Chapter 1: The Going, More Than Getting There, Makes Life Special

My name is Ana and I have a Christmas story you won’t see on the Hallmark Channel. I always dreaded the annual Christmas Party; I really didn’t want to go but felt obligated. And hubby would be bored to death. He wouldn’t know anyone. Talk would be all about shop or people he didn’t know. It wasn’t as though my coworkers were chummy anyway.

I don’t know what possessed me. I decided to step out on the wild side, make this a memorial event. Refusing to let hubby see me get dressed, I put on a black, crotch less lace jump suit. The one-piece had been fitted for a special order. You see I’m short at five foot two, a petite inseam but generous curves. Worn once in private, the bodysuit had never been publicly displayed. Stepping into the feet and pulling from the bottom, a few jiggles and extra effort put me into my spicy lingerie, sans underwear. It still fit. The “opening” lined up perfectly. Oh my!

Now to disguise my naughty outfit; I covered my legs with a black pleated skirt well above the knee, black matching demi boots. Hmm. Still too much like Elvira. I pulled over a Christmas sweater to change everything for holiday spirit. I forgot how long this had been in my drawer. Tight and form fitting, the pullover accentuated the curve of my breasts; you could almost see my nipples and cookie sized areola. Too late to turn back now.

Finishing my make-up routine, I applied a thin layer of gloss followed by ruby red lipstick. I let my long beautiful brown hair partially fall to the front to cover any indiscretion. Bundled in a full- length wool coat and scarf would further conceal the evidence.

When I stepped out for the reveal, hubby’s eyes almost popped out of his head, like one of those cartoon wolves. Cool, confident and quiet he simply held up his arm to escort milady to the ball. He knew I would always be HIS woman; frankly, the goons at work were no competition. He looked striking in a simple black wool pants, red tie and leather jacket.

We left a little early to avoid the traffic. Careful to dodge any scrutiny from my parents, I allowed hubby to drop off junior at grandmas. He came back with a message: “don’t come back until after midnight.”

We certainly didn’t want to be the first to arrive, so I suggested a little side trip to an old romantic spot. Wasting no time, I unzipped his pants and took him in my mouth. Having heard about rainbow parties, it wanted to leave my red mark closest to the target. I pushed away his hand on my head. Don’t mess with my hair. His manly smell added to excitement. As they say in the holiday football bowl games I went deep. Sliding my head up and down, my tongue provided a smooth ride. Dragging my frenulum over his, little nips and squeezes of the glans heightened the excitement. Pulling out all my best moves I was rewarded with an unexpected early rush of liquid gold down my throat. Most of it anyway. There was too much to swallow. He cried out: “man I have never cum that fast!” He didn’t know what was still in store for him.