A Naughty Confession
With the holidays finished, after all these years, it is finally time to make a confession about my wife. (She knows I am doing this).
Most of our friends and family don’t know this secret. It might amuse, surprise, or even shock them. So here it goes…
My wife leads a double life. With a different name, clothes, partner, everything.
She is… Mrs. Santa Claus.
Yes, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, she dresses in her gray hair wig, granny glasses and fake-fur dress that comes to just above the knees and with just a hint of cleavage (Mrs. Claus is nothing if not modest… at least in public.) Red stockings and black short boots finish the ensemble.
Mrs. Claus accompanies Santa on visits to shopping malls, schools, churches, and other places. She sets out the candy, organizes the children in a somewhat straight line, and helps with photos.
For the record, I am NOT Santa. I am just Mrs. Claus’ driver. I enjoy going to the events and watching my wife do her thing, bringing happiness to children.
However, I must admit watching her in that red outfit leads to many thoughts — most of them naughty.
One Saturday afternoon we returned home from a Santa/Mrs. Claus visit to a local retirement home. As we putting away items, my wife, still dressed as Mrs. Claus, bent down to open a kitchen drawer. It was a view not seen in public.
The back of her dress moved up and her behind was clearly visible. The sight of her sweet tush covered in red and white striped underwear was too much. I went over and pulled my wife up from behind. I pulled her close to me and began to nuzzle her neck right under her gray wig. My hands swept up and then lingered on her bosom. I felt my member start to grow.
“Mrs. Claus is a hot babe,” I whispered in her ear, grinding her against me. “Santa doesn’t know what he is missing.”
My wife turned around to look at me, blue eyes sparkling in her granny classes. She laughed as she stroked my erection. “Santa is not the man you are,” she said.
We kissed extensively, our tongues playing together. We rubbed against each other for several moments. Her underwear became wet. My erection was even more visible.
I led Mrs. Claus to the workshop, otherwise known as our bedroom. Taking off her underwear, I purposefully left everything else on her. I laid her gently on the edge of the bed, spreading wide her legs and pushing her dress up past her waist. The red stockings came up to her knees.
After taking off my clothes and kneeling in front of her, I put my tongue on her clit, feverishly running my tongue up and down her entrance.
My wife started to moan immediately, grabbing my hand as my tongue, and later my finger, started to make a wet impact. Her breath started to slow as she felt the first orgasm begin.
Sensing that she was close, I quickly pulled my mouth away and stood bent over her, positioning myself in front of her now dripping love chamber. My wife, looking beautiful in her white wig and glasses, took my erection and shoved it inside her.
Mrs. Claus screamed again and started to massage her breasts. Her nipples made an outline in her dress.
Those sights inspired me as well. I pumped quickly, feeling her chamber constrict around my member. Harder and harder I pushed in and out until my wife grabbed my hand and yelled, “Ohhhh!” As she reached the height of intimacy with several bursts, I felt the surge start in me, working up my legs, and through my shaft. I grunted loudly as I released into her.
The intensity of the moment left us trembling. I collapsed next to my wife as she laid there. Her eyes were open and she brushed strands of her wig away from her eyes. One breast had popped out of her dress.
We held hands, enjoying the moment and catching our breath. Once we could talk again, I pulled her close and said, “Well, I have learned one thing this Christmas.”
My wife skeptically looked at me and said, “What?”
“Mrs. Claus has a naughty side.”
Oooo! I love it! Super hot and sexy role play. Nicely done
KM, I heartily agree! Role play sex can be awesome!
A very married Christmas I think! This is a very fun story! You really do write very well! I liked your sentence,
“I felt the surge start in me, working up my legs, and through my shaft.”
My wife n I have a Santa n a Mrs. Claus outfit that we’ve had fun peeling off each other. We make love by the Christmas tree lights at least once every Christmas season. Also, we don’t always wear the full outfit. My wife has some terribly sexy holiday lingerie that she wears and I’ll wear my Grinch boxers or my Santa boxers!
Nice jobwriting this story !, I enjoyed reading this as well.
Good job by your wife, stepping right into the costumed role play, it was hot.
Love it. What a naughty girl.
Here cums (Mrs.) Santa Claus, Here cums (Mrs.) Santa Claus….. Ho Ho Ho
Hubbie here. A fun little story, BC, and thanks for it. As I noted on your last submission, these are after a 10-year hiatus. Glad you’re back! Keep ‘em coming! Blessings and passion!
Thank you for reading and the kind words!
Wonderful story! Reminds me how sometimes a little dress up goes a long way to add erotic excitement.