Fiction by Candy
I knew my husband cheated on me. I knew.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
“Hi there, big guy. You ready to come somewhere besides down the chimney?”
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?”
“I don’t know, Santa. Maybe we have, maybe we haven’t,” I answered, putting a little of the temptress into my voice.
“Let’s freshen up that wine of yours and go somewhere and get to know each other better.”
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!
“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.
I said coyly, “But how did you know, Santa?”
“Santa can tell those things, like whether you’ve been naughty or nice, ho ho ho!”
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.
“Yes, oh yes, that’s good, that’s good, yes, don’t stop, don’t—”
My eyes were closed as the orgasmic wave approached the shore, when suddenly a rigid cock was pushed into my panting, open mouth.
“Oh yes, elf baby, suck me, suck Santa good!”
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.
“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!
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.
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.
“God, I’m cummmmmingggggggggg, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I cried out.
“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.
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.
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.
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?”
“No. I’m looking for my asshole husband.”
“I’ll be glad to take his place for a while.”
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.
“Yes, yes, faster, c’mon, you can go faster, FASTER!”
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!
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.
“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.”
I couldn’t believe him. “What…what about your costume?”
“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.”
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.
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!”
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.
“Holy shit, Lynn! Does this talk of sex at a party turn you on? My God, you’re soaking wet!”
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.
An evil voice deep within me bellowed, “Ho Ho Ho!” I’ll take it!
If you liked this story, e-mail me at email@example.com 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.