My Mother in Law's Lover

by S M Mala

  ‘You’re saying one thing and your body is saying something completely different.’

  ‘Just put it down to my schizophrenic personality.’

  ‘At least you admit you’ve got one.’

  ‘Why you son of a-.’ I gasp. He’s slowly moving down and teasing me. It has been ages since I had any foreplay, let alone sex. I have to get out of this, oh, he’s moving his hand over my stomach and has gently stroked by pubic bone again down to my thigh. Control, I need complete control.

  I really do fancy a screw though.

  If I let this happen Joan will know it’s an open threesome.

  ‘Tell me something?’ I ask. ‘Has Joan put you up to this?’

  ‘She doesn’t mind,’ he replies, now kissing me back up to my neck. Oh, that feels really nice. I bite my lip to hide the look of pleasure on my face. ‘I knew it.’

  ‘What?’ I say, frowning to hide my lustful expression.

  ‘You’ll see.’ He places his mouth on mine and I won’t, I shan’t respond. No, no, don’t do this. I feel my lips starting to part and before I know it our tongues have touched. My trail of thought has gone as my hips automatically lift up, his hand gently moves down to the throb between my legs. Then, he gently manoeuvres his hand to my knickers and I know exactly what he’s going to do. Hal has a deft touch.

  Oh my lord, only he can go in for the kill at the… Oh my, oh my, he’s gently teasing me and … lordy, oh lord!

  ‘I… I…’ I don’t know how to say ‘no’ because I’m beginning to feel something there.

  He quickly stops to pull my trousers and knickers down then continues where he left off. I bet the man played the piano. He’s good with his hands. I’m going to… yes… I think I’m going to-.

  I’m having the best orgasm ever!

  He stops kissing me and slowly massages my rather damp patch.

  ‘Shit,’ I say, gasping. I’m breathless and trying to compose myself, which is hard with your wrists handcuffed to a bed, knickers round your ankles and post orgasm.

  Lucky old me!

  His lips gently skim my mouth as he looks into my eyes and he travels down to my breasts, fondling me gently. I can’t hear anything other than my panting. Then I hear the zip of his trousers.

  ‘Be safe,’ I sigh.

  ‘I’m prepared,’ and he makes me yelp pleasure.

  The man has brought the colour to my cheeks and I need a lasting glow. Hal wraps my legs around his waist and moves slowly inside me before picking up speed.

  Lust is taking me over and I can’t stop it. The roughness of his jeans against my inside thigh is turning me on and I defy myself and hit orgasm number two.

  Hal shudders and nuzzles in my neck as he groans out something, then looks at me. I see his face contort beautifully with pleasure as he puts his mouth over mine. Our tongues entwine.

  Collapsing gently, he breathes heavily and nuzzles into my neck. Silently, he gets up and returns with tissues, wiping my sodden crotch and lovingly puts my knickers and trousers back on.

  He reaches up and undoes the handcuffs. I lay there for a moment, trying to think. The thing is sex with Hal is so basically … amazing!

  I quickly jolt up and scuttle off the bed. I feel dizzy. I’m in shock but I loved every second of it. Hal’s on his back, smiling and doing his trousers up.

  ‘That was a sexual assault, you do know that?’ I say, straightening up myself and trying to fan myself down. I’m so hot I think I’m going to combust.

  ‘You feel fantastic. How was it for you?’ He’s now lying back on the bed looking at me, resting on his elbows.

  ‘What do you want from me?’ I ask, feeling my cold, wet knickers. Not a nice sensation.

  ‘I want to see you.’

  ‘Ever since I met you, it’s been nothing but trouble.’ I don’t believe it. He’s laughing. ‘What’s so funny?’

  ‘You.’

  ‘You, Joan and me is completely stupid and I…’ I’m speechless. ‘Forget it!’

  I run back to my room and head for the bathroom, glancing in the mirror.

  You know what?

  He has made me look very pretty. I’m a lucky woman today! Or maybe a dead one depending on how the mother in law takes the news.

  Beth is excited on her return. She’s full of news and all things splendid.

  ‘Belle, it was just funny. And the naughty boy Brandon tried to push me this morning but Uncle Hal told him to leave me alone.’

  ‘Can’t you call me mummy?’ I say, laying on the bed, listening to her chatter, the events of the afternoon still going through my head. ‘What was Hal doing with you this morning?’

  ‘He came to say hello,’ she says, trying to pull off her jacket so unsuccessfully, I have to get up to help my scatter brained child. She shrugs me off. ‘I can do it! Uncle Hal said-.’

  ‘He’s not your Uncle, Beth, just call him Hal,’ I tell her, sitting back on the bed as she jumps on with my help.

  ‘He told me that’s what I should call him. I love him.’ As she says this, her head bends to one side and she has a dreamy look in her eye. I don’t know what to say to that. I hope he’s not trying to seduce my daughter!

  We decide to have a quick nap and as I drop off to sleep, cuddling my girl, all I can think about is Hal. Then a picture of Joan’s cat’s arse face comes flashing into my head.

  That’s enough to put anyone off sex, for life.

  The children have been asked to join us for dinner and Beth accompanies me. It may be a late night for her. She looks pretty as a picture as we walk down the stairs and I see Hal is talking to yet another lovely woman. He looks up and smiles as we make our descent. Beth waves while I decide to ignore him.

  Dinner is good fun and eventually, and I mean eventually, Beth is so tired from laughing she starts to fade at the table so I do the honours and take her to bed. It’s a welcome break from avoiding eye contact with Hal who isn’t actually making any with me. I feel I bit pissed off to be honest.

  I go back downstairs after tucking my baby in then bump into Jenny.

  ‘How are you this evening?’ she asks, smiling brightly.

  ‘I’m fine, thank you.’ My eyes dart around for Hal.

  ‘I didn’t mean to upset you last night,’ she sheepishly says.

  ‘No, that’s fine, you didn’t.’

  That seems like a long time ago now. If only she knew what happened this afternoon.

  ‘I was bemused by Joan’s comment,’ I continue. ‘And it is a rumour as I’ve never-.’

  ‘No, of course not,’ she says knowing I’m lying. ‘Joan has a strange sense of humour.’

  ‘How long have you known her?’

  ‘Forever,’ laughs Jenny.

  ‘I’ve never met you before that day round Hal’s,’ I say. ‘How comes?’

  ‘She likes to keep things close to her chest, even her friends,’ smiles Jenny sympathetically. ‘That’s just the way she is.’

  ‘She’s certainly secretive,’ I say seeing Hal walking over to us, grinning at Jenny, then her expression changes for a split second and she narrows her eyes at me, in a very similar way to Joan.

  ‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ he asks and puts a friendly arm around her shoulders before kissing her on the cheek

  ‘Yes,’ she replies then turns to face him before tapping his cheeks. ‘Are you?’

  ‘You know how it is,’ he smiles.

  ‘Oh I do,’ she says glancing at me then back at him. ‘You be careful, Hal.’

  ‘I always am,’ he says, his smile fading.

  ‘We’ll see,’ she says, tapping his cheek then walking off.

  ‘What was that about?’ I ask seeing he’s smiling to himself.

  ‘Jenny’s always looking out for me,’ he replies making eye contact with me for the first time this evening.

  ‘Is she one of your shared interests?’ I ask looking at her walking away.

  ‘You ask too many questions. Come with me.’ He shuffles me out of
the room, grabs a coat and takes me outside.

  ‘It’s a bit nippy!’ I’m shivering as he puts the coat around my shoulders.

  ‘I want to talk to you,’ he announces then marches off.

  ‘Hold on!’ I shout while I try to keep up with him. I walk across the grass, the heels of my shoes getting stuck, making it impossible to walk faster. I eventually find him propped up against a tree. ‘What do you want to talk to me about? We could have done this inside you know.’

  ‘Agree to see me. Tell Joan tomorrow you’ll do it.’

  ‘I don’t do stuff at the click of your fingers.’ I look at him and he smiles.

  We both know what I did this afternoon at the end of his digits and digit.

  ‘Please,’ he says earnestly.

  ‘Let’s go back in before my tits freeze off.’ ‘I’ll keep them warm,’ he says. I stand there in amazement.

  ‘You’ll what?’

  He bends down and puts his arms around my back and pulls me to him before smothering my mouth with his. The man kisses so well and it’s very romantic.

  ‘It’s a beautiful night,’ he says pushing his groin against mine and I can feel he’s solid as a rock.

  Lust, it’s bloody dangerous!

  ‘You feel lovely,’ I say and kiss him harder. I can feel his breathing getting heavier. He’s pushing up my dress. What on earth is he doing?

  ‘We could do it here if you want?’ he says.

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I say, trying to push my dress down. ‘Someone might come along.’

  ‘One minute you don’t want to know and the next you’re up for anything.’

  ‘I wasn’t up for anything this afternoon. You were making me-.’

  ‘And you wanted it just as much as me. I could tell.’ Hal walks closer and pushes me back up against the tree, this time pulling up my dress. The cold air is chilling my bits.

  ‘Don’t tell Joan what happened this afternoon,’ I say letting him stroke my thigh.

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘I don’t want to get more involved with her than I have to.’

  ‘So you’re not going to consider the split?’ he says looking upset.

  ‘You can’t be serious?’ He narrows his eyes and doesn’t seem impressed while mulling something over.

  ‘It’ll be good for you,’ he seriously says.

  ‘How? Sleeping with my mother in law’s lover in an open routine? I think we should go back,’ I say but his hand strokes my thigh again and slowly gets to my knickers. ‘Hal!’ I slap him hard on the hand.

  What does he take me for?

  ‘Fine!’ he snaps then walks off back to the house and I’m left now joined to some bark.

  ‘Sorry!’ I shout out and quickly rearrange my clothing. ‘You’re screwing Joan.’

  ‘And?’ he says turning to look at me as I walk up to him.

  ‘She doesn’t like anything to do with me and-.’

  ‘Think outside the box,’ he sighs stepping closer.

  ‘The thing is this is about you putting it in my box,’ I honestly reply.

  He’s smiling again. Hal plants a smacker on my mouth and I can feel his tongue gently touching my lips.

  ‘It’s not wrong,’ he pulls away and holds my hand.

  ‘Well you don’t read about arrangements like this in the ‘true story’ sections of the weekly magazines?’

  ‘It happens though. Follow me gorgeous.’

  ‘Where to?’

  ‘After dinner treat,’ he laughs.

  He holds my hand and it’s really romantic. Hal keeps looking at me and smiling. This is sweet.

  Then he stops at something that looks like a stone hut or should I call it a shed. There was I thinking he was wooing me and he wants to get lucky with any old tart. Well, lucky me then!

  ‘Am I the first one for the evening?’ I ask. Hal opens the door and waits for me to walk in. ‘It’s an old toilet?’

  ‘No, it’s a workman’s hut and it’s very clean.’

  ‘Pure class,’ I say trying to hide my slight disgust. ‘Are there any spiders in there?’

  ‘Don’t be a wimp,’ he says and pushes me in.

  Within moments he’s trying to take my dress off but I sink to my knees and undo his fly and search for his … do I need to explain? I think I owe him something, if only because he’s willing to have sex with me again . . . and I really should count my blessings.

  I’m sucking and nibbling waiting for him to, yes he’s groaning from my lips, while moving it in my mouth. Better pull away as I might swallow more than I can chew and then I’ll end up bringing up my dinner.

  He bends over, yanks me up and removes my clothes then quickly sinks to his knees and kisses my triangle of fluff.

  ‘I’m so pleased you came this weekend,’ he says with a mouthful. I stand there starkers trying to unsuccessfully suck my stomach in.

  ‘Yeah, yeah!’ He’s full of shit, actually from where I’m standing he’s full of my muff and I love it. I’m not self-conscious because I’ve had a few drinks plus the remains of yesterday’s alcohol. He gets up quickly and grabs me.

  I’m now being pushed against a wall and he puts his protection on then squeezes me in between him and the brick work. He raises my thigh and starts fumbling between my legs. I can feel him checking to see if I’m ready but I don’t think it matters too much because he pushes himself inside and I feel my knees buckle as he yanks me up.

  I wrap my legs around his back (I’ve managed to prop half my arse up within a dent on the wall) and he’s holding me up by the buttocks. Gee whizz, he’s good and I want him to bang me hard. Before long, I’m yelling out loudly (the wall is digging into my arse and back, boy, does it hurt). We finish, rapidly.

  ‘That was amazing,’ I say. I feel like half my bottom has been scraped off and pat it gently. He walks me to a blanket on the floor.

  ‘Is that clean?’ I ask before I sit down. I am met with a laugh.

  He gently pulls me down then smiles before kissing all down my body and turns me over. He’s massaging my back and placing tiny kisses down my spine.

  ‘I’m going to abuse your body for the rest of the night,’ he smiles.

  I’m a lucky girl!

  An hour later we’re still in the hut. I swore I saw a mouse but Hal laughed at me. He’s propped on his elbow smiling.

  ‘You’re not my usual type,’ he suddenly says and kisses my forehead.

  ‘And you’re not mine,’ I say, slightly put out by the comment. ‘You’re used to open minded women and I’m boring and monogamous.’

  ‘That’s why I like you. You don’t even pretend to be a modern, do you?’ he smiles.

  ‘I’m modern with morals.’

  ‘Really?’ He leans down and kisses my mouth gently then pulls me closer. ‘Let me make you happy.’

  ‘I keep sleeping with you and it’s getting me into big shit,’ I honestly say. ‘And there’s Joan.’

  ‘You’re like a scratched record,’ he butts in. ‘I love having sex with you.’

  ‘That’s nice,’ I say, smiling at him. He’s a very sexy man.

  ‘Hal,’ I say, snuggling up to him.

  ‘Okay, I’m going to dread saying this. Yes Belle?’

  ‘Why are you putting strange ideas in to Joan’s head about seeing me?’

  ‘It would be you or someone else, to be honest. I’m not that fussed.’

  ‘Pardon?’ Blimey, did I hear just right then? He’s not fussed with moi! Cheeky sod!

  ‘I was joking,’ he says pretending to punch my arm as if he’s being funny.

  ‘You do this a lot then?’ I say trying to look cool about it but knowing my face has turned to stone then I punch him back. ‘Screwing around?’

  ‘I don’t screw around, as you so politely put it,’ he sighs and pushes the hair off my face. ‘Currently I’m having sex with someone I really like, who just happens to be Joan’s daughter in law.’

  ‘You’re not having sex with me,’ I a
dd. ‘You had sex with me.’

  ‘You like me, it’s pretty obvious,’ he says sighing as if it’s a natural thing for all women to do.

  ‘You think?’

  ‘I know. Go on, swallow that massive pride of yours and tell me you’re so tempted to continue seeing me knowing full well I’m Joan’s long term lover.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘I’m not good at one to one relationships.’

  ‘Have I asked you to marry me?’ I say. Admittedly there were a few flash frames coming in at the beginning when I first bonked him but it has all changed.

  ‘But that’s what you want Belle, isn’t it? All happy ever after and I tell you now, it doesn’t happen.’

  ‘It does.’

  ‘Have you experienced it?’ He has got me stumped there. I make a move to get up but he’s holding on fast. ‘Say you’ll think about it. When I’m in town I’ll spend a little time with you.’

  ‘How little?’

  Why am I asking?

  ‘Enough to keep you both happy?’ he sighs.

  ‘You know Joan’s in love with you.’

  ‘As long as you aren’t then we’ll be fine,’ he smiles.’

  ‘That’s one thing you can be certain on. I’m definitely not going to fall for your shit.’

  ‘Let me tell you something,’ he says gently looking into my eyes.

  ‘As long as it’s nothing to make me feel any worse than I already do,’ I sigh

  ‘I think we could have a lot of fun together,’ he says.

  ‘You said already.’ There’s nothing he could say to convince me.

  ‘And I sort of love you a little bit already.’

  Then again, maybe there is.

  Fifteen

  ‘This is nice,’ Joan says glancing at the waiter who eagerly rushes over to fill her glass.

  ‘I’m not sure,’ I say looking at my empty glass.

  ‘Belle, you have to open your eyes to life and I think that’s where you’ve gone totally wrong. You live in this romantic mist that we should all fall in love and be happy but life isn’t like that,’ she says.

  ‘Hal’s told me this too but I know you love him so you’re talking crap,’ I add. She’s examining my face closely. ‘What are you looking at?’

  ‘Nothing,’ she says sitting back in her chair and shaking her head. ‘Are you willing to partake in my proposal?’