The Night Before Christmas 16

A quick note: I've wanted to post this for a while now, I thought it would be fun to take a classic and twist it a bit. No offence meant to the original story this is supposed to be a fun adult version. That being said, I hope you enjoy this take on a classic.

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, a man dressed up as Santa was fucking my spouse.

He tickled her clitoris with patience and care, in hopes that her orgasm soon would be there.

The children were with my parents tonight, but even they would know this just wasn't right.

I stood there dumbfounded looking just like a sap, as they lay on the couch but not for a nap.

When from somewhere inside I heard something splatter, My wife's face now looked like it was covered in batter.

Then suddenly I heard a buzzing vibration, she was using a dildo to cause a sensation.

To my utter surprise I saw a quick flash, the perv was taking pics of her open, wet gash.

The moon on her breast behind the white snow, as she dropped to her knees to give him a blow.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, a candy cane butt plug for her now open rear.

In a flash of recognition that came to me quick, I realized the man was my old neighbor Nick.

More rapid than reindeer her orgasms came, as she shouted out loud all of my friend's names.

"Now Peter and Johnny and Derick and Dicky, I fucked you right after you gave me a hickey."

On top of the coffee table and against the far wall, they fucked in every room, closet and all.

To the top of her head to the bridge of her nose, he rubbed his cock all over, including her toes.

And I knew there would always be this scene in my mind, then he bent my wife over to take her from behind.

In a moment of sanity, she grabbed a picture frame, when she turned it over, I knew nothing would be the same.

And then in an instant, I heard from my wife, "That was the best orgasm I ever had in my life."

As I opened my eyes and was turning around, I saw that my lovely wife was now bound.

His cock was ten inches perhaps even a foot, and I stood there rejected among the ashes and soot.

A bundle of nerves, my wife lay on her back, as he fucked her and fucked her, finally emptying his sack.

He grinned like a cat as he gave her his cock, it was then that I noticed he was still wearing a sock.

Was she even thinking of me the man she would marry? Although I wasn't the one who had taken her cherry.

The nipple of her breast held tight in his teeth, and he rubber her wet pussy with our decorated wreath.

His fingers reached out and tickled her belly, and licked off of her breasts what appeared to be jelly.

He was chubby and fat and hairy to boot, but he had a huge cock and plenty of loot.

Perhaps there were emails or clues I could follow, and I shockingly watch as his cum she did swallow.

I heard grunting and moaning and once even a whistle, I'd like to gouge him and stab him with an eighteen-inch thistle.

A wink of his eye soon filled me with dread, as I watched my wife enthusiastically giving him head.

She spoke not a word but went straight to her work, firmly grasping his cock to give it a jerk.

And he lay a finger inside of her cunt, like he was digging for gold in a perverse treasure hunt.

Perhaps I could kill them and collect on her death, then maybe I could marry Nick's freshly widowed wife, Beth.

I opened the back door to let my presence be known, and I heard them both jump, cuss and then groan.

"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted as Nick fled out the front door, and I wondered just when my wife had become such a whore?

As I stood there now considering my soon pending divorce, The hidden cameras would been my best evidence of course.

She said, "I've been waiting for hours for you to fuck me today," perhaps I'd postpone the divorce for a few rolls in the hay.

Thanks to all of you who read the stories I write, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!