Chapter 2
My wonderful husband disappeared shortly after we arrived, off to do something or other.
My heart pounds as I watch the clock creep toward five o’clock, the official start of the party.
I glance around the room again. I’m the only Santa’s helper, but I see plenty of people in outfits more revealing than mine, so I’m in good company.
Everyone is in high spirits and the anticipation in the air holds the promise of a night of laughter and inappropriate behavior.
Once the party starts, one of his coworkers approaches me with two glasses of wine. The guy is massive and fit, with yummy salt and pepper hair at his temples and gorgeous blue eyes. I’d estimate him in his early fifties, but he obviously works out and is blessed in the genes department.
“Joey asked me to bring you a drink. Do you want one?”
He holds out a glass and I gladly accept, taking a sip.
“Thanks. I’m not sure where Joey went...”
I hope he’ll fill in the details since he saw Joey last.
“He’s doing last-minute work on the presents. He asked me to entertain you. I’m Caleb, by the way.”
His eyes twinkle and I notice his eyes sweep over my cleavage. My pussy revs to life and I resist the urge to sway towards him and flirt. This is exactly the type of guy I’d want a dirty encounter with at a Christmas party.
I’ve always had a thing for sexy older men.
“I’m Miri, but I’m guessing you knew that.”
He nods and I catch him taking a peek at my top again. Not that I blame him. This bustier is incredibly flattering, and it’s such brief glances, it’s obvious he’s trying not to stare. I press my chest forward, hoping my womanly charms will addle his brain and I can pump him for information.
“Do you know what gifts Santa is giving out?” If he knows, maybe he’ll tell me.
His grin blossoms slowly. “Something naughty.”
I wasn’t expecting his response and I can’t hold in my giggle. “Naughty gifts make the best presents.” I take another sip of wine. “So... how about you show me around the party, huh?”
I don’t really need him to show me around, but when he offers me his arm, I take it. The strength of his body gives me a pleasant thrill and my nipples harden.
Oh fuck, I haven’t reacted to a guy like this in several months... not since my first hotwife experience with Zane, my high school crush, when we were vacationing on the Oregon coast.
Joey and I have talked about me fucking someone else again, and this time with him watching, but we haven’t found the right person yet.
We’re not rushing; we want it to feel right for both of us.
The way my body is reacting, Caleb feels very right to me, but I’m not here to fuck someone else.
I need my husband so I can drive him wild.
We walk around and chat with other couples. Every time my body brushes against Caleb’s, a neediness builds in my core. It’s silly to be feeling this way around a virtual stranger, but he’s so damn sexy.
I notice several other women eying him, but he seems oblivious and is attentive to me.
My body is bursting with energy, and I’m flushed and extra giggly.
After a bit, it seems like I’m on a date with him, which is odd.
When I imagine this hunk taking me to a secluded corner and grinding against me, I know I’m in trouble.
Dammit, where is Joey? He needs to save me from these insane thoughts.
I finally spot him across the room, facing me, and chatting with a couple of people. His eyes follow my every move. The searing heat in his gaze makes my lips part as my heart rate speeds up. I think he’s been watching me flirt with Caleb, and from his intense interest, I can tell he likes it.
I turn to Caleb and trail my hands down his arm for the benefit of my watching husband, and to get Caleb’s attention.
“Hey. I see Joey and I’m going to join him. I’ll talk to you later.”
A huge grin spreads across his face, and his eyes twinkle. “I need to go get ready, anyway. Santa has presents to give out.”
I stop and stare at him while he walks away. Wait, does he mean HE’s Santa? A forbidden burst of delight burns inside of me at the thought of him in a Santa costume. Oh fuck, it’s HIS sack I want to empty tonight.
Shaking my head to clear my slutty thoughts, I almost stumble on my way to my husband, but steady myself with a chair at a nearby table. Stupid shoes. Too bad they’re so sexy.
When I get to Joey the other couple is walking away. He sets his empty glass of wine on a nearby table before taking my hand, pulling me into his arms, and kissing me so hard my knees go weak.
Whoa, okay. I’m liking where this is going.
I moan into his mouth and then pull back and laugh. “What’s got into you?”
He doesn’t answer and kisses me again until I’m on fire. His tongue invades my mouth, and I respond by sliding my hand around his neck and pulling him closer. His fingers dig into my hips as his hardness presses against my stomach.
I’m the one who breaks off the kiss. “No really, what got you all turned on?”
I’m certain it has to do with Caleb, but I want to hear him say it. He kisses me again, and I can feel my pussy spasming as our tongues dance. My head spins when he finally stops.
“Maybe it’s because I watched you flirting with Caleb for the last thirty minutes, or it’s possible I’m just excited to see you.”
I don’t add that it could be the empty glass of wine he had in his hand. I’m not sure how much he’s drank, but it looks as if my flirty husband has come to play.
He traces my bottom lip with his thumb. “Baby, are you having fun tonight?”
“Yes.” My breathless reply is cut off as he swoops in for another kiss.
Hot damn, this is great. His hands roam all over my body. My dress suddenly feels too tight as my panties dampen and my breasts ache. His lips brush against my neck and I moan softly.
Shit, I hope no one is looking this way. I’m about ready to drag him to a back room and go to town on his cock.
He nibbles on my neck and his breath is a warm puff on my sensitive skin when he speaks. “I really like your dress.”
I want to laugh, but I hold it in. Oh yeah, I can tell he likes it.
“Yeah, it’s kind of slutty, but in a good way.”
He nips at my neck some more. “In the very best way.”
I was only joking, but my insides quiver at his words. I gasp when he slips his hand under my short dress and cups my ass. His palm slides over my silky panties and the friction sends a shockwave through my body. God, at this rate, I’m going to be a wet mess when I help Santa with the gifts.
As if Joey is reading my mind, he pulls away from me. “This will have to wait until after the party.”
I’m half disappointed but know it’s for the better. He links his fingers with mine and leads me towards a side door.
“Yeah, fine. I’m telling you, you got me all worked up so I better get something out of you by the end of the night.”
He glances over his shoulder at me, and his eyes smolder. “Try not to think about the fact that Santa has a massive cock.”
What?
I trip over my feet at his words, and he helps me find my balance as I tease him.
“Really? And how would YOU know this?”
He laughs and tilts his head to the side with an evil grin.
“I’ve heard rumors.”
I snort. Rumors my ass. Are people walking around the accounting firm talking about each other’s cock size? I think not.
When we reach the side door, he opens it and a warm glow lights the room. Caleb, dressed up as Santa, is standing next to a table with a sack of presents on it.
Caleb is enormous. Somehow, the red costume accentuates his size.
Fuck.
I can imagine this guy having a massive cock. Joey might be right.
I glance around the room, trying to focus on anything except Caleb. The room appears to be an employee breakroom with couches lining the far wall. This is definitely a room where Santa could get lucky... maybe on one of the couches.
“Hey again,” Caleb calls out.
I’m forced to look at him and he’s staring at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
“H-hi.”
Ugh, I sound like an idiot. Why isn’t Joey speaking?
Caleb abandons the sack of gifts and comes over to us. He’s so close I can smell his cologne. A sharp glance at my husband reveals him watching us. Yeah, he’s enjoying Caleb’s closeness.
“You ready to be my helper?”
I imagine helping myself to Caleb’s cock and I can feel a blush creep up my face. Fuck, I need to get a grip.
I blurt out, “Sure,” before I say what I’m really thinking.
Joey takes my hand and squeezes it to get my attention. “Baby, I’ll be out there with everyone else.”
I nod and he leans towards me with his mouth close to my ear. “And don’t forget to think about what I told you.”
He kisses my cheek with a laugh, and I stand there in shock as he leaves. How big of a cock DOES Caleb have? God, I’m such a slut. Better still, my husband obviously adores this side of me.
Caleb goes back to the table, secures the red bag, and throws it over his shoulder, pulling my thoughts away from his cock.
“Miri, do you know why Santa always lands on the roof?”
I blink and don’t reply. Uh, what?
“Because he likes it on top.”
He winks at me and walks towards the door, and I stand there dumbly.
Is he flirting with me? When he realizes I’m not following, he glances at me with a smile in his eyes.
“You coming?”
My pussy buzzes and my brain kicks in finally.
I give him my best coy smile. “Not without permission.”
He barks out a laugh. “Come with me and I’ll tell you why Santa is always so jolly.”
Oh god, I’m supposed to be the one telling the Santa jokes tonight. I catch up with him as he opens the door.
“So why is Santa jolly?”
Caleb motions for me to go through the door first and as I pass, he whispers, “Because he knows where all the naughty girls live.”
The door closes behind us, and I giggle. Yeah, I fell into that one.
When a guy sees us, he climbs up onto a chair and holds a microphone. “It’s time for our big announcement.”
Everyone quiets down, and I glance around the room for Joey. Where is my man? I don’t see him, and the announcer continues.
“We’ve had such an amazing year we’re giving each of you a bonus check.”
The room erupts in cheers and the guy waits until it calms down before continuing.
“You thought that was good? There’s more. In February, we’re closing the office for a week and taking all employees, and their plus one, on vacation.”
The hooting and hollering from that announcement almost drown out him telling everyone that the details of the trip are in the envelopes with the bonus checks. As the guy steps down from the chair, Caleb takes it as our cue to pass out the gifts.
We walk around the room and pause at each table.
Santa has me reach into his sack of presents and give one to each person.
The gifts come in three different sizes.
As we walk away, I see people opening them.
They are boxes of expensive chocolates with an envelope, presumably giving details about the trip and bonus.
Since the presents don’t have names on them, I am assuming the money isn’t in the envelope, especially since we’re giving one to everyone at the party, including the invited guests.
When we’re done passing out the gifts, Caleb turns to me and whispers. “Thank you for helping me empty my sack.”
My eyes grow round. HEY, that was supposed to be my joke!
He laughs at my response and gives a little wave. “I’ll see you later, Miri.”
The way he says it makes it sound like he really thinks he will see me later, and I call out, “Bye,” as he walks away.
In a few seconds, Joey is by my side. He moves behind me and puts his arms around me. I lean into him and feel his hardness press against me. Well, he’s still turned on, so that’s good, but now my jokes are ruined.
Something must have tipped him off that I’m disgruntled. “What’s the matter, Baby?”
I grumble, “Santa stole all my best jokes.”
Joey laughs, and hearing myself makes me smirk. Okay, it’ll be fine. Joey hasn’t heard the Santa’s sack joke yet, so I guess all is not lost.
He kisses my head. “That’s okay, Baby. You can take it out on Caleb while you fuck him in the back room.”
What? I’m fucking him tonight?
I pull back so I can look at Joey. His face is flushed and his eyes shine, as if the thought turns him on. He’s not joking.
“But only if you want,” he adds.
My nipples tighten and a zing of pleasure zips straight to my pussy. Oh yeah, we want. We want.
“Yes... oh, yes.” I nod eagerly.
He laughs again. “Good. I want to watch you empty Santa’s sack.”
My mouth falls open and I squeak, about to complain that now he’s the one stealing my jokes. When he tugs on my hand, I close my mouth and follow him. No way am I going to risk him rescinding the offer.
He leads me towards the room we were in before. When he opens the door, Caleb is by the table waiting for us. He still has his Santa suit on and I want to gobble him all up. He’s that damn sexy.
Oh, shit... am I going to actually fuck him as Santa? A shimmer of lust ripples through me.
God, I hope so. This is my kind of dirty.