My first (!) solo Literotica submission. And a big thanks goes out CharleyH, for inspiring me to write this after reading her own Holiday submission, "'Twas the Night..." (and if you haven't read it, what are the heck are you waiting for?!), but even more so a thanks to her for spending a fair part of this year writing with me and teaching me the finer points of great erotica (as well as putting the final touches on this submission for me as editor!). Charley, you are, quite simply, the best! Merry Christmas! xoxo
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Our friends were hosting their ninth annual Christmas party. My wife Jess was one of the original attendees, and I had been to the last four. The first three I attended as the boyfriend and now I was going as a spouse. My wife had grown up with the hostess and many of her friends there, and they had all been a close knit group since grade school.
These parties had grown significantly in size over the years, as participants had married and families had enlarged. There were now over 30 people invited, and I scarcely knew half of them. The core group of my wife's friends saw each other frequently throughout the year, birthday parties and whatnot, and that was the group I spent most of my time with.
Jess and I were one of the first couples to arrive. Her best friend and hostess Sarah greeted us at the door with the obligatory hugs and kisses. While my wife ran off with Sarah, her husband Jeff waved me into the family room, where Jimmy was setting up shop. Jimmy was the party's designated bartender, a designation he took exceptional pride in. Every year he'd invent a more fantastic, and seemingly more alcoholic drink just for this occasion.
"Hello Jeff. Jimmy." I shook hands and saddled up to his makeshift bar. Jimmy was wearing his typical Hawaiian shirt, Christmas themed, of course, a repeating pattern of Santa Claus in swim trunks. He reclined in a deck chair with a coconut drink in hand, under the shade of a wide palm tree on the beach. It fit Jimmy to a tee. He always believed his namesake to be Jimmy Buffet, and he patterned his lifestyle accordingly.
"How's it going, Pete. Good to see you again. What can I get for you?"
"A beer is good for now. Too early for the hard stuff. What have you got in the works for the women?" Jimmy was one of the few bachelors left among us. My thought was he kept the women at the party drinking his special concoctions to make it easier for him to take advantage of them later on.
"Oh, I've got a great one this year." He pulled out a large punch bowl from beneath the bar. The mixture inside was a neon blue, and I could smell the sweetness from where I was standing. "I call it – 'Christmas Delight'." He stood beaming, and poured me a small glass to sample. I drank warily.
"Hmm, not bad. And it doesn't taste as strong as your usual punches do."
"That's what you think." He winked at me. "This is my most potent drink yet. I used a special European vodka, almost flavorless, but still 198 proof. Then I mask it with different fruit juices and liqueurs. Trust me, Pete, it'll do a number on you if you're not paying attention."
"Wow. Thanks for the warning." I smiled at him and walked off to the kitchen to see what Sarah had cooked up for snacks, a nice assortment of veggies, crackers, and little weenies on a stick. I munched away while waiting for some others to arrive. Sarah's sister-in-law Jill found me over the Chex Mix.
"Peter! Great to see you!" She grabbed me, pulling me close and kissing me full on the lips. Jill was one of the most sensual women I had ever met, and she had initially freaked me out with her practice of full mouth kissing. I found out later that was just her personal way of greeting people. Very personal. Still, it was quite a turn on, and I'm pretty sure she realized that. "Where's Jess?"
"She went off with Sarah when we got here. I haven't seen her since." I looked Jill over. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck and tight faded jeans, her breasts and ass nicely accentuated. She had a body to kill for. She caught me looking and tweaked my nipples with affection. "Ah! Um, where's David?"
"Oh, Cindy and Mark just arrived. I'm sure wherever she goes, you'll be sure to find him."
Cindy was Sarah's other sister-in-law, and she was easily the most strikingly attractive of the women there. Long, blonde hair, perfect breasts and an attitude that flaunted her assets. She was extremely flirtatious, and numerous times I'd find myself getting wrapped up in her presence. I don't know if Jill considered her a threat, or if she just wanted to be the center of attention herself, but it was obvious she didn't really think very highly of her.
"So, Peter," Jill closed in on me again, leaning against my chest, "What have you asked Santa for this year?"
"Umm, new gloves?" I stood like a deer in the headlights as she rubbed herself up against me.
"Cold hands? Poor Peter. Let me feel..." She took my right hand into hers, rubbed it quickly between her own, then lifted one of my fingers to her mouth, rubbing my fingertip against her lips. "You know, I could warm them for you..."
"Hello, Jill. Is that my husband's finger you're sucking?" My wife walked into the kitchen with Sarah, smiling at me. Both had a glass of "Christmas Delight" in hand, already half empty.
"Jessie!" Jill squealed and left me to run over to my wife, planting a deep kiss square on her lips. Freedom! I took the opportunity to run back into the family room and grab another beer from Jimmy. He saw me coming and opened one automatically.
"How's the punch business going so far?" I asked, as he handed me my beer.
"Pete, you wouldn't believe it. This may be my best year yet. I'm already on my second bowl."
"Second? That's impressive. Who's your best customer so far?"
"Well, your wife is already on her second glass." He smiled at me knowingly. "That should make for a very special night for you."
"I'm sure it will." My wife lost all inhibitions when drunk, as Jimmy was well aware. They were friends from way back. Maybe more than friends, but Jess never told me. I wasn't sure why. Still, it was early in the night, and I'd have to keep my eye on her.
"And Cindy is already on her third, and she just got here..."
"Jimmy!" It was Cindy's husband, Mark. He and Jimmy were childhood friends as well. "What the hell are you doing to my wife?! She's already slurring her speech, and we've only been here a half hour! Are you deliberately trying to get her drunk?"
"Dude, I just serve the drinks. Pleasing the customer is my only responsibility. Besides, what are you complaining for? If I know Cindy, this punch will work magic for you." Jimmy offered Mark a sip. He swallowed it in one shot.
"Not bad. I can see why Cindy likes these so much. It's like liquid candy. And anyway, I'm not worried about her tonight, its tomorrow morning that I'll have to deal with."
"Ah, you say that every year. Go have fun."
"Thanks a lot. Hey Pete, you want to shoot some pool with me?" Sarah and Jeff had built out a whole rec center in their basement, complete with pool table. I loved to play, and jumped at the opportunity.
