When Trish and Dave got down to the bedroom, they found no sign of Sally. They didn't know which room was Ezekiel's, so they just had to hope that Rufus was right about Ezekiel looking after her. As it was after midnight, they had a quick wash, cuddled together and went to sleep.
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When Sally walked away from the main bedroom, her whole body was in a state of excited upheaval. So much had happened that night; her mind was in turmoil trying to process everything. She had never even fantasised about something like what she had watched, but it had rekindled the sexual need she had been feeling that night. 'God, three men at once, and Trish!!!' The one woman she had thought was elegant and proper, almost a prude. Unbelievable!
Then she thought about what had happened with Ezekiel in the other room. She had no idea how many orgasms she had. She thought it was three, but it all seemed like one long orgasm; it was that good. His huge black body towering over her pale frame, really got her buzzing. He was nothing like the three men she had previously slept with. Her first was hardly any older than her and had no experience. The next she didn't even want to think about, and then Jules, who had used her for two weeks then, dumped her with nothing but humiliation and betrayal.
Ezekiel had made love to her; she now knew that what she read in some of her raunchy books could be more than just an author's fantasy. When they both had climaxed, he kept going and kissed her whole body from head to toe, finally finishing up between her legs, where he ate her until she climaxed again. Then not even leaving her to recover, he was in her again and drove her to at least one more orgasm, maybe more; she was a bit unclear about that part of the act; she was so out of it. But she was aware that Ezekiel had climaxed with her as she felt his hot sperm ejaculating deep inside.
She snapped out of her raunchy thoughts and realised that Ezekiel was asking her a question.
"I said, do you want to come and sleep in my room?"
Sally didn't hesitate, replying, "Yes!"
She didn't want to face Trish and Dave until she sorted out everything racing around her brain. The two of them had walked out of the Penthouse and down the corridor to his suite.
Ezekiel dropped his robe, took hers from her shoulders, drew the covers back, and they climbed into bed. He kissed her and then asked her what she thought about what they had just watched. She replied that she needed time to sort out what she felt. Then Ezekiel asked her if she would like to do that.
Without thinking, she replied, "I'd do anything you wanted."
He asked her if she needed to use the toilet, and she realised she was busting, so she nodded.
"Right, go to the bathroom; I need to get something. I'll be back in a minute."
Sally climbed back into bed when she had peed and given herself a quick wash. She lay there thinking about the fantastic sex she had experienced. She heard the door open but did not open her eyes. She wondered what might happen next, thinking, 'surely he can't do it again', as she had read many stories saying most men could only do it once a night.
She opened her eyes just enough to see his silhouette against the city's lights, then felt him crawl into bed beside her. She noted he had turned out the lights so that the room was bathed in a mellow glow from the bathroom door and the city lights pouring in through the ranch slider.
Then as his beautiful body snuggled in beside her, she felt another body climb onto the bed and cuddle into her back. Her eyes flew open, and flicking her head back, she saw it was Adam. She felt embarrassed, but Ezekiel turned her head back to him and kissed her, making her feel safe.
Then he pulled back, looked at her, and asked her if she was okay.
She said she was, then, "But I don't want to do what they were doing."
Ezekiel understood she meant the threesome and asked, "Why, is it the anal? Have you never done that?"
She was embarrassed and reluctantly replied, "Yes! I had a boyfriend for two weeks, and that's all he wanted to do, and it hurt."
Ezekiel told her to relax and that they wouldn't do anything she did not want. He told Adam to go and pour a couple of glasses of bubbly. He also got out of bed and plugged his iPhone into the stereo, and put on some music she had never heard before.
As Adam got back into bed, she noticed her clothes were over on the settee; they must have brought them back for her. Adam placed the bottle (in an ice bucket) on the bedside table and handed her the glass. She sat up next to him and took a sip. It was beautiful; she asked Adam what it was.
"French Champagne, expensive stuff. I took it from the fridge in the Penthouse." He replied.
Sally and Adam sat sipping their drinks. Ezekiel declined a glass, explaining he had had enough. Then he asked about her boyfriend and why she had not made him stop if it hurt. Sally briefly explained what had happened with Jules.
Ezekiel looked shocked, "Give me his address. I'm sure Adam and I can organise someone to go around and give him a good reaming up his arse with no lubrication."
Sally sniggered, noticing she had finished her glass and that Adam was refilling it. She realised she was getting lightheaded on just that one glass. She told Ezekiel he neededn't bother, as Dave had already sorted Jules out. They discussed the music; Ezekiel explained each song and said the music was all made by black bands around Los Angeles. Before she knew it, Adam was attempting to fill her glass again.
She refused, pointing out she was feeling warm and fuzzy and already had too much. Ezekiel was lying on his side, head propped up on his left arm; he looked like a model out of one of her girly magazines, only none of those models were handsome black men.
