In The Name Of Love
Jendai Rilbury
Copyright © 2012. Power Business Publishing.
All Rights Reserved.
The right of Jendai Rilbury to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
First Published in Great Britain in 2012
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PREFACE
Grant is a typical young man living in England during the 1960's. He's happily married to his pretty wife, April, but has a roving eye and at times sexual urges he cannot control.
The novel tells the story of this young couple who – in the name of love – give their affections and sexual favours to another, older couple.
April just wants to settle down and start a family with her husband, and when a man more than twice her age makes some exciting promises, she is unable to resist his advances.
Grant finds he's attracted to a number of women, and in trying to satify their desires and his sexual urges he encounters some difficult moments.
You will find this an interesting story to read and the plot btween the pages is interwoven with some interesting action between the sheets. You won't be disappointed...
Author's Bibliography
Erotic Romance Novels from bestselling author, Jendai Rilbury:
1. Her Gift Of Love
2. Love Is On The Rocks
3. Her Fall From Grace
4. In The Name Of Love
5. She's No Angel
6. Her Happy Nude Year!
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If you enjoyed this novel from Jendai Rilbury, you will love his second novel: Love is on the Rocks.
Bill Beckett has inherited the family business, which he dislikes, and wants to sell it. He and his beautiful young wife, Joan, are unhappy living and working in London during the mid-1950's, and want relax in the peace and quiet of the Devonshire countryside.
He quickly accepts a generous offer for the business; a seemingly magnificent sum of money that will put them both on 'easy street' for the rest of their lives. However, when he and Joan travel north on the Flying Scotsman to Scotland, their troubles start. Their happy marriage of seven years quickly falls apart.
The overbearing wife of a wealthy executive seduces Bill, and in retaliation, Joan quickly finds comfort in the arms of a handsome young man. Unfortunately, both liaisons soon turn sour and it is not only their marriage on the rocks. The young couple find their lives turned completely upside down; while Bill becomes a pawn for two harridans to squabble over, Joan's new lover returns to London and leaves her in the evil clutches of another man.
Love is on the rocks, romance is out of the window, and sex, lust, and powerful lovemaking fills their lives for many days and nights.
Tragedy strikes hard and death is the surprise visitor that ends much of this hectic activity between the sheets. Joan unwittingly starts a new life as the mistress of the very person who has masterminded the greedy plan that brought the turmoil into her life, and then agrees to let him control her business and financial future. Life becomes a series of ups-and-downs for Joan, before true romance eventually returns to her heart.
CONTENTS
PREFACE
Author's Bibliography
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 33
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER 1
Grant admired the receptionist's long legs once again, as he followed her into the manager's office and made a mental reminder to get her name on the way out. This was his last call of the day, and as it was a new prospect he did not expect it to last very long.
Once again he was wrong, because although the prospect was not interested in listening to Grant introduce his new pension plan for employees; he was most keen to chat about anything but business. So it was after five o'clock when he managed to escape the boring man, and to his dismay the beautiful girl had left.
When he came out of the building, it was pouring with rain and the young woman was sheltering under the canopy.
"Doesn't look as if it's going to stop very soon," he said, nodding up at the black clouds overhead.
She shook her head and said, "No, and I'm going to get soaked getting to the bus stop, and then I'll have to wait. The buses are always crowded when it rains and you can't get on."
Grant wasn't going to let that opening slip by, and he said, "Wait there while I get my car and I'll give you a lift to the bus stop." Without waiting for a response, he ran across the short car park to his car, and quickly started it and drove over to the entrance.
"Jump in," he said, holding open the passenger door.
Showing more leg than was necessary as she scrambled into the car, she smiled at him and said, "Thanks, Grant; this is very kind of you."
"How do you know my name?"
"You gave me your business card, when you arrived, silly!"
"And your name is..."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. My name is Janice."
He held out his hand, which she shook as he said, "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Janice, but the weather could have been better for our first date!"
She giggled, but said nothing, so encouraged he said, "Whereabouts do you live?"
"Mount Street, in Wilmslow, but I can get the bus..."
Cutting her short he said, "Nonsense, I can't have a pretty girl standing in the rain, when I'm going in the same direction." He set the car in motion and as he drove onto the main road, he was pleased to note she was not staring out the window, but half-turned in his direction and looking at him.
When they were stopped at the traffic lights, he reached over and took her left hand and said, "No rings, so you're not married then?"
"Of course not, I'm only just turned twenty and don't want to get married yet."
"What does your boyfriend say about that?"
"Cheeky! What makes you think I have a boyfriend?"
"Well, a beautiful young woman with the best legs in Cheshire has to have a lot of lads after her," he said, nodding at her long legs with her dress still hitched above her knees from the scramble into the car.
She struggled to adjust her clothing as she said, "I saw you looking at my legs back in the office."
"Well, they're worth looking at, I can tell you."
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she said with a giggle, but obviously pleased with his observation. She primped her hair and said, "Do yo
u have a girlfriend?"
He took hold of her hand, gave it a squeeze and said, "I don't know – do I?"
"Ooh, you are forward. There, turn right over there – that's Mount Street."
"Sorry, almost missed it," he said, smiling at her oval face framed with her shoulder length brown hair. "What number is it?"
"Twenty-seven; it's that one just past the tree. Turn into the driveway, please, there's nobody home."
"You don't live by yourself then?"
"With my Mom and Dad, but they're away for a week. Down in Devon, visiting my Aunty Doris – lucky beggars."
"Why didn't you go with them?"
"Because old misery-guts back at the office wouldn't give me another week off work. Are you coming in for a cup of tea?"
He didn't need a second invitation and was out the door in a flash and round the car to open the passenger door for Janice.
"Thanks, you are a love. I hate getting wet," she said, running to the front porch.
Once inside the house, she slipped off her wet coat and hung it with the other coats on the wall behind the door. Kicking her damp shoes off she said, "Better take your shoes off, or we'll have mud all over the place."
He put his shoes alongside hers and when he stood up she eased closer to him, lifting her face towards his with an expectant look. She smelt damp and sexy, and her makeup was streaked by the rain, but he was exhilarated by her attitude and took her in his arms.
As he wrapped his arms around her slender body, she seemed to melt into him with her arms going around his neck as she pulled his head down to hers. Their lips touched; the kiss was soft and lingering for a few seconds and then her tongue darted into his mouth and their passions rose as their mouths opened.
His hands explored her soft body and narrow waist until he reached her firm arse. Grabbing a buttock in each hand he squeezed and pulled her onto his hardening penis.
She pulled her mouth away from his for a second, turned her head at an angle as she looked at him, and then freeing her body from his grasp she took his hand and said, "Come with me..." as she ran up the stairs.
He followed her up the stairs, across the landing and into her bedroom. He went to take her in her arms again, but she was already slipping off her dress, so he undressed with equal speed. In about fifteen seconds they stood naked before each other and then throwing back the covers she said, "Last one in bed goes on top," and she scrambled to get in first.
Grabbing her leg, he tried to pull her back, but her other leg kicked him in the stomach and then she was gone deep under the covers. He followed her in, but she wriggled away and he could hear her muffled giggling as he finally wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.
The touch of her cool skin on his was exciting, and the soft pressure of her breasts on his chest brought waves of lust and desire surging through his body. Their lips joined together once more, and again she led the way with her tongue, which darted in and out of his mouth, twisting and turning, licking and caressing.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her body before him while her hands reached down and found his cock, what was now hard and ready for her body. Her fingers stroked it from the round tip all the way down to his testicles, which she cupped with one hand.
When he climbed between her open legs she said, "Grant, will you do something special for me?"
At this particular point, he wasn't going to refuse her anything, because he had one thing in mind and that was to sink his cock deep into her body and fuck her something rotten. He said, "Anything my sweet darling..."
"I want you to kiss me down there. I've heard some of the married girls at work talking about it, and I want you to be the first."
His reply was to kiss her softly on the mouth, then her chin and neck. As he eased his body down the bed, he kissed her breasts, playing with her soft nipples until each one hardened. His tongue tickled her belly-button, making her wriggle with delight, and then he was over her pubic mound, kissing and caressing the soft hair.
The taste and smell of her body was intoxicating, so fresh and inviting, yet mysterious and unexplored. His tongue found her tiny clit, and he took it between his lips and nibbled on it until it hardened. Greater treasures beckoned, and as his fingers spread open the lips to her vagina his cock twitched in anticipation, so he wasted no more time.
With extended tongue he slowly eased it into the soft opening, licking and caressing, sucking and tasting her sweet juices. His hands slipped under her buttocks, pulling her body onto his face and allowing his tongue to delve deeper into the unknown. He felt hot juices squirt onto his twisting tongue as he licked and pushed into every little crevice, and her twitching body went limp.
Judging it was now the right time he eased his chest back over her supine body and brought his penis towards her waiting pussy. With one hand he guided the tip between the flanges of her labia and then with one strong move he thrust it deep into her waiting body.
"Ooh Grant, that feels fantastic," she breathed, reaching up to stroke his face and pull his lips back onto hers. "Make sure you pull away, darling, don't come inside – will you."
His reply was to kiss her hard on the lips and pump his hard cock in and out of her vagina, now smooth from their juices and making passage a sheer pleasure.
She sighed with pleasure and wrapped her arms around his body, holding him close as their lower bodies moved in unison. The pace increased as waves of desire swept through him, and despite wishing to hold back and let the fucking continue for longer, he knew the decision was no longer his to make.
His cock was on a mission. He'd had no sex for weeks, as his wife had banished him to the spare room, and he had a lot of dirty water to get off his chest. Nothing could stop the urgent thrusting as the first burning pressures of an orgasm started their inexorable journey from deep within his body.
He was thrashing about like a mad man, his cock ramming in and out of her body like the piston on a steam engine until with an unstoppable rush his orgasm shot through his loins down his long cock to end its journey splashing on the walls of her vagina.
His spent body collapsed on hers for a second, but her strong arms rolled him off as she screamed, "You sod, you've come, haven't you?"
Without waiting for an answer she slid off the bed, cupping one hand between her legs to stop the semen from leaving tell-tale splashes, and rushed from the bedroom. She shouted over her shoulder as she left the room, "Just you wait ‘till I come back from the bathroom and you'll get more than the length of my tongue!"
The moment the bathroom door slammed shut, Grant sprang into action and dressed in record time. He crept passed the bathroom door and was almost at the bottom of the stairs when he slipped and tumbled the final steps on his bottom, making a loud clatter as his foot rattled the balustrade rails.
The bathroom door opened and a naked Janice stood at the top of the stairs. She shouted down at him as he slipped on his shoes. "You bastard; you rotten swine, how dare you? A two-minute fuck and leave all your rubbish behind, then home to the wife and kids – I'll bet."
He didn't bother to reply. In any case, it was too near the truth. The only thing she got wrong was the bit about kids. The car started first time, for a change, and he reversed out the driveway and was down the road faster than Stirling Moss at Le Mans.
There was no guilt on his mind as he made his way back towards Leeds, just a smile of satisfaction at the pleasure he'd just enjoyed.
Fate, however, has a way of balancing the scales of justice.
CHAPTER 2
Joyce Worthington pushed a stray curl beneath her feathered green hat, which was purchased from John Lewis to match her green tweed suit. Expensive clothes and accessories, and regular visits to the beauty salon enabled her to look very much younger than her 47-years, despite her thickening figure. She looked at the clock above the receptionist's desk once again, and checked the time against the jewelled watch left to her by her mother.
"It's almost ten minutes p
ast three; can you call Mr. Worthington once more, please," she said in the tone she reserved for people she considered beneath her social station.
The outer office door opened and Miss Bainbridge entered, looking as gaunt as ever and giving Joyce just a cursory nod before sitting down in a vacant chair on the other side of the room. She was followed by Cyril Worthington, who managed to trip over his own feet as he approached his wife.
"Just look at you, Cyril, your suit is all crumpled and please fasten your waistcoat buttons," Joyce whispered in a bossy tone.
Cyril ignored her comments as he sat his large, gangly frame down, and looked across the room at the mature secretary snuggled behind her enormous desk covered with mountainous piles of folders crammed with documents, he said, "Is Graham ready for us yet, Betty?"
"I think he was just waiting for you to arrive," she said, picking up her intercom phone and pressing a button. "Hello sir, they're all here now." She put down the phone and forcing a smile said, "You may go in now."
Joyce was fast on her feet, but Beryl Bainbridge was quicker and pushed past her to enter the office first and take the seat by the side of the Department Head's desk. Joyce ignored her smug smile and shook hands with Graham Baines, before taking her seat alongside her husband.
"Thank you for coming along this afternoon, Mrs. Worthington, but the matter is quite important," said Graham, giving both Cyril and Joyce his most serious look. They'd had dinner together and then played whist on many a Saturday evening, and were on first name terms. It was obvious to Joyce that he was pained by the reason for this meeting.
She nodded to him, and thought it best to not respond, but let him continue without interruption. The sooner it was over, the better for all concerned.
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