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  “Hell, that was hot,” gasped Wesley.

  “Oh, yeah,” said Amos. “We must remember to do it again some time.”

  Chapter Three

  The next morning, Keziah once again stayed in bed until the men were ready to leave, then rushed through her shower to settle at her laptop and personalize her résumés to leave at the various offices she had noted on her sheet.

  “I can do this. I am not going to just live off Wesley and Amos. I will get a job,” she muttered to herself.

  That took most of the day, but she was able to dress in a business suit and hand deliver them all by four p.m.

  “Hey, Keziah,” Tia called as she exited the elevator at the concourse level.

  “Hi, Tia, are you having a good day?” she responded.

  “So-so, but your day may be about to get better. Mahoney and Richardson are going to ask you to work three mornings a week, and Susan is leaving at the end of next week, not in a fortnight, so you’ll be taking over her job, as well, soon.”

  “Oh! Wow!” stammered Keziah. “That’s awesome. Mahoney and Richardson, that’s the worried guy on the fifth floor?”

  “Yeah, his wife is expecting twins any minute now, and she used to do a lot of his paperwork for him. She has been too tired to do much for the last month, and she wants to stay home with the babies for their first year, so that job will last for a while, I reckon,” added Tia.

  “Twins! Wow, poor thing.”

  “Oh, yeah. Talk about an instant family! Glad it’s them, not me.”

  “Tomorrow I’ll work on memorizing that list. I’m getting quite a good understanding of the building just from wandering around it, so hopefully I shouldn’t let you down.”

  “Well worst-case scenario, just take a message, and I’ll call them back after my lunch. That should hold them,” replied Tia.

  “Thanks,” said Keziah as the elevator disgorged a group of people heading for Tia.

  Keziah took the stairs down to the shops, wanting to buy some things for dinner. She’d promised the men she’d cook for them and wanted something simple but yummy.

  And not salad. The next time we fuck, I want it to be in a bed, not on a table or even a chair! Besides, it’s been a while since I have had them both in me together, and I need to set that up, too. Oh, God yeah. I want them both in me again together, so much.

  She giggled to herself, hatching plans.

  * * * *

  The men arrived together promptly at six p.m. Keziah’s tuna and corn pasta bake was pronounced delicious and quickly consumed. Amos and Wesley were thrilled that Keziah would probably have a job in the next few days.

  “See, sweetness, I told you so,” said Wesley.

  “You need to believe in yourself as a talented, intelligent woman. We know what an asset you’d be to any company,” added Amos.

  “Come into the bedroom now,” she said, ignoring their comments but still warmed inside by their endless kindness to her.

  The guys exchanged looks, then followed her in.

  Fresh sheets were on the bed, and the quilt was turned down invitingly. A row of tiny tea candles had been placed along the windowsill, and they flickered charmingly, leaving a light pine scent on the air.

  Keziah turned her back to the men and pulled her dress over her head.

  “Holy shit,” gasped Amos as she bent over, showing that although she had no underwear on, she was wearing a bright pink butt plug.

  “Fucking A,” added Wesley as she turned around to show her freshly bare mons.

  “I wanted to thank you for looking after me,” she said, moving to the bed and lying flat in the center of it.

  “No, thank you,” said Amos, ripping hastily at his clothes.

  “We’ve wanted you to move in with us for ages,” added Wesley, almost falling as he tried to pull his dress pants off while still wearing his lace-up shoes.

  Keziah had thoughtfully laid out the lube and a pack of bright pink, flavored condoms on the nightstand.

  Both men quickly rolled on condoms, then flipped her over, and Amos pulled out the butt plug while Wesley grabbed the lube and massaged it into her ass.

  “We need to slow down,” said Amos. “Foreplay and all that.”

  “Stuff foreplay,” said Keziah. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Ahh, well slide on here then,” he said, rolling onto his back and pulling her over him.

  Keziah did just that, then lay flat on his chest as Wesley inched his way into her rectum. Her dark channel was hot and ready, and soon, both men were sheathed deep inside her.

  “Feels so good,” she whispered.

  The three of them lay still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being united. The men leaned across her shoulder and kissed each other, a harsh, passionate clashing of teeth and thrusting of tongues, then each one kissed her, more gently but still full of passion.

  Keziah’s hands roamed over two hot, hard bodies, broad shoulders, muscled arms, and taut muscled asses.

  Finally her finger slid into Amos’s ass, and she twirled it inside his puckered hole.

  “Shit!” he gasped and thrust up inside her.

  As if she had pressed an ignition switch, both men began thrusting into her, one pushing in as the other withdrew, then reversing, their cocks dragging along her walls and almost touching through the filmy barrier between her cunt and her ass.

  Gradually, they sped up, and the men grasped each other’s shoulders, holding her almost immobile between them as they increased their pace in and out of her.

  Keziah’s nails dug deep into Amos’s ass as need rose in her. She sucked his shoulder and bit down on the place where it connected to his neck.

  Then deliberately, she moved her arms back to Wesley, running her hands down his sides and digging her nails into his hips.

  The men’s pace changed again. Now they moved in and out of her together. Deeper, harder, faster, both pushing in as far as they could and withdrawing only to push in harder and deeper.

  Wesley’s teeth sank into her neck. “Now. Come now,” he ordered. And just like that, she did, screaming their names as the climax rolled over her, shuddering and shaking from the top of her head to her toes, and every nerve ending in between.

  The men exploded inside her and the feel of that cum burning her through the thin, pink latex kept her muscles rippling and milking their cocks for long minutes.

  Damn, they are good. I don’t understand why they want me to be with them, but I am fast becoming addicted to them. They are both such perfect lovers. Sex with them is truly the very best experience ever.

  * * * *

  As Tia had forecast, a job offer from Mahoney and Richardson was sitting in her mailbox the next morning—Monday, Wednesday, Friday eight a.m. till noon at twenty-five dollars per hour. Not big money but it would give her a bit of independence, and she would be getting thirty dollars a day for the sixty-five or seventy minutes she was covering the concourse reception desk, so life was definitely looking up.

  With all her résumés delivered, Keziah decided it was time to study Tia’s list, but by lunchtime she was developing a case of cabin fever so hung her keycard around her neck and decided to explore this floor and the one lower, the Recreation Level.

  The building was virtually a box with the elevators at one end, fire stairs beside them, and the four apartments each taking one quarter of the remaining space—A and B at the elevator end and C and D at the far end, with a hallway down the center. Amos and Wesley’s apartment was 14D.

  Keziah walked around the floor once, then a second time, frowning at the locked fire stairs between apartments C and D.

  “What the hell?” she muttered, retracing her steps and checking. Yep. Fire stairs beside the elevators.

  “I hope Garry’s on duty,” she said, then went down to the concourse level.

  Garry was there, and he wasn’t busy. Instead, he was chatting to a much younger and slimmer guard and willingly came across to speak to her.

 
“How many sets of fire stairs are there on each level?” she asked.

  “You’re an observant little thing, aren’t you?” He smiled. “The fourteenth floor is the only level with two sets, probably because old John Smith wanted to be extra safe.”

  “But where do they come out?”

  “In the private level of the parking garage, right by the private elevators,” he replied.

  “But the elevator is at the other end of the floor,” she argued.

  “Well, that’s the way they were built,” Garry replied.

  “Okay, thanks,” she answered, then took the elevator up to the gym.

  “Three different elevators, two sets of fire stairs. I need a drink,” she muttered.

  But while she wandered around the gymnasium, the aerobics room, the weights room, the hot tub room, the sauna, the Olympic-length swimming pool, and the ten-foot-deep, icy-cold plunge pool, her mind still worked away at the puzzle of the extra set of fire stairs.

  “You’re crazy, the security guards would never be wrong,” she told herself as she took the elevator back down to level eight of the basement parking garage. She walked the four corners of the garage, and there was definitely just one elevator and one set of fire stairs. She did the same on level seven, level six, and level five.

  At level four, where office workers could park, a second elevator was added, a pushbutton one for public use, but there was still only one set of fire stairs. And she had looked very carefully, even walking between cars in their parking bays, to check where she thought the other fire stairs would come out.

  She continued checking every level, walking up the fire stairs so people would not notice her getting on and off the elevators and so she could see whether a second set joined in with them somewhere. By the time she got to level fourteen, her feet ached, but she was totally convinced the extra set of fire stairs definitely did not go down below the fourteenth floor.

  “And why the hell would they go up?” she asked herself as she sat on the floor back in her apartment, massaging her aching toes.

  * * * *

  “Ahh, you’re a very observant woman, Keziah. I’m proud of how quickly you worked that out. You’re the perfect woman for Amos and Wesley. I only wish Amos would let me talk to you. I’m sure you’d understand,” said the ghost, who was sitting on top of the bookshelves. He watched her for a moment longer, then faded through the ceiling.

  * * * *

  Wesley knocked and entered Amos’s office.

  “Hey, man, all ready for the board meeting tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. Old fart face will kick up as usual, but as usual, we should be able to swing the Board to go with the most logical option.”

  “Ya know, you probably shouldn’t call your father ‘old fart face.’”

  “He may be my father, but he hasn’t got an ounce of business sense. He would have ruined the company in those three years between when Uncle John died and I took over if both Uncle John and I hadn’t kept leaning on him so hard.”

  “Oh, yeah, I remember his idea of changing the corporate logo from blue and black to brown and gold to match his football team’s colors. It was priced at three million dollars, and he didn’t blink,” said Wesley.

  “The man’s a total loser, all right. Is this a social call?” asked Amos, opening the drawer with the lube and condoms.

  “Well, it’s connected with that, and I am always up for a fuck,” said Wesley, displaying the ready bulge of his erection, “but did you know the Mitchells in 14B are moving out at the end of the month? I thought maybe we could take their apartment over and add it to ours. Knock out the dividing wall, turn their living room into a main bedroom, knock out the wall into the bedroom to make their bathroom much bigger, maybe add a hot tub, a shower big enough for three with a seat in it, then have our bedroom as a dining room so there’d be more space in the kitchen. Whaddya think?”

  “Wes, you’re a genius,” said Amos, jumping up to hug his friend. “That’s an awesome idea. And we could renovate the other apartment as a surprise and not tell Keziah till it was done, then knock a hole in the adjoining wall for a door, and just add the finishing touches once she knows.”

  Wesley grabbed a notepad, and the two men started jotting ideas and sketching layouts, until Amos’s personal assistant buzzed him to tell him his next appointment had arrived.

  * * * *

  As they sipped their coffee after dinner, Amos asked the others, “What would you like to do this evening? It’s Friday night, we should be out having fun.”

  “Ugh, my feet have had enough fun for one day,” said Keziah. “How about we stay home and watch a movie instead?”

  “Have you been down to the swimming pool yet? We could soak in the hot tub or broil in the sauna, have a swim, stuff like that, and none of it will stress your feet,” suggested Wesley.

  “Yeah, okay, that sounds good. I liked the look of the hot tub. It did tempt me,” she said.

  Swimwear was not permitted in the hallways, so they changed into their swimwear, then put their clothes back on top and took a bag of underwear and towels with them.

  God, they look delicious, thought Keziah as she gazed at the men’s toned, muscular bodies in their matching style board shorts—Amos in gold and Wesley in green. Her modest, one-piece navy swimsuit, on the other hand, was inadequate to hide the rounded shape of her tummy, hips, and thighs.

  “Gotta start another diet tomorrow,” she muttered to the mirror as she covered up with a long black skirt and T-shirt.

  The Recreation Level was almost deserted. One lone apartment-dweller was swimming laps in the main pool, and two men were lifting weights in the weights room, but the rest of the place was empty of people.

  Three minutes in the sauna had Keziah grabbing her towel and saying, “You can both stay here as long as you like. I’ll wait for you in the hot tub. This is too much like midsummer in Africa for me.”

  “When were you in Africa in midsummer?” teased Amos.

  “Ha ha,” she replied, closing the door and walking through the hall to the hot tub.

  The hot tub was huge and had an entire room to itself. It was sunk into the floor, and the walls were glass but covered in steam. Keziah walked down the half dozen steps into the tub and sank onto the bench. The water was shoulder height and delightfully warm. She leaned her head back against the side of the tub and stretched out, relaxing.

  Her muscles were loosening up nicely when, after about five minutes, the two men joined her.

  “You look very sexy in that outfit,” said Amos, sliding along the bench and sitting on her right.

  “But I reckon you’d look even better out of it,” added Wesley, sitting on her left.

  “Nice line, guys, but my pudgy body would look better covered completely by clothing, whereas you both look totally delicious with your chests bare. Although, I do think Speedos would look better on you than board shorts,” she added naughtily.

  “Yeah, but where would I put the condoms?” asked Amos, pulling a handful out of the pocket of his board shorts.

  “Here? You want to fuck here in a public swimming pool?” She gasped.

  “It’s not public, it’s private. Besides, the man doing laps has gone, and the two in the weights room are too far away to see or hear anything we do,” added Wesley.

  “We’ll buy you a bikini before next time, though,” added Amos.

  “Bikini? Me? No way!” protested Keziah, only to have her protests cut short as the men pulled the straps of her swimsuit down, and two heads, one golden, one brown, bent to suck her nipples.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” she murmured, holding their heads to her chest.

  Before she could relax, and while two tongues still played with her nipples, male hands were pulling the swimsuit right off her and leaving it to sink to the bottom of the hot tub.

  “Hey wait—”

  “Shh, we’ll get it before we go,” murmured Amos, lifting her legs up onto the bench while Wesley h
eld her shoulders and continued kissing her breasts.

  Both men donned condoms. Then Wesley pulled her up with her back against his chest and nestled his cock between her butt cheeks. His hands continued to play with her breasts, and his lips roamed along her neck, her shoulders, and even sucked her ear lobes from time to time. Every now and then, he casually thrust up with his cock into her butt crack.

  Meanwhile, Amos sat with her legs on his knee, kissing and sucking her toes, playing with her feet, kissing the tender spot behind her knees and gradually working his way up toward her cunt. A cunt that was already dripping cream and hungering for their cocks.

  Keziah tried to hold first Amos, who was out of reach, then Wesley, but Wesley grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms against her sides with his.

  She shivered as Amos got closer and closer to her aching core.

  “Hungry are we, sweetness?” teased Wesley.

  “Yes. No. Yes.” She gasped as Amos’s tongue reached her clit.

  Amos sat square on the bench, and Wesley lifted Keziah and slid her onto Amos’s cock. All three of them sighed as he sank into her to the hilt.

  Wesley came and stood behind her, lodging his cock in her ass crack again, the deep floor of the hot tub making him at the perfect level when he spread his legs a little.

  As had become their custom, the two on the outside grasped each other’s shoulders, linking all three tightly into a single unit—a genuine threesome—and the men began to thrust.

  Keziah was going crazy with need. The hot water, the erotic bubbles, the adrenaline rush of the possibility of being caught, and the two hot, sexy hunks who wanted her, drove her to a very fast orgasm. She squeezed her internal muscles as hard as she could, hoping to bring the men with her, and Amos’s cock was carried along with the tide of her milking, rippling cunt.

  While she was still quaking with aftershocks, the two men picked her up and swapped places, Wesley thrusting deep into her still-quivering cunt. He thrust hard three, four, five times, and on the fifth time, she came again, harder than before, and Wes came with her this time, blasting his cum into his condom.

  The men soothed and kissed and petted her down from her high, then Amos located her swimsuit and helped her put it back on.