Chapter 1

I was finally home! It had been a long two months, and it seemed odd to be in familiar surroundings once more. I had almost become accustomed to seeing a different hotel room every couple of nights, as I traveled to each of the factories my company owned in the UK and Europe. It was an inspection tour, combined with a sorely needed vacation. I had originally planned to travel throughout Europe, unwinding from the stress of my job, and my divorce, although the divorce had happened two years previous. It was still painful for me.

The inspection tour portion was as expected; no surprises, but it checked off the boxes my company expected, as due diligence, in managing their properties. The task fell for me to perform, which was the reason I earned the big bucks! When I started scheduling the inspections, and had the brainstorm to vacation also, I mentioned it to Ian Chidester, a close business associate. He coerced me into spending some time at his home. I had done so, reluctantly, but it turned out to be a real lift to my spirits, to say nothing of my Johnson. His wife, Myra, had taken very good care of me, and even allowed her fifteen-year-old daughter, Chloe, to help out. That was over a month ago. In that time, I had kept up communication with them, via email. During said emails, we firmed up plans we had decided on at the end of my visit. Those plans were for Myra and Chloe to visit me in Phoenix, while Ian took Hugh, his young son, with him while he supervised a factory overhaul near Manchester, up north. Hugh would spend time with his aunt and cousin, who lived in the same town as the factory. Ian expected the overhaul to take approximately two months, so I had those same two months to show Myra and Chloe the sites and some American Hospitality, just like they had previously shown me English Hospitality. It was going to be a great adventure.

Although I had never been with Myra and Chloe outside the confines of their home and small town of Wallingsford, if they were going to fly all the way to America, they should see more of my country. For this reason, I met them in New York, where I collected them after they cleared customs and were casting about for an exit. I’d kept tabs on their flight, deplaning and since I was familiar with the airport and customs due to all my international travel, I was present as they exited the U.S. Customs. Seeing me, they seemed to relax and waved at me furiously. Coming up to me, each gave me a very friendly kiss, which made me wonder what the other passengers thought. Myra and I were close in age, but Chloe was noticeably younger. Since we wouldn’t be here long, I said to myself:

“To hell with them!”

We would stay in New York for a couple days, but for expediency, I’d booked a suite at Hampton Inn, near JFK. This made it a short trip by taxi to our base of operations. I had a driver reserved for the next two days to show us the sites, since I had no desire to drive in New York. Gathering their luggage at the baggage claim, I had a skycap take it to a taxi stand. I’d previously checked into the hotel, so my luggage was already there. I wasn’t sure how well-traveled Myra was, but I was sure this was a new experience for Chloe. She kept her eyes bugged out all the way to the Hampton. Once we were out of the cab, though, she acted like a perfectly genteel young woman, not wanting people to see her as unsophisticated. Myra and I both chuckled.

Once in our rooms, she unwound a bit and gushed to her mother and I about all the new things she was experiencing. She was just a normal fifteen-year-old. She was all agog with the amenities of our suite. Her home was a quaint English home: not large, not small, but much older than she. So, all the bright, glittery fixtures and fancy furniture amazed her. She was entertaining both her mother and me. There were two bedrooms, two baths and a sitting area. Not wanting to take anything for granted, I had chosen one bedroom and left it up to the ladies to decide where they would sleep. As I sat on a sofa, checking out what was available on TV, the two women were exploring and chatting. Soon, they came to me. Myra spoke:

“Will, Chloe and I have discussed things and if it’s amenable to you, we’ll take turns in your bed. It makes no sense to have you traveling between beds. We will share your bed, turn and turn about. Chloe has put forth a good argument why she should have first night rights with you: She’s pointed out that I have been shagged several times, by her father, since she’s had a man – you. I can be patient at least one more night, waiting to feel your gentle lovemaking.”

“Thank you, Myra, for managing that for me. I was loathe to bring up the subject, since this is all new to me: sharing two beautiful and desirable women.” I said diplomatically.

“Oh, Will called me a ‘beautiful and desirable woman’, mum!” Chloe gushed.

“Yes, he does have a silver tongue on him, doesn’t he?” Myra said with sarcasm.

“I assure you two ladies, I’m in earnest when I speak of your attributes. I only hope I have the stamina to keep up with your appetites.” I said, blithely.

“We shall see, dear Will. I believe we can find the proper pace, so as not to adversely affect your health.” Myra allowed.

I gave them a slight bow from my seated position. We all chuckled. I then had to ask:

“Which would be to your liking, since it’s getting on to supper time. I realize it’s well past that for you, so you may be famished. Would you like to have room service, eat in the hotel dining room, or go find a restaurant out in town. I’m sure there are myriad places to dine, within a thirty-minute cab ride. I know nothing about the hotel dining room, except it claims to have a five-star rating. If you don’t feel like going out, I believe room service has a menu nearly the same as the dining room. What will it be, ladies?”