Chapter One

Friday, 12th

 

Joe arrived home late in the evening, as usual. Caroline fixed him a light supper. She had eaten already. After the meal, as she made coffee and Joe stacked the dishwasher, she asked about his plans for the weekend.

Saturdays were reserved for golf of course. Caroline couldn't recall when this particular tradition had been born, but that's what it was now, a tradition. Cast in stone. Every Saturday Joe jumped out of bed with a level of enthusiasm rarely seen during the week and was off at first light, come rain or shine. In the early days of their marriage it had made her feel strangely grown up. Her husband out playing golf in a regular foursome while she stayed at home doing wifely things. Now it made her feel ignored.

"Well I've got the regular game with the chaps first thing tomorrow morning and then a lunchtime tee-off with Tim. He's one of the new committee members and wants to play nine holes with all the people who take part in competitions regularly so he can help with selection."

As Joe warmed to his theme Caroline realised if she didn't explain the reason behind her question he would deep-dive into the world of handicaps, backswings and green conditions, and be lost forever.

She interrupted his flow. "Oh that's good. You'll be home by three then?"

Joe glanced up from the dishes. "Yes. Why? Are going out somewhere?"

Caroline leaned over and kissed him, slow and gentle on the lips, feeling his mouth frame into a smile as she did so.

"No, actually we're staying in."

She smiled back and twirled out of the kitchen.

 

Chapter Two

Saturday, 13^th

 

Joe was home a little before three o'clock and having carefully stowed his golf equipment in the garage, he stepped through the front door. Taped to the inner handle was an envelope with his name on the front in Caroline's bold handwriting. Inside, a single slip of paper said 'Bathroom!'

A life affirming sensation washed through his body, excitement tightened his balls and there was a definite increase in the heft of his manhood.

He'd been looking forward to this. The distraction had affected his game. Wayward drives, missed putts and the consequent need to buy drinks for his opponent afterwards. It wouldn't have helped his chances of selection with Tim, but today he was a man first and a golfer second.

There was no sign of Caroline in the bathroom. There was a bundle on the loo seat with another envelope sitting on top. Joe read through the instructions carefully and smiled to himself. He must shower, change and proceed to the bedroom adopting his allocated character, and from that moment on he was not to speak.

What Caroline had provided was a Father Christmas costume. There was a cheap red jacket and trousers combination with a soft black belt, a rather good beard and a sofa cushion. She had deliberately not provided a hat or boots. Joe was a big guy and past experience showed when combined with padding and facial hair, they led to overheating. And not in a good way.

Cleaned up and dressed up Joe entered the bedroom silently. Normally it was bright, white and tidy to the point of minimalism. Now though, the curtains were drawn and the lights shut off. In the darkened space twinkling Christmas tree lights looped around the bed posts gave a soft warm glow. Clothes and shoes were strewn across the floor, with scraps of underwear hanging from chairs, doors and drawers. Several brightly coloured posters depicting the latest boy bands were plastered on the walls and every surface was covered with piles of teen-style magazines and make up.

Caroline lay on the bed in what she liked to call 'The Cheerleader' outfit. It consisted of a sheer white, long sleeved crop top two sizes too small, a short red tartan pleated skirt and long white socks that ran a couple of inches above the knee. Her hair was gathered in a tight ponytail.

She lay face down, sprawled among a set of open reference books giving her the appearance of having dozed off while studying. The backs of her soft thighs were framed by the long socks and the hem of the skirt draped over her tight butt. She must have sensed Joe's presence because after a moment or two she rolled onto her back, rubbing her eyes in a pretty convincing imitation of someone slowly waking. As Caroline turned over she made sure to spread her legs so Santa-Joe could see her barely there white cotton knickers, and then knelt wide eyed, sweet and wholesome, in the middle of the bed.

Caroline smiled. She loved the fact that Joe indulged her, entering into the spirit of the thing. He looked like someone who'd spent a long day dealing with annoying infants and bemused parents and now wanted a hard drink and a hot woman. In short he looked delicious.

"Santa? Is that you?"

Her West Coast US accent was pretty good too. High pitched and questioning. It suggested a strange mix of innocence and entitlement.

"What are you doing here? It's not Christmas for, like, a week? Whoa! Did you bring presents?"

In answer to her series of queries, Santa looked down at the two A4 notebooks, which completed the props Caroline had provided for him. These were clearly not presents. Since he was forbidden to speak Joe slowly shook his head.

"OMG!" she squealed. "Are those, like, your Naughty and Nice lists? The ones you use to decide who gets presents? Totally awesome!"

Santa recognised his cue and this time nodded gravely.

"That is way cool. Can I see?"

Quickly lunging forward, she grabbed the books and flicked one open. On the first page in elaborate script was the word NICE. The next page was blank.

"What the hell? Am I on the Naughty list?" She sounded genuinely angry and slapped open the second book.

Again the first page showed only the title in the same beautiful lettering, NAUGHTY. The heading on page two said "Caroline Sarah Slater". Reading upside down, Joe smiled at the use of her full name, which always signalled trouble when you were a kid. Below her name were a series of scrawls too small for him to make out.

Now the scene was set, she needed to give Joe the gist of how she wanted things to play out.

Caroline's face cleared and she reached out taking Santa's hand to pull him down so he sat on the edge of the bed. She quickly packed away the study books and dropped the Naughty list open on the pillows behind him. Then she shuffled forward on her knees, pressing her breasts to Santa's arm and sliding one thigh behind his back while the other brushed gently over his crotch.

With her lips close to his ear she purred, "This is just a big misunderstanding, you know? Totally. Oh yeah. Totally."

She leant back glancing at the open book on the pillow, out of Joe's line of sight. The move allowed her to rub her thighs against him again and provide a full-on view of her breasts under the straining material of the crop top.

"I mean, take this first one," she paused.

This line will get him, she thought.

"Take this first one. Jerked off Howie Jacobson."

Santa-Joe spluttered but recovered well, by pressing his fingers to his lips and then gently wagging one finger at her. Howard Jacobson was Joe's boss.

Caroline smirked to herself, I knew that line would get him.

"No, that's not right," she explained. "He gave Julie Wozniek and me a ride home one night and I only held his cock. He moved my hand up and down. I only held it. Julie says if it's the guy moving your hand then you're not really jerking him off. It's like, him using your hand to do it. You know, to beat off. She says it's the same with blow jobs. Maybe that's why she always has her hair in bunches?"

Her eyes were wide with mock innocence.

"Well Howie had gotten all worked up cos Julie was telling him about the time she got free pizza by flashing the delivery guy. Then she made it worse on purpose by describing the Halloween outfits we were making, going on and on about how they were really tight so out tits kept busting out and they were pretty much see through which meant no underwear, and you'd show everyone your pussy if you bent over. Most of it wasn't true, but still, I couldn't leave the poor guy with that big hard-on. I was really only doing him a favour. Like a medical service? You know? So he didn't get blue balls or cock cancer or whatever?"

She slipped her hand inside Santa's tunic stroking his chest and nipples. Despite his size Joe's chest hair was downy soft. She loved to twirl it round her fingers and pull gently until he gasped.

Leaning in close again she lowered her voice to a husky murmur, "Oh and when he wasn't looking I did lick some of his cum off my hand, only to see how it tasted, you know? Julie says all guys taste the same, like, leathery? But I thought it was more like salty chowder."

Santa groaned. He was sweating slightly and there was a definite hardening of his candy cane against her thigh. Caroline was determined to push him right to the edge though. She grabbed the Naughty book and flung herself back on the bed, her legs bent and still spread around Santa so her skirt rode up and he was forcefully presented with her tight little white panties.

Can he see how wet they are already? she wondered. Can he see I've shaved for him? He's gonna choke when he sees my bare pussy.

She raised the book above her head and read aloud, "Number two; Lesbian encounter with Noreen Butters?" She slammed the book closed holding it one hand. "No! Way! That was genuine First Aid dude!"

Again she switched her tone, moving from indignation to light hearted.

"Santa, you gotta understand, it wasn't my fault. Here's what it was. I'd shaved my pussy OK? You know, for the Halloween outfit? And I'd never done it before. So, I kinda got this rash? Like red spots? So I asked Noreen to come over and take a looksee. She's been shaving her cunt for years cos she's so dark? Plus she's, you know, sort of a tramp."

Introducing lesbianism so early was a little cruel, but she had a plan and her plan required Santa to be hot and horny. Ready to blow a gasket.

Joe licked his lips.

"Anyway, I showed Noreen and she figured it was fine, but probably best to rub some cream on it. So she did. Then I said she probably ought to check, you know. Inside? For infection? Well she felt around a little, but she reckoned to do it properly she needed to get, like maybe, three fingers right up in there?"

She paused and trailed her fingers slowly across her cotton bound mound, as if in recollection.

"Noreen said I had to be really wet, so she starting licking me and stroking me, all fingers and tongue 'til I didn't know which way was up."

Santa was definitely struggling now. He shifted position to alleviate the pressure of his hard-on. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

Caroline continued, "Well, then she said the only way to be completely sure nothing was, like broken, was to cum, right? That way you know your pussy still works. So she's sucking me and licking me, and she's real good at it too! She told me to squeeze my tits and pinch my nips real hard until I came. Which I totally did. Then she sucked my tits and beat herself off while she had me call her my dirty little cunt slut. Which she totally is. That's all it was."

Caroline quickly checked on Santa. He was staring glassy eyed at the wall, breathing hard.

"So, you see, she went to a whole lotta trouble to help me out. She was sorta like Florence Nightingale, you know the nurse from the Fifties who invented hospitals or whatever?"

Santa rolled his head back. And his eyes.

You're not getting off that easy my boy, she thought, I'm gonna push your limits tonight.

"It's totally fine now though. See?"

She crooked one finger and pulled aside the wisp of white panties, plunging two fingers directly into her freshly shaved, melted pussy. She looked down at her hand disappearing between her legs and glanced up, meeting Santa's hungry gaze. He grinned fit to bust. She dropped her head back on the bed, rubbing herself urgently, and continued to do so as she flipped open the Naughty book and read the next entry.

"Number three; Flashed the boys at the Frat party."

Caroline looked at Joe but he was intent on watching her fingers working her soft flesh.

She dropped the book and began to dreamily explain. "Oh OK. That was sooo not my fault. It was Julie and those gosh darned Halloween costumes. She gotten hold of these old wedding dresses and we'd cut 'em up real small and put on a whole lotta white body paint and huge biker boots so we could be, like corpse brides. God, we looked way cool, but totally slutty. So anyway, we got a little bombed on her Mom's vodka and we're wandering around by the university campus looking for a party to crash.

"Well, after a while I need to pee, so we go round the back of this big building and I take my panties off and I start. Suddenly Jules screams saying someone's watching."

Santa was clearly struggling with some major package issues now. Caroline was still sliding two fingers knuckle deep into her pussy, which was wet enough for every move to make crude slurping noises. Santa was mesmerised.

"All of a sudden a whole bunch of lights go on and about forty guys are staring outta the windows at us. I'm standing there legs wide open with my panties in my hand. Julie starts laughing her ass off. Then she grabs me and pulls my dress right up over my head and won't let go, shouting, 'Getta load of this whore and her shaved cunt!' What a bitch right? So, there you go Santy, not my fault. At all."

Caroline reluctantly slid her fingers from between her legs and sat up. Santa's eyes were saucers and his cock was a flag pole. She rolled forward laying Joe down and moving the book so it flopped open beside his head, she straddled him. Her breasts rubbed fiercely against his chest, her pussy grinding his hard-on.

In her best wheedling voice, she whined, "You see Santa I'm a nice girl really. I'm not even a little bit naughty."

She loved having him underneath her. She could feel his strength, his powerful body, and now she knew he was totally ensnared in her web of fantasy. He was under her control. She referred to the book once more and read the last item.

"Four; Stole 'Men Who Love To Suck Cock' from my brother's DVD collection."

She stopped trying to look innocent and turning her voice flat and adult, to heighten the contrast, she muttered, "Oh, yeah. I actually did do that."

Back to wheedling again, she pressed harder against Santa and asked, "Can you let me off just this once? I'll be extra good next year. I do so want my presents. I'll do anything. Anything!"

She watched Joe's eyebrows flicker. Caroline pretended to think hard and then brightened.

"I know! When my step-mom wants my Dad to forgive her for stuff she gives him a blow job. Would you like that Santa? Do you want me to suck on your big jolly lolly? I reckon I'll be real good at it. I watched that porno about twenty times and those guys sure do love to suck cock. Just like it said on the tin. Or maybe I need to be punished?"

She spun herself around to lie across his lap.

"Would you like to spank me Santa?"