I dreaded going to my wife's company Christmas party, but there was no getting out of it. Alice had been at her new job less than a year and was soaring to the top of the corporate chain. Her promotions were coming at the rate of almost every other month. I was happy for her, as she brought plaques of praise, letters of appreciation, and even cash bonuses. I was also happy for the extra income she was now getting; in fact, she now made a lot more than I did.
All of this success came with a price; our home life had become almost non-existent. Yet I was still happy for her and could tell she was enjoying her career. I was sure things would smooth out at work and we would again have some sort of home life. When I say home life what I am really talking about is our sex life, it had almost disappeared. It always seemed that Alice was either too tired or too preoccupied with her job to have sex. Lately the closest thing to having sex with my wife was sniffing her dirty panties as I jacked off.
I knew I would be out of place at the party; I had yet to meet anyone from her work. This was to be a family party with not only wives and husbands but kids also. As of yet we had no children in fact I'm not sure if my wife wants kids, she says she does but just not now. I was imagining the evening ahead of me as all the employees sit around talking shop and we spouses sit around talking about families. I didn't know it was to get worse.
I heard the phone ring, and heard my wife-saying hello; I didn't listen but could hear some concern in her voice. After hanging up she came into the den and she had that look of concern on her face. She was in a little pair of red transparent panties. I could see she had completely shaved her bush and wondered how long she had been bald. Her little tittys looked so cute standing out strait with her nipples at attention. I felt my lust and my cock rising fast; I pulled her to me and kissed her nipples. I heard her sigh and she ran her fingers through my hair, I rose to kiss her, and she pushed me away.
"James we don't have time for this, besides I already have my make up on."
"I know, it's just you look so damn sexy, I couldn't help myself. Let me kiss those tittys one more time."
She offered herself to me and I feasted on her little A cups. Alice's boobs were small but they were very sensuous, she held my head against her as I kissed and sucked on her. When I gently started biting and pulling on her nipples with my teeth, I think she came. I went back to gentle kisses and biting using just my lips. I don't know who loved this breast play more, my wife or myself. I know we men are supposed to like huge knockers, but I have always been attracted to small-breasted women. With my wife having such sensuous breasts and me with almost a small breast fetish, we were a match made in heaven.
Alice held my head against her as I almost nursed her engorged nipples.
"James, I need a favor from you tonight."
Of course she did, I'm sure she knew I could not deny anything she asked in the aroused shape I was in right now.
"That phone call was from Mr. Bowman, he said George was in the hospital with a bad appendix or something."
"Gee that's too bad."
I said, keeping my mouth on her breast.
"James you don't understand, he was going to be Santa tonight. Mr. Bowman wants me to come up with a new Santa."
All of a sudden, the warning lights went on in my head.
"Don't tell me..."
She pulled me back to her breast, holding my face against her and stroking my hair.
"Yes James, I want you to play Santa for us tonight. If you do a good job, I will give you a special present when we get home tonight."
I put up a fuss, complaining about rug rats, smelly costumes, and such but the more I thought about it the better I liked it. Here was my excuse for not putting up with all the boring spouses and their boring talk. I could 'Ho, Ho, HO' it through the night and not have to worry what anybody was saying. Alice sent me out to find a costume, telling me not come back without a good-looking Santa suit. It took awhile but I found a great suit at an outrageous rental, I felt that not only had I done what my wife asked, I was sticking her company at the same time. When I got back home, my wife was still in panties but she had added a camisole and I noticed she was braless. God she looked so sexy, I knew I was going to be a Santa with a hard on all night. Alice told me to get dressed and take the suit with me so I could change there. By the time I finished dressing she was ready to go. My wife looked beautiful, with her little black dress showing so much leg and I could see her nipples pushing out like little pencil erasers.
"You look gorgeous, but black is not much of a holiday color."
"Can't you see my red toenails through these open toed shoes, and look red fingernails too. Did you forget about my red panties?"
She lifted her dress to show me her panties.
"How many other people get to see those tonight?"
"We'll just have to find out won't we?"
The party was at one of the big hotels downtown, they had the big ballroom with a live orchestra and another smaller room adjacent. As soon as we got there my wife sent me to a changing room to put on my costume.
"I'll come back to get you when we want you to make your appearance."
With that, she left me alone to try to put my suit on by myself. The problem was once I got my big belly on I couldn't get my pants or my boots on. I guess I was cussing and fussing rather loud, and this woman stuck her head in the door to see what was happening.
