"Ho Ho Ho!"
"What did you just call me!?"
"I'm sorry dear, it's hard to get out of the habit," Santa smirked at Mrs. Claus.
"You know I don't mind when you get fresh with me," she slapped him on the behind when she walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Hmm, we should try something extra naughty tonight then... It's almost Christmas Eve, we need to celebrate!"
"Good idea honey, what do you suggest?"
Mrs. Claus started heating up holiday dinner for her husband and was bending over the oven, exposing her cleavage, breasts peeking out from her red and white furry robe.
"Well baby, I want you to wear nothing but that lacy red and green lingerie, and suck Daddy's dick like a candy cane!"
"Go feed the reindeer and when you get back, meet me upstairs, I will have a surprise I know you won't forget, then we'll eat dinner," Mrs. Claus set the timer for an hour while Santa joyfully skipped out the door.
Mrs. Claus sashayed to the closet, selecting the perfect outfit, her favorite sparkly lingerie, just like she was instructed. She freshened up her pearly white hair in the bathroom and slipped on her matching panties and thong set.
Hmm I think I'll skip the bra tonight, Santa is going to love seeing his baby's big tits bouncing freely under this robe.
While Mrs. Claus got the lube and handcuffs ready, Santa was out by the sleigh.
"C'mon Blitzen, damnit, hurry up and eat, I gotta get upstairs and eat the wife's pussy tonight!" His dick got hard at the thought, his huge erection showing an outline through his baggy red suit.
Santa was a bad boy, definitely on the naughty list for sure. He wanted his wife's body so bad, he was in the middle of a fuck session when he realized he was late delivering presents one year.
Santa loved ripping off Mrs. Claus's clothes, but he did it slowly and passionately, like trying to contain his excitement unwrapping his favorite gift.
"Get going Comet, take the carrots, finish up!" He rushed the reindeer along, just imagining his wife sucking his cock and playing with his jingle balls.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Claus was primping her hair, listening to Christmas music and feeling her clit swell as she drifted off into a daydream imagining her husband, the big man of the North Pole, sliding his pole inside her sweet hole.
She was so excited and aroused that she thought she heard the steps creak and assumed it was her husband.
Here he comes! He's going to love his surprise!
As the door flung open, Mrs. Claus swiftly opened her robe, flashing her naked breasts and glittery red and green thong!
"Wow, that's one way to spread Christmas cheer, how about you spread your legs for me too?"
It was not Santa who appeared at the door, but it was one of the Elves named Wellhung!
"Oh holy night, fuck, what are you doing up here, Wellhung? Shouldn't you be in the toy making room?!" Mrs. Claus shrieked, covering up her exposed body in horror.
"I was, but what I should've been making were sex toys, you naughty little thing. Look at those perfect pink nipples." Wellhung was notorious for his flirting, only 4 feet tall but 10 inches thick where it counted, he was always a player and had a thing for women who were over a hundred years old.
"Santa will be back soon, you should go!" Mrs. Claus gathered up her robe and didn't want Wellhung to know she was getting wet at the thought of another man seeing her so vulnerable.
"Eh come on, aren't you the least bit curious? Haven't you heard the rumors?" Wellhung grabbed his magical package, surely a gift to satisfy any girl.
"Mmm," Mrs. Claus pondered a moment, "Santa may want to experiment, I don't know though, I've been trying to get him to invite another guest in our bed for almost two hundred years, but tonight may be the night!"
The stairs started to creak again. Mrs. Claus knew she would look suspicious if Wellhung was still here, all wide-eyed but certainly not innocent.
"Santa's baby, I'm coming up to eat you tonight, you know, your pussy is the only thing I love more than milk and cookies," his deep sing-songy sexy voice echoed in the hallway as he came closer.
The door flung open as Mrs. Claus was shooing Wellhung into the closet.
"Sweetie, it isn't what it looks like," her robe was slipped down over her shoulder as Santa entered the room.
"Sir, Santa, Mr. Saint Nick, I'm sorry, I don't want any coal this year..." Wellhung stammered, still with a hard-on protruding through his pants.
"Why, what's this? Who do we have here?" Santa looked surprised but not angry, just intrigued.
"Honey, I thought it was you coming up the stairs before, I..." Mrs. Claus broke eye contact and looked down, horny but blushing with rosy cheeks embarrassingly.
"Sweetie, get the handcuffs, looks like someone's getting punished tonight," Santa had a twinkle in his eye as he grabbed some rope and a leather whip leftover from the sleigh.
"Definitely not going to be a silent night tonight." Wellhung came out from the boudoir curiously.
"Better bend over and let's get this show on the road, I hope we'll be done in time for dinner, I still have stockings to hang!"
