Ron and I Are Eric's Slaves

Last June Eric and his wife had been at Bournemouth on holiday with their 3 year old daughter. It was their first seaside holiday. In previous years money was tight. Any spare cash was taken up on bringing their house up to an acceptable standard.

The Building Society withheld £8,000 of their mortgage until certain repairs were completed. Eric managed to get builder friends to do the work "at mate's rates". Once the Building Society's surveyor certified that the works had been completed satisfactorily, Eric got £8000 in his bank account.

Overall the repairs cost Eric £6,000. He had £2,000 "profit" to finance the holiday. Sun, sea and sex would replace 2 years of living in a building site.

ERIC'S SECRET

Eric had gone secretly to a LGBTQ+ club where my husband goes to. My husband saw Eric and thought the younger man was "a looker".

Eric had hooked up with someone else. They had enjoyed more than just dancing. They spent an hour getting up to lovely foreplay and having anal sex. Eric was in 7th heaven.

There was no LGBT organisation or indeed any other openly G or B person in his town. And so Eric was firmly locked in the closet.

Their holiday went well and his wife never suspected Eric was bisexual. She had been asleep the whole time. Eric explained that he had gone for a walk.

He was careful not to reveal his true nature, even though there were lots of nearly naked men on the beach. Some wore swimming gear that displayed their cocks wonderfully, especially when they came out of the water.

PARTING WITH MONEY

Bournemouth has a lot of free things. Eric's daughter loved walking down the zig zac footpath and the beach. She was fascinated by the goats that lived on the cliffs. At first she was worried because she thought they would fall off and hurt themselves.

When she realised that the goats were safe, she wanted to have photos of them. She was over the moon when Eric managed to get a photo of her and 2 of the goats.

Eric and June had to make sure their daughter didn't get bored. Rose loved burying her Dad in the sand. She loved paddling.

She also liked ice creams and fizzy drinks and sausage and chips.

Rose loved the aquarium, the pirate golf course and the mini golf but was scared of the big wheel.

She was soon bored with the £8 to enter Art Gallery but loved their free garden. She also loved going up the footpath to the Art Gallery because it gave her a better view of the goats.

Despite the cost of the holiday, Eric and June and Rose enjoyed themselves. It was to be their one and only holiday together.

THINGS GO WRONG

Things went South pretty soon afterwards. Eric had been out at a friends stag do. He had got carried away, drank too much and had reported in to work. Unfortunately he worked as a driver. He was well over the legal drink driving limit.

He knew that alcohol remains on the blood for up to 24 hours. As soon as he was called over, Eric knew that he was in trouble. His employer had a mandatory drink and drug test regime. If he failed to take a test he would fail it.

He puffed into the alcohol measuring pipe. He hoped that by some miracle he would pass as being fit to drive. Of course he failed it.

He took a second test which also proved he shouldn't drive. Eric was dismissed immediately. He suffered the indignity of being given 15 minutes to pack and then being escorted by a security guard to the gate. He was escorted in full view of his workmates.

When Eric got home, June had already packed his bags. In his drunken state he had let slip his Bournemouth escapade. Someone had told Eric's wife about it.

She found the incriminating entrance ticket to the Bournemouth gay club. She knew that she had been cuckolded and lied to. She wanted revenge.

She phoned her father and told him that her marriage was over. She sent Rose to stay at her parents. But she wanted to tell Eric precisely what she thought of him.

She wasn't even swayed by Eric getting the sack. She felt that it was only justice.

Eric took his medicine and left. He took a taxi to the railway station and the next train to Bournemouth. He didn't have much cash and so planned to sleep rough. He hid his suitcase and tried to find a safe space to sleep.

However he got lucky. He remembered the gay club. It would be safe and warm and he might meet someone.

The man he met was my husband. Ron agreed to let Eric sleep on our couch. They recovered his suitcase and arrived at our house. I was asleep and awoke to be told that Eric was in our lounge

I was a bit miffed but remembered the "do as you would be done by" rule. I dressed and went into the lounge.

ERIC SETTLES IN

My husband had brought home an attractive younger man. He was obviously in need of a shower. He explained how he got to his sad situation. He swore that he would never touch alcohol again.

He told us that he might still be able to get a job as a driver. After all, despite his foolishness he hadn't actually got into the cab. His previous employers, when askec for a reference, only confirm that someone was employed with them and their start and finish dates.

He was surprised that Ron and I were married and yet I allowed my husband to date other men. He said how hard and humiliating it is hiding his bisexual feelings from his then wife.

We ate a breakfast, Eric had a shower and a change of clothes. He then went off to find work. While out he got a thank you card for Ron and I.

He slept in our spare room. He was near to tears about losing his wife and job. But he was good company and I quite fancied him.

ERIC'S LIFE IMPROVES

Eric got a job straight away because Bournemouth had a shortage of HGV and bus drivers. It meant Eric had to be up early and drive a smelly load about 50 miles. But he had a job with good money. He said that he owed us big time for our kindness.

He asked if we could put him up until he found rented accommodation. At this point, Ron suggested that we could become his landlords. To my surprise it was legal and fairly easy. And unlike regular landlords it would be easy to serve Eric notice.

We needed to get a Gas Safe certificate and a rent book and a rental contract. The bed he slept in was fairly new and had the fire safe certificate. We weren't in it for the money so we charged him only £200 a month rent. We included in the rental contract that he had the right for his daughter to visit and stay in our boxroom.

We would need to clear it and buy a firesafe bed and furniture. But that could wait for Rose to choose her own. That would help her feel it was her own room.

VISIT RIGHTS

Eric got agreement with his wife over financial support for their daughter and for visitation rights. She and his estranged wife came to visit him one Saturday. Their daughter is a little treasure. She wanted to see the goats once again. But she, understandably, was still pissed off with Eric.

She just wanted to see if we were suitable people and that her daughter was in safe hands. Once she was satisfied she made it plain that she wanted as little to do with us as possible. At the heart of it was the idea that Eric's friends must be her enemies.

Ron, Eric and I tried to be civil, but there was a noticeable atmosphere. I was glad when she left with Eric and her daughter to enjoy Bournemouth. Eric returned alone and burst into tears. He wept openly for over 5 minutes.

To comfort him, I wrapped my arms round him and kissed his head. This wasn't entirely altruistic. I had wanted to cuddle our guest / tenant. So did Ron.

Eric was as good as his word. He never hit the bottle to alleviate his heartbreak. That was very creditable.

THE MUTUAL REVEAL

Later as we lay in bed Ron asked me "Have you amorous feelings for Eric?"

Before I could answer he said "Because I do and we must agree to share him."

I said "I must admit I do think of him in that way."

Ron said "I will have a man to man chat with him."

I said "Don't scare him off. If he just wants you, then so be it."

Ron said "And if he just wants you, then I won't object."

Then I heard Eric shout out "I heard every word. I told you that I was bisexual. I fancy you both. Do you want me to join you?"

Ron looked at me and nodded. I shouted "Yes please."

A minute later a naked Eric appeared, and stood there with his large cock hanging impressively half way down to his knees

He asked "Which of you wants me first?"

Ever the gentleman, my husband said "My wife. And may i watch?"

To be continued.