In The Name Of Love

by Rilbury, Jendai

  Grant coughed on his whisky, and said, "If you ever met April's mother, you'd soon realise you have no competition to worry about at all. She's a dumpy little woman, while you have the body of a Grecian Goddess!"

  "Well, see that you worship it tonight, as only a mortal man can."

  They sat in silence for some time, Grant swilling the whisky in the glass, before each large sip. He went up to refill their glasses and said, "Tell me Joyce, how did you and Cyril get to meet each other?"

  "Why do you ask?" she said, with a frown, wondering where this might lead.

  "Oh, he just doesn't seem your type, that's all."

  "And what might my type be?"

  "Handsome and charming buccaneers like me, of course!"

  "Well, it's time this young pirate took this ancient Greek Goddess to her bed and ravished her…"

  Grant needed no second bidding, and with his arm around her waist he soon led her to the door, not seeing her smile of satisfaction at deftly changing the conversation, as she clicked off the sitting room lights.

  CHAPTER 17

  An hour or two later, after some of the most prolonged and tender sex she'd ever known, April asked Cyril the same question with better luck.

  "How did you and Joyce meet, if you don't mind me asking?"

  He kissed her forehead, and said, "Of course not, my darling, we can have no secrets from each other, now or ever."

  "I agree," she said, giving his mouth a soft kiss.

  "It's not a long story, but quite complicated," he said, settling back into the pillow and staring up at the ceiling as her recalled the past. "Before I start, I must ask you to keep this conversation between us, and never discuss it with either Joyce or Grant; nor anybody else, for that matter."

  Confused, and with her curiosity rising fast, she said, "I will do whatever you ask of me Cyril, now and always." They kissed long and hard, confirming their love for each other, before he started again.

  "I was 17-years old when I first met Joyce. My brother, Arnold brought her home for dinner and introduced her to the family as his fiancée. It was a shock to us all, because nobody knew he'd even been courting, but since being sent down from Oxford – for poor results, rather than scandal, I might add – he'd taken to living in a flat in Manchester."

  "I didn't know you had a brother, where is…"

  Cyril put a finger on her lips, saying, "Keep your questions for later, or I'll never finish the story tonight." They giggled and kissed before he continued with, "Arnold was 23-years old, when he and Joyce married in the spring of 1939, and they came to live here, in this very room. Although it was much different then, because I've had the place remodelled since."

  April snuggled up to him under the warm bedcovers, wrapping an arm around his chest as she listened to his soft, deep voice.

  "Father and mother were on at him every day to get a decent job – he was working as a barman in Stockport, so when war was declared, he was one of the first young men in the area to sign up. Sadly, he was either killed or taken prisoner during the evacuation of Dunkirk, because nothing was ever heard of him again. Joyce received a ‘missing in action' telegram in 1940, and towards the end of the war, with no news about Arnold at all, the War Office officially declared him dead."

  "I'm so sorry, Cyril, how terrible for you both."

  "Well, mother and father died during the war, in some dreadful car accident. I think he had an argument with a tank; seems funny today, but it was tragic at the time. So by 1946, Joyce was officially a widow and still collects a widow's pension today. Her name is, of course, Mrs. Worthington, because she married my brother, and so it was gradually assumed by the neighbourhood, who were mostly new people moving into Stockport after the war, that she and I were married. It was convenient for both of us to continue the subterfuge, because neither of us wanted the nuisance of potential suitors at the door."

  "I can understand, but why did you think that could be a problem?"

  "Oh, my father was a wealthy jeweller before the war, with shops all over Cheshire. He did well and had massive investments in various stocks and bonds, and after his death, when the business was sold; his estate was valued at over one million pounds."

  "Wow, I had no idea."

  "No, of course, because we keep it a tight secret as much as we can. Joyce is always cracking on to people how we both have to save for our old age and pension, but we're both very well off, now."

  "So, you never actually married Joyce, then?"

  "No dear, we had a brief ‘fling' at one time about five years after the end of the war. I wasn't keen, but Joyce wanted a baby and she is so pushy…"

  April giggled and gave him a squeeze as she said, "I know she is; oh you poor dear!"

  "Well, that all came to a sad end, she lost the baby in childbirth, and we didn't speak to each other for almost a year. That was when I remodelled the house, and she had her fling with young Grant – he was about 17-years old at the time."

  "Yes, I've come to learn about that quite recently. And it all seems to be back on again."

  "Which is to our benefit, of course."

  "Yes, you're right. I wonder if we could get divorced, I'm sure Joyce would agree to it, and love the idea of a young husband, even if she can't have children."

  "Well, a divorce can take a couple of years, but let me think about it for a few days," said Cyril, turning away to hide the smile on his face. A quick divorce for April and Grant was part of the plan he'd been scheming for the past day or so…

  CHAPTER 18

  When Grant walked up the path to Edna Harrison's front door with the heavy tin of fruitcake in his arm, the sun was shining brightly and he had a spring in his step. The door opened before he could knock, and there was Edna wearing her best summer frock, with her hair freshly washed.

  "Hello Edna," walking into the hall, "I've brought your cake; April baked it for you yesterday, and it weighs a ton – it must be full of fruit."

  "Never mind the cake, it's you I want just now," she said, pushing past his hand holding out the tin, and wrapping her arms around his middle.

  Her perfume wafted through the air, and when he felt her soft and cuddly body, and saw her smiling face and soft brown eyes looking up at him, he went weak at the knees. He put the tin on the hallstand, and took her body in his arms, squeezing her tight.

  "Is this what you want, young woman?"

  Her hand reached down and grabbed at his genitals, and she said, "Yes, but I much prefer this…"

  He laughed and bent his head down to hers, their lips clinging together in a passionate kiss, while his desire for her body grew by the second. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, teasing and caressing, while her body pressed against him. She felt so warm and soft, and smelled so enticing; he knew he had to possess her at once.

  Hoping that he was up to it, he slipped one arm around her neck and the other beneath her knees, and with one powerful movement, he swept her off her feet and into his arms. She purred with pleasure and nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing and licking his ear as he carried her up the stairs.

  He could see the bright sunlight streaming into her bedroom through the open door, and with a silent sigh of relief he laid her on the flowery eiderdown, filled with duck-down, so she'd told him. His hands slid up her legs beneath her frock, which had risen above her knees, and finding her underpants, he soon pulled them down past her unresisting buttocks and off her legs.

  His head burrowed beneath her frock and he could smell the talcum powder and guessed she'd had a bath in preparation for his arrival. He could see the thick thatch of brown hair surrounding her pussy, and took a deep sniff before reaching out with his tongue to push open the doorway to hot pleasure.

  He let his tongue caress the soft entrance to her portal, licking every part before darting inside for a quick circular exploration and then retreating outside to seek her clitoris. Once the clitoris became aroused, her juices began to flow and he let his tongue dart in and out on seve
ral short visits, until he felt she was fully aroused.

  Grant pulled his head out from under her frock and smiled at Edna as he stripped off his clothing in record time. She took only a little longer to slip off her frock and bra, and then their naked bodies entwined in a loving embrace.

  He couldn't explain the feelings he experienced as she snuggled close, kissing his neck and face while whispering words of endearment; and he knew she meant every word. How different to the forceful and demanding attitude of Joyce, whose insatiable lovemaking was enjoyable, but exhausting in the extreme.

  Edna loved him, desired him in the tenderest fashion, and wanted nothing more than to bring him happiness. He stroked the soft brown hair from her forehead, and then caressed her breasts as their lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands pulled her body close, and then wandered down her back and over her buttocks. He kneaded the soft flesh with firm but affectionate movements, and her soft moans of pleasure as she spread her legs encouraged him to slip between them. He laid his head between her two breasts, saying, "I think I'll have a short sleep, first."

  Edna lifted his head with her hands and then rubbed his face deep into her bountiful breasts. She said, "You'll make love to me right now, or I'll suffocate you with these…"

  "I surrender," he said with a laugh, as he raised his hips and brought his penis to the entrance of her vagina. He rubbed the tip of it against her labia, and let it enter inside just a little as he said, "But first, you must say you love me."

  He hands had crept around his hips and grabbed his buttock, pulling him down onto her body. His engorged cock now hard with anticipation thrust in so fast and deep it brought loud moans of delight from Edna, "Oh you beauty, do that again."

  His arms wrapped around her body, holding her tight as he leaned over her short frame to kiss her lips. In seconds, their tongues entwined and their kisses became more passionate, rousing their lust to fever pitch. He rolled onto his back, carrying Edna with him, and as she sat astride his athletic body, he reached out for her bottom, which was spread across his nether regions.

  He gave her a slap, and with a giggle he said, "We're going to have to give you some exercise, my girl," and he slapped her softly again with each hand, before grabbing her buttocks and pulling her hard onto his cock.

  She was getting red in the face from her exertions, her hands holding his chest to stop her falling, as he pulled her bottom downwards with his hands, driving her pussy onto his cock, and then pushed her up with his thighs and clenched bottom. He saw the dreamy look on her face, and leaning up to kiss the hard nipple on each waving breast he said, "Go on girl, faster; we're almost there…"

  Edna gave him a wan smile as she renewed her efforts, and the realisation that he was bringing on her climax already, spurred him into faster action. He pumped his penis in and out of her dripping wet vagina, while his hands pulled her body from side to side and then forwards and backwards. He felt the hot excitement of his own orgasm building, and as it rushed forwards with uncontrollable speed, he wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her down until her fleshy breasts spread over his chest.

  They wriggled and rolled all over the bed, each climaxing at the same time with loud cries from him and softer moans from Edna. At last they collapsed onto the pillows, and lay their holding hands and smiling at each other, as sleep and exhaustion claimed them both.

  It was three in the afternoon when he finally awoke to see Edna returning from the bathroom, showered and powdered, and looking great as she approached his recumbent form. Instead of climbing on the bed beside him, she pushed aside his legs and knelt between them, taking his flaccid penis in the dainty fingers of one hand.

  With a sneer of disdain, she said, "What do you call this thing?"

  "Come here, you wench, and I'll soon show you…"

  "Not before I've had some fun with it." She opened her mouth wide and took in not only his penis, but both testicles, and started nibbling hard on them as if she meant to swallow them whole.

  The shock of her action took him by surprise, but as he saw her head bobbing up and down on his groin her rapid movements had the expected result. His penis woke up, and started to thicken with pleasure. He saw first one testicle and then the other rejected by Edna, as his cock hardened to full size. Her movements were slower now, as she put her head at just the right angle to be able to slide down his penis from tip to root, letting the glans tickle her throat.

  He lay back on the bed, closing his eyes as the pleasure within his body began to build; on the couple of occasions Joyce had given oral sex, it was merely to prepare him for mounting her and bringing her to a rapid orgasm. Today was so different; with Edna giving her full attention to his swollen member with her mouth, while her hands and fingers caressed and probed his nether regions. One minute she cupped his balls with her hands, then gave them a squeeze before setting off to explore around his anus. He felt a wet finger scratching, rubbing, and finally pushing inside, stirring up the already burning climax easing through his body.

  His cock started pulsating with excitement and his orgasm rushed along its length, and he felt her hands grasp the lower end of his penis and then squeeze and rub it, encouraging his semen to spurt into her mouth.

  He was fully spent, and lay on the bed exhausted as Edna wiped her mouth with a tissue, and wriggled up the bed to lie alongside him. He put out an arm and wrapped it around her as she snuggled close, kissing his arm, shoulder, neck and finally his mouth.

  "That was absolutely amazing, Edna, I've never been so happy in my life," he said, looking into her eyes, and meaning every word of it.

  "I'm so pleased I can make you happy; it is something I want to do every time I see you," she said. He thought he saw her fighting back a tear, as she realised he'd soon be gone once again.

  "I'm afraid I don't have the energy for you, at the moment. Perhaps in a little while…"

  "You don't have the strength, or the time either, I know," said Edna, putting on a brave face. "Come on, let's go and shower together; that might be fun!"

  He gave her a long kiss and hug, wishing he didn't have to return to Stockport and could stay with her, but he'd made his bed with Joyce, and now he had to lie in it…

  CHAPTER 19

  It was about ten or twelve weeks after he and April started sleeping together, before Cyril was ready to put the plan he'd been hatching into action. He was up some thirty minutes earlier than usual, and took a long hot bath rather than his usual cold shower.

  When he was dressing, April dragged her head off the pillow to stare at the alarm clock, because it was barely light outside. "You're up early today, Cyril, and you're putting on your best suit, I see. What's going on?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed with a worried look on her face.

  "This is my big day, darling, and no matter what you may hear, I want you to continue to believe and trust in me."

  "Of course I will, but I'm just a little confused."

  "I can't tell you all the details, but let me just say it's to do with that business idea I spoke about to you some weeks ago. You remember, it's about you and me starting a business of our own, as insurance brokers in Stockport."

  "Oh, that; well I like the idea, but I'm not sure how much use I will be to you…"

  "All you have to do, my darling, is to love me and be at my side – no matter what."

  "That sounds ominous," she said, sinking back into the pillows, not taking everything in at this early hour. "Can we talk about it tonight?"

  "That little chat is already in my appointment book." He leaned over the bed and gave her a long kiss, and then said, "I will see you later; and remember, I love you so very much!"

  They kissed again and he left the bedroom with his heart in his mouth, hoping that his plan didn't go wrong and let all their dreams wash away like a sandcastle on a stormy beach.

  He was the first to arrive at the office, but Mary Hughes came in soon after and gave him a few conspirational glances as she busied herself at her desk.
He came over to her side and said, "You have everything at home, now?"

  She nodded, and he continued, "Well, just act normal. We both know that Beryl is likely to make her move today, perhaps with the help of that new girl she's hired. What's her name, again?"

  "Janice," said Mary, in a squeaky voice.

  "Relax, you're sounding guilty already!"

  They chuckled, but quickly broke off as the girl in question burst into the room.

  Janice was a large ungainly young woman in her mid-twenties, who had worked with a local firm of accountants, before coming to work as Beryl Bainbridge's assistant. She didn't speak to Mary, but nodded at Cyril before sitting at her desk.

  Cyril sat at his desk and set about sorting the various files left over from the clear-out he had conducted with Mary this past week or so. The stuffy office soon became hot, and he slipped off his coat and took care to put it over the back of his chair. When Beryl came in with a breezy "Good morning, everybody…" he barely gave her a nod, but continued with his work as if worried about something.

  He saw Beryl lean over to chat with Janice, with the pair of them giving him surreptitious glances when they thought he wasn't looking their way. He managed to give Mary a wink, and at that pre-arranged signal she left for the ladies room. The plan was that she would return and peer through the doorway to watch the action. Cyril suggested that Beryl wouldn't make her move until there was only her stooge, Janice, left to witness it.

  His desk faced the two desks where Beryl and Janice were sitting, and he noticed that Beryl stood up the moment Mary left the room. She walked towards him and came around the back of his desk, putting her hand on his shoulder and leaning over to look at the files he was working on.

  "What is it, Cyril, you're looking concerned about something?"

  Her very words and actions were so unlike her normal behaviour they would have set his alarm bells working, if he'd not been already prepared for such an approach – thanks to Mary, who'd overheard part of their scheme in the ladies room one day last week.