Erica sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the silky black stockings up her husband's legs. "It's a good thing they had these in a queen size," she said with a laugh.

"I think this is your kinkiest idea yet," Max responded.

"And it's why you love me so much."

"Only one of many reasons," he said as he reached out and brushed a lock of raven hair out of her eyes.

She leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "Do you need help with anything else?" she asked as she rose from the bed.

"I think I've got the rest of it."

"Okay, I'm going to get my shower and get ready. You can let the guests in when they start arriving."
***

Erica clumped down the stairs, the large black boots making it difficult for her to navigate the narrow steps. The pillow stuffed in her pants and shirt, along with the fluffy beard, meant she could not see her feet as she descended. Halfway down the stairs, she paused and swept her twinkling blue eyes across the crowd gathered for their annual Christmas costume party. Milling around were elves and angels of various sizes, and one couple had even dressed up together as a reindeer.

On the far side of the room, near the roaring fireplace, she saw Max. He was difficult to miss in his costume, and she had to stifle a chuckle when she got her first look at the finished product. The nylons shimmered on his newly shaven legs, and he stood a bit wobbly on the red three inch heels. The short red skirt trimmed in white fur barely covered the top of the stockings. His skintight top hugged his chest, and she wondered what he had finally decided to use for stuffing. To top it off, a blonde wig adorned his head, and the long tresses fell to his broad shoulders. Covering part of the wig was a Santa hat. Going all the way with the look, Max had even carefully applied makeup... bright red lipstick, pink rouge, and pink eye shadow.

Her heart swelled as she thought of how he had gone along with this just for her and she carefully made her way down the rest of the steps.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" she chanted in the deepest voice she could manage. "Merry Christmas everyone!" Dragging the plush, red sack behind her, she strode through the crowd. She laughed along with her guests as she bumped against many of them with her oversized belly.

"Hey Santa, looks like you've lost some weight!" teased one guest.

"Best looking Santa I've ever seen," said another. Erica smiled broadly and continued toward her husband.

"Hello there, sweet thing," she murmured as she approached Max. "Have you been a good girl?"

"You should know, Mr. Claus," he responded in falsetto.

The crowd roared with laughter, and Erica pinched Max's ass before making her way to a chair. "Time for everyone to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas."

***

By the time the party was over, Santa's bag was empty and each guest had left with a small token from their hosts.

"Oh what a mess," Max said as he glanced around the room.

"Don't worry about it. The elves will take care of it tomorrow," she answered with a wink. "Santa's had a long night; now it's time for Mrs. Claus to reward him for all the hard work he's done."

She ran her white gloved fingers over his chest and cupped the breasts nestling beneath the skintight top. They felt surprisingly real. Leading him over to the couch, she pushed him forward so that he bent over and gripped the edge with both hands. Slowly, she lifted his skirt to reveal a pair of red lacy panties.

"Oh, you're definitely on the naughty list this Christmas," she chided as she smacked him sharply on the ass.

He moaned loudly, and she gripped the waistband of the panties and dragged them down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them off, one shoe flying off with the thong and landing halfway up the Christmas tree and hanging there like a fallen angel.

"That's okay," she said. "Get rid of the other one too."

Removing the shoes made him a couple of inches shorter and far more accessible for what Erica had in mind. She tugged the beard down so that it hung out of the way, and then she squatted down and spread open his ass cheeks. The shaven skin felt smooth against her tongue as she leaned forward and slid it up his crack. Finding his puckered hole, she flicked her tongue against it, and he moaned in excitement. Pushing it into his ass, she tongued him, thrusting forward and lubricating his tight hole with her saliva.

"Oh god, that feels so good," he groaned.

Stripping off her gloves, Erica reached into her pocket and pulled out the bottle of lube that she'd stashed earlier. She squeezed a generous amount onto his hole and worked it in with her finger, sliding the slick digit in and out as she coated his anal canal with wetness.

"Fuck me," he begged. "Fuck me, Santa!"

Eric removed the pillow and dropped her red pants to reveal a thick strap-on hanging uselessly between her legs. Repositioning it, she tightened the harness straps so that it stood out instead of pointing down. Squeezing the lube bottle, she liberally smeared the liquid over the shaft. The flesh colored silicone glistened as she rubbed the head against Max's tight pucker.

He moaned again as she pressed the tip against his hole, and he pushed back slightly, allowing the broad head to impale him. His fingers clenched the material of the sofa as Erica forced the widest part of the dildo past the tight rings of anal muscles. Her fingers gripped dug into his ass cheeks like talons as she fed the toy bit by bit into his ass.

Once she'd fully penetrated his snug canal, she stilled for a moment, allowing him time to adjust and relax. Inch by inch, she withdrew and then slowly plunged in again. His breathing grew ragged as the speed and power of her thrusts increased. The movement of the base of the dildo against her mound began to stimulate her, sending ripples of pleasure dancing through her body. She reached into her jacket pocket and twisted the dial on the control pad of the bullet that was inserted in a pocket below the dildo. Instant bliss rushed through her as the vibrations pulsed against her clit.

Max rocked his hips, pushing his ass back onto the strap-on as Erica thrust into him. The sight of the dildo plunging into his ass sent a fresh wave of desire burning through her.

"Oh god, baby, faster, faster!" he cried as he rested his weight on one hand so his other could engulf his cock and stroke it in time with Erica's thrusts.

She obliged and came up on her toes as the force of her driving strokes brought her heels off the floor. Her hips rocked forward and back and the bullet buzzed against her clit, sending little jolts of ecstasy rocketing through her each time she slammed into Max's ass. Her nails dug into the flesh of his ass, and she screamed out loud as the vibrations over took her and sent her crashing into orgasm.

Wanting to give Max an extra special treat for indulging her in her fantasy, Erica pulled the strap-on from his ass with a wet plop. He turned and she pushed him onto the couch and knelt between his legs. Grasping him behind the knees, she yanked forward and he complied by sliding until his ass hung a bit over the edge of the couch. Pressing the tip of the dildo against his stretched out asshole, she pushed forward, and the dildo plunged in. Max moaned loudly as the toy cock filled his ass. Bending forward, Erica took his throbbing cock in her hand and ran her tongue over the head, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through Max's body.

As he yanked off her Santa hat and curly white wig, her hair tumbled from its confines and he ran his fingers through her fine raven locks as her tongue slid up and down his veined shaft while her hand pumped the toy in his ass. Reaching the base of his cock, her tongue glided over the soft flesh of his balls and then she sucked one at a time into her mouth, drawing a lust filled moan from Max.

Flattening her tongue against his dick, she licked up until she reached the fat head, which leaked milky fluid. Knowing he neared the edge, she wrapped her lips around his head and engulfed him in one fluid movement until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Even then, she didn't stop. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper, enveloping the head of his shaft with the tight muscles of her throat. With rapid strokes, she fucked Max's ass, and he rocked against her thrusts.

Max's fingers clenched in her hair, and he held her head still as his hips rocked back and forth. She was quite happy allowing him to hold her in place as he fucked her mouth. The faster he plunged into her mouth, the quicker she slammed the toy into his ass. His grunts filled the room as he stabbed forward, his forceful strokes driving his cock even further down her throat. His thrusts quickened, and she struggled to keep her lips tight around his shaft as he plunged into her mouth.

His head rolled back on the couch, and his back arched as his hips pumped in feverish motion, fucking back against the toy in his ass while he shoved his cock into Erica's mouth. With a loud howl, he grabbed his cock by the base and pulled it from her mouth, the sudden release of suction sounding in a wet pop, and Erica slammed the dildo home and held it there. Jerking his fingers over his cock, Max grunted and shot spurt after spurt of white cum across her face. Some of the droplets landed in her open mouth, and when he was finished, criss-crossed lines of cum covered her face. Some had even landed in her hair, decorating her head like strings of tinsel.

"Merry Christmas, darling," Erica said, looking up at him adoringly as the cum dripped from her face, and she pulled the toy from his ass.

"You definitely came through this year, Santa," Max replied with a wink. "I'll have to make sure I'm on the naughty list every Christmas."