by Vida Zen
Did we need help so bad we had to call upon a stranger?
I remembered Frank’s message and how stupid I'd been to not invite my friends to party tonight and finally spend his money. Go buck wild, for at least once! Maybe deep inside I knew I'd never do that.
Despite my girlfriends’ outrageous ways, they couldn’t be as wild as they claimed to be and I didn’t want to stick around them to find out. And despite the fact they all meant well, one question remained in my head: was I excited to receive such an adventurous gift for both Frank and I? Right now, the world revolved around our problems as a couple.
“We really need this third wheel, I guess,” I sighed. I stepped into the steamy, soapy water of the bath that I'd drawn then leaned my head against the bath pillow. My thoughts drifted to how mundane my life had become. After about half an hour, I stepped out and toweled off, while I tried to imagine all of the things Cynthia, Liz and Vanessa had talked about. I failed terribly and cursed myself for not letting my body relax and clear my mind.
When I was finally able to relax and ready to drift off to sleep, the strangest sexual dream came to me…
I drove deeper and deeper into the woods until I came upon a cabin. I suddenly found myself surrounded by white snow falling like crystals as I walked up the dirt path to the door. Was I alone? Looking down at myself, I saw I was completely naked. I glanced around the room I was in. The cabin was decorated with Christmas lights illuminating a king sized bed. I looked outside again. I knew I wasn’t alone. Elves mounted on reindeer were looking from the outside in, admiring my naked body as I aroused myself. I touched my breasts until they were perky enough for two red-haired men to suckle on. Frank had appeared out of nowhere. He was one of the men suckling upon my breast, the other man, whose face I couldn't see was suckling upon the other.
Things were too bizarre here, yet I craved the attention. I saw myself as a happier woman, giving my body while I also explored the two men equally. We were somehow, magically transported to the king-sized bed and suddenly each man was beside me. I turned and kissed Frank passionately while the other strange man fondled my breasts. I turned my attention to him and planted a deep, wet kiss on his lips without a second thought. I was becoming more breathless by the second and my body temperature rose to scorching levels.
I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to consume me, each of the men taking his turn at using his hands, his tongue and that ever-so-male part of him to bring me endless bliss. As my multiple orgasms consumed me, I opened my eyes and in the hazy cloud of ecstasy that still shrouded me, I saw an elderly couple watching us.
“Merry Christmas!” The couple shouted.
I pulled myself away from the men and glanced at the full-length mirror that had appeared beside the bed.
“Merry Christmas, Gaby!” I looked around to the couple, dressed in red and white fuzzy robes. “Thank you for all your naughty gifts, Mr. and Mrs. Clause.”
“Just say yes!” Frank came from behind me, bringing the other strange man with him.
* * * *
I screamed, my eyes open while paddling the water. I shivered at how real the snow had felt, the hot bodies against mine, the sex, and me speaking to my own reflection. I was surprised to learn I was still in the bathtub.
When I finally calmed down, I couldn’t help but notice someone was indeed starting at me.
“Frank?”
That someone retreated before I could say anything else. If Frank was home, I didn’t really want to see him.
“It was just a dream. This dream will never be real,” I whispered to myself. “Frank and I don’t need a third wheel.”
Hot, Naughty and Nice
Chapter Two
Day in and day out, as my loneliness grew I pondered over the conversation with my friends, the dream and the business card of Kris Krangle which Vanessa had given me a week ago. Frank had become a hardcore workaholic and this alone was endangering our marriage. He always seemed too tired for this and I was too unhappy for that.
After I'd heard the beep indicating the end of the message, which wasn’t the first one I had gotten throughout the year, I knew it was finally time to call Kris.
“Don’t wait up for me tonight, my ass.” I returned to the couch and reached for the phone. “Of course I won’t wait up for you Frank! I’ll buy myself a fucking dildo by then!”
As I dialed, I had to take long deep breaths and tell myself to calm down. Kris might pick up on my anger and hang up on me. I feared the worst, hoping against hope he would save my marriage before it was too late. The phone rang about five times and then I heard panting along with moans and groans.
“Fuck.” I was about to hang up, but brought the phone back to my ear. It was a husky male voice and he invaded my fantasies as well as teased my ears with his unapologetic sex talk. I immediately felt my arousal heighten. Moisture gathered between my legs. I flattened my right hand over my fully clad womanhood.
“Damn, ahhh….bitch…ahhh. You are so fucking hot! I want to plunge my cock into your sweet mouth!" As I listened, I wished Frank would talk to me in the same manner. “Ahhh… you touched my spot bitch. You like my dick don’t you?”
I began masturbating, wishing Frank was here beside me. I stripped off my clothes with no mercy for him. As a good wife, I should've waited for him, but I was too tired of waiting. This man was talking dirty to his lover and I was going to bask in my arousal if it was the last thing I did.
When I put the speaker phone on, Kris' husky voice invaded my reality. I wasn’t the sad, sexually deprived wife of a workaholic anymore, I felt sexy and wanted. His dirty words spoke to me of a sweet arousal which I hadn’t felt for months now.
“Suck my dick faster, faster.” I could hear the strain of arousal in his voice.
I put the thumb of my left hand into my mouth while keeping the phone close to my belly. With my right hand, I began strumming the hard nub of my clit. I could feel the wetness on my fingers, hearing Kris' words through the phone. Before this phone call, I'd never realized how much I liked those words.
“Make me cum!” Kris' voice was choppy, I could tell he was very close to losing control.
“Ahhh Kaye. You make so hot. You should see me right now.”
“Gaby, I can see you right now. Do you wish you could see me?”
My movements stilled. My hands trembled slightly and my heart was beating furiously when I realized I'd called Kris by his nickname and he'd responded back with my name. We didn’t know each other. And…he could see me?
“You're a son of a bitch, Kris! You can't really see me.” I took a deep breath to calm my ragged nerves. “Can you?”
“I know you're sprawled on the couch where you and Frank used to ride when you were newlyweds.” His voice sounded muffled as he said something to his lover. I had to pick up the phone to hear him better when he spoke again. “Oh god, I always wished I could join you two. You sure know how to fuck when you set your mind to it.”
My mouth gaped at his words. His response took me by surprise. The phrase “he sees you when your sleeping” took on a whole new meaning for me. But, despite my surprise, I yearned for the attention he was giving me. He knew every detail of my life. Who was I to say that he was wrong about it?
“How much do you know about me?” I giggled like a silly little girl.
“Fuck. I know you won’t run from me if I were to appear in front of you right now."
“You think so, huh? Well go ahead. Let's see what happens." I couldn't believe my boldness. Perhaps being naked on the couch, speaking to a sexy man, did this to me.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
A tall, naked man receiving a blow job appeared in front of me. Was that moaning I heard?
Cornered in my own house, naked and wet while suddenly feeling very weak, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. He was huge! The woman sucking on his cock pulled back briefly. She couldn't fit the entire length of him into her mouth. My eyes widened when she shot me a quick grin, th
en resumed pleasuring Kris with her lips and tongue.
Kris’ well defined six pack abs could drive any woman mad with the need to touch him, but his cock, what I could see of it with the tiny woman's lips wrapped around it, was the only part of him I couldn't take my eyes off.
He was close enough to reach out and cup my chin. He turned my head to meet his gaze. I could see a slight resemblance to Santa Clause, but his red hair reminded me of Frank.
“I knew you wouldn’t run away.” He gasped as the small woman still sucking his cock apparently did something that pleased him.
I drew in a ragged breath while my eyes turned back to his cock. Seeing him stand rigid, obviously holding on to his last bit of control, caused my arousal to heighten even further. Heat and lust coursed through my veins. I was fixated on the small woman who once again pulled away from him to take much needed air into her lungs. She stroked him a moment before moving closer and resuming her task of pleasuring him.
“I can’t move.” I wasn't lying. Even if I wanted to, I was unable to run away from him.
“Then I’ll move for you.”
“But what about…” I tilted my head in his direction, indicating the elfin woman whose lips were latched hungrily on Kris' cock.
“Blow job Elf? Oh she’s just practicing until she learns new tricks.”
With a gift and a kiss, Kris told the elf to wait for him at his apartment. “Take this and put it up your ass. I’ll join you later on.”
She didn’t speak. She just smiled and nodded. Somehow he looked like someone that the elves looked up to. When “Blow job Elf” disappeared, Kris knelt in front of me.
“Poor Blow job.” He shook his head. “She's lived sexually oppressed all this time. Now her husband doesn’t want her back and I've had to come to her rescue. By the time I'm finished with her, it'll be her who won't want him back.”
As his mouth latched onto my neck, I felt a shiver run down my spine. He was tasting and teasing, concentrating on my pleasure instead of thinking about the woman who'd just left.
“Why are you telling me this?”
I arched into him. As his lips continued their pleasurable assault, I could hear my ragged breathing. He found his way between my legs and I nearly came right then. His tongue lapped hungrily at my engorged clit.
Kris stopped his ministrations long enough to answer me. “Because you deserve to know. From the first time I knew about you, I vowed to never intervene in your marriage unless you wanted me to.”
As he continued caressing me with his tongue, I wondered if that particular part of him was as big as his dick. I felt him delve deeper when I fisted my fingers into his hair. I glanced briefly at the remote control for my television, thinking it paled in comparison to the size of his cock.
Then, the thought of having that monster cock inside me overwhelmed me. But my cautious ways made me question his sexual health.
“What was in that box you gave to the elf, Kaye?” I paused and drew in another ragged breath as he reached an overly sensitive spot. "Ahhh, you sure know how to use your tongue. Any STD’s I should be aware of?” I figured what I'd just asked would be a turn off for most men, but it didn't seem to phase Kaye in the least. My entire body was trembling and I was fighting for control of my shaky voice.
“I gave her a dildo.“ He pulled away from me, licking his lips and tasting the new flow of juices that coated his talented tongue. I teetered on the brink of orgasm. I hid the desperation for release as I pulled him to me, kissed him hard on the lips and rubbed my wet pussy against his stomach. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. “You, however, deserve the real thing. I know you want to feel me moving inside you.”
He smiled at my unsteady breathing and the slight nod of my head. My body ached for release, but I still wasn't sure if he was safe. I took in a slow, deep breath before I spoke.
“Answer my question, damnit! Do you have any STD’s?”
“No, woman! Who do you think I am?” He wrapped his hand around his cock and moved in closer to me. Kris rubbed the thick mushroom head along my slit, coating his hard shaft with my juices. I gasped when he rubbed against my clit. “I’m a responsible sexual being.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I pinched my nipples, bringing my climax dangerously close to completion. The feel of his cock against my throbbing clit added to the already heated lust that coursed through me. I couldn't take much more, and he seemed to know it.
“I know you want me to fuck you, but this is emotional shit. We're not just having sex, missy. “
“Emotional my ass! From what I understand, you get laid all the time!“ I shifted on the couch then reached down and pointed the head of his cock at my entrance. ”Fuck me now, damnit! Now!"
I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed forward, impaling myself on his thick member. As I enveloped his manhood with my screaming pussy, I noticed he was very perplexed and almost too emotional, to the point of crying. I didn’t care by then, I pushed him to his back onto the floor, with his cock still buried inside me, and rode him to tears. I pushed myself towards finding the pleasure that had been missing from my marriage for over a year. He fought to remain in control, but I saw it was a lost cause. He attempted to push me away, but I rode him harder, not stopping until I was satisfied. Kris had originally appeared before me to take control, but I'd turned the tables on him. You don’t mess with a horny, lustful woman...
I wailed his name through my release, and then slumped against him. As our breathing returned to normal, reality sank in. We both started crying in misery.
Hot, Naughty and Nice
Chapter Three
“Are you happy now Gaby?” A now fully clothed man in a red robe shouted at me.
“Yes and no, maybe... Stop crying Kris, let’s talk about this.” I could have asked him to lower his voice, but he sounded like a squeamish girl. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Only if you don’t do that again, or attempt to do that while I’m sitting down. I just wanted to help you, woman.”
“Sit down Kris, please. You’re not making this any easier.” My heart went out to him, as funny as he was there were other matters. “I'm as devastated as you are. I just cheated on my husband in our own sanctuary. My vows are broken forever. He'd never forgive me if I told him about this.”
Kris looked at me, hesitating to go between my legs when he kneeled down in front of me. There wasn’t anything sexual about it anymore. He'd aroused me before, but right now he wasn’t the person I wanted to get close to. He wasn’t the man I loved.
“Kris, I’m not going to take you anymore, especially without your consent. Stop being such a scaredy-cat." I took his hands. “I have to tell my husband sooner or later.”
He smiled but he couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes. Obviously, he was in physical pain but I sensed a deeper pain. Maybe he was a true gentleman and he couldn’t stand the fact what'd happened was also his fault. I wanted to believe that so much.
“You're not going to tell him.” He held my hands closer to his chest and I could feel his rapidly beating heart. “Leave it to Kris. “
“I’m very sorry for what I've done to you. I shouldn’t have.” My apologies made a genuine smile appear on his lips. I was truly sorry, although naked and miserable at the same time.
“I’m sorry.” His reply was sincere, acknowledging for the first time since he was there, he was also to blame.
“Let’s clean up.” He glanced around the room. “Your house is a complete mess!”
“I know Kris. That’s why I called you, my marriage is in the same shape as my house." My emotions started getting the best of me again. But a joyful Kris Krangle was too happy to break from his good mood.
He hushed me with a finger to my lips then a gentle kiss. “Go take a bath, Gabrielle. I’ll take care of everything. “
“But I can’t leave you alone, here. It’s almost time for my husband to come home. What would he would think when he looks at you cleaning up the evidenc
e of what we've just done?"
He hushed me again. “What evidence? There hasn’t been any crime committed here. Go take your shower and don't worry about what may come. Kris Krangle has magic on his side, on his loins and on his hands.” He flashed me another sexy grin as he turned and began cleaning up the mess in my house.
As I left the back room where my friends and I always met, where my husband took me when we were newlyweds and where I'd forced myself on Kris, I heard the moaning again, followed by, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
What happened to the traditional ho’s? And did he say he had magic down there?
* * * *
While I was taking a bath, I wondered if there was hope for me on Christmas Eve. My desire to be in my husband’s arms was stronger than my lust for sexual intercourse with Kris.
The problem was, I didn’t know how to help Kris’ poor soul when I'd failed on saving my own.
“What did I say?” Kris stood in front of me.
“About what? You didn’t say anything!” I was baffled; Kris had not left my house yet.
“I thought I specifically told you not to worry.”
He put his hands over my eyes. He sang a very sexy jingle. When I was bordering sleep I heard his voice again. “When in doubt sing a sexy jingle, but right now you need to rest.”
* * * *
“Sweetheart.” Frank whispered in my ear, his warmth woke me up as I still lay in the bathtub which I had fallen asleep once again, but no dreams came to me this time. Either it seemed that Kris had managed to put me into a deep sleep to take my mind completely away from sex or I'd fulfilled my first and last ménage dream when I had sex with Kris.
“Frank, is that you?”
He didn’t reply for awhile. “You fell asleep taking a bath again, sweetheart.”
“Yes…but this time I had a reason to.” I wondered if I was saying too much. Then I wondered if Kris and Frank had met.