A Christmas Awakening

"Is everything okay?" I asked Diane as she got out of bed. I reached over to the nightstand to check my phone. It was three in the morning.

"Yeah, I'm just thirsty. You can go back to sleep," she said as she put on her nightrobe. She walked to the doorward and paused. "If you're still awake when I get back, maybe Ol St. Nick has another gift for me," she said suggestively. I sleepily chuckled as she walked off, thinking fondly of our roleplay earlier that night. I had purchased a Santa costume to wear for the kids, but my wife thought of other ways to put it to use.

I felt my erection beginning to grow beneath the sheets at the thought of a second round and before long I was out of bed. "Now where did we leave that thing," I muttered to myself as I tried to find where the costume was. I had taken it off in a rush and threw it to the side of the room during the earlier festivities, but it was nowhere to be seen. After another minute with no results, I was too tired to continue and thought we'd just have to make do the vanilla way. I laid back down while I waited for my wife, but before long I had fallen back asleep.

Some time later, I woke up again. Diane still wasn't back in bed, and I checked the time. Almost twenty minutes had passed. I decided to get up just to make sure things were okay. I put on my boxers and my slippers before leaving the room. On my way to the stairs, I took a peek into the kids' room to make sure she wasn't there. Both of them were sound asleep with Diane nowhere to be seen. I quietly closed the door and made my way down the stairs.

As I walked down slowly to avoid any creaks, I heard some noises from the living room. It sounded like Diane, but I was confused because it sounded like there was someone else as well. The wet noises and soft moans got louder as I approached the bottom of the stairs. I began to think Diane started playing porn on the livingroom TV, but as sexually daring as she was, she wouldn't be so bold with both the kids in the house on Christmas Eve. She also had no reason to with me upstairs waiting for another round. I made it to the bottom of the stairs and peeked into the livingroom. I had no clue how to make sense of what I was seeing.

Diane was fully nude, her robe laying by her feet. She was kneeling down in front of the couch, her back turned to me. I could make the dancing shadows on her plump ass from some candles we had lit before bed, accompanied by the glow of the Christmas tree. This is where I became convinced I was having an out of body experience, because sitting on the couch was someone dressed in an outfit almost identical to the Santa costume I lost earlier, and Diane was licking his bulge through the red pants.

"I knew you had a second gift for me," she said, inhaling sharply as she began to pull down his pants. The moment the engorged cock flew out from beneath his pants and landed on my wife's face, I realized this was more than some bizaare hallucination of me with my wife, because that couldn't be me on the couch. Now, I had never been insecure about my size my size. In fact, I was quite satisfied with my member, and as far as I could tell, so was my wife. But the cock the now rested on my wife's face handsomely put mine to shame. Aside from its length, it had the girth you'd only see in pornography- and even then, most male actors would barely be able to compete.

"Oh I've been such a good girl, Santa. Let me show you how good I've been," she purred as she rested both arms on the hairy, thick thighs of the man before her, and licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip. I barely notice my own cock twitch at the sight.

After a few more licks up and down, my wife then took hold his cock with both of her hands, her fingers not even able to fully wrap around the base, and began to work on his tip. I could hear her soft moans while she swirled her tongue around his glans. She would take breaks to lick along the side of his shaft or suckle his hefty balls. My erection was now nearly bursting out of my boxers, but I was able to snap out of my trance.

I took a step forward. However, before I was able to speak up, my eyes met those of the man sitting on the couch. At that moment, I realized just how large his stature was. The couch he was sitting on was a two-seater, but he nearly took up the entire space. Earlier, I stuffed a pillow in my costume to give the appearance of a round belly. It wasn't all that convincing, but it was enough for my kids to fall for the disguis. However, this man truly had a rotund stomach. Saying he was fat wouldn't be entirely accurate on the other hand. His thighs were proof enough of that, firm and thick as tree trunks, covered in curly, grey hair. As my eyes locked with the man, he pressed a finger to his lips, then pointed to the ceiling, instructing me not to wake the kids. I complied, but I did not know why.

All I could do was watch as my wife slowly coated the cock in front of her with her saliva. She worked extra diligently to lick the entire surface as it would be impossible to take such a member into her mouth. But for some reason, I found myself wanting to see her try.

"I've never seen you this hard before, Honey. It's a Christmas miracle," she said, taking a break to stroke his shaft with both hands. "I can't for you to stretch out my chimney with this." With that, she dove back down into her meal with twice the furvor. She dropped one hand in between her legs so she could rub her pussy as she worked.

I made eye contact with the man again. I could feel the wet spot on my boxers from where my precum began to leak out. The man gestured his hand again, but this time, he motioned for me to come closer, and pointed at his cock. I felt my knees nearly buckle at the thought.

Up until this point, the thought of taking another man's cock in my mouth had never crossed my mind. Sure, I fooled around a bit in college, but I was always the one getting pleasured in those encounters, unless me and my buds were jerking each other off to some porn. Right now, however, there was no where I wanted to be more than right next to my wife, mixing her saliva with mine on the perfect cock before us. I kicked off my slippers, pulled down my boxers, walked over and took my place to the left of my wife.

Without hesitating, I took the left side of his heavy scrotum into my mouth. I had been eyeing his low-hanging nutsack almost the entire time, watching them deliciously bounce and swing from my wife's movements. As I suckled the soft, warm skin, my tongue rapidly attacked, leaving my own mark now on his manhood. The musk emanating from his member only made me hornier. It was a smell reminiscent of my own whenever my wife pounced on me the minute I got home from work. I was tasting the residual sweat of a man at work, a man who had my wife servicing him the past few minutes. At recognizing the taste of my wife's saliva, I opened my eyes and looked over to her, his scrotum still in my mouth.

Diane had a look of shock on her face as she suckled the right side of his ballsack. It was comforting to know that up until now, she truly thought it was her husband she was servicing. Still suckling on his sac, she looked back up to him, and then to me again. The look of shock began to fade, and I saw a new hunger begin to take its place. She gave me a pleading look, and I realized she was asking for permission to continue. I nodded, his ballsack still in my mouth, and we closed our eyes again as we began to work together to pleasure the man before us.

There are few things I love more in this life than eating my wife's pussy. I could go for hours, feeling her warmth and wetness on my face as she squeezes my head with her juicy thighs. However, I have never been more hard than when I first lick his tip and taste his precum. I've tasted my own before, and it's mostly flavorless aside from the faint taste of saltiness. While I still taste the saltiness here, the creaminess of what falls onto my tongue makes me unable to suppress a moan as I immediately start stroking my cock. I nearly push my wife to the side as I take over, now using my own tongue to swirl all over his glans in hopes of getting more nectar.

I feel the warmth of Diana's face next to mine as she aids me in my endeavor. Our tongues dance along his tip, meeting each other for blankets of time before breaking apart and getting back to work. I feel something large press against the back of my head, and I open my eyes to see he has grabbed both of our heads. He gently nudges us together, and our tongues leave his cock as we begin to kiss each other passionately. Diane and I have a very healthy and active sex life, but I cannot recall ever kissing her as passionately as I was right then. I could feel her large breasts press against me, her nipple rubbing against mine as we continued to stroke the man's cock together. After a few moments, we felt his hands guiding our hears back to either side of his cock. Our lips separated and we gasped for air before we began aggressively licking along both of his shaft. Our eyes were locked as we licked the cock up and down, and then we both looked back up to the man we were sucking off. His expression was that of relief and pleasure, as if he could feel the stress of the day melting away, The sight of his appreciation only made me want to work twice as hard.

Unexpectedly, the man began to stand up, heaving as he did. He towered over the both of us as we kneeled below. He took off his hat, removed his coat, and let it fall to the floor. He now wore nothing but his small, circular glasses and a white tank that hugged his torso tightly, a curly bush of chest hair tried to escape from the top.

"Now, I'd love to stay for longer, but I really must be going soon. It's time to really kick things into gear," he said in a hushed tone that still seemed to boom against the walls. He reached a hand down to my wife, and after she took it, he lifted her to her legs with little effort. Still holding her arm in the air, he spun her around to stand in front of the couch, and gently but forcefully bent her over.

"I normally don't make stops as long as these tonight, but after seeing your show earlier tonight, I simply couldn't resist. I do apologize for the intrusion," he said, and I realized he was talking about our roleplay from earlier. He lifted one foot onto the couch, and the bent the knee of his other leg, angling his cock against my wife's dripping pussy.

"There's no way that will fit," I said, and my wife's head snapped around to look at me, her eyes glaring with anger that I might deprive her of this moment.

"Ho ho ho! I've fit in even tighter holes in my time, don't you worry. Plus, the two of you have been so kind to make sure I'm extra lubricated tonight." And with those final words, he began to slowly insert his giant member into my wife's folds. The intense moan that emanatws from Diane's mouth told me that she was having an orgasm just from initial penetration. Her legs quivered as a pool of juices dripped down on to the floor. Eventually, the entire base of his cock disappeared inside her, until his balls were pressed up against her labia. He raised one hand in the air as he used his other two hold my wife's arms behind her back. "Merry Christmas," he proclaimed, and swiftly struck my wife's ass with his raised hand before beginning to pound into her.

The force of which his cock rammed into her again and again shook the entire livingroom. The couch creaked with every thrust, almost as if threatening to fall apart with each blow. The moans from my wife slowly turned into gurgles of pleasure, as she could barely get enough air in her lungs to make any noise. I watched the ripples of her ass each time he buried himself into her, her cheek branded with his handprint from the earlier slap. I couldn't take my eyes offf of his cock as it slipped in and out, drenched in her ejaculate. I felt my cock twitch again at the thought of licking it clean afterwards, hopefully with his own cum in the mix. The mesmerizing swing of his balls hypnotized me again, and I find myself approaching closer to watch from the side where he had his leg propped up on the couch. He looked down at me as I got near. "Perfect, I could use your help to get this over with," he said, letting go of my wife's arms as they fell limp. He grabbed my head my head and jerked me around. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my face buried in between soft, hairy flesh. The musk I smelled before was even stronger now, and I realized where he was holding me. Instead of feeling disgust, I felt myself stroking my cock again as my tongue began to delight in the flavors of his body again, ignoring the fact that I could hardly breath with him holding my head there. My other hand softly groped his balls, and before long he was shoving my head up and down so I could lick from his taint to the rim of his asshole.

"Ho ho ho! It's nearly time to add some milk with this cookie," he exclaimed, no longer caring to quiet his voice. I wasn't even worried about the chance of being caught eating Santa Claus' ass while he fucked my wife doggystyle. As he approached his limit, he shoved my face deep within his ass once more as I desperately tongued his hold clean. He bucked as he thrusted forward one last time, and groaned as his dam burst open. I could feel the undulation of his cum releasing into my wife from my position in his ass. I could hear the semen dripping out onto the floor as he filled her to the brim. When he was finally out of ejaculate, he released his hand from my head, and I fell to the floor gasping for air. Diane let out a deep moan as he slowly pulled his cock out, more cum oozing out without the large cork keeping it plugged. She remained motionless, bent over the couch while her pussy twitched and dripped with his cum.

"Normally, I'd stay for the cleanup and aftercare, but I'm afraid I'm running behind schedule," he explained as he began to put his clothes back on. I was struck with disappointment seeing his cock slip back into his pants, still coated with his and my wife's juices. Once suited up, he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, and began to walk over to the chimney before suddenly stopping. "Ho ho ho! I almost forgot the most important part!" He reached up into the chimney and pulled out some gift-wrapped boxes, placing them beneath the Christmas tree with the other gifts. With that, he climbed into the chinney and disappeared, the sound of sleigh bells on the roof following shortly after.

As I regained my senses, I realized I was sitting in a pool of my own cum. I didn't even notice when I had orgasmed while pressed up into his ass earlier. The sight of my wife still recovering on the couch began to perk my cock up once more. I may not have had the chance to savor the cum straight from his cock, but I'd still be able to enioy the milk and cookies he left. I spread her cheeks with my hands, my own hand barely fitting the still red handprint he left earlier, and admired the sight of her cum-filled pussy.

"Merry Christmas," I repeated, and dove nose first into her wet folds.