“Merry fucking Christmas,” echoes through my head every time, but the fucking word never actually emerges from my lips. It’s a real shame. I remember a logo I once saw, it was written as a joke, it read:
Money’s Tight
Times are Hard
Here’s your Fucking
Xmas Card
It had a logo of Santa raising a middle finger on the front. It was my ideal card. I never actually used it though but I really wanted to.
The real reason I hate Christmas is that everyone else seems to enjoy themselves and have more fun than me, especially Melissa, my wife.
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I was standing at the bar of a private company party, making polite conversation with a gorgeous redhead called Emma and her partner, Chris. Neither of whom I knew. It wasn’t my Christmas party, it was Melissa’s. Emma did catch my eye, on one or two occasions where it drifted to her cleavage, but she politely said nothing.
Although it was Melissa’s party, it was fair to say that she knew very few people as well. She had been in the company for two weeks and we had just moved from London to Swindon. I never knew why she was so keen on this particular job, but she came back from the interview buzzing and full of enthusiasm. She said she must work for them and so she took the job, and I followed her.
I never liked being on my own with strangers. I always preferred to be with someone that I could bounce off, or just shake my head and nod when I had run out of things to say; hoping that someone else I knew would fill the silence gap. Emma and Chris were quizzing me on all kinds of things and I felt obliged to answer them.
At the moment of answering the fourth question from Emma I started to look around to try and find Melissa. I didn’t know where she had got to. Last I saw of her she was heading for the toilets, or so she told me prior to that. I headed for the bar and ordered another gin and tonic and that’s when Emma started talking to me; her partner Chris joined us a few moments after that.
I turned to answer Emma’s fifth question when a noise emanated from behind me. I thought it was a screech or scream at first, but then it was joined with some high pitched giggling and laughing and then some shouting.
Someone was pissed, I thought to myself.
The double doors in the corner of the room flung open and a smart suited bloke, walking backwards through the doors, and holding them open with both arms, announced to the person following him, “Come here you slutty little minx. Come…and…get…me…”
I smiled at the thought of this drunk person spitting all kinds of obscenities at his girlfriend, and at only eight thirty in the evening. He was going to be dead when he got home, for sure!
A females voice replied soon after, “You’re gonna get so fucked, sonny!”
I turned to Emma and Chris and smiled at them. I noticed Emma biting her lower lip as she returned a quizzical look.
I returned to watch the bloke bounced backwards into the room, pushed by the woman’s arms as she approached him. I watched as he removed his jacket and discarded it; handing it to the nearest person that he passed. The buttons on his shirt were being removed with each step. The smile on his face was wicked; sporting a come on and get me, look.
My attention was drawn to the woman once more as she pulled her dress over her head; all the time walking towards him. I watched with glee as I saw her stockings and suspender come into view, I even noticed the lack of knickers and then the sexy bra as her black silk dress was removed from her body.
“Oh! My God,” I heard Emma say, “It’s that new girl.”
That new girl, the words stuck in my head. That new girl…
My wife was a new girl, in this company anyway. When I looked back at the woman striding semi-naked towards the bloke I recognised that the new girl was Melissa.
She was unclipping her bra as she strode towards him, “No-one, and I mean no-one, fucks me against the washbasin from behind and leaves me there without making me cum.”
I suddenly wanted to hide my eyes, my body, my very essence, from everyone in the room, especially Emma and Chris. Yet I stood there, my eyes transfixed on both of them. I was shaken but I was unable to move an inch.
People all around them were backing away, giving them space to enter the room; like the parting of the sea as she backed him towards a table. I had a moment when I could hear the mumbling words of all the disapproving straight-laced people in the room suddenly become audible. In reality, I heard laughter and giggles and cheers and applause.
Melissa grasped the bloke just as he came to an abrupt stop at a table. I saw her pull on his trousers, tugging them to the floor. His cock was out and waving at her lips. She grasped it and sucked on it, eagerly and wantonly.
Not here, I thought to myself, for fuck’s sake Melissa, not here in front of everyone, please, I mumbled beneath my breath.
“Fuck me, she sucks cock really well,” commented Emma from behind me.