XXX-Mas Carol

But he didn't have much longer to think. After this long night, the energy in him was practically drained. He had nearly nothing left. He felt like a husk of a man now that his balls were completely drained. His body was collapsed onto the soaked sheet, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. As exhaustion almost took him over, he felt Rowena's lips at his ear.

"Thank you, baby." she whispered. "You just changed the world... I'll see you again."

Sleep overtook Scott Baker, his journey with these spirits seemingly over, for now.

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The next moment Scott was conscious, he was awakening, the sun shining through his closed eyelids. He opened his eyes as he awoke in his own bed. He looked over and next to him slept Kate, his wife. No spirits, no ghosts, no nothing. Just his wife.

What had just happened to him? Had that really been just a dream? An apparition? There was no way that logically could have just happened, but he remembered every moment like it had. In his mind, it felt real, but it couldn't be. As he went into the restroom and cleaned up and brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror.

What did this dream mean? Was there some part of him that wanted to cheat and that was expressed through that dream? Or was that just the random projections of his mind during sleep? He didn't know. He wanted to forget about what had just happened and just write it all off, but he had to admit, deep down he knew it would be hard to not think back on that amazing night. The pleasure he had experienced was incredible and he could never forget.

As he got more ready for the day, cleaning up, he began to write off the whole thing as some crazy dream. That was until he got out of the shower and caught a flash of... something... in the mirror. Like there was something stuck on his back. He stood in front of the mirror and turned around, and what he saw on his shoulder blade almost made him pass out.

It was a tattoo of a snake's head, fangs bared.

The poison had infected him.

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Scott normally loved Christmas, and loved feeling the spirit of the holidays. But after the events of the night before, the day just felt... dull. Opening up gifts, having a nice, lazy Christmas day, eating food and relaxing... it didn't feel like enough for him. It was like he had been shown a world of color, and now he was back in a world of black and white. Nothing had changed from the day before, Kate was as nice and sweet and pretty as ever. But... he just didn't know if he could shake the things he had said and done with those three spirits. He couldn't forget the way they made him feel. He couldn't forget their hot bodies... their huge tits. He couldn't forget how hot it was to betray his wife by fucking those three mystery women.

And something had happened. That tattoo confirmed that. Whether it was technically real or simply a projection that had made its mark on him somehow... it didn't matter. What was a fact was the world was a lot stranger than what he had thought. It was a crazy world out there, and Scott had only gotten a small taste of it.

Scott was clearly distracted the entire day and into the next. Another day, trudging through the snow, to a business that would get very few customers. Was it all really worth it? Was all this trouble, working so hard for so little reward, was it worth it? Was he really satisfied to go through day after day of this when he had sampled life on the other side, the side where he didn't care about any of this stuff? Where he went through life not caring about anything about his own, narcissistic pleasure? It was so wrong in so many ways, but it felt sooooo good! He had fucked other women besides his wife, and he had enjoyed the hell out of it. Sure, it might not have been really real, but it sure felt real. And it felt good. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he couldn't sleep without those images coming back into his mind.

As him and Christine got the store up and running for the day, the lack of business left him lost in his own thoughts. As he straightened some papers, he glanced down to see Stacy's discarded business card in the garbage can. He reached down and retrieved it, eying the details.

He knew this was a fork in the road. A major decision in his life. He could keep on doing what he had been doing, or he could call up Stacy and see what happens. He knew that even though she came to him in the guise of business, what she was really selling was pleasure. He knew that, and he knew that if he called her, he would basically be choosing to cheat on his wife again. And from the projection he was shown, he wouldn't regret it.

Was he satisfied with his current life, or had those three spirits changed his mind? Did his loyalty, his commitment to social issues, his passion for change, could those sides stand up to the needs of his cock?

Taking far less time than he thought it would, Scott found himself picking up the phone. Like a fallen angel, an arrogant smirk crossed his lips as Stacy's sexy voice entered his ears.

"Mmm, hello Scott Baker." Stacy purred over the phone.

"Hello, Stacy." he said, his voice resonating in a low timbre that he hadn't used in years. He was flirting, and Stacy could sense it. He could practically sense her plump lips curling into a knowing smile.

"You have a good Christmas?" Scott asked.

"Could have been much better." she admitted. "Waking up on Christmas morning in a hotel room next to some nameless douchebag is not exactly ideal. But that being said, Santa was very kind to me, as always. Got a set of new Christmas stockings... mesh, if you were wondering. Let's see, I got a new lingerie set, very revealing, if you must know. Some new jewelry, a bottle of some of the most expensive perfume in the world, and a $1200 bottle of wine. Despite what you may think, I do have some admirers, Scott."

"Oh, I can believe it." Scott replied with a smile.

"You can, can you?" Stacy asked. "Tell me, Scott, have you reconsidered my offer?" Scott let a heavy pause rise between them before replying.

"I think we should get dinner tonight, Stacy... and talk over things." Scott offered.

"Yes, I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of talking, Scott." she said with a sarcastic giggle. Scott laughed a bit, and then glanced across the room at Christine, hard at work, letting his lecherous eyes admire her hot body for the first time.

"Can I pick you up at seven?" Scott asked.

"I'll be dressed to the nines." Stacy replied. "Hopefully, that wife of yours won't be wondering why her hubby won't be getting in so, so late."

Scott considered her words but he wasn't concerned by them. Kate trusted him without question. He could tell her anything and she would believe it. He could get away with so much behind her back and she wouldn't sense a thing.

"That won't be a problem." Scott replied.

"Mmm, I can't wait till tonight." Stacy purred. "I'll be thinking about you till then."

"I'll see you at seven, then." Scott replied, hanging up the phone with a new confidence, a change that was not lost on his co-worker.

Christine sensed something off about her boss all morning. She kept herself busy, as usual, but she kept one eye on Scott. He had been acting weird all morning, and when he picked up the phone, he spoke in a far stranger way than he usually did. He spoke in a way that was almost... flirty. She listened in a bit, but she didn't want to be impolite.

She kept herself busy, organizing stacks of books, when she suddenly sensed a presence behind her. She was about to turn around when she felt a pair of hands grip her hips and a pair of lips move close to her ear. At this close proximity, goose bumps rippled across her skin. She glanced back to see Scott behind her.

"What is it?" she whispered huskily, not sure what was going on and what her boss was doing.

"I just wanted to tell you..." Scott began, whispering hotly in her ear. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked with a nervous giggle.

"I'm sorry I never told you before... told you how sexy you are." Scott whispered, sliding his fingertips along the exposed skin above the hem of her jeans, below her sweater.

"What?" she asked.

"Working with you every day... you drive me wild." he said, sliding his bulging crotch into her jean-clad butt lightly. "You have an amazing body. You should show it off."

With that, he pulled away and walked towards the back. She didn't know where the hell that came from. Her boss was always so kind and friendly and respectful, never acting in any way inappropriate. So, all of a sudden, him acting this way, flirting with her, it was out of nowhere. She didn't know where this side of him came from, it was so unlike him.

But she liked it.

That close proximity, the way he talked to her, the way he flirted with her, the way he rubbed himself against her, that was an outright pass at her, wasn't it? He was flirting with her. And because of that, her eyes were glassy with lust. Her nipples had tightened and her pussy was dripping wet.

She watched Scott enter the back room, and as he did, he looked back at her, leaving the door cracked open.

Was this happening? Was this really, actually, finally happening? It was! And she was almost too stunned to react. Christine hesitated. He clearly wanted her to join him, and deep down, she so wanted to. She had crushed on him hard for years. She had dreamed of this moment since meeting him. She had always sensed a spark between them, and now the tension between them had been ignited.

She wanted this, she REALLY wanted this, but she had always been too shy to say anything. She had been terrified of being rejected, and she couldn't risk that. If she couldn't be around him she would just die. Just being in his presence was enough to fuel her fantasies of an illicit work affair. She had always been so demure, but something about Scott ignited something within her. Made her think things she had never even contemplated before.

Any self-respecting girl knew that a married man was supposed to be hands off, but she didn't care. He was that irresistible to her. She had been raised right and had always been a straight arrow, but this married man incited such passionate lust within her. The fact that he was taken only made her want him more.

His wife had always been perfectly pleasant to her, but Christine couldn't help but resent her. She was the obstacle separating her from her ultimate crush. She couldn't help but compare herself to Scott's wife, and she couldn't stop herself from thinking she had his wife beat. She was younger, better looking and had a better body. Plus, Kate always seemed kinda run-down and exhausted. She never even made an effort to be pretty for him. If Christine was Scott's girl, she would happily be the hot babe on his arm he deserved.

Christine couldn't believe her fantasy had suddenly become a reality. But she was a realist, so she knew she couldn't be stupid about this. They were in a store. She couldn't be so reckless... could she? Anyone could walk in at any time, including that wife of his. She supposed it was a good thing they never had any business in the mornings.

For the first time in her life, Christine got aggressive. She made up her mind. She pushed past her shyness. It was time to stop letting others walk all over her and begin anew. It was time for Christine to start walking over other people to get what she wanted. She resolved to never step aside again. She sauntered over to the backroom, joining her boss, shutting the door behind her.

And as she did, as Scott saw this shy young woman become the slut she was born to be, he smiled. Thoughts of her, of Stacy, of Lindsay, and even Mrs. Thomas entered his head.

Scott Baker's married cock was now on the market. And that fact would make a lot of women very happy.

And it did. Boy, did it ever. And the sad thing was, no one noticed the change in him. In fact, so many had told him that he needed to loosen up, so that when he did, they were happy for him.

The angel had fallen from grace, and it was welcomed with applause. Thus was the nature of the citizens of Parkersboro.

No one raised an eyebrow at the champion of the people of this fair city when his appearance in various hotel lobbies became commonplace, sneaking off for illicit encounters with that slutty brunette real estate rep with the huge, jiggling tits. Not a single one of the maids at those hotels said anything about this outwardly pure, virtuous man despite the wrecked state of the rooms he had stayed in. They didn't tell anyone about the sex-soaked sheets him and that slut left behind. They didn't mention anything as they cleaned his cum off the shower walls.

Thus was how numb the citizens of Parkersboro were to the corruption flowing through it.

Not one of his fellow employees at his store raised any questions at the long, hard hours he and Christine worked together. Not one of them suspected anything untoward when he offered to give her a ride home. No one seemed to notice when she and he would work a closing shift together and then be wearing the same clothes during an opening shift the next morning.

Thus was how naïve and blind this town's people were towards their so-called beacons of hope.

Not even his family was immune to their blind spot towards Scott. His parents didn't suspect a thing when he called out of the blue, seeking their old neighbors, the Thomas's, contact information. So happy they were at their son taking some time to reconnect with people that they didn't suspect any ulterior motive. Nor did his wife, when Scott out of nowhere suggested they meet up with his family at a New-Years gathering at his brother's place.

All these people who trusted Scott, unknowing that he could ever contemplate taking advantage of that trust. None of them noted the change in him.

But there was a small subset of people who did notice that change. Who noticed this new and improved Scott almost immediately. Who could practically smell the infidelity coming off of him and knew how little that ring on his finger actually mattered to him.

Mrs. Thomas certainly did. As soon as she found him standing on her pouch, she knew exactly what he was there for. She would have known even if she hadn't felt his eyes on her sun-baked cleavage. She would have known even if she hadn't sensed his easy form of flirting. But Mrs. Thomas didn't let the game between them play out for too long before stopping him. She knew how to get down with the best of them and she didn't feel the need to waste any time now that this hunky younger man was already in her clutches. A simple, "Are you here to fuck me, Scott?" was all that the older woman needed to say. And his wicked smile was all the answer she needed.

Minutes later, she was in bed on her back, legs spread, the beacon of hope of Parkersboro driving his thick weapon into her nasty, amazingly tight old cunt, her big old tits bouncing in the process. And as the moans of his much older former neighbor hit his ears and he washed his face with the sweat coming off her massive knockers, Scott knew this wouldn't be the last time he would feel her tight cunt stretched around him.

Scott's confidence grew with each instance of infidelity, to the point where he no longer felt the need to be the aggressor. This came to a head at his family's New Years Eve party.

The Baker clan always did a thorough big New Years event, and this year his brother was hosting. Scott usually declined these events, knowing he had better things to attend to. But to his family's surprise, Scott showed up, with Kate in tow. He was happy to see a fair amount of people there, but only one of them mattered to the married man. He was happy to see the perfect blonde hair, angelic face, and crystal blue eyes of his nephew's wife, Lindsay. Her eyes lit up at this sudden appearance.

Scott's confidence was brimming to the point where he knew he could slow play this encounter. He could let this young babe come to him.

And he was right. He was SO right.

The thought of Scott having a dark side was so foreign to all that knew him that he could practically be shoving it in their faces and they wouldn't notice a thing.

Kate mingled with her husband's family, having the opportunity to catch up with people she hadn't seen in years. She kept one eye on her husband, as any wife would, seeing what he was up to. She saw her niece Lindsay bounding up to him, eager to make conversation. She noticed the easy rapport Scott had with Lindsay, and seeing her hubby being social and friendly and out-going with their young niece made her heart burn with affection for him.

It's a good thing she wasn't listening in to them.

No one was. So trusted was he that no one bothered to eavesdrop on him, the idea of him being in any way inappropriate with his niece not even close to coming to the mind of anyone who knew him.

Except for Lindsay.

The thought of him being inappropriate with her had fueled her sexual fantasies for years. The only way her hubby could make her cum was when she let herself think about Scott for a little while.

"Uncle Scott, it has been way too long." Lindsay, said approaching him.

"Yes it has." he said with a smile, giving her a platonic hug, feeling her press her large teenage breasts into him. But he gave no sign that he noticed. "And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Uncle." She smiled.

"Just teasing you." she said coyly.

"How's the married life treating you? It must be different being married so young." Scott asked knowingly.

"Oh... uh, well, you know... its cool." she replied.

"That sounds like a strong affirmative." Scott said knowingly. "Lindsay, you can talk to me. I'm your trusted Uncle Scott." She nodded lightly.

"Uh, you know, it's good, but sometimes, you know... sometimes, occasionally, I wished I had waited around, maybe till I was older, maybe till things were already in place." Lindsay said, glancing up at him. "Does that sound bad?" she asked.

"No, it's okay... trust me, there's always that moment after you get married when you wonder what the hell you were thinking." Scott agreed.

"Yes!" Lindsay said, barely containing her excitement. "You know what I mean, then?" Scott shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to give a concrete answer, not giving her what she wanted, an inroad to his fidelity.

"I mean, I love Caleb, I do, but you know... he's a boy, and sometimes, you know, I want a man." she admitted. "He's nice and he's sweet, but I don't know what he wants to do with his life. I want someone who knows exactly what he wants... and takes it."

"Mmm." he said, noncommittal.

"Like, since we got married, he's kinda let himself go a bit, and it's like... if he really was devoted to me, wouldn't he want to keep himself at his best?" she began. "Like, look at you. You look amazing. I should have you give some tips to him. You keep yourself looking good for Aunt Kate. Why can't he do the same for me?"

"Well, sometimes life gets in the way." Scott said. "Kate used to be a gym-body, but work keeps her busy. Yes, she's probably put on a few pounds, but I still love her."

"It's weird, both of our marriages, one of us keeps the package tight and toned, the other... not so much." Lindsay said with a laugh, glancing over at her husband, then her Aunt, then up to her Uncle. Scott simply smiled.

As the two chatted, the signs were there for anyone who was watching. The way she played with her golden hair, the way she exposed her neck, the way she pivoted her hips slightly, bouncing her foot back and forth on her heel as she stood in place. The way she would casually touch him. She wanted him, but both of them were so trusted that no one thought twice. But Scott wasn't biting the bait. Not yet.