Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 05:07:55 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
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.

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