A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  We pushed the chairs more into the shadows and dozed off, I in the middle with my arms around their shoulders and their heads on my chest.

  When I woke up, I was alone. I heard some noises from the pool and saw them standing at one corner of the long rectangular pool, talking to each other. I wondered whether I should sleep a bit more or join them. Considering that my time to be with them and close to them was short and my time to sleep alone in Sydney much more extensive, I decided to get up and join them. When I arrived, Maureen looked up and smiled: "James, if you want to whine that we left and did not give you our breasts to kiss, please remember that you were not in our bed, that you were asleep, and that it is already past noon. If you want to kiss them, please come into the pool and they're yours, but we didn't forget our duties!"

  Well, what could I do? I jumped into the pool and swam over to them.

  Maureen pushed herself up and presented her breasts: "This is not out of obligation, this is for pleasure!" and I feasted on them. When I had my fill, she pushed me over to her mother: "This is for pleasure, James. Enjoy us!" and I had the pleasure of receiving two more beautiful, firm and proud breasts to caress.

  We played around some more and then decided to get lunch going. I would have to handle the grill and they would prepare the rest in the kitchen.

  "Should we bother to put on a dress, or will you just take it off immediately?"

  "Please stay as you are. I've never been in the company of two such beautiful nude women in my life before, and I want to enjoy every moment of it."

  We got out and after rubbing their bodies once more all over me, they went inside. There must be better things in life that I was having at this moment, but even trying hard I could not come up with one single one!

  The lunch was great, the wine exquisite, the view even better and when occasionally one of the ladies got up to get something from the kitchen, the other sat on my lap for me not to feel alone, and the result was better still. No action materialized as the contact was always brief -- a caress for George, a nip on a breast, and always a kiss on the lips of my women.

  After lunch we decided to move inside as even with the sunscreen, we were all turning burned. The ladies had 'dressed' again in their Cretan gowns and I was more than pleased to look at them and to dare an occasional grope. We ended up in the sitting room and started to discuss what to do the afternoon. When I asked whether they wanted to go out for the night, I was told the event for the night was already decided, and that I should not worry.

  I was sitting up in the middle of the big couch, and Eileen and Maureen were lying at my left and right, but with their heads in my lap.

  "My Love, are you happy? Do you want anything you haven't had from us before? Fulfil your fantasies these two days -- you don't know whether you'll that opportunity again! Do you want Mom and I to make love? I have not done this before, but I would do it for you. I've been told that men dream about two women making love. Imagine she is eating me and you take her from behind ... or vice versa ... Is this something that you want to experience? Just tell us and we'll do it with pleasure!"

  I shook my head and gazed at her for a long time.

  "Maureen, do I appear to you that I want to live in a sexual frenzy? I'm a healthy man with my normal sexual appetite and I do have my healthy sexual dreams. These dreams circle around you, which recently even include Eileen, and around all the possible ways we can enjoy each other. And you know that I do have a creative mind, and you've happily and fully responded! I cannot simply imagine, however, that I tell you to be eaten by your mother and I take her from behind. ̈

  I shook my head, not liking the direction her comment was pointing to.

  "Perhaps one day I might even enjoy this, but it would happen naturally -- if you can define this dream as normal. I like to look at you and enjoy your body, but not only the body; I look at the total image of body and heart and soul and I see the sparkle in your eyes and the smile on your lips; I see the creativity you show in inventing tantalizing dresses and bikinis; I see your breasts peeking up and your nipples getting hard; and I see your pussy getting wet and opening its lips, asking me to come in. This is what I see and what I want -- not telling Eileen to get on her knees and eat you, so that I can take her from behind. I know that you want to please me, both of you; but it's love that I'm seeking, not only sexual satisfaction. So can we please once and for all put this discussion behind us and just enjoy the company and the love we all have for each other?"

  Maureen nodded quietly and looked at her mother, kissing her gently and caressing her head.

  "I told you that we should keep him, Mom. He's for here for the rest of our lives, not for a few moments only. Whatever we want we'll have one day; let's wait for him to be ready, because you and I are ready already. So what will we do to entertain ourselves? Could we play Scrabble? I am good at it and Mom often beats me. James will have problems with the English language and we can beat him up! Let's do this, Mom?"

  She jumped up and got the carton with all the letters and the board and placed them on the table.

  "We will play for what?" I suggested kisses, but this was immediately rejected. It had to be something more serious, with a higher potential for embarrassment (for the loser) and fun (for the winner). The two whispered, giggled and told me that they had decided. I asked whether I could decide, too, and the answer was a quick 'No'. I warned them, however, that not always the end of the game was how it was planned, but they were confident, and finally, I agreed.

  "The Loser has to kiss the Winner for four minutes on the mouth, with tongue and everything else. Groping is encouraged!"

  She shuffled the letters, distributed nine to each of us and the game began. She had an 'A' and started. She placed 'Asimov', saying that this was a SF writer. Then it was Eileen's turn and she selected 'Mexico', which using the pink middle square gave her double points; she smiled satisfied. I added 'vassal' to the 'v' already present. And so we played for some time and the letters started to diminish and the words to get more difficult. At the end, Eileen had won and Maureen had lost. She was very upset -- this had not been the plan.

  I leaned back and said: "Four minutes of French kissing, and some groping, please!"

  She looked at her mother, who was waiting with a big grin on her face. "Four minutes of French kissing, and a lot of groping, please!"

  Maureen looked at me for help, but I just sat there and waited.

  "Maureen, my love, the four minutes only start when you start to kiss, and when you back off, the remaining time is suspended. No escape, my love! Was this not something you wanted?"

  She moved slowly to her mother, looked once more at me and placed her lips on Eileen's lips. We waited for any development, but nothing happened; finally, Eileen took her daughter's head into her hands and started to kiss her, with tongue and everything. Maureen was a bit reluctant at first, but then entered the spirit of the moment. Her tongue came out and teased her mother's lips and then she leaned forward and gave her a real kiss full of emotion. I had to call time when the four minutes were over as they had their eyes closed and enjoyed the moment.

  Maureen blushed all over when she came back to us; it was pretty to see how the blush started on her face, crept down onto her shoulders and then her breasts. "You look beautiful when you blush, my love" I said and took her into my arms to kiss. I could still sense Eileen in Maureen's kiss -- different, but nice. Then we started again.

  "Mom, the idea was to beat James, not me. Let's try again, but following the game plan! What are we playing for?"

  Eileen said that since French kissing had already been used, we could go down a bit and make love to breasts. "How about five minutes of sensual kissing of the winner's breasts, with touching further down encouraged?"

  Maureen looked at her and whispered: "Are you certain that we can beat him?"

  Eileen nodded confidently and off we went. The scores went up and up, and Eileen played well enough to be the leading scorer. When we
were getting close to the end, I managed to give Maureen a chance to score big and I scored well also. She counted her score and yelled happily: "I won! I won!"

  She became quiet when we counted our scores and, suddenly, Eileen was the loser with a one-point difference to me, and Maureen had won. I smiled and told them that I was happy to see my ladies satisfied and was looking forward to the winner claiming her victory and her reward.

  Maureen realized that I was not involved again and looked at her mother: "Mom, what happened? You promised that he would lose!"

  "Ladies, five minutes of sensual kissing, with touching further down encouraged! Let's go!"

  Eileen shrugged and said that bets are bets, and debts have to be paid. She pulled Maureen up on the couch and kneed before her, her face at the height of Maureen's breasts. Then she started her work and Maureen closed her eyes. It was obvious that Eileen had done this before and slowly Maureen started to enjoy the attention. She leaned forward and pushed her breasts into her mother's face. I knew that she was very sensitive in this area and when Eileen sucked one nipple into her mouth and tweaked the other one, Maureen came; not explosively, but quietly. Eileen continued to fondle her nipples, but her hand was creeping downwards. She pushed the bit of gauze aside and her finger entered Maureen's pussy. I called time again and both glared at me.

  "Ladies, rules are rules -- and you set them!"

  They calmed down and when I went to the kitchen to get more wine, I heard them whispering. On my return, Maureen was smirking.

  "One more play, but Mom reminded me that we have local rules. All the females can help each other with advice, and all the men can do the same thing."

  "But I am the only man here!"

  "That's your problem. We also agreed that this time, the Loser will have to kiss the Runner-up until he comes, regardless whether it takes one minute or ten. Breasts are accepted, but pussy is encouraged, considering that there is no time limit. The Winner can watch, participate or go to sleep -- whatever she wants to do."

  I asked them whether they really wanted to go so far since up to now it was fun, but this game would be more serious, and rules had to be obeyed, whether you liked it or not. They nodded and smiled at each other; local rules would help them to maneuver me into the Loser's position; at least, that was what they thought. We started and slowly I let myself slip into the losing position. The two were very happy and exchanged advice and smiles -- I was going to lose as planned. When we were coming to the end with few letters left, I made my play. I had accumulated the right high-value letters and placed them into just the right spot to get a nine-fold count. They stared at me: "What for heaven's sake is 'pleonasm'?"

  I smiled satisfied -- I had gone back to my high school education. It seemed that all those hours were not completely wasted.xxwwẍThis Greek word, my dears, means basically the joining of two similar words, where one should have been sufficient. 'Malignant evil' is a pleonasm; and to go back to Vienna and the Imperial Riding School, a grey Lipizzaner means that the horse, a Lipizzaner, always grey, is qualified with another grey. Perhaps my control of English isn't as good as you so graciously commented upon, but occasionally I do have access to more languages than only English, my love."

  They went to get the Oxford Dictionary, but unfortunately for them, I was right. And that wrapped it up. They counted the letters they still had, mine were finished and I had won, with Eileen second and Maureen last.

  "I remember that the rule was that the Loser and that is you, Maureen, has to kiss the runner-up, and that is you, Eileen, until she comes. Please start, ladies! " and I leaned back to enjoy the confusion. Eileen recovered faster and accepted the lost game; Maureen was still a bit shocked.

  "Mom, what am I going to do?"

  "You, my dear, will kiss me, touch me, stroke me, and whatever it takes for me to come. Blame your future husband -- I'm certain that he did not play fair. Bets are bets, however, and debts have to be paid!"

  "But here in the sitting room?" she wailed.

  "Well, if you prefer, we can go to my bedroom" and with that, Eileen got up and pulled Maureen along to her room. I followed and sat in one of the chairs as Eileen pulled her little gown up and opened her legs.

  "This is all yours now, dear. Enjoy it, and make me enjoy it, too."

  Maureen looked at me, but I just smiled and said that whatever happened, she was still mine and mine alone. She took a deep breath and moved down to her mother's breasts. Eileen had closed her eyes, but I could see how much she enjoyed the caress her daughter was offering her, and how much she would enjoy the others to come.

  Maureen hesitantly kissed her lips and Eileen immediately opened hers, letting her tongue come out, inviting Maureen to come in and visit. This she did and both were soon kissing passionately. Then Maureen moved slowly downward and touched Eileen's breasts; first lightly, then with more emphasis. When she sucked her nipple in, Eileen started to moan, feeling the tension increase. When a hand moved to the other nipple and stroked it, whilst the other one was still tongued and sucked, Eileen was arching her chest up to be closer to the caresses. Then one hand glided down and touched Eileen's pussy lips. She spread her legs wide open and started to wail "Yes, please do me ... yes, put your finger inside me ... yes, this is so nice ... please kiss me there..."

  Maureen hesitated for a moment, and then ended up kissing her mother's outer lips, with her tongue sneaking inside. She seemed to have touched the right spot because, suddenly, Eileen yelled an incoherent sound, arched upwards and pulled Maureen's head into her thighs. Her fluids shot out covering Maureen's face and she shuddered violently.

  When she relaxed, Maureen lifted her head and looked at me.

  "Am I still yours, my love?"

  I went over to her and took her in my arms. "You'll always be mine and I yours, whatever happens!"

  I kissed her lips, still flavored by Eileen's juices, and pulled her close. Then we went back to the bed, where Eileen was recovering from her climax. She closed her eyes. "James, Maureen, I need to relax for a moment and think about what has happened. Please give me some time."

  I kissed her and she smiled. "That was something else" she said, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

  Maureen and I looked at each other and I said that there was that rumor that men made love and fell asleep -- this was apparently possible for women, too! She nodded and said that she wanted to sleep a bit also, but if I wanted to take her now, she would happily comply. This was the opportunity to have a moment of serious conversation. I lead her to her bedroom and taking her in my arms, looked at her, with her eyes full of tears.

  ¨Maureen, my love, this was not what I wanted to happen. This is not the way I want to live with you and your mother. I warned you that careless words might lead to unexpected results, and this situation is exactly what I was afraid of. When we make love, it is easy, caring, full of joy. What happened now was that you were forced to do something that you, in reality, didn't want, but were obliged to do. Remember your mother 'saying that debts have to be paid '? It was an obligation, and this took the fun out of it; you did your duty, but were uncomfortable, and I don't like this. I didn't stop it, because I thought that you needed a warning. I'll not let this happen again, and please, please think again, if you ever enter such a situation again."

  Even I was surprised about my stern voice, and she understood my concern. She nodded and smuggled close to me, and whispered "James, can I be just close to you now, and will you please hold me tight? I was wrong, you were right, and I learned my lesson. Please forgive me! It will never happen again!"

  I took her in my arms and told her to close her eyes -- I would protect her. She gave me a gentle kiss, placed her head on my shoulder, wriggled to find the right position, and fell asleep, too.

  I had seen my ladies all day in very tempting gowns, had made them come at the pool, had played Scrabble with them, was lying here with my beautiful naked woman at my side, was getting more and more frustrated by all this action, and w
hat did I get? The only option was to fall asleep also, and that is what happened.

  When someone moved, I woke up. It was getting late and my stomach rumbled. That made Maureen to lift her head from my shoulders and glance at her watch. "Goodness gracious, it is already half past six! We slept for hours! James, my love, thank you for keeping me in your arms -- I slept like an angel."

  "As far as I am concerned, you will always sleep like an angel, my love."

  She jumped up and went to her bathroom, but came back at once. "These are for you, my husband ..." and offered her breasts to caress. It was a silly little habit, but it pleased me enormously. Then she walked away, her tight ass cheeks moving temptingly from side to side. "Do you enjoy the sight, my love?"

  When she left, Eileen stepped through the door and sat on the bed. She gazed at me and said that she had finally accepted the change I had brought to her family. Her daughter was happy and made her happy, she had found the man she could look up to and who would protect her, and she lost her nightmares. She had again a life to live for, a daughter and a lover to care for, and happiness and joy had come back to her. She also had a man she had given herself to, who had accepted her as she was, and whom she would love to the end of her life.

  "James, I've said it before and repeat it: you're the center of my life; whatever you want from me, I will give you, emotionally, mentally and sexually. All I want from you is that you love me and protect me."

  I embraced her tenderly and kissed her. "Eileen, my darling, I'll always be at your side when you need me; I'll take you as my lover and protect you and I'll love you to the end of my life."

  She started to cry and hugged me with all force, but slowly she calmed down. Then she said that she would help her daughter to prepare dinner. "These are yours, my lover. " and gave me her breasts to kiss and caress. At the end, she had to pull them away, however, and said that Maureen needed help, but not to forget where we had stopped, because she wanted to continue from there onwards.