"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house"
Linda was arranging a few low-hanging decorations.
"Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse"
They were askew, probably after having been pushed aside by curious kids checking out the presents under the tree.
"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care"
She had just rescued a richly decorated glass ornament from an uncertain fate on the floor when she sensed a pair of hungry eyes taking in her curves. With a smile she rose to her feet and turned around with a sassy swing of the hips.
"In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there"
"Well hello Santa," she cooed in mock surprise at the iconic figure in the doorway to the living room.
"HO HO HO," sounded the merry response.
"Are you quoting TxRad or are you just happy to see me?" Linda purred doing her best Jessica Rabbit impersonation.
She was thrilled to notice that Ken had gone all out with the outfit, including the obligatory padded stomach and of course the bushy white beard. The motorcycle goggles were a nice touch too. But it was the sight of a familiar outline on the front of Santa's red pants that made her feel a surge of excitement. That thing was definitely not padding and confirmed her assumption that the night before Christmas was going to be a very pleasurable night indeed.
Santa clearly liked what he saw as well. Admitted, Linda's attire was less authentic than his own, but the bright red lingerie with the short fur-lined silk skirt would give even a polar bear the chills. And if that wasn't enough, she was positive that the red garter and stockings would do the trick. Ken had always been a garter-man and the growing bulge told her that nothing had changed in that respect.
"Just wait till he realizes that this outfit didn't come with panties," she mused to herself while walking seductively towards him.
A month of abstinence!
Yes, that was the agreement in order to heighten the sexual tension for this special night of cosplay, but Linda feared they might have over-done it a bit. She was SO fucking horny she just wanted to rip the stupid beard off him, drill her tongue down his throat and jump him like a rabid bitch in heat. But she managed to gather enough willpower to stay in character. The Ken-jumping would happen soon enough.
She knelt down in front of the imposing figure.
"I'm afraid Mrs. Claus isn't in today. But as your faithful elf it will be my pleasure to assist you with anything you may need. Do you have any needs I can assist you with Santa?"
Ken looked down at the petite elf kneeling before him and the edges of his beard moved as the familiar laughter filled the room -- this time with a shrill and desperate edge to it.
"HO HO HO..."
"Please keep it down Santa," Linda the elf said in an urgent voice. "We don't want to wake up the kids!"
Not that that was very likely to happen. After having spent a long day engaged in various outdoor Christmas activities the brood would probably sleep through a Metallica concert. But why risk it? No kid should have its childhood memories tainted by the vision of Santa fucking the shit out of one of his elves. And if they - God forbid - were to recognize their parents it would probably mean life long therapy. No, better not tempt fate.
Ken seemed to share his wife's concern and immediately muted his Christmassy guffaws.
Her worries assuaged Linda returned her attention to the enticing bulge in Santa's pants.
"Your trusty elf is hungry Santa. She needs a bite of this delicious Yule log very much"
She leaned into his groin and nibbled at the growing bulge. Santa emitted an audible groan as she commenced to slide her teeth along the hard cucumber'esque outline in the fabric. She was amazed at how big and hard he felt.
"That frustrating month of celibacy might actually have been worth it," she thought to herself in joyful anticipation.
Provided of course that he didn't go off prematurely.
Or maybe even exploded in her mouth or hand before she got to feel this wonderful thing inside her.
No, that would never do. Ken was a great lover with iron control, but he was also a man with powerful needs who hadn't had sex for an extended period of time. Linda immediately discarded the idea of a long oral foreplay. She loved having him in her mouth, but not as much as she loved having him in certain other places. And she could tell from his rapid breathing that she would have to choose this time.
Linda made her choice and rose.
"Ohh Santa," she said with a naughty smile. "I think there is a problem with the back of my dress. You wouldn't mind taking a closer look, would you? Please?"
Without waiting for an answer she turned and bent over the armrest of the couch. Almost immediately she felt a hand pushing between her legs from behind, tentatively caressing her sensitive upper thighs.
Now it was Linda's turn to breathe faster as the enquiring hand began sliding slowly back and forth along the entrance to her most sensitive area, and when she felt his probing thumb entering her warm wetness she barely managed to stifle a scream.
"Wow Santa! " she whispered. "You are so good to your trusty elf."
Linda felt his hand continue its massage of her entrance, but now with the added stimulation of her inner g-spot by his thumb. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. After fifteen years of marriage Ken could play her body like a fiddle, and boy did he play!
His other hand wandered slowly up her back, tracing the outline of her spine through the silky fabric. As it reached the nape of her neck Ken took a firm grip in her hair and without warning the slow gentle massage turned into a fast and powerful finger fucking.
The sudden assault of intense stimulation caused Linda to yelp in surprise but her outcry was immediately muffled as Ken pushed her forward into the couch. For a second she fought to get out of the undignified position, but then resigned and succumbed to the rapidly building tension in her sex-starved body.
Oh she knew exactly what he was doing of course. G-spot orgasms are immensely satisfying but also really really wet, which was exactly why they only ever did this on the bed with a protective towel. Except today apparently. Not that Linda had much choice in the matter. Thanks to the skilled hand between her legs driving her inexorably towards climax the unprotected couch was heading for some embarrassing stains in the very near future.
