About once a year, my wife and I engage in some sort of an indulgance. It may be a weekend getaway or a special occasion party; it may be just us, or it may include friends, or sometimes complete strangers. Sometimes we go separately, other times together, but however it happens, it's no holds barred, all out anything goes.

This year it was a holiday party with a few close friends as well as a stranger or two, mostly men, but a few ladies also. Gwen decided that we should dress as Santa and his (very sexy) helper. I wore a simple Santa suit, but for the event she planned to be the hottest little helper ever and went all out with her costume. She said she wanted to be so hot she'd melt the North Pole, and believe me...she was.

She had done her hair and make-up as if she was ready to walk down the runway at some high class fashion show, which coincidentally she had done many times before. Her 5'11", 130 lb frame was brightly adorned with a tiny little red velour dress with white fur trim. This particular dress was specially tailored to fit her spectacular curves, while allowing easy access to her body. The front was cut into a deep enough vee to allow the red satin bustier she wore to be seen, and the short skirt was flared widely. Incredible bright red patent six inch spike heels and white lace stockings and gloves completed the outfit, making it clear to all what her plans were for the evening. When she started to leave our room, I stopped her and asked her to put on a pair of her best panties, explaining that I wanted to see someone remove them from her. With a wicked smile she happily complied and we were off to greet our guests.

We played the role graciously for a while to a roomful of very elegantly dressed people, although I openly wondered who was wearing what under their clothes. Several of the women told me to find out for myself which I did by running my hand up their legs, under their dress to see if I felt silk or not. It was about half and half, panties and pussies. Meanwhile Gwen was doing her share of investigating also.

Once everyone had a few drinks, we decided to play our roles out. Everyone was told to find a seat so Santa and his helper could begin giving out the presents. I asked who wanted to sit on Santa's lap. Erica was the first to respond and the next thing I knew one of the most beautiful blondes I had ever seen had planted herself in my lap and was whispering in and nibbling on my ear. She said what she wanted most for Christmas was a really good breast massage. How could I refuse?, and began kneading her mounds. Gwen had walked over to one of the male guests with a gift box in her hand, said if he wanted it he would have to give her a big kiss. As he stood up to do as she asked, she said "not on those lips, I don't want to mess up my lipstick just yet" and raised her skirt. The poor guy sank back into his seat and complained that the other lips were covered. I told him not to make Santa unhappy and that he would just have to uncover them. We all watched as he slowly drew her panties down her long, lean legs exposing her perfectly trimmed cunt, then moved in and kissed her crotch as she dropped her skirt over his head. "Hey, I said a kiss! Keep that thing in your mouth for now!", and she moved away.

Erica had raised up enough to show that she was one of the unpantied ladies as she adjusted her dress and position so that she could hump my thigh with her bare ass. Gwen had selected another "victim" saying she was hungry asked him if he had a candy cane she could suck on. As he stood up to check his pockets, she reached for his fly, unzipped it and pulled out his cock. "We'll have to fix that! Candy canes are supposed to have red stripes!" She knelt in front of and engulfed his cock in one motion leaving plenty of red lipstick stipes as she withdrew. "That's better!" she said, then got up and walked away, leaving him standing there. "Don't hide that on me, I'll be back for more!, as she pushed the guy back down in his seat still exposed.

Gwen took another package from under the tree and said, "Hmmm, I'm going to need a very special place to put this. Someplace nice and warm and wet. Someplace tight so it won't slip out and fall." I reached down, pulled the front of Erica's gown up and said "How about in here?" as I stroked her cunt. "Perfect!" as she opened the box to reveal a larger than average dildo. She licked it a few times as she approached us and then lifted her skirt and rubbed it between her own legs. "Oh wow, is she gonna love this!" Erica began to squirm as she leaned back and opened her legs to exposed her now dripping cunt. Gwen placed the tool at Erica's opening and began to insert it while I fingered her clit. Gwen placed my hand on the end of the dildo and told me to keep fucking Erica with it, and I could tell by her face what she needed. She moved back to the guy with the lipstick striped cock and told him she was going to clean him off. She turned around facing me raised her skirt and sat down on the guy's lap burying his cock inside her. Leaning back, using him for support, she spread her legs and lifted up enough to show that his cock was now glistening with her juices, then sank back down on him, impaling herself. From the look in her eyes, I could tell he was buried deep inside her as she slowing rose and fell on him. A few more strokes and she shuddered her way to her first orgasm of the evening, but not her last.

"And my present for you?" She asked the next guy, "Why nothing better that a freshly fucked pussy to lick," as she pulled him to the floor and into position to lick her clean. Andrea piped up that it was her turn to visit Santa, saying the she had been a very bad girl and that somehow she just could never remember to wear panties. I told her to come over to Santa so that he could see if she had forgotten tonight. Lifting her dress, I sighed at the appearance of pubic hair, then told her to lay down in Santa's lap for her punishment. Doing so, I raised the back of her dress and began to spank her naked bottom. I then instructed one of the men to be a good boy and come over and soothe her reddened asscheeks by licking them.

Gwen had gotten back on her feet and selected yet another guy, this one a complete stranger to us both, apparently a business partner of one of the girls in town for only a few days. She told him "You, you lucky devil, your present is ME! But you'll have to finish unwrapping me before you can fuck me". She turned around and held her hair up so he could unfasten her costume, then sighed as he ran his hands over her tits as he removed it. She turned back to him and presented him with the satin ties to her bustier and told him to keep going which he did, removing the lingerie exposing her gorgeous breasts. After she undressed him she laid back down on the floor in the middle of the room and spread her legs beckoning him to her. Rubbing her cunt with both hands she waited for him to take his place, which he did and in one fluid motion his cock disappeared within her. She looked up at me with a satisfied glassy gaze as this guy she had never met slid his cock in and out of her cunt in the middle of a room full of people.

Poor Andrea on the other hand complained that the guy licking her ass had not cooled her off, rather he had only made her hotter, and that she felt she could only be cooled off from inside. I placed her on the floor on her hands and knees, pulled my pants down to expose my raging cock and entered her from behind. Now in this position Andrea and Gwen could kiss each other while they were getting fucked and I could see that my wife had locked her legs around her lover's back trying to pull him in even deeper.

To be continued?