As tradition, my wife Emily began bugging me about attending her annual Christmas Party. Working for an advertising agency, her company always had some type of weird non-traditional theme. For example, last year the firm had a Christmas Vacation theme where everyone was wearing beach attire and drinking margarita cider. As usual, my wife told me that this party was going to be the best ever. The theme was "Its gonna be a Black Black Christmas." I thought that it would probably be Santa dressed in some type of funky black "Goth" outfit. Emily didn't care what the theme was as long as she had an excuse to party. Although my wife is rather prim and proper at work, she looses her inhibitions when she drinks.
Emily is a better-looking version of Nicole Kidman. She has long strawberry blonde hair, bright green eyes, and silky pale white skin. Emily is 5'5" 105 lbs, with firm round 36C tits on a slender frame. She has a tiny waist, long legs and a perfect heart-shaped ass.
Needless to say, I rarely like attending Emily's Christmas parties because her co-workers are a bunch of artsy know-it-alls who talk theoretical bullshit all night. Thus, I always make my wife bribe me into attending this holiday gala with her. The bribe usually consists of Emily wearing sexy thong underwear with thigh highs and a short tight skirt. But, most importantly, she has to cock tease all the guys at the party. Emily knows that nothing turns me on more than watching her flaunt her gorgeous body. Besides, she loves making men sweat by flashing her tits and giving panty shots. On our drive home from the party, she fingers herself telling me which guy she thought had the biggest cock, while I stroke my dick asking her about which guys she would like to fuck. By the time we get home, Emily has already orgasmed three to four times and I have blown my load all over the dashboard at least twice. When we do get home, Emily and I screw like wild reindeer for the rest of the night. Although I don't like her uptight co-workers, the sexual build-up throughout the party and the wild fucking afterward makes it all worthwhile for me to endure. In fact, I actually like going to the party because of how much it turns me on. I just don't want to admit that to her. Otherwise, she would quit bribing me.
Emily and I have only had sex with each other during our five years of marriage, although we both have had many prior partners and experiences. We screw on a regular basis, with our foreplay primarily revolving around us talking about her fucking other guys. Emily plays along because she knows how much it turns me on. Besides, she is the major benefactor of my super hard dick.
This year, as usual, I told Emily that I really didn't want to go to the party because the theme sounded really stupid, my best friend had invited me to a basketball game, and her co-workers were just plain boring.
And as usual, Emily told me that it was really important for me to be there with her, and promised to cock tease all of the guys. Kiddingly, I told her that this cock-teasing thing was getting old and that if she really wanted me to attend that she would have to fuck Santa. Emily said, "Hell, I will fuck his elves too." I laughed and said, "You got a deal." With visions of her teasing other men and me watching in my head, my dick started to get hard. I thought to myself that it doesn't get any better than this, but little did I know.
When we went to the party later that week, it was your regular ho-hum Christmas affair. We mingled; small talked; and had a few drinks. After a few hours, it was announced that it was time for Santa and that everyone would get to sit on his lap. Big deal I thought. Suddenly, the trumpets blared, and in walked these two white midgets who were dressed as elves. They both were about 4 feet tall wearing these little green thongs. It looked as if the elves had pretty big candy canes in their pants for such small people. I glanced over at my wife and smiled. Emily smiled back remembering what she had promised me for attending the party. The trumpets blared again, and in walked Santa. Santa was wearing his traditional red outfit, but was about 7'0, 300lbs, and very very black. I looked over at my wife and winked. She just laughed and shook her head in disbelief.
While everyone was getting in line to sit on Santa's lap, I walked over to my wife, handed her a drink, and told her that it was going to be a black Christmas after all. Emily knew what I was referring to and jokingly asked me if I could handle it (meaning her fucking another guy). I replied, "No dear. The question is whether you can handle ole St. Dick." She chugged her glass of wine and said, "Watch me!"
With that, my wife hiked up her skirt and headed for ole St. Dick. Santa's booth was placed in a dimly lit back corner so as not to get in the way of dancing later on that night. I followed my wife back to the booth to watch her sit on Santa's lap. She placed herself in the center of his lap as her dress inched up past her thigh highs. I watched my wife whisper in Santa's ear and grind down on his lap. Santa had this shit-eating grin on his face as he was looking down Emily's dress. She had worn a little black dress. The neckline was cut very low barely covering her tits, while the hemline was very high showing the tops of her black thigh highs. I sat down at a table directly in front of Santa's booth to watch the action unfold. The elves were sitting on each side of Santa at his feet and I could see them looking up her dress. You could see her black thong panty wedged in between her cleanly shaven pussy lips. The timer bell rang indicating that it was time for the next person in line to sit on Santa's lap.
