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Great-Uncle Bertie was dead?" said Steve softly.

    "Must have been just wishful thinking by Uncle David. The man has to be ninety if he's a day,"
    whispered Greg.

    "He seems pretty alert for ninety," Jaid said.

    "Yeah. I expect he'll live to a hundred just to spite Uncle David. They've never liked each other."

    Greg and Steve pulled one of the benches out from the corner of the room and onto an angle so they had a small amount of privacy, then settled Jaid in between them. "Soda or beer?"

    She took a can of sofa, popped the top and drank thirstily. "I needed that."

    "Last year you'd just started a new job. How's it going?" asked Steve.

    "Wow! You've got a good memory. Actually, the job got very boring and the boss was an asshole, so I left a week ago. On January fourth I start as office manager at a doctor's office."

    "Well that gives you a good little vacation," said Greg.

    "And oh how I need it. I'm so tired of playing nice."

    "Bad girls have more fun," said Steve with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

    God, the man was sexy. She'd like to crawl into his lap and give him a very personal lap-dance.
    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.

    ***

    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