HO-HO-HO!

Fiction by Candy

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� 2008

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I knew my husband cheated on me.� I knew.

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As the holidays approached, instead of happiness I felt unease.� Dan was invited to a costumed Christmas party at a friend�s house and I knew that his secretary�his mistress�would probably be there.� I didn�t want to go.� I figured it�d be easier for me not to see her and ruin my evening.� Let him have his fun.

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Dan had what he called his �Evil Santa� costume that was a lot more wicked than how Billy Bob Thornton looked in that movie of his.� I had bought an elf costume with an impish mask that was very revealing (the costume, not the mask, silly!).� Dan hadn�t seen it yet, and now wouldn�t.� Too bad.� He would have gone crazy seeing all the other men ogling me with my tits half hanging out.� I�d even toyed with the idea of going without panties under the costume�s little skirt.� Double too bad.� I really loved the little green elf hat.

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Again I begged off going to the party, and Dan went alone. �After he left the house, a devilish idea popped into my head.� Why don�t I go to the party in my new costume and test the bastard to see how easily he�d jump the bones of another woman?� After all, he hadn�t seen my costume.� Soon I was a dressed-up, sexy elf and on my way.

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At the house, the party was already going strong.� Nobody was really paying attention to who was entering; everyone was incognito anyway in their costumes.� I wandered and mingled, sipped wine, not seeing Dan for maybe the first half-hour I was there.� During that time I was hit on by at least five men in varying states of inebriation.� One guy I knew had the balls to proposition me with his wife right by his side!� I was really beginning to question the party when after passing a couple of rooms I got my answer.� In each bedroom at least two couples were having sex.� This was a swingers� party!� Damn my husband, the bastard!� I was torn between leaving and locating Dan.� As I was about to turn and leave, there was Evil Santa.� I walked up to him and interrupted his conversation with a bottle-blond �tree ornament.�

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�Hi there, big guy.� You ready to come somewhere besides down the chimney?�

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He looked at me with a lascivious look not hidden by the scraggly fake beard and mustache.� �Why, it�s one of my fave-o-rite elves!� Ho ho ho, Santa should remember an elf that looks as good as you.� Have we met?�

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�I don�t know, Santa.� Maybe we have, maybe we haven�t,� I answered, putting a little of the temptress into my voice.

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�Let�s freshen up that wine of yours and go somewhere and get to know each other better.�

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The bastard!� I could hear the hoarseness in his voice, so much so he didn�t sound like Dan.� This must be the seductive voice he used on all his conquests.� I couldn�t wait to urge him on, and then bust him for hitting on me�to him a total stranger at the party.� He got me another glass of wine and then propelled me toward a room off the main hall.� This room seemed to be half bedroom and half torture chamber, decorated with a fine collection of velvet ropes, harnesses and handcuffs.� No way would any man get me into one of those restraints, I thought.� He talked me up a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed, before his hand started feeling me up.� I let him.� Oh, was he busted!

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�Mmmm, you�ve got quite the body for an elf.� I bet you have other skills too, besides making toys,� he said with a wink.

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I said coyly, �But how did you know, Santa?�

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�Santa can tell those things, like whether you�ve been naughty or nice, ho ho ho!�

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He was naughty.� His hand travelled up my thigh until with a double-take, he found I was panty-less.�� He �ho-ho-hoed� again as he began rubbing my clit exactly the way I liked it.� Oh did that feel good!� I figured I�d let him, and have my fun in more ways than one.� While I let my head hang back, enjoying the sensation, suddenly his finger was replaced by his tongue.� The face whiskers somehow added to the experience.� Dan usually was only so-so in the pussy-licking business but this time he was doing a splendid job.� Maybe it was the whiskers.

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�Yes, oh yes, that�s good, that�s good, yes, don�t stop, don�t��

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My eyes were closed as the orgasmic wave approached the shore, when suddenly a rigid cock was pushed into my panting, open mouth.

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�Oh yes, elf baby, suck me, suck Santa good!�

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He was dead meat now.� I was tempted to bite the fucker rather than suck it, but I didn�t.� What the hell, might as well go all the way with this ruse.� Was it my imagination or did his cock seem fuller, more tumescent maybe, thicker somehow?� The bastard�his Santa-pants down around his ankles and getting harder when he thought it was strange pussy.� He kept thrusting, trying to go down my throat, but I couldn�t take all of him, choking a little bit.

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�Don�t choke on Santa�s big reindeer, elf baby.� Let me put it somewhere else.��� With that it was straight into my vagina.� Jesus!� �Big reindeer��what an asshole!

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I pushed him out and got onto my hands and knees on the bed, lifting the tiny elf-skirt to expose my butt in all its glory.� If he didn�t recognize his wife�s ass by now, I�d kill him for sure.� Doggie has always been my favorite position for great orgasms so if I was going to let him go all the way I may as well enjoy it to the fullest.� �Fullest� was the right word since he seemed to be filling me more than ever before.� I wasn�t sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing yet.

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He pounded into me, riding low so he rubbed my clit good.� Dan wasn�t always that considerate of me, but of course he wasn�t fucking �me�, was he?� He was lasting longer too, another thing not like him.� Just wait until I got him home.� Orgasm first, though.

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�God, I�m cummmmmingggggggggg, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,� I cried out.

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�Hold on baby�I�m cumming too�uuuuuuuuuuuggghhhh,� he muttered, as he thrust a few more times before adding his cock�s convulsions to my vagina�s.

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He got off the bed, pulled his red pants back on and said, �You are some hot broad, little elf.� Let me clean off a bit and get a beer and I�ll come back and get to know you better, okay,� and without another word was out of the room.

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I lay there a while with cum dripping from my satisfied pussy and anger building in my mind.� Not only did he cheat, thinking I was another woman, but the bastard didn�t even come right back.� Seething, eventually I got up and went looking for him.� All around the house people were screwing either in twos or other numerical combinations.� Costumes were strewn everywhere�even a few Santa suits�but not Dan�s Evil Santa outfit.� I asked anyone I ran into (who were still on their feet, that is) and nobody saw him.� I got propositioned, groped and grabbed by both men and women alike.� I was about to give up looking for my husband when I bumped into a great looking younger man only wearing small bits of his costume and nothing else.�

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His hazel eyes bore through me as he smiled and said, �Whoa there, cute little elf�okay, maybe not that little,� staring at my still exposed breasts.� I hadn�t even realized the state of my costume until he said that.� �You looking for me?�

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�No.� I�m looking for my asshole husband.�

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�I�ll be glad to take his place for a while.�

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I was about to tell him to fuck off, but perhaps my vengeful heart took over.� Or maybe it was my vengeful pussy.� Nonetheless I decided that a young hunk like this was what I needed about then.� I let him lead me to a bedroom where another couple was in copulating frenzy and paying no attention to us newcomers.� My new �friend� was magnificently hung and I did my best to make sure he wasn�t �hanging� anymore.�� After I sucked him for a while I spread my legs and he climbed aboard.� The guy�s cock was like a hot piston going in and out of my insatiable pussy.� I grabbed his ass and urged him on.

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�Yes, yes, faster, c�mon, you can go faster, FASTER!�

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He did, and soon we both were cumming like crazy.� We must have put on quite a show since the other couple had finished and were watching us.� They almost applauded; I saw it in their faces.� Hot!

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I made my excuses and got out of the house before I lost it again and let someone else jump me.� When I got home, the house was dark which meant Dan was still out.� Was he at the party and I missed him somehow?� I showered yet imagined I could still smell the sex on me.� I put on a non-sexy nightgown and went to bed.� I couldn�t fall asleep, thinking about Dan and what I now confirmed.� When he came home, he didn�t have the Santa costume on.� In the bedroom, I asked him how the party went, in full preparation for my ambush.

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�Naw, I didn�t go to the party.� I heard through the grapevine it would be�eh�let�s say, a little unsavory, so Mike and I went to Billy�s Sports Bar and watched the bowl game and gorged on buffalo wings.�

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I couldn�t believe him.� �What�what about your costume?�

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�I let Jimbo Frank from the office borrow it.� He�s about the same size as me and he sort of likes those parties, I think, same as some of the younger guys at the office.�

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Oh God!� I�d been fucked by a man named Jimbo!� My plan had backfired miserably.� I just hoped these guys from his office didn�t recognize the �elf�.� I didn�t have a great night�s sleep, that�s for sure.

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The following night while getting ready for bed, Dan told me about the talk around the water-cooler at work.� �Honey, you should have heard Jimbo and Brian talk about the party.� I kinda hinted at what type of party it was, right?� Whew, they were both talking about this babe in an elf costume who they took turns with.� The way they described her made me think of you and how hot you can be when you�re aroused.� Damn, I even pictured you dressed like a sexy elf with your beautiful ass, and I got a hard-on right there at my desk!�

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I was horrified at what he was telling me, hoping my facial expression didn�t give me away.� Horrified, that is, until he slid his hand between my thighs.

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�Holy shit, Lynn!� Does this talk of sex at a party turn you on?� My God, you�re soaking wet!�

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We made love for practically an hour and I lost track of how many times I�d cum.� Enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss from our best fuck-session in a long time, I pondered how well my plan had worked after all.� Think about it: I got two good, no-strings-attached humpings; my faith in my husband somewhat restored; and Dan�s libido getting a boost from hearing about his buddies� mystery conquest.

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An evil voice deep within me bellowed, �Ho Ho Ho!��� I�ll take it!

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If you liked this story, e-mail me at [email protected] and let me know what you think of my writing.� The story began as a school assignment for Christmas but quickly got naughty so another story got turned in instead. � I tried hard to write it as an adult, not as the teenager I am.� Did I succeed? � If you liked it, the rest of my stuff can be found at the Cotton Candy web site.� Thank you.

Candy