Page 2 of Jaid's Two Sexy Santas

Her panties were soaking wet and her cunt longed to feel his cock filling it. But she wanted Greg just as much. That was the problem with having experienced a few ménages. The extreme feeling of fullness couldn't be imitated with a pair of dildoes. She needed two men with fat cocks. And Greg and Steve would be absolutely perfect. How she wished they were straight!

Sighing mentally, Jaid leaned back against the wall and prepared to enjoy these few moments talking with them. It would likely be the most exciting

part of her Christmas.

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Steve let the conversation flow over him as he rested his gaze on Jaid. She was one fucking hot woman. Luscious, round breasts under her red, Santa sweater. Big, hazel eyes in a pixie face that was always smiling. Her eyes were almost brown, but with hints of gold and green, and even gray-blue in them, constantly changing. He liked that. It was quirky and kinky, but very much Jaid. Her hair was a glossy brown, shoulder-length. He could picture himself winding it around his hand as he dragged her head back when fucking her from behind. He liked a woman with sexy hair.

And he would be fucking her. He and Greg had talked about Jaid for days after last year's Holiday party. Apart from the incredible baked potatoes, Jaid had been the only memorable thing at that party.

Last year, he and Greg had managed a quickie on the fire stairs, but they'd almost been caught by Greg's relatives twice, so this time they'd booked a room in a motel just one block away from the function center. Their apartment was too far away for them to go home between the present-giving and the mid-morning meal, but it was way too boring to sit around doing nothing for a couple hours once most of the family was drunk or asleep. A quickie had seemed the perfect solution last year, but they weren't really into public sex, hence the motel room this year.

Steve brought his thoughts back to Jaid. Greg's cousin Tim, who was also one of Jaid's cousins, had insisted she was into kinky sex and ménages. One of Tim's work colleagues had shared her with his best friend, and reported that she was willing to try anything.

Greg had been interested, because he knew she'd been attracted to him for years while Greg was working through his own sexuality.

Greg had struggled to accept his homosexuality, then struggled again to come to terms with being bisexual. It was only in the last year or so Greg'd found peace with his sexuality, and he and Steve had formed a lasting bond.

Steve, on the other hand, had happily fucked both men and women all thorough college. For him the revelation had been that he wanted to settle with just one man, Greg. He'd never thought of himself as monogamous, but with Greg, he had everything he could ever want in a man. It's just that sometimes he still craved for a woman as well.

Now that Greg had finally accepted he, too, was bisexual, they shared a woman from time to time. And tonight they planned for that woman to be Jaid.

He could hardly wait. His dick had stood up and taken notice of her the moment she'd entered the room. It was very ready to do its part in the evening's program. He and Greg had planned the evening. First, talk to her, make sure she seemed happy to spend time with them. Then, sit with her at the meal. It would last for hours but they'd be able to watch her interact with other family members and check she was relaxed, as well as continue to talk to her themselves. After the present-giving, once people started getting tired, whisk her away to their motel room and fuck her brains out. They had lube, condoms, wine, nipple and clit clamps, and girly bubble stuff to put in the Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. Steve grinned to himself. Yes. They'd thought of everything, and so far the plan was running as smooth as silk.

Chapter Two

Jaid laid down her cake fork. After the many courses of the meal, she hadn't really wanted to eat a slice of cake with her coffee, but Greg had pressed it on her and she definitely wanted to stay with him and Steve. Besides, it was a rich, dark, fruitcake, something she wouldn't normally eat, so pretty much a holiday treat to herself.

But now came the boring part of the event. Some people went home for a few hours' nap, others slept where they dropped. Others again just talked and talked all night long. Her tiny, walk-up apartment was really a bit far for her to go home. She'd gone home last year but the alarm had woken her what seemed like only minutes after she'd gone to bed, which had left her feeling achy and lethargic. Now, if Steve and Greg were in her bed, that'd be different. No matter how exhausted she'd be the next day, it'd be totally worth it.

Not going to happen, she warned herself sadly. They'd been great company, but she was betting they'd be off by themselves any minute now, leaving her to find a quiet corner so she could doze in peace.

At least Cousin Frank was out cold, his head on the table, so she wouldn't have to worry about being groped as she slept. Of course, if it was Greg groping her... Once more she sighed. Not going to happen, she reminded herself.

Steve picked up a giant jar of candy, the gift he'd received in the Secret Santa. "How long do you think it'll take you to eat all that?" she asked.

"I'll take it to work, and put it on my desk. I reckon it'll last a couple months and greatly enhance my popularity."

"Oh, good idea."

"And I got socks and a tie," pointed out Greg, holding up a navy-blue tie with a faint, black stripe running through it, and matching navy-blue socks.

"Very professional," she replied, "and blue looks good on you with your coloring."

"Not as much fun as a jar of candy though," Greg answered.

Jaid put the tiny vial of perfume she'd received into her purse. It was a very popular brand, and quite expensive, so she was pleased with her gift. Whoever had chosen it for her had good taste.

In fact, all their gifts were appropriate, which was quite amazing.

She'd been very fortunate, being given a five-year-old girl as the person she had to buy for. Her boss, the asshole, had a five-year-old daughter who he talked about all the time, so it'd been easy to find out the child's favorite movies and buy several DVDs of them for the Secret Santa.

"Are you ready to go?" asked Greg.

"Huh?"

"We're leaving for a couple hours. Will you come with us?" he explained.

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