me whatever has become important. The rest you either delegate with a comment to come back with a solution or delete. I trust your judgment."
She looked at me for a long time and then nodded. She took all the mail to her desk and came back with four letters and three emails "You better look at these; I'll handle the rest. And thank you, James. I will not disappoint you."
I had advised Maureen that we would have a brief lunch and then go to my bank. I had arranged for Maureen to have a local bank account for her and had put US$ 25,000 into it; I also got her a credit card issued with a very high credit limit. After she signed all the papers and received her card, she smiled mischievously and when we left, she gave me a kiss.
"This was not necessary, James. I've my own bank account and will get a salary from NT."
I told her that I wanted her to be independent of me in financial transactions and be able to spend money without having to ask for permission. She gave me another kiss and when we had an ice-cream soda on the way back, she paid with her new card and smiled. "You see, I'm now financially independent!"
The day went fast, and I had the impression that our work was now well ingrained. I had called two of my staff to prepare the visit of the Perth prospect, had prepared an agenda for the next week and was satisfied with the day. When I left at night, Mary Ann was still on her desk; I told her to go home, but she insisted to terminate her work. She smiled, got up and gave me a little hug.
"James, I'd like to thank you once more for the trust you've shown in me. You don't know how much this means to me as nobody has ever done this for me. Now go home and enjoy Maureen -- I will call her and tell her that you are on your way. We agreed to meet tomorrow before lunch, to go out and you better prepare yourself for a lonely lunch and an empty afternoon. I'm certain that Maureen will make it up to you in the evening and perhaps I might have a few ideas for her?"
I laughed and returning her little hug, left for home.
Maureen was waiting for me at the door: she knew exactly when I was in front of it. Dressed again in a slinky dress that showed everything and she had even pushed the top down to expose her puffy nipples, it was also short enough to give me glimpses of her pussy when she came forward and lifted her head for my kiss.
"You know how much I love to see you this way, but what have I done to deserve this?"
"Your secretary called me twice today and we agreed to meet tomorrow to have lunch and if I like her, we might go shopping. She seems to be a n
ice girl, but you better be careful: I'm your wife and I might accept that other women like you, but there are limits, and I intend to set them tomorrow!"
I was surprised, but took her in my arms. "My love, there is no competition for my love: it is all yours and other women may try, but they'll never be successful. In any case, Mary Ann is a nice person and if produced better might even be pretty, but first of all, she is my secretary and if anything dubious were to happen, I transfer her to another job."
She returned my kiss, but had that look on her face that showed that she was not completely convinced. Then she took a deep breath and seriously started kissing me. Finally, she stopped and leaning back, said: "This was just to show you who do you belong to; now have a shower, change and let's have dinner."
Which I did and coming back, I saw the table set again with candles, a bottle of wine, and the beautiful Maureen waiting for me. Another kiss, and we sat down. I looked at her and suggested that she was too far away, but she did not want to be diverted. She knew what would happen if she sat down on my lap.
"James, you mentioned to Mom that you did not really like the idea of a big wedding? May I ask you to change your mind? We want one and for several reasons you probably will not understand. Let me just say this: Mom wants it for her and for me, and I want it for me and Mom. You are an important part of the ceremony, but what matters more is the time before and after the wedding. Before: we'll be the talk of the town and Mom needs it; afterwards we'll still be the talk of the town and Mom can rub it into all the people who ignored her when she needed help. Mom told you that if you wanted to escape, she would make your life miserable and let me add that I'll hold you down as she hits you -- several times and with the intent to hurt. Is this understood?"
"Ma'am, YES, Ma'am! Understood! No escape, Ma'am!"
"I knew that you would understand us. You will be rewarded prettily, but during that period you will obey. All you have to do is appear sober in a proper suit, say the right words, kiss me and smile all the time. The rest we'll handle. Afterwards we promise that everything will go back to our normal life: we hear and obey, our Lord and Master!"
I wondered about the 'Lord and Master', since how often had I wanted something and they decided differently? And unfortunately, I seemed to like it! Considering, however, the benefits I had already received and would receive for all my life, I accepted it.
The conversation turned back to business: on Monday she would visit the sites Eileen had suggested and talk to two real estate brokers. Then she would put a proposal together and I would help her, and then she'd go back to Eileen with a plan. This meant that she would travel a lot in the next five weeks until our wedding, but this could not be avoided. I should also start to think about our honeymoon trip -- she wanted sun, sea, champagne and lots of love.
I had some news, too. The colleague I had rented the flat from had contacted me and advised that he would stay in the States far longer than planned and wanted to sell the apartment. Would I or better we, be interested in the purchase? The price was fine, actually low, but he wanted the money fast to close a deal in NY. I asked Maureen whether she wanted to stay here after our wedding, or would she prefer to search for another place?
She smiled. "James, here we made love for the first time, and here I want to stay. I had already planned to ask you whether we could buy it. Mom said she would give us the money because she also has good memories here. This way she would have a reason to visit us often!"
I told her that this was not necessary because my assets would easily cover the purchase; I was grateful for the offer, though, and Eileen did not need a reason to come and stay with us. She would be welcome all the time and I would actually be looking forward seeing her in our flat; at least as long as she continued to compete with her daughter who would wear the most revealing and transparent gowns.
"James, all you're interested in is sex and you'll see that you have your hands full with poor little me, since I need a lot of tender loving care, but I admit that having Mom here occasionally would increase the fun a lot!"
I laughed about her 'poor little me' but assured her that she would always receive a lot of tender loving care. With her mother included, I would not guarantee, however, that it would be tender all the time!
We had finished dinner and cleaned up the table. I asked her what she would prefer: watch TV in the sitting room or go to bed to fool around a bit? After all, tomorrow she would leave me alone and I would feel abandoned and needed some good memories. She sighed and mumbled something like 'sex again', but was the first one to run to the bedroom. When she threw herself on the bed her little gown slipped up and she was practically nude: the top was down exposing her areolae and stiff nipples, and her pussy was very visible through her wide-open legs. I got out of my clothes and lay down beside her. This time I spent much more attention to every detail of her beautiful body, and she must have continued her running because she was in perfect condition.
"James, I always wanted to ask you, but was afraid. Mom is a much more beautiful woman than I am. What do you see in me?"
This surprised me because I had always told her how much I admired and loved not only her body, but principally her mind and soul.
"This is a difficult question to answer, my love, and at the same time very simple. The easy part first: I love you as my wife, my friend, and my lover, and my heart beats with yours. We fit together the way our minds work, and when I look at you, the world smiles. My soul is intertwined with yours; I cannot see a life without you. Much as I love Eileen, I don't see her the same way. She´s beautiful as you are, she's intelligent as you are, but in a different way, but she's not you. She is sexually more active than you and I enjoy her, and from some comments I might suspect that you do, too, but when we make love our hearts and soul mingle; when I make love to Eileen, I feel something different, very enjoyable, but not so complete. That is the easy part."
She smiled and kissed me but continued asking for a physical and objective comparison.
"As far as body beauty is concerned, you´re both outstandingly beautiful, and I enjoy it tremendously to look at you and touch either of you. Eileen's hair is a bit darker and not so curly, but as yours is wonderful to touch and to smell. Her face shows more years, but it is a classical beauty whilst you have started to bloom and anybody looking at the two of you today will probably look longer at you than at her. Your smile is radiant and open, but she's much more reserved, at least in public, but we know that she can be quite unreserved when alone with us. Her body is a bit fuller than yours and having her in my arms is very exciting, but having you in my arms is sensual, loving, soft and absolute. Her breasts are fuller, but you have those puffy areolae that I love to chew and suck. Her hips are slender like yours, but her pussy is completely different. She is completely shaved, and you have your little exclamation mark, but when I enter you, I feel more intimate; with her it is pure fun. You both have a runner's body: long, well turned and slender. What more can I want?"
"So you think that I'm as beautiful as Mom?"
"For me, you'll always be more beautiful than anybody on this world, Eileen included. When the two of you dress up, she'll be more noticeable because she had those years of experience and she knows how to present herself to the world and even more, she wants to be seen. You are physically as beautiful or even more so, but she expects to be admired, behaves that way and that self-assurance give her the edge. Nevertheless, when we are alone, she's a close runner up, but you always win."
She smiled satisfied and then told me to make love to this beautiful body. I kissed her all over to check whether I had commented properly on the important parts, until she slowly started to reach for me and tell me not to tease her.
"Take me now, my love. I'm yours and always will be."
She clasped her legs around my hips and drew me in, pushing her body upwards to give me better access and I pushed down to reach the most inner part of her. Our rhythm started to match and suddenly we reached
our climax at the same time. As always, we were bonded together in joy and happiness, and when I started to get off her, she protested.
"Please stay -- I want to feel your body on mine; I want to be trapped by you without any chance to escape."
I wondered about the 'escape'' word, but moved a bit to get my weight on my elbows and she protested again.
"Stay, please. I really want to feel your weight on me, able to support you and feel every inch of your body."
I did what she wanted, but after a while, when my penis dropped out, I turned her around so that she was now on top of me. Our juices started to flow and she looked down "Look, love. This is you and me in one fluid, our combined love making one liquid."
She reached down and wiped it with her finger, and then licking it clean.
"Tastes wonderful, you and me together. Want to try it?" And she offered me her finger. I looked at her and put it into my mouth and licked it clean. If she would swallow my seeds, I could drink her fluids, and enjoy it. At the end, however, she got up and used a washcloth to clean us up. Then she came back and lay down beside me.
"My love, this was wonderful, and I'll sleep well. Thank you. We'll see what will happen tomorrow."
She kissed me once more, smiled and offered her breasts for the goodnight kisses, closed her eyes and was asleep. It took me more time as I was thinking about our future and how we would fit professional obligations into our private lives, but I was certain that all would come out well, and that we would have a lot of fun living together.
Then I was asleep, too.
Chapter 21: A New Player Enters the Game
When I woke up, she was already looking at me.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. I want to prepare breakfast as I have to meet your secretary. Tell me once more why I agreed to this?"
