In The Name Of Love

by Rilbury, Jendai

  Turning his body to face the mirror, he flexed his muscles and made a few poses as he admired his still trim figure. He was still only 29, but knew of many blokes a similar age whose bodies had started to get soft and flabby. He looked at his dangling penis in the mirror and used muscle power to shake it about, and then he stopped as his reflection in the mirror seemed to recede.

  His heart was pounding in his ears, but then he realised the mirror was on a hinge and was acting like a door. When it disappeared against an inner wall he saw a shape standing in the dark recess the mirror had revealed. The shape moved towards him until the bedroom light revealed Joyce walking towards him.

  She was wearing a silk dressing gown that swung open to reveal her naked body as she neared him. "Hello darling, I'm pleased to see you were expecting me!"

  He managed a faint, "Hello," before Joyce took his hand and said, "Come with me darling, my bed is larger than this one, as no doubt you remember."

  CHAPTER 11

  Grant was very bleary-eyed at breakfast the next morning, but as he ate alone, except for a fleeting visit from April, he did not have to exert himself with conversation. April popped down for a cup of tea and to remind Grant to call around at her mother's for their clothes in the late afternoon. He just nodded, and continued to sort out the papers in his briefcase ready for the meeting in less than 90-minutes time.

  He was very nervous about the meeting, but needn't have been, because everything went like clockwork. The assistant manager from the Head Office in Manchester met him in Oldham, and they concluded the paperwork in time for a late lunch at a nearby pub. The manager insisted that Grant return to the office with him, as the senior manager wished to congratulate him in person on the excellent sale.

  So, it was after 4:00 p.m. when he finally set off for Leeds to collect their clothes and personal effects. The traffic was very bad, making the journey take well over an hour, so he was quite exhausted by the time he parked the car outside his mother-in-laws house and trudged up the path to her front door.

  It wasn't so much the driving, or the insurance work that had tired him, but the long hours satisfying Joyce's desires for most of the night. She told him it had been too many years since she'd had sex, and it was his job to make up for all the lost time. At first he was quite enthusiastic, because despite her middle age, her full body had lost none of its enthusiasm and vigour, and she kept him busy until he fell asleep in her arms in the small hours of the morning.

  As he waited for Edna to open the door, he turned to survey the drab street, glistening in the soft evening rain, and he was glad to be moving to one of the leafy suburbs of Stockport.

  "Come in dear, you'll get soaked in that rain," said Edna, holding open the front door.

  "Aw, it's only a spot of drizzle, which will be gone in no time."

  "I don't think so, there's heavy rain forecast," she said, closing the door, and leading the way into the kitchen. "I've got some shepherd's pie in the oven, and it should be ready about now. I expect you're quite hungry."

  The smell of hot food that wafted over him when he entered the kitchen, gave him an instant appetite. "Great, I'm starving and that smells delicious."

  Edna brought out a large bottle of beer from the fridge, "Get this inside you, while I dish up the dinner. I know you love a drink with your dinner, but April moaned if I gave you one, so the fridge is full of it."

  Grant filled his glass and emptied it in a few seconds, and was half-way down his second glass by the time she slipped a heaped plate of shepherd's pie before him.

  "I'm going to be ever so upset to see you leave—I don't really know why you're going."

  "We don't want to leave, but my new job with Granite is in Stockport, and it's just too far to drive each day. Not only is it wearing out the car, but April and I are both exhausted with the constant driving in heavy traffic."

  "I started to get your things together, but then Mrs. Evans popped in for a cup of tea, and by the time she left it was lunch. After that I had to go to the shops, and then it was time to get the dinner on. I just don't know where the day has gone."

  "So, what you're telling me, Edna, is that you haven't packed out things yet?"

  "I'm sorry, I'll go and do it now," she said, starting to stand up.

  "Don't be so daft, it will only take me a few minutes to throw our clothes in the cases, and stuff the rest in those old boxes in the attic. So, sit down and eat your dinner before it goes cold."

  They ate in relative silence after that, but Grant felt her eyes on him during the meal, and it made him quite uncomfortable. She was a pleasant enough person, and he'd enjoyed her company when April was around to keep order, but without his wife there it felt strange. He scraped his plate clean, refused second helpings, and picking up his glass he said, "I'll just go in the front room and watch TV for a bit, to let my dinner settle, and then I will pack."

  She passed him another bottle of beer and said, "Well take this with you then, and it'll save me running in with it when that glass is empty. I'll wash up and bring in a coffee, later."

  Grant chuckled and went into the sitting room, turned on the television and sank into his favourite chair. He always felt comfortable in this room, which was warm and cosy with its dated furniture and old sailing prints on the wall. It settled around him like an old jacket, and he kicked off his shoes, put his feet up on the pouffe, and poured more beer into his glass.

  Ten minutes after finishing his beer he fell asleep.

  -o-

  Joyce came into the room, and said to April, sitting on the sofa watching TV with Cyril, "It's your mother on the phone; she wishes to speak with you."

  April sat on the chair in the hall and picked up the receiver. "Hello Mom, has he left?"

  "No dear, that's why I'm phoning you. He's fallen asleep on the sofa, and I've given him a shake, but he's in such a deep sleep it seems a shame to wake him."

  "Is the packing finished?"

  "Well, not exactly…and it's raining cats and dogs outside."

  "What's that got to do with the packing?"

  "Well, nothing really, but with him being so tired, it doesn't make sense to drive that old car in the dark in this dreadful rain."

  "Oh, alright, let him sleep for a bit and make sure he packs the cases before he goes to bed. Then in the morning he can get an early start. I want my things here so I can unpack and settle in. I'm going out with Joyce in the afternoon, so don't let him be late."

  "I won't, don't worry, I'll have him on his way bright and early."

  April put the phone down, and a smile came over her face as she walked back into the sitting room. She'd enjoyed a great day with Joyce, and now had a pleasant evening ahead with her and Cyril. The last thing she wanted to think about was her husband, or her mother, and she soon put them both out of her head.

  "Did I miss anything?" she said to Cyril as she settled down beside him on the sofa.

  "No, only some adverts."

  "You do like to watch TV, don't you?" said Joyce, with a warm smile.

  "These programmes are better than watching the boring documentaries that Grant is always staring at. By the way, he's fallen asleep watching TV, so won't be back until the morning," she said, hiding her surprise at the crestfallen look that came over Joyce's face. "That's interesting, why is she disappointed about that? Perhaps there's something I'm missing…" Pushing the thought from her head, she gave a shrug and moved closer to Cyril as the programme started again.

  -o-

  Grant felt somebody shaking him and he opened his eyes to see Edna standing before him. "Come on sleepy head, it's past ten, and you'd better get a good night's sleep. April wants you away early in the morning."

  "Oh, thanks for waking me, Edna; I was dead to the world."

  "I guess you've been very busy, lately."

  "You've no idea how busy—thank goodness!" He looked up at Edna's worried face and patted her hand, "Don't worry yourself, girl, I'm okay. Just bring me up a coffee, w
hile I go and sort out my things."

  He watched her buxom figure disappear into the kitchen, and as he climbed the stairs he marvelled at how there was only ten or eleven years difference in their ages, yet she seemed so much older. Perhaps it was just because since her husband died down the pits some ten years ago, she'd been too busy bringing up April and trying to get food on the table to care about her appearance.

  She was about the same height as April, but that was all they had in common. Her body had filled out even in the two years Grant had known her, but her smiling round face was without wrinkles and she wore little makeup. Tonight her shoulder-length brown hair bounced as she walked, and he guessed she was pleased to have his company, even though he'd been asleep most of the evening.

  He took off his jacket and flung it on the chair, and then emptied the two wardrobes onto the bed, before sorting out the clothes into different piles. He took down the two suitcases from their place on top of the wardrobes, and then spent the next ten minutes cleaning off the dust and trying to get them more presentable.

  He then emptied the drawers and the dressing table, and when he saw the massive piles of clothing on the bed he realised it there was too much for just these cases.

  Edna brought him a coffee, and said, "I'll use the bathroom first, because by the look of the dust on you, you'll use up all the hot water."

  "Yes, and I'm just off into the attic for some boxes. God knows what I'll look like when I come down."

  "I'll run a bath for you, then."

  "Okay, that will be great." He watched her turn to smile at him before she left the room, and he then guzzled down the coffee before going up into the attic. When he came down with an arm full of cardboard boxes, he was dusty and smothered with cobwebs. He took a look at the dirt on his hands, and realised he couldn't pack the clothes until he cleaned up, so he just wiped down the boxes until later.

  Edna came out of the bathroom wrapped up in her dressing gown and said, "There's a hot bath waiting for you, so get in there now, before it starts to cool."

  "Thanks, that's just what I need right now," he said, turning off the bedroom light and going into the bathroom. He knew how Edna hated lights left on in empty rooms, worrying about the wasted electricity and her large bills, so he tried to keep her happy. He shook his dusty clothes, then realised there was a room full of clean ones next door, so he folded them to slip in a box.

  The bath water was just right, and he sank deep into the water until his whole body was covered. Drying himself some ten minutes later, he realised he'd not brought his clean clothes with him, and he couldn't put the soiled ones back on.

  He wrapped the towel around his waist, wishing it was one of the large bath towels, but there were none in the room. Leaving the bundle of soiled clothes on the stool for morning, he crept from the bathroom to find the landing in darkness.

  "Damn woman, why can't she at least leave a small light on?" He walked into the general direction of his bedroom, staring into the gloom, when the door to Edna's room behind him opened, and a splash of light showed him the way.

  "Here, let me put on the light for you," said Edna, pushing past him to open his bedroom door and turn on the light.

  They stood just inside the room staring at the heaped up pile of clothing and personal effects on the bed, neither of them speaking.

  Edna switched off the light and taking his hand pulled him back along the landing. She said, "You can't sleep on that bed, tonight."

  Grant followed her, thinking they were going to the small back room, but then he recalled the bed in there went to the rubbish tip last month. "Ah, perhaps she's bought a new bed. It's about time."

  As they reached Edna's bedroom, she walked inside and Grant, still held by the hand, followed her into the room.

  He'd been in this room and in this very bed with Edna a few weeks ago, but they both agreed it was a big mistake and that it would never happen again. Although the encounter was brief and rushed, in case April returned early, it had been most enjoyable. Even so, Grant did not want a repeat, especially after the hectic night he'd had in Joyce's bed only yesterday evening.

  "Edna, I don't think this is a good idea?"

  In reply, she opened her dressing gown, letting it slip to the floor, and reaching down she grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pulled it over her head to stand naked before Grant.

  He was surprised by her actions, and even more surprised by the sudden activity beneath the towel, which started to move as his erection sprang to life.

  "Well, what have we here," said Edna, grabbing his towel and pulling it off his waist to reveal his sturdy penis. "Ooh, isn't it lovely?"

  Grant reached out to grab the towel from her hand, but she threw it across the room. He said, "Edna, I want you to stop this, right now. I'm too tired…" Even as he said the words, he realised they were the wrong ones.

  "You don't look too tired to me," she said, stroking his solid shaft with her chubby fingers. She dropped to her knees, her open mouth swallowing his penis, while her arms went around his thighs, holding him fast.

  He put his hand to her head, fully intending to push her away and leave the room as fast as he could, but as her head began to move up and down on his cock, he found himself gripping her head and controlling its actions. Faster and faster went her head, in and out went his cock, helped by his thrusting thighs.

  The climax rushed through his body like an uncontrollable express train, and he held her head tight as his hot semen shot into her mouth. He saw her eyes roll up to stare at him, and he let go her head, thinking she was angry at his savagery. But she gave him a wink, and she licked his steaming organ clean, wiping drops of semen from her mouth with a finger, and then licking that clean.

  "You taste so good. Now if the shops could put that into their cream buns…"

  "Edna, you're incorrigible!"

  "And you are delightful, but you came too quickly and don't think I'm letting you get away with it. Onto the bed with you, and get under those covers; we've a long night ahead and I want to make the most of it."

  Grant climbed between the crisp sheets, stretching out his body and feeling nice and relaxed. Five minutes later, Edna returned from the bathroom and slid her yielding naked body over his muscular frame. It felt so good to feel the warmth of her fleshy legs wrap around his thighs and hips, but as her lips and tongue kissed and licked his nipples he felt the stirring of another erection. "So this is what they mean when they say there's no rest for the wicked…"

  CHAPTER 12

  It was past two in the morning before a fully spent Edna fell into an exhausted sleep, but Grant's body was still trembling from being put through his paces more times than he thought possible in just a few hours. He finally fell to sleep, with visions of both Edna and Joyce careening around the bed with loud yells and giggles as they fought to get at him first.

  When the alarm woke him up at seven, he felt as if he'd had no sleep at all, but with memories of the piles of clothes still to be sorted and packed, and then taken to Stockport before an irate April could nag him. He slipped out of bed, taking great care not to disturb Edna, whose sexual appetite took him by surprise and he was worried that she'd pull him back between the sheets for more.

  He didn't bother to sort everything, but just packed it tightly into the cases and boxes, and then carried them out to the car as quietly as he could. Leaving a short note to Edna, he slipped behind the wheel and drove away. As he drove through the early morning Leeds traffic, he could still feel Edna's cuddly little body pressing into his, and the warmth of her lips on his mouth.

  He felt an enquiring erection start, so he pushed all thoughts of last night from his mind and concentrated on the day ahead and making plans of reconciliation with his young wife. "I've a beautiful 22-year old wife with a fantastic body that I want to hold in my arms once again. Instead, I now have two middle-aged women who won't let me alone, and I'm too weak to say no…"

  "Maybe she'll be in a better mood, now I h
ave this sale under my belt and some large commission cheques due next month," he said aloud, making his plan of approach. "Perhaps if I take her out to dinner tonight I will be forgiven, and be invited into her bed again." He turned on the radio and started humming, his plans made and his mood one of anticipation.

  It was still before nine in the morning when he knocked on the front door to the Worthington's home, and he was both surprised and pleased to see April's smiling face welcome him home.

  "I'm so pleased you made it early. Did you manage to bring everything?"

  He was a bit set back by her words, expecting at least a personal question and perhaps the offer of a cup of tea first. "Yes, the car's packed to the roof. Shall I bring it in now?"

  "If you don't mind, I want to unpack and sort it all out this morning, because after lunch Joyce is taking me into Manchester for some shopping."

  It took then some time to bring everything in and take it up to April's room, which looked quite full with cases and boxes all over the place. He was pleased to hear her say, "Don't worry about all this mess, I'll clean it up. There's some breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen."

  As he left the room, he noticed that she closed the door after him, and turned on a small bedside radio. He shrugged and went down to the kitchen, where Joyce was busy frying up some bacon, sausage, and eggs.

  "I expect you're hungry after your early start and battle through the rush-hour traffic," she said, placing a heaped plate on the table. "Get started on that, and I'll fix you some coffee."

  "Thanks, Joyce, I'm starving."

  "Cyril's driving us into Manchester after lunch, and we're all going to see James Mason and John Mills in Tiara Tahiti. Would you like to join us?"

  "Thanks for the offer," said Grant, between bites and wondering why April never extended the offer, "I have to turn you down, because I have to meet my manager for an early lunch in Stockport, and I think we'll be busy canvassing for new customers all afternoon."