she leaned against the door she had just closed
The senses and the mind seriously disturbed by what had happened between her and her son-in-law, she leaned against the door she had just closed, deeply troubled. If the libertine behavior of her son-in-law surprised her to the highest degree, the reaction of her senses to the touching touched her surprised even more. How could she have had pleasure under the insidious touch of her daughter’s husband?
Since he had been in the family fifteen years earlier, Julien had always been loving, but always respectful. She herself had, over the years, considered Julien not as a son-in-law, but rather as a son. What had happened so that the day had begun so well; by an uncontrollable outburst of desire, both from his son-in-law and from his own body.
The alcohol they had drunk heavily had to be responsible for the erotic madness that had seized Julien. He had always been a perfect son-in-law. But on his side, how was it that his libido had so easily succumbed to the daring advances of his son-in-law.
The only reason that could explain such a fact was the long sexual abstinence she had imposed since the death of her husband. When he died, she was so disturbed that nothing had mattered to her anymore. She had completely turned back on herself, contenting herself with living from day to day, without any contact with her neighborhood. Her only outings were the pilgrimages she made twice a week to the cemetery where her husband was buried.
It had been going on for three years when she had met Lucienne, a widow like her, whom she met many times in the cemetery; the latter also coming to rest on the grave of her husband. Two years younger, Lucienne, by his gaiety and good humor had won his sympathy. During their meetings, they had become friends. With his natural joviality, Lucienne had advised him.
She had first given up her mourning clothes for more classic and even more sexy outfits. Subjugated by the charisma of her new friend, she had obeyed him in everything. Thus, Lucienne had forced him to go out more often, taking him to the cinema, the theater or the museum? So that in the space of a few weeks she had been completely transformed, and it had been like a rebirth. Happy with this new friendship, she was far from this moment to suspect how far this relationship would lead her.
The two women had become accustomed to receiving more and more often, either to spend an afternoon having tea or for a lunch at the restaurant. But it was during one of these invitations that his sex life was going to be completely metamorphosed.
That had happened a few months earlier: for the third anniversary of the disappearance of her husband? That day, as soon as she woke up, Monique felt overwhelmed by a distressing nostalgia that had disturbed her all morning. Wishing to fight this depression which undermined her, she had decided to appeal to the only person who could understand and comfort her, her friend Lucienne?
Immediately understanding her affliction, at the sound of her voice on the telephone, Lucienne had immediately invited her to join her, to spend the afternoon with her?
When she showed up at her friend’s house, she received him with a lot of kindness. Easily understanding her pain for having herself undergone at one time, Lucienne had been extremely attentive, surrounding her with affection and tenderness. Wrapping around her waist she had accompanied him to the living room, where she had invited him to settle in the deep fabric sofa. Feeling that friendly hand resting on her hip had already comforted Monique, while giving her a strange pleasure.
Lucienne immediately brought an assortment of pastries, including an appetizing Grand-Marnier chocolate cake and a bottle. Comfortably installed, they had done honor to the treats, momentarily forgetting their usual diets. The bottle did not resist a long time to their gluttony?
Reassured and cheerful by this agape, Monique had let go against the soft back of the sofa.
– It’s better ? Lucienne had asked, hugging him with his right arm and carelessly putting his left hand against his stomach.
– Yes, thank you?
– I’m glad you feel better, then approved Lucienne by drawing him against his shoulder? You know that I’m always there, when you have trouble.
– Yes, I know, Monique had mumbled the heart suddenly filled with emotion.