Hot, Naughty and Nice

by Vida Zen

  Had he seen my husband coming? Had they talked to each other? Was Frank mad or relieved that I had extramarital sex?

  “I’m so proud of you,” he said as I wondered if I was still under the spell of Kris’ jingle.

  “You’re not mad?” I asked him wondering if we meant what we said, and if what we said had a double meaning.

  “No. I saw everything.” Frank showed a wicked smile I'd never seen before, he paused to touch me, shifted his head and then he spoke with a different tone.

  “Gabrielle, you spent all the money I left you on the stand. I’m very proud of you! How long has it taken you to trust to me and for you to spend a cent when I've asked you to? “

  Did he change the subject or had he tricked me from the very beginning? Frank could figure out everything for himself if he'd seen Kris, but did Kris manage to confess everything to Frank? Maybe a few beers would do because I could smell it on his breath. His change of tone, however, was at his convenience to trick me into something. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

  “Frank, I never married you for the money.” Besides, Kris probably took it.

  “I know sweetheart, but that’s a start.”

  “Is it the start to become your trophy wife? We haven’t had sex for far too long Frank!”

  “I see you're getting too emotional right now, but it will make sense later on Gaby.”

  He embraced me, although I tried to release myself from his grasp. I cried one last time, but in my husband’s arms, regardless of having him so close, I still wanted him to understand how hard it was not to have somebody you love be physically yours.

  “Trust me, please.”

  But I couldn’t trust him or understand his purpose of keeping me away from him. After all, I was his wife and not someone he lived with but it'd felt like it more times than I could count.

  “Stop treating me like your roommate and make love to me like you used to.”

  I kissed him by forcing my tongue inside his luscious lips. He didn’t fight me much, but kissed me back as our tongues danced together. I could tell he still was aware of what I was doing.

  Getting out of the bathtub, I landed on top of him, making sure that my full weight was pinning him to the floor. I knew he would fight me then but I was already on top of him. When I broke the kiss and started raking my womanhood over his pants, I was using all of my strength without caring his clothing was keeping us from joining. I could still feel our pleasure rising.

  When I increased my strokes on top of him, I inevitably started moaning, but I sensed that neither of us could spare but feel the same. I knew he wasn’t Kris, but he had to be aroused at some point. He was. He wrestled me to get on top, but I didn’t let him. I would have taken him then and there by releasing his hard cock and getting it inside me when he pinched my nipples but it wasn’t enough for me.

  I refused to take him like I took Kris.

  Once I felt his manhood hard under his clothes, I sadly achieved my goal. I stood up, standing tall on top of him. I saw his face and heard his hard breathing as he fought to remain in control of the situation. He was horny and he'd tried to avoid this, but I seriously couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Now you know how I feel about us, don’t you?” I said briskly. “Keep the sex to yourself and your money at the bank because I don’t want anything to do with you tonight.”

  I didn’t expect a response from him and I didn’t care to hear it. When I locked the door of our bedroom, hoping that he would sleep on the couch and let me stay alone for the night rang like a better idea. I covered my nakedness, still wet from the bath water and turned on from Frank’s hard on. Oddly, I didn’t care to have sex with my husband tonight.

  Rubbing my clit until it got wet again and I moaned and panted several times, I thought about my single life.

  ’Go out with your girlfriends and party all night like single gals, but don’t stay up for me.’ My head replayed some of Frank’s message when the subject of sex and Kaye came into conversation with my friends.

  Kris' voice also came to mind, this time it was something he said about BJ. 'Poor Blow job. 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.’

  I sighed. Without wanting to go there, I kept thinking I'd have to come up with the best solution for everyone to finally be happy, just by reading too much into their words.

  Hot, Naughty and Nice

  Chapter Four

  December twenty-fifth was right around the corner as if that was enough to keep me hopeful or happy. I never told Frank about what'd happened with Kris Krangle, since I figured he already knew. It didn’t stop me from feeling guilty, however, because in the short time I'd known Kris, I'd managed to cheat on my husband and push him even farther away from me. It didn’t make sense to me what I had done that day, since Frank stopped talking to me once and for all.

  Kris, on the other hand, insisted I let him be, because this behavior wouldn’t last much longer. By then, my relationship with Kris had grown from a crazy encounter to a more intimate one. I didn’t feel guilty about it, however, because I loved Frank with all my heart. Getting intimate with Kaye didn't override my feelings for my husband. That must've been the magic Kaye was referring to. But there was something nudging at me at me at the time and it wasn’t pretty. What would I confess to Kris?

  “Just think of me as Frank. Seduce me.”

  “But you’re not Frank, quite frankly.”

  “Well, one of these days. I’ll surprise you with him.”

  “Do you mean Frank will make love to me soon?”

  “On Christmas Eve. It's only a few days away. Can you wait that long?” Kris said, nudging me. He flashed me another of his sexy grins. "Oops! Did I just ruin the surprise?”

  “Only if he takes me because he wants to,” I said, hesitating a little.

  “Where’s the magic in that? We need magic to take its course and wanting is not going to be enough without it,” Kris replied.

  “I knew Frank wouldn’t take me on his own terms! That's why I don't want to be here to find out.”

  Kris stared at me. “Gaby, you called me. There's no turning back!” Kris laughed. “You called me because it was your decision, remember? Anything else added from here and on Christmas is part of my coupling services.”

  I remembered everything since calling Kris, but the truth is, I didn’t expect any of it. I was already thinking of backing away from all of this, since I've now found the courage to do so. “I’m thinking of filing for divorce, Kris.” I was feeling more disturbed by the situation. I'd spoken the words I'd been very afraid to say, wishing Frank would've been the first to know. Not the last. “I give up.”

  “What? No! You’re crazy if you do that!”

  I sighed. “Kris, this seduction or magic of yours is not going to work. And this is not a game, although it looks the Super Bowl to you. Frank and I have had communication problems for a very long time. The same is with you and Santa or so I’ve heard.”

  He didn’t burst out crying when I thought he would. He didn’t say he understood me when I thought he would. Maybe using his father was a great tactic he'd used to get my friends to see how emotional he could be or get him some.

  “I really don’t understand you.”

  I couldn’t understand myself either, but nothing made sense then.

  He did seem mad.

  “Kris…” I tried to get close to him but he moved away from me.

  “Stay the hell away from me Gaby!” He got more emotional than I expected him to get. “This was never part of the deal. I'd never cheer you on.”

  “It wasn’t part of the deal Kris, but it’s the best for all of us. Plus it will save you the trouble, everyone wins!”

  I started to find reasons to support my best solution to my marriage troubles. “Besides what you said about Blow Job elf-“

  “It never
applied to you!“ he said, “Why does it matter now?”

  “Because it does!” I shouted at him, a little teary and more frustrated than I thought.

  “Fine, leave him! Just don’t get me involved in any of this shit again.” He was to the point of crying. “He deserves to know.”

  With a snap of his fingers he disappeared from sight. I wished then I hadn't ruined the plans we had for Christmas Eve.

  “What if…” I said wondering about all the senseless reasons why I would never know.

  * * * *

  “I’m working on Christmas day.” Frank was nursing a cold and he informed me of this fact when I'd brought him a cup of hot tea with lemon.

  I remained calm and passed him the cup instead of dumping it in his lap like I wanted to, but I felt sad and guilty it wouldn’t matter anymore what happened on Christmas. Kris had disappeared and had not shown himself since and supposedly he was going to make everything I wanted happen. I wanted it, but Frank had left me no other choice. When Frank started speaking to me to tell me he’d be absent on Christmas day, the more I thought about the divorce. But still being hesitant on the subject, I let it slide.

  “I have a new boss.” He laid back on the pillow to rest. “He’s very demanding and his busiest day is Christmas. “

  “But...I thought no one worked on Christmas day?” I was suspicious now. “Frank, honey, is your boss Scrooge or the Grinch?”

  “Only in his bossy demeanor, but now that I think about it, he does love Christmas.“ He paused and furrowed his brow in a frown. ”Like hell he does! No one forces their employees to work on Christmas day!" He thought for a moment before attempting to relieve himself from his own tie. “Please don't ask me about it again. It makes me feel as if I'm working for a buffoon.”

  “But-” I helped him to remove the rest of his clothes while I pondered what he'd said, nudging away the divorce issue to the back of my mind. There was still time and I didn’t want us to end so soon or ever use that word again. “You're sick. Couldn't you use that to our advantage? I have a surprise planned for you.”

  “You haven’t used the credit card for months now. How do you explain that?”

  I turned my eyes way from his, wondering if offering myself to him would be enough of a surprise, after all, I was his wife. My eyes roamed to the bulge beneath his briefs. I saw it twitch a moment before I turned my eyes back to his.

  “My gift is not tangible, Frank.” I kissed his neck while covering his slight erection with my hand. He chuckled but hissed a moan, an unexpected sexy moan.

  “It doesn’t expire and it lasts longer than Christmas day and night.”

  “Too bad I’m going to miss it,” Frank said instead.

  Me too! I snapped in my thoughts.

  What? I certainly didn’t expect that response. If he couldn’t hold us together, I certainly couldn’t anymore.

  “Frank, didn’t you heard a word I said?”

  “Gaby please, I’m extremely tired. We have a mortgage to pay, remember?”

  Of course I remembered! It'd been years since Frank and I have had a Christmas by ourselves. Before he became a workaholic, we were always running to the airport to see my in-laws, and then it became an expensive hassle, so we decided to forgo the trip last year. I thought not traveling would bring us closer, but when he decided to buy the house, it actually became worse.

  I'd refused to believe then that Christmas, although one day of the year, could play a major factor in jeopardizing our marriage. Maybe he'd gotten tired of me.

  “No thanks to you, we have a house but not a home.” The words were out of my mouth and I was quickly heading for the door.

  The marriage was already hitting rock bottom and this Christmas would be the worst yet, in my opinion. I had no doubt in my mind; Frank wanted to have everything that tickled his fancy while I was fading into the background. He was becoming a workaholic out of control. And Christmas was now not worth celebrating if everything we did together drove us further apart.

  “Fuck Christmas and fuck you.” I'd almost reached the door to our room when his words stopped me in my tracks.

  “You already did that, Gabrielle.”

  I glared at him, fighting to hold back my tears. “Oh no,” I said. “This isn’t my fault and you know it.”

  “Blame it on me right now baby. It’s easier!” He'd gotten out of bed and approached me. His voice sounded tired and stressed and too much at the edge of yelling. “By the way, baby, close the doors before you leave.”

  I couldn't quite determine who was to blame, but I was almost sure it wasn't me. How dare he blame me for what was becoming a loveless marriage? Did he know what I'd told Kris?

  I wish Frank had spared me details of his job and a horrific detail I'd missed. He murmured to himself, not caring if I was still in the room, something that didn’t spare me from the pain.

  “If only you knew how hard is for me to work for Kris Krangle while he gets his blow jobs on! And to think I brought back a family tradition just for him, it’s ridiculous!” He turned and headed into the bathroom.

  If he did, he was madder at me than he was mad at Kris. But there had been some details I'd missed. I needed to find out soon.

  Hot, Naughty and Nice

  Chapter Five

  I left the house with no coat or even a sweater. All I could think about was how miserable I'd become over the past year. Most women I knew could face their husbands straight on, but it was hard enough for me to keep my husband at home. Add to that a lover who'd been playing me and my stress level was at an all time high.

  Frank had never mentioned any family traditions and if his new boss was Kris, then what else had I missed?

  Looking over at the Christmas flashy ornaments in almost every house, made me sick. There was nothing to celebrate about mythical creatures that made children happy and adults like me very unhappy in the only time of the year when sharing with my loved ones had finally come to an end.

  “Did you miss us Gabrielle or are you pretending not to see me?” I heard someone say, not long after bells rang.

  “Ho Ho Ho!”

  Okay, Christmas was getting out of control now. When did I manage to get involved with the Clause gang?

  I kept walking away. By now, I was too upset and much more disillusioned at how everything had played out, to respond to a legendary myth. I'd never really believed in Santa Clause. Tim Allen, the funny man that played his part was enough of a joke. I didn’t care to talk to the real deal as if he ever existed. In my mind, he didn’t.

  “I said, Ho Ho Ho!” He grabbed me by the arm and made me acknowledge his presence by pulling me closer to where he was. “Gabrielle!”

  Somehow, I had missed his magic sleigh. It wasn’t Christmas Eve and I wasn’t a kid. He had no reason to come to me. Then I noticed his robe and a woman under him.

  “Mr. Clause, you're getting busy right now.”

  “I can still talk, can’t I Gabrielle?”

  My eyes darted from his robe and I focused intensely on his face. If he was supposed to be an old man, with white hair and beard, he'd managed to hide it very well. He didn’t look old at all in fact. He looked very young and very strong, and healthy enough for sexual activity too! I started to think maybe he had surgery or used Botox. But the then again, magic was on his side.

  Krangle was the spitting image of his father, I noticed, and somehow Frank came to mind as well.

  “Frank wouldn't be happy to know that you've seen the real me.”

  “But you're not real. I don’t even know you and you show up getting a blowjob just like-”

  “My son Kris Krangle does that with everyone.” He winked. “The kid sure makes me proud, but I only do my wife if you know what I mean.”

  “I am very confused right now, Mr. Clause. You’re the last person I wanted to see right now and I don’t want to talk about your son while the Mrs. gets easy access and keeps you warm down there. I can hardly keep myself warm anymore.” I pointed
out. “See? I’m not even wearing a wretched sweater and its cold!”

  “Then come join me, Gaby before anyone sees us talking.” He groaned for awhile, as if he was finally feeling his wife’s ministrations. “I’m sorry, she insisted on coming - she has a lot to say to you as well - and then we can’t stay away from each other long, but the deal is indeed working out for the two of us. Now, come inside Gaby before another “ho” gives me away!”

  I obeyed, despite of the oddness of the situation. A horny Santa had appeared before me, and then gave me a robe to cover myself. He helped me into the sleigh and we traveled up into the sky. It was already dark despite his Christmas lights surrounding the sleigh.

  Mrs. Clause resumed sucking off her husband and I heard his breathing quicken. I found myself wondering what Frank was doing. I noticed there was a lot of action going on as he kept pushing his wife’s head further into his privates. I shook my head and laughed. Like father like son.

  “This is just the beginning, Gaby. Keep laughing.”

  “My apologies Mr. Clause, but you don’t need me here to get an orgasm.”

  Mrs. Clause rose and I saw her for the first time. She looked as young and fit as Santa. She didn't wear a dress, but rather a robe that fit her well. She didn't wear granny glasses nor was fat like I would have perceived if I ever believed in her existence as well. She looked nothing like I'd imagined Mrs. Clause would look like. This middle age couple sure knew how to stay young.

  “Let’s go home. Shall we?”

  She wasn’t kidding. We were heading to my in-laws.

  Hot, Naughty and Nice

  Chapter Six

  I wish I could tell you all of what my in-laws shared with me, but then it would ruin the surprise they had planned for me. It took this long to realize everything was too obvious and the Clauses were very straight forward, in fact more than I ever thought they would be. They'd finally put me out of my misery and confusion yet they still advised me on what to do next.