My Mother in Law's Lover

by S M Mala

  What shall I do? That little throb between my legs has started again and I’m having problems swallowing.

  He stands up and walks away leaving me sitting there as he beckons me over to the lift.

  I get up quickly and follow him in like an obedient puppy.

  What am I doing? I walk into the lift and he eyes me up while he stands against the wall, making me feel very self-conscious.

  I’m not going to be intimidated by him, so I hold in my tummy and try to stand up straight.

  ‘What are you looking at?’ I ask. My resolve is flat as a pancake but my stomach isn’t.

  He smiles then walks out the lift and I trace his steps down the corridor to his room.

  ‘Where are we going?’ I ask and Hal turns around and winks. My heart is pounding fast, as I have no idea what to expect. We get to the room and he disappears, while I stand there looking around.

  ‘What a beautiful room,’ I say realising this must have set him back a bob or two.

  ‘Belle?’

  ‘So much space! It’s bigger than my home.’

  He’s standing behind me and when I turn to face him, he plants his mouth firmly against mine. My dress is undone and falls to the floor, as he slips a finger under my bra and touches my nipple. Shivers of delight go through my body and I want him to touch me more.

  ‘You’re getting goose bumps,’ he says, stroking my arm. 'Let me screw you, Belle.’

  I don’t know what it is but him saying that raises my libido to sky high limits and I want him to do anything, everything to me.

  ‘Okay, go on,’ I reply with a great big grin on my face.

  ‘Take your clothes off,’ Hal says, as he manages to pull away for a split second and watches me as I undress quickly.

  It’s not an elegant sight me undressing. Standing there naked in the middle of the room, he begins to remove his clothing and I smile as his willy springs up.

  ‘How do you want it?’ he says and I don’t know what to say. ‘No, let me find out.’ Hal walks to the bed and sits in the middle of it, then puts on a condom. I walk towards him and straddle over him, slowly easing down as I’m slipper as can be.

  He bites my nipple and pulls my hair back. He delves quickly inside and I groan out loudly.

  Absolutely amazing!

  Now, his hands are on my hips and he’s thrusting me down on him. He looks in pure ecstasy as I slowly move up and down. Hal throws me on to the bed and pushes my legs back, penetrating deeply and pumping hard. Oh, he’s banging my insides as my legs reach my ears.

  That one yoga class I did recently is certainly paying off.

  I’m breaking into a sexy sweat. No, I’m just sweating like a pig.

  Suddenly Joan’s face comes into my head and I’m a little confused.

  Is it guilt?

  Hal’s still pummelling away and for a moment I feel the need to stop it then I get another flash of Joan and you know what? I decide to really go for it so I turn to sit on top and I hump the hell out of him.

  ‘Oh my god,’ he says and I can tell he’s having a whale of a time (or he’s enjoying this little whale on heat!)

  ‘Ah!’ My groaning sets him off as he quickly carries on and yells out when he comes, which turns me on but not as much as knowing I’m screwing Joan’s true love.

  That’s a little cruel but I feel the need to get one over on her and this is the best way I can think of.

  ‘Looks like we couldn’t wait to pick up where we left off,’ he says, as I collapse on to the bed and he’s gently biting my neck and pulling out. I lay there as he kisses down my body and stops around my tummy. His tongue is flicking in my navel.

  ‘Did you just try to get my rocks off for a reason?’ he says going lower and lower.

  ‘Sex is a good reason isn’t it?’ I answer enjoying the feeling of his delicious lips against my skin. ‘Are you and Joan more than casual?’ trying not to get too excited as I feel his breath against my crotch but I have to ask.

  ‘Something like that,’ he mumbles.

  ‘You’re into necrophilia then?’ He’s now laughing into my pelvis. ‘Why do you want to screw me?’

  ‘This isn’t to prove I can sleep with Joan’s daughter in law.’ He looks up at me and then nibbles my inner thigh. ‘Is having sex with me to prove you can screw your mother in law’s lover?’

  ‘No,’ I lie and look down at him smiling up in disbelief as he shakes his head. He looks like he has a beard made from my pubic hair. ‘So why are you interested in screwing me?’ Oh, my thighs are wobbling in sheer delight.

  ‘I like you. You’re in love with another man, so I’m the least of your problems. Think of me as a human vibrator.’ I feel his tongue and I gasp.

  ‘I wish they’d invent one like you. That’d keep my flaps happy for a long time.’

  ‘I’ll see what I can do.’

  Nine

  It’s two in the afternoon on Saturday and the phone’s ringing. It has been weeks since I last saw Hal in London and it was, well, how can I put it?

  A fuck fest!

  If he’s the last man I ever sleep with, then I know I’ll die with a satisfied look on my face. Must get some batteries for my vibrator, the very thought of him turns me on.

  Oh, the bloody phone’s flashing ‘Joanie’.

  ‘Can you and Beth come round immediately?’ I haven’t spoken to her for days and this isn’t the best time. She really is an inconsiderate hag.

  ‘We’ve made arrangements so I’ll have to decline the offer.’

  ‘Well cancel them!’ she snaps and I’m scared.

  ‘I’m not going to cancel things because you tell me to, okay!’ I say with gritted teeth.

  ‘I want you round here immediately and if you don’t, I’ll come round and drag you out!’

  ‘What’s this about?’ I ask. She’s a bully and I’m a wimp.

  ‘I’ll explain when you get here. Belle, I mean it, can you come now!’

  ‘I’m going to visit Kai’s grave,’ I say. She goes silent on the other end.

  ‘I see. Well, I expect to see you afterwards.’ She hangs up. Actually, it sounds like she has thrown the phone across the room.

  What the hell is wrong with her? I tell Beth that Joanie wants to see us. She pulls a face.

  ‘Mummy, do we have to?’ Beth asks, pleadingly.

  ‘We’ve got no choice. Joan’s acting scary. You too have to learn, Beth, in life we can’t always get our own way. Anyway, we’ll escape as soon as we can.’

  ‘She’s going to stop us, she always does!’ moans my child. ‘She’s not going to tell you off again?’

  ‘What do you mean?’ Does my child know something that I don’t?

  ‘Why do you look so worried mummy,’ she says eyeing me up suspiciously. ‘Have you done something naughty?’

  ‘No!’ I say protesting too loudly.

  ‘I don’t believe you,’ Beth replies as I put on her coat, bending down to button it up. ‘You better not upset nana.’ I can see she’s challenging me.

  ‘I won’t,’ is my breezily calm reply.

  ‘You always do.’

  We get a bus and head off to the cemetery. Beth carries the flowers. We hold hands and walk towards his grave.

  It’s a strange feeling that his remains are just beneath my feet. Beth says a little prayer and it’s at times like this I feel numb.

  ‘I miss daddy,’ Beth says holding my hand and looking up.

  ‘He’d be very proud of you.’ I look at my daughter and know life has been unfair to her already . . . with me for her mother, Joan for her nana and Kai, dead as can be.

  ‘Aren’t you going to say something, mummy?’ Beth gently asks.

  ‘I don’t think I have to say anything today. I reckon daddy knows exactly what I’m thinking, as always.’

  You know, he’s not listening to me. I don’t know where he is. I hope he’s not going to seek some revenge on me for sleeping with his mother’s lover. But then again, he did the dirt
y on me, so he’s in no position to complain. My darling, unfaithful, two faced, two timing, mummy boy for a husband. May he rest in peace … until I meet up with him again on the other side.

  We begrudgingly walk to Joan’s home.

  When we arrive, Maggie opens the door and is mumbling something. I can’t register what she’s trying to say but she whisks Beth away into the kitchen, not before ushering me into the living room. This is strange. I walk in and Joan is standing by the window then turns.

  ‘What the hell are you wearing? I’ve got guests coming!’ I’m dressed in large faded jeans, a white vest, trainers and a hooded top. I look nice and Urban, I feel.

  ‘You didn’t say to dress up and I’m not going home to change. What’s so urgent we have to drop everything and come round?’ I’m pissed off. Actually I’m hiding my guilt about screwing her lover a few weeks back so I throw myself on to her couch.

  ‘Don’t break my bloody chair!’ she yells before softening her voice. ‘How’s the grave?’

  ‘He hasn’t moved since last time.’ I don’t know what she expects me to say as I receive a filthy look. ‘It’s fine they’re looking after it.’

  ‘I need to ask you a question and I want an honest answer.’ She’s looking straight at me and my heart is beating fast. I try and smile at her but she’s dead serious.

  ‘Hal,’ she says.

  ‘What about him?’ I sit on my hands, as I know I’m going to twitch.

  ‘He told me he saw you when he was in London.’

  Bloody hell! The man’s going to land me in big shit.

  ‘Yeah,’ I calmly say with a quake in my voice.

  Oh Jesus, I don’t believe this is happening.

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ She’s moving closer and I’m sinking into the sofa.

  ‘I … ’ What am I going to say? I don’t know how to get out of this. ‘He wanted to go for a drink. Anyway I thought he’d tell you as he’s your man, isn’t he?’

  ‘Why on earth would he want to see you?’ she asks suspiciously. ‘Where did he get your number?’

  ‘From you,’ I say looking at her innocently. ‘Didn’t he ask?’

  ‘He said he was looking for a cook but I didn’t think he’d consider you,’ she laughs and shakes her head. Relief sweeps over me and I have to smile. ‘I mean I told him you’re trained but Beth makes more palatable meals than you and that’s out of mud.’

  ‘What’s the problem?’ I snap, pissed off with her dig. ‘He’s a nice guy and if he wants to hire me as a cook, then fine.’

  ‘Good grief no!’ she says sitting down opposite me. ‘I’m sure he can find someone who can actually improve the taste not completely strangle them with chillies!’

  ‘It was one occasion Joan,’ I say getting arsy, knowing she’s talking about the curry I made then slightly misjudged the amount of fresh chillies which, so she said, nearly gave her a heart attack. So you see it wasn’t all that bad and I did know what I was doing.

  ‘And that’s it? Nothing else you want to share with me?’ she asks and is staring hard.

  ‘What do you mean?’ I’m looking at my feet, scared to make eye contact. ‘Shall I go and help Maggie?’

  ‘You’re very secretive aren’t you?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘So you wouldn’t be lying for him?’

  ‘About what? I figure he shags lots of women,’ I unhelpfully say and her face looks like thunder. ‘But you’re so modern you don’t really mind, do you?’

  ‘At least I know that doesn’t include you,’ she smiles.

  Phew, that was close.

  ‘Why not?’ I shouldn’t push it but I’m not going to be put down.

  ‘Come on,’ she whispers. ‘He can get better looking prostitutes than you.’

  ‘Bugger off Joan,’ I say marching to the door. ‘For your information, he said I was pretty.’

  ‘Pretty easy, pretty lazy, pretty fat,’ she sighs and looks at me. This time she’s eyeing me up and down. ‘I wonder?’

  ‘Wonder what?’ Am I looking flushed with guilt? Who cares, she wouldn’t believe if I told her I’d shagged his brains out.

  ‘Nothing. It’s ludicrous,’ she says laughing to herself while lighting up a cigarette.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Hal likes you. He really doesn’t know you very well.’

  ‘Your point is?’

  ‘Have you forgiven me for saving the sanity of Josh?’ she smiles. ‘Or are you plotting something?’

  ‘I will never forgive you,’ I say slightly closing the door so Beth can’t hear me. ‘You made my life hell when I was married to your son and now, when I thought I’d be shot of you after he died, you’re still meddling

  ‘I’m glad I can be of help,’ she smirks.

  ‘Why do you hate me so much? If you can’t stand me why invite me round and spend time with us.’

  ‘Let me spell it out for you,’ she says.’B-E-T-H. You’re unfortunately the mother of my only grandchild so I’m stuck with you. I really hope she doesn’t inherit your screwed up attitude.’

  ‘That’s the same thing I say about you,’ I hiss before marching out to the kitchen.

  Maggie and Beth are making a mess and I sidle up to Maggie.

  ‘What’s going on?’ I whisper.

  ‘What mischief have you been up to?’ Maggie says under her breath.

  ‘Nothing!’ I look to see if Beth is listening but she’s singing along to the radio. I think the song is ‘Like a virgin’, definitely not her mother’s theme tune.

  ‘I hope you’re prepared when shit hits the fan,’ she whispers. Maggie’s expression is of a stern nurse looking at a demented patient.

  ‘What shit? It’s nothing to do with me,’ I hiss.

  ‘You’ve been sleeping with her lover.’

  ‘I was confused!’ I whisper, seeing if Beth is listening. No, she’s still engrossed in the tune.

  ‘How many times?’ Maggie’s now raising her eyebrows in concern or disgust.

  ‘First time I was drunk, okay. Not the smartest thing to do but he was offering it there… on a plate. And you know I hate waste,’ I smile seeing she knows I’m fibbing.

  ‘And in London?’ Maggie’s eyebrows are still in the middle of her forehead.

  ‘How do you know about that?’

  ‘I heard Joan talking to him.’

  ‘It’s not what you think,’ I innocently reply and am met with a massive laugh.

  ‘You fancy him, don’t you?’ she asks shaking her head. ‘I don’t believe you’re seeing Joan’s man! I thought I’d never see the day but Belle you certainly surprise me.’

  ‘It’s not a day I’m proud of. Anyway he’s married.’

  ‘And when has that stopped you recently? I know exactly what you’ve been up to young lady,’ she snaps.

  I look at Maggie and feel guilty.

  ‘I’m not taking him off her,’ I say very quietly. ‘He’s different. He’s not into long term things, especially with me so stop having a pop.’

  ‘This is not a healthy situation,’ Maggie hisses. ‘She is besotted with him, you know. I’ve worked for her for a very long time and you’re going to cause problems.’

  ‘I’m innocent,’ I protest loudly only to see Beth turn around and roll her eyes at me.

  ‘You never are,’ says Beth loudly.

  ‘See,’ Maggie smirks. ‘From the mouth of babes.’

  A few hours later Beth and I are looking as smart as possible. Joan is done up to the nines and the caterers have come in so I have been evicted from the kitchen.

  What the hell am I doing here?

  The guests arrive and Beth is being good, handing out napkins for the nibbles and everyone’s fussing over her. Joan’s face lights up, then slightly dims and I see why. Hal has walked in with a beautiful woman, absolutely stunning. She’s young and Joan looks jealous. Hoorah!

  Shit I feel sick with guilt, nerves and a teeny bit jealous.

  I can’t hide so I stay a
t the side and make sure I’m in a good position to get continuous drinks from the waiters.

  Joan looks like she’s spitting blood when she sees Hal kissing his date and I smile.

  I put Beth to bed and make up a story about a wicked woman who gets on her poor daughter in law’s nerves. This makes Beth laugh and she finally drifts off to sleep, muttering something about kittens.

  I walk back to the living room and notice Hal in the study, talking on the phone. He holds his hand out but I shake my head to reject his offer.

  I guarantee one thing Hal will never get between these lumpy thighs again.

  Oh shit!

  He pulls my arm, pushes me up against the closed door and tries to kiss me.

  ‘Get off!’ I say but he smells very nice.

  ‘Hello Belle.’ I try to push him off. ‘Fancy a quick one? I’ve got a raging horn.’ I can’t believe what he said. The presumptuous shit has his hands on my arse.

  ‘Stop it. Joan cornered me today and told me you told her we met for a drink.’

  ‘We did, didn’t we? Well what did you say?’ He’s kissing my neck. ‘Your tits look great in that vest. Why aren’t you wearing a skirt, it’d be so easy.’

  ‘She mentioned you were looking for a cook and presumed you were interviewing me.’ He’s sending shivers down my spine as he moves to my ear and I try and push him away. ‘No not there.’

  ‘You love it,’ he says, nibbling and laughing. Hal kisses me gently on the lips. He deserves a hard smack for trying it on under her nose but I can’t do it … yet. ‘Do you want the job?’

  ‘I…’ Oh what is wrong with me? ‘Joan’s in the other room.’

  ‘Did you tell her about you and me?’ he says, pushing his hips into mine.

  ‘No, shut up!’ I say. He’s a wind up merchant. ’A few shags here or there doesn’t make it worth her knowing about.’

  ‘Let’s go to the bathroom,’ he says as I try to control his wandering hands. ‘Come on. Or I can lock the door and we can do it-.’

  ‘Stop it!’ I’m trying to stop him simultaneously getting into my jeans and under my top. ‘If Joan walks in, we’re dead. Well, I’m dead and you’re a cheeky bastard. Get off, this is serious.’ I shove him back, watching him wobble at my strength. I’m deeply flattered in a warped sort of way.