Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 05:07:55 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: The Hostel. Chapter Eight. It was Joan herself who brought things to a head. She came up to London, without our knowledge and bought some lingerie and then came onto the hostel to show us, or rather Phillip, what she had bought. At least we weren't fucking each other when the knock came at the door to our sitting room. The natural response was to call out to the person who knocked to enter. The problem was that we were both dressed as women when she came in and the door shut behind her. `Oh my God,' she gasped, dropping her shopping bags as the full implication struck her. `You're both queer!' `No!' Phillip said straight away as he leapt up and went to her. `We've just finished rehearsing.' Quick, I thought. `Ever since you had us do that turn in the holiday camp as sisters, we've been doing something similar in our club downstairs to give the fellows a laugh.' Top marks Phillip I thought, but can you carry it on through. `I don't believe you,' she said, her eyes seeking mine for confirmation but not getting an answer one way or another. `Do we normally dress this way?` he asked in a voice that I wasn't sure carried enough conviction. `You might not when you're at home, but that's only one day a week, what you do here the rest of the time, well.' `Joan,' I said getting up and taking her arm to sit her down. `You know I'm not queer as you call it. It's as Phillip has said, we've been rehearsing to do a special act in our club downstairs.' Phillip had quickly gone to our drinks cabinet and passed across a drink to her. `Then as you are dressed as women, you won't mind me showing you what I've bought today?' and I saw a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me. `Maybe you would like to borrow what I've bought for your act.' she quickly finished her drink and went and picked up her bags and emptied the contents onto the settee. She then picked up a lacy bra and laying it across the back of the settee, slipped the straps off her dress and let it fall to the floor. `Joan!' Phillip said in a strangled voice. `Not in front of Stella.' I mentally cringed at his slip of the tongue. Joan picked up on it immediately. `Stella? Who's Stella?' she asked as her hands went behind her back to unclip the bra she was wearing. `I meant Rene,' Phillip finally got out, his voice going hoarse. `Stella was the name that was given to him when we did that show, don't you remember?' `Oh yes,' she said as she shrugged her shoulders and the bra she was wearing fell forward to reveal her breasts. Phillip was at a loss for words as they were revealed to us both, him her husband and me her lover, but unbeknown to him. `Nice aren't they,' she said as she cupped those orbs in the new bra and began to fix the clip at the back. `I bet you wish you had a pair like this to fill your dresses instead of padding.' She did a turn so that we could see both front and back of her. Don't push it Joan I said to myself, you might go too far and then we'll both be in the shit. The panties she was wearing was of quite a thick material, so we couldn't see anything really. But what she next picked up was simply a small piece of lace that wouldn't really cover anything or leave whatever to the imagination. At least she had her back to us as she pulled down the panties she was wearing so that we both saw her bare bum and I got a despairing look from Phillip but he was by now, bereft of words. With these cast aside, she put on the wispy thing that she had bought and then turned round for us to see properly. The bra was of the same style in design and we could clearly see her full breasts and nipples. With the panties, well, talk about the crack of dawn in the morning, we were seeing it in the afternoon. You could see everything through that wisp of material. `I don't suppose either of you could wear this,' she said as she ran her hand up the crotch, her fingers trailing through the crack that was so easily seen. `I doubt if the cock of either of you could be contained in this, but there I might be wrong. Why don't you try them on Phillip?' and it was said so sweetly that I don't think he heard the venom that was behind the words. `Don't be stupid woman,' Phillip blustered. `What about you Rene?' and I saw the twinkle in her eye, and I pulled the straps of my dress from my shoulders and let it drop so that she could see me in my padded bra, suspender belt and stockings and the panties that were a bit more substantial than what she was wearing. `Rene, you can't,' Phillip cried. `Why not? I'm just calling her bluff,' I said to him as I pulled my panties down for my now almost erect penis to spring free as she pulled the panties off and with a big smile on her face, pass them across to me. `Rene! Joan! How can you do this? Exposing yourself like this?' Phillip cried, wringing his hands at this spectacle happening before his eyes of his wife showing her fanny to me and me showing my erection to her as I began to pull on this stupid bit of cloth that I knew was going to be useless. `If you were half the man you should be, you would try them on as Rene is,' she stated. I had by then got them up over my hips and it looked ridiculous. There was so little material in the front that only one ball could be covered and only the base of my cock, the rest sticking out from the side. `My, you are a big boy Rene. Let's see Phillip try them on now,' she said with a smile. I smiled back, pointedly looking at the bush between her legs which she had made no attempt to cover or conceal. I quickly pulled them off and offered them to Phillip, my erection now fully grown with some expectation of it being used. `Come on Phillip. Joan has seen what you've got more than I have,' I said. He dithered, his face all red, but had no choice as both Joan and I were now naked from the waist down and there was I, sporting one of the biggest hard ons I'd ever had at this confrontation. He couldn't do anything else but take his dress and panties off and I noticed that he too now had a hard on. `Well I can now certainly see that there were two men under those dresses,' Joan said as Phillip pulled up the panties, having the same problem as myself by not being able to get his tackle inside this scrap of material. `You look ridiculous in that silly thing, take it off,' she demanded and which he did so. This was really now turning into a bedroom farce that you wouldn't see on a stage, well not in my lifetime. Three people standing there wearing bras, two with erections and one with a muff that made her the odd one out. `Come here Phillip and let's put what I can see to good use.' `Joan! Not in front of Rene!' Phillip protested. `He does it with Vicky, doesn't he?' she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him hard down onto the carpet and him on top of her. `Joan!' he cried. `Oh shut up and fuck me,' she said as she opened her legs so that his body fell in between and then nature took over and he entered her and all I was doing was standing there, my cock throbbing like crazy as I watched Phillip fuck his wife Joan before me on our carpet. Her face was turned to me and I saw her smile and look at my crotch as her legs went up and urged Phillip on until he came with both of them giving out cries of, I think, pleasure as he shuddered on top of her before becoming still. It was several minutes before he rolled off of Joan and lay flat on his back, his chest heaving for breath, as hers was, though she had two big extras that made it worth watching as they rose and fell as she too took deep breaths. `Now it's Rene's turn,' Joan said. `Joan! You can't! You're my wife!' Phillip cried sitting up. `So who's the wife between you two then? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you want me to blow the whistle with Vicky? Move over and let me try Rene, or I swear this will have been the last time we'll have had sex.' `Joan! Rene!' he cried. `I don't think we have much choice Phillip,' I said in as contrite a voice as I could muster. `Oh God,' Phillip moaned, but he rolled away for me to move in and take his place. `I'm doing this for us Phillip,' I said in a low voice, `please think of it as that.' Then I was on top of her and deep inside her as her eyes shone as I moved inside her and saw her mouthe the words that she loved me as we fucked with Phillip, her husband watching. By God did I give her a fucking. I pushed and strained and had her come twice before I finally heaved, out bodies covered in sweat when I came and then I heard the wet smacking sound of our stomachs as they met till they became one as I lay gasping on top of her. `I'm sorry Phillip,' I said as I rolled off to lay next to him between the two of them. `I didn't want to do this, believe me.' `I believe you,' he said, and I looked up into his eyes and instead of the dull and glazed look I expected, there was a kind of brightness there as though he had enjoyed what he had just seen. I looked down his body and saw that he had the biggest erection I had seen on him for a long time. Here, I'm afraid, I confirmed what Joan had guessed, because I rolled over and bent down and took him in my mouth and he fell back and gave himself up to the pleasure of me sucking and tonguing him up to another orgasm. Joan had seen me do this and decided to join in and so as I sucked on Phillip, she came down onto me and the thrill I got of having Phillip in my mouth and hers on my mine, I came again as Phillip did into me. From then on, she wanted to know all about what we did as we became a ménage a trois. He hadn't wanted it the same as I didn't, but she had us by the balls and so she took over. This was the cloud that I had seen and chose to ignore and was now going to have to suffer the penalty. She stayed in the hostel that night and insisted that she could see how with did it together. So, with reluctance I might add, let her see Phillip fuck me and then me fuck him. `That was the most exciting thing I've ever seen,' she said as she lay in between us that night in bed, our cocks firmly held in each hand that she slowly worked up and down. `I've been fucked by the two men I like the best in the whole world and then seen them love each other. What could be more perfect?' You not knowing in the first place was my first thought, not knowing how this was going to affect my relationship with Phillip, or Vicky if it came to that. She wanted me more than Phillip, but I wanted Phillip more than I wanted her, and Vicky, well, I think she wanted me before either of the other two. They say that every cloud has a silver lining, but if you look up into the sky and see a dark cloud, look carefully, for you will find another behind it, darker and more threatening. When seen on the horizon, they appear far away but they stealthily creep ever closer and it is not until you hear that clap of thunder do you realise that they are upon you. The first cloud had been Joan, this second one was Vicky. But like the first one, this second cloud could only just be seen and it was dismissed from the thoughts. So Joan took to coming up to London once a week, to the hostel, to our rooms, and then strip naked before us for me to fuck while Phillip looked on and then she looked as Phillip then fucked me. That would be in the morning and then in the afternoon, it would be the other way, Phillip taking his wife and then watched as I fucked him. The hostel was running smoothly with us all mucking in, well they would for three thousand pounds a week with it always being full up. Our club was full every time we performed, and I was having Phillip six days a week with Joan also in one of them and on the seventh day I didn't rest, I had Vicky. Was it this vanity that caused what happened next? Vicky knew Joan was going into London one day every week, but Joan was vague as to what she did whilst there, and quite often returned home without any purchases. This piqued her curiosity as to what she did in London and therefore followed her one day but lost her in the crowds at the end of Oxford St. After a fruitless search of the shops, she stopped for a light lunch and then decided to drop in at the hostel to see me. See me she did. I was in the middle of taking Phillip. My cock was stuck up his arse when she walked in to see me fucking Phillip while a naked Joan sat and watched. It was my nightmare albeit differently scripted, but a nightmare come true all the same. I was looking into the smiling face of a naked Joan, her eyes sparkling as she watched me move in and out of Phillip, and then suddenly see them go wide with shock and the colour drain from her face. In mid fuck with my thighs tight up to Phillip's bum, I turned and saw the shocked face of Vicky, her hand up to her throat as she gave out a gasp. Her eyes too were wide as Joan's as her mind told her what she was seeing, her husband, the father of her two children was fucking another man while her best friend sat and watched. She gave out a strangled cry and turned and ran out of the room. Well you can imagine the pandemonium she left behind though it began with an utter quietness, us frozen for a few seconds as I felt my erection start to deflate. I pulled out of Phillip and quickly disposed of the condom and began looking for my clothes. Joan was already getting dressed as Phillip washed himself and we were all trying to talk at the same time. None of us understood what the other was saying as I hooked out a suit from the wardrobe having stupidly started to put on a dress. With Phillip and I in suits and Joan in her normal clothes, we talked and the only solution was to go home and talk to Vicky. We hailed a taxi outside the hostel and had it drive us to Kingston. Vicky had done the same thing and had been home for nearly an hour before we got there to find that she had already made inroads to a bottle of gin. She was sitting down with a glass in her hand, a blank look on her face as I poured out drinks for us three. `Why?' was the only word said after nearly five minutes. I knew the question was going to be asked before we even left the hostel and I still didn't know the answer. Then came the recriminations, the harsh words and a lot that could never be unsaid. It was a bitter meeting and I was finally told to leave the house with my two whores. Joan and Phillip tried to speak and reason with her, but to no avail. With looks of bitter hatred, the three of us left my house and went next door. Here, Joan offered me one of the children's bedrooms for the night but I declined, saying that it would better if they were alone to talk of what was to be done. I phoned for a taxi and went back to the hostel alone and spent the rest of the night in bed with Trixie. She was pleased that she was the one I turned to for solace and did everything she could do to please and distract me. I was eating alone in the cafeteria when Phillip came in, he too looking somewhat drawn and I thought that must have looked the same to him. He went and got himself a cup of coffee and sat down with me. `Christ. That was bad. I don't think she went to bed last night for she was waiting for me as I left this morning. I had to shut my ears to her screaming, the abuse, the invectives and the cursing of us both as well as of Joan. She wants a divorce Rene and custody of the children, the house and a settlement. I'm sorry Rene,' he said and put his hand on top of mine. `Then it is finished,' I said softly. `Do I lose you too Phillip?' `No,' he said squeezing my hand now. `No. I will not desert you. Not as long as you need me as I need you.' I smiled my thanks to him and pushed away my unfinished breakfast. `Come up stairs and hold me,' I asked of him. `Gladly,' he said, and we went up to our rooms and then went to bed and held each as we both cried and then made slow love to each other for the rest of the day. Three days later I had a letter from her solicitors informing me that Vicky had applied for a divorce and stated her terms. I arranged for Adrian to represent me and agree to all the terms. I showed him my London bank statement that showed I had just over half a million pounds in it and said that that was all that she was going to get. I didn't mention about my off shore account. `But it will leave you almost penniless,' Adrian protested. `No. There will still be enough for a plane ticket,' I replied, having made up my mind what I was going to do. He despaired at this, wanting to have a legal fight, but I was adamant that we let it go through and let her have what she wanted. `But you can't go away and leave me,' Phillip begged as we lay in bed together that night. I'd had the pleasure of him fucking me and told him that I didn't really want to, but it was inevitable. `I'm telling you now of my future plans, but they are for your ears only,' and so I told him of what I was going to do. I didn't tell Pearl, Fiona and Trixie that I was leaving until the divorce was final. Since first speaking of my divorce to Adrian, I hadn't banked any of my money, keeping it ready to hand. I told them that Phillip was taking over and that I wished them all well to much tears and anguish because I only had the meeting a hour before I left the hostel. I embraced each and everyone in turn with tears and kisses as I said goodbye, they all knowing now of my divorce and the losing of my home. After one last kiss with Phillip there in the lounge in front of everybody, I hurried out to hide my tears, not knowing that the Wellcome Inn Hostel had only three months left of being, and having that name. I had the taxi take me and the one suitcase direct to London Airport where I took a flight to Nassau, not having any problems at either end by customs and excise. Just as well, because if any of them had opened the suitcase, I'd have been behind bars for it didn't contain clothes but about twenty thousand pounds sterling. The only clothes I had was what I was wearing as I was about to make a new life for myself I wanted nothing left of London, and burnt those clothes as soon as I got myself outfitted in Nassau. I stayed in a modest hotel and had them arrange for a hired car and driver to take me round the island for the next few days. He was a black native of the islands and very garrulous, though most of what he said and spoke of was trivia and of little consequence to me, but he was a nugget in who was who and where everybody lived. For every property or house I pointed out, he knew who owned it, or that it was rented, which was for rent and which was for sale. It was this latter part that I was interested in and then I saw the house I wanted. It was on a secluded road halfway up a hillside. It looked to have about four bedrooms and a lovely pool, but the view it had of the ocean was out of this world. I made him stop and tell me about this particular house. It was owned by an ageing couple and they had been living there for the past ten years and very seldom went into town anymore because the wife was now in a wheelchair. `Do you know them?' I asked. `Well I know their names, but that's about as far as it goes.' `Drive in. I want to talk to them.' An old man came down the steps with a quizzical look on his face as we pulled up and I got out and went up a few steps to meet him. `I apologise for this intrusion, but I saw this beautiful house and couldn't resist to ask him to stop so that I could meet the occupants.' `It's been a long time since a car has driven in the gates and of course it has piqued our curiosity,' he said most politely. `My wife asked me to see who it could have been.' I gave him my name and said that I had just arrived in the islands and was looking for a place to settle down, not that I was after his place, I laughed. If I lived in such a place, I would never leave it. I was asked to stay to tea and I met his wife and she was a lovely dear, confined to her wheelchair and wanted to hear all the news of London. I learned through her speaking that she missed the bustle that only a town can give and as tea was finished, I begged their permission to visit them again in the very near future, to which they exclaimed delight and agreed. I wanted that house, gardens, grounds and pool, so I set out to find a place that would suit that dear woman and when I found it, went back out to visit them. Then I made my sales pitch and when I had finished, they agreed on the condition that they saw the other house before agreeing to a sale. The liked the place immediately but the clincher was that to afford all the taxes in the selling and buying of property, I suggested that I buy the place and we just did a swap, with the difference being in cash which no one else would know about and would help them in the twilight of their years. So I bought this house and then we swapped deeds and I gave them fifty thousand pounds. All of us very happy in the deal and so I moved in to a place that I had only ever really dreamed about. I hired a couple to move in and take care of me but made it quite clear that I was a practising homosexual to which they didn't object and were a little goldmine in looking after me and the house. I was on a lounger by the pool when I heard a car enter and pull up by the steps. I got up and wrapped a sarong around myself because I had been sunbathing naked, and my heart leapt when I saw Phillip get out of the car. He saw me coming from the patio and ran up the steps and came into my arms and we kissed. What the car driver thought, we didn't care. He was here with me, now, in my arms and I knew that I was going to have him inside me that very night and the thought made me almost delirious with joy. Such a fuss I made of him as the driver brought his bags in and got paid before leaving. Oscar, my man, took his bags upstairs as Phillip and I hugged each other, before I took him inside and showed him our room, ready and waiting. It wasn't long before we had his clothes off, my sarong coming off as soon as we got inside the bedroom. My erection constantly getting in the way until his clothes were off and we fell on the bed for my erection to make friends again with his as they clashed as we kissed and held each other tight. After three months, it was pure heaven to have his hand on my hip and feel every ridge of his muscle as he put himself inside me and really reamed me before coming. I then took my further pleasure of taking him in the only way I could. We fucked our brains out that night, missing dinner and only falling asleep as dawn broke. We even had a fuck before having our showers and going down for a late breakfast. We both kept talking at the same time and it took all morning, sitting there drinking coffee and fruit juices before I learned what had happened at the hostel. It was raided as the Superintendent had said it would be about two months after I had left. They had been tipped off by someone of the alarm system and by keeping the front under observation, waited till the night porter moved away from the desk. It was some fight, Phillip laughed, the clerk trying to get to the buzzer and had to have four policemen hold him down to prevent the alarm being sounded. It was about one in the morning and they caught ten couples in the throes of homosexual love, but out of nearly two hundred rooms, it was a low percentage, but it was enough for them. Phillip had been able to get dressed and he had gone downstairs and into the office and not interfered with as he took all of the cash out of the safe, leaving just enough for the girls bonus and the staff's wages because he knew they would be closing the hostel down. He managed to have a word with Pearl as she was arrested, wearing her dress as usual, telling her what was in the safe. Adrian too was fortunate in being in his room alone at the time of the raid. He took over to act on their behalf but had time to listen to Phillip, who took time to give him written authorisation to see that his bank finances were available to his family as he was about to go on vacation. So with about forty thousand pounds in his pocket, left England to come to where he knew I was, well the island. It took him two days to find where I was now living and I was most happy and glad to see him. Now I called out Oscar and his wife Violet to introduce Phillip to them and say that he was my lover. Now if they had any problems with this and the fact that they might at times, come across us dressed as females, they were quite free to leave or stay. The fact that they were receiving a good wage led them to affirm that they would be staying. So with a moderate but comfortable life style, I had more than enough money for many, many years to come. Come we did, quite frequently into each other as we now took on this life of leisure. We had the sun to enjoy by my sparkling pool where we could swim or frolic naked, have sex when and where we wanted. Being looked after in the way of being fed and have every comfort seen to, was, in a nutshell, heaven. * * * All comments, good or bad will be answered at >adultreading@gmail.com< or at my website >adultreading.es< where there are other stories.