In The Name Of Love (12 page)

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…

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 several 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…

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?"