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Archive name: xmas2.txt (MF, cheating wife)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (c) 1997
Story title : Helping Santa, Helping Herself

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Helping Santa, Helping Herself (MF, cheating wife)
By Anonymous Author (c) 1997

***

A guy down on his luck takes a job as Santa during the
holidays only to have his life brightened up by a 
cheating wife.

***

Matt was miserable. It had been a rough few months for 
the single man, the worst he had ever known in his more 
than twenty years. Losing his job due to cutbacks had 
been hard enough to take, but losing his girlfriend 
only weeks later when he was able to find a new job was 
humiliating. He wouldn't have believed things could 
have ever become worse. And then he found himself in 
that chair, and he learned what humiliation was truly 
all about.

For endless weeks, Matt's days had become a tortured 
horror of screams and smells, pains and aggravations 
that left him exhausted. The chair became his hell, 
from the moment he put on the accursed uniform, to the 
moment he staggered home at night, that much more less 
a man. But there was nothing else he could do but 
devour his pride and say the words:

"Ho, ho, ho. Have you been a good little boy this 
year?"

Karen smiled to herself as she stood in line and 
listened to Santa's thunderous voice. Matt had been a 
friend of Karen's husband, Tyson, and herself, forever. 
They were there for him when he lost his job, and then 
his girlfriend, as much as they could. Matt was too 
proud, or too embarrassed, to take any kind of charity. 
He even tried to hide the fact that he was forced to 
take a job at the local mall as Santa, but Tyson found 
out. 

Matt had begged and pleaded that none of their friends 
should ever know, and that neither of them would ever 
be at the mall while he was working. His life had 
become a desperate humiliation, and getting through the 
season without his other friends knowing of his plight 
was all he could hope for. This holiday season was a 
write off, and he wanted it done. Next year had to be 
better.

Like so many others at that time of year, Karen was at 
the mall two days before Christmas fighting frantically 
for last minute gifts. In truth, she had finished most 
of her shopping. It was just a legitimate excuse to 
come to mall and see Matt.

Karen was known as a bit of a tease in their circle of 
friends. Most, including her husband, acknowledged it 
as part of her personality. Matt loved every moment of 
it, and Karen was well aware of the effect her teasing 
had over her husband's friend. It had started over 
three years ago when Karen and Tyson first started 
dating. Matt made no secret of the fact that he thought 
Tyson was a very lucky man.

"Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas, little Susan. You make 
sure you're a good little girl, because Santa is always 
watching."

Matt smiled through his bushy beard as the girl climbed 
off his lap and hurried to her mother. Taking the quick 
breather he was allowed in between children while the 
camera was reset, he turned to see who was next in 
line. His breath caught in his throat as blood rushed 
to his face. It was more than just embarrassment that 
flushed his skin as his eyes roamed over Karen' s form 
as she smirked mischievously back at him.

Still in her mid-twenties, Karen was never shy about 
showing off her body. Many people said she was too 
thin, but those comments usually came from women who 
could not control their weight. Matt, and many men, 
appreciated her thin body with the slight, feminine 
curves. She had a habit of wearing clothing that was a 
size or two too small her frame, and that day was no 
exception. She had her long coat off and draped over 
her arm. 

Despite the weather outside, she was wearing slip-on 
pumps and a shirt that stopped a couple of inches above 
her knee, showing off her long, healthy legs and just a 
hint of her shapely thighs. She wore a black knit 
sweater that buttoned up the front. With the light 
plaid skirt and sweater, it was a very professional 
look. Or it would have been a professional look if the 
sweater was not so small and buttoned so low. 

As she moved, as much as an inch of her midriff was 
visible, and the stretchy fabric conformed around her 
b-cup breasts. A teasing amount of cleavage was visible 
down the top, exposing the flesh of her upper chest. 
Looking into her pretty, pixie face framed with rich 
brown hair, Matt couldn't help but notice how the vague 
smattering of brown freckles on her face flashed on the 
exposed skin of her chest as well. He suddenly wondered 
how much of her body had similar markings.

Matt shook his when the elf helper announced for the 
next person to step up and sit on Santa's knee. He 
shifted on the big chair as Karen skipped forward and 
dropped herself on his lap. She eased herself back so 
that her right ass cheek brushed up against his groan.

"What are you doing here?" Matt hissed in her ear as 
she smiled and leaned back. A whiff of her perfume 
caught his nostrils. He felt an uncomfortable stirring 
where he could feel a warm contact on his cock.

"I just came to give Santa my wish list," Karen smirked 
and pressed back with her hips. She caught her breath 
when she felt something hard pressing back and giggled 
nervously. "I think I already know what Santa wants."

"Come on, Karen," Matt groaned as he looked into the 
camera and winced out a smile. "I have to work with 
little kids. Won't exactly look good for a little girl 
to notice this." He glanced down at his midsection."

"Alright," she pouted. "I'll behave. I have some 
shopping to do, but maybe we can hook up later. What 
time do you get off?"

Matt shook his head and tried not to smile. "An hour. 
I'll meet you outside locker area by the washrooms."

"Okay, thank you Santa."

"Ho, ho, ho," Matt bellowed as Karen stood up and 
smirked at him again before strolling away.

* * *

"I'm sorry I showed up like this," Karen said as Matt 
held the door open for her. They entered the mall 
employee area used for breaks and changing uniforms. It 
was not a glamorous area, but fairly large and filled 
with tables, couches and lockers. "I know you didn't 
want anyone to see this."

"Don't worry about," Matt said as he pulled his beard 
down and yanked off the white, puffy wig and bright red 
hat. He stared at them glumly. "I don't know what was 
worse, losing Trisha, or having to work this job." He 
looked up at Karen with narrowed eyes. "No one else 
knows about this right?"

"No," she smiled assuredly. "Just Tyson. Your secret 
will be safe tomorrow."

Tyson and Karen had been hosting an annual Christmas 
Eve party for a group of their friends since they first 
moved in together. This year there would be an added 
feature. Tyson knew that Matt would never take a 
handout, but after a lot of convincing, talked Matt 
into making an appearance at the party as Santa. It 
would only be a couple of hours at the most, just long 
enough for the novelty to wear off, and he could change 
and the join the party as just another guest. Mat would 
make a few bucks and none would be the wiser.

"I still don't know how I got talked into this," Matt 
grumbled as he pulled the padded stomach out of his 
suit. Karen looked him over. He certainly needed the 
padding around the gut, she thought to herself. She had 
seen him topless from time to time in the summer, and 
was always impressed by the amount of time he spent 
working on his body and the results it gave.

"It's because you can't say no to me." She giggled out 
the answer, but Matt' s face suddenly turned serious.

"How are you two doing?"

"Oh, you know," she said in a low voice, "we're doing 
alright. It's funny how you can live together for 
years, but once you get married things can suddenly get 
difficult. But I'm sure we'll work through it. We 
haven't made love for too many nights, though. Kind of 
missing that." She leaned back against one of the 
tables and looked up at Matt. "I'm missing that a lot. 
But what about you? How's single life been for the sex 
life?"

Matt raised his eyebrows and moved closer to her, his 
heart suddenly pounding in his chest. It was nothing 
new for Karen to flirt with him, or speak her mind so 
brazenly, but never when they were alone. There was 
something about her that he had never seen before. 
Maybe it was her lack of attention in the bedroom that 
was giving off a sexual air. Maybe it was Matt 's own 
lack of attention that was making him see too much. He 
cleared his throat and looked away when he found 
himself staring at her cleavage.

Karen noticed the look, and where he was looking. She 
had noticed almost every time they were in the same 
room for the last three years. She came to the mall 
looking for Matt, but it wasn't just to see him in his 
Santa suite. 

She liked Matt, and she had always been able to talk to 
him about anything, though they never did about sex, 
not really. She had never had a problem with it before, 
and was finding the lack of intimacy more than just 
sexually frustrating. Standing alone with him, looking 
into his eyes, she knew she wanted to do more than just 
talk.

"Not too bad. I have discovered that I'm ambidextrous, 
so that's something." He smiled and moved in closer as 
the invitation allowed it. He always liked to be close 
to her. As he leaned his left hip against the table so 
he could still face her, Karen rested the palms of her 
hands on the table, thrusting her chest out. Staring 
him straight in the eye, Karen spread her legs 
slightly. It was a subtle gesture, but Matt knew Karen 
well enough to catch it and understand it for what it 
was: a dare.

"I prefer the right," she whispered, and Matt couldn't 
help but notice the flush on her face and chest. His 
eyes widened as her right hand left the table brushed 
over his cock through his Santa pants. His cock 
instantly hardened and pushed back against the fabric. 
"Of course, nothing has touched me for sometime, so 
that may have changed."

"I think I like the right, too." Matt swallowed hard as 
he leaned in closer. They were close enough now that 
they could feel each other's heat. Karen looked him in 
the eye as his right hand brushed her hip before 
sliding down to find her hemline. She gasped as his 
burning hand touched her inner thigh. 

He hesitated as his brain screamed at him in warning of 
what he was about to do. Sure, they had flirted in the 
past, and touched in a playful way, but never anything 
like this. The sexual need was almost a tangible thing 
that spurred Matt on even as it demanded its warning to 
be heard. 

He stopped and started to pull away when Karen's hand 
suddenly wrapped around his hard cock over his pants. 
His eyes widened, but the strange, new game had just 
taken on a very serious twist, and Matt was not about 
to let this brazen opportunity pass him by.

Bending slightly, Matt's eyes moved downward, locking 
on the tit-flesh that was now in plain view, and slid 
his hand upward along the silky skin on her inner 
thigh. Karen opened her legs just enough more to allow 
his hand to reach its destination. He could feel the 
heat from her cunt as his fingers brushed the edge of 
her panties. Sliding two in underneath, he felt the 
shaved skin of her pussy and the wetness of her outer 
lips.

They both jumped apart, Karen quickly straightening her 
skirt as Matt kept his back to the door, hiding the 
tent in his pants from the man who just entered. He 
looked over their flushed faces with raised eyebrows as 
he grabbed a bag off of a couch and headed back out. 
The couple smiled sheepishly at other and Karen quickly 
gathered up her coat.

"I-uh, I have-"

"Yeah, uh, me too, I have-"

"I'll, uh, I'll seeya tomorrow, Matt," she blurted as 
she hurried out the door. Matt watched her ass and the 
back of her legs as she left, and shook his head. 
Slowly, he raised his right hand to his nose and, 
closing his eyes, inhaled deeply. It was going to be a 
long night.

* * *

It wasn't as bad as Matt had thought it would be, but 
that was all relative considering the past few weeks. 
He arrived about an hour after the party had started 
and burst in with a merry cry to the hoots and hollers 
of the people that filled the house. It had been a 
nerve-wracking entrance, but not because he was Santa. 

He didn't get a chance to talk to Karen about the day 
before, or what she was going to say Tyson, if 
anything. But when he entered, they both met him 
graciously, and Karen gave no indication that the 
encounter was even on her mind. For the next couple of 
hours, his place was at a large, padded chair while the 
men and women alike played along to his poor disguise. 
He did his best to keep up appearances, even handing 
out candy canes when they were done giving them his 
wish list.

Matt spent most of the time watching his two friends, 
but Karen in particular. There was a tension between 
the two, more than usual. They kept a discreet 
distance, not even making eye contact even though they 
stood in the same room. If she were his wife, Matt 
thought, he would never be able to stop touching her.

It was a casual party, and the partygoers were dressed 
comfortably. Karen wore a pair of black, beltless 
pants, and a simple, white shirt that was too small for 
her thin frame clung to her body enticingly. Her firm, 
perky breasts, encased in the bra that was easily seen 
through the thin material, looked as though they had 
been sculpted on with an eye for perfection. Her brown, 
shoulder length hair was allowed to fall about her face 
freely, enhancing her deep, brown eyes. She was 
stunning.

The novelty of the men sitting on his lap acting like 
five-year-olds wore thin very quickly. Even Tyson gave 
it a go, but only to ask how his guest was doing. The 
women were a different matter. He definitely enjoyed 
the different feels of each woman's body, and the ways 
they flirted with him, telling him all their naughty 
wishes. It was becoming an ordeal to keep himself under 
control in his baggy pants when the firm asses rested 
on his leg and tits were thrust at his face. 

What was worse was that Karen took four turns, 
announcing each time to Santa that she was a little 
tipsier than the last, and that she was a little 
hornier than before. It wasn't just his own desire 
playing with his mind. She was flirting, but with the 
constant references to right hand relief, there was no 
doubt that the day before was still on her mind as 
well.

"Ho, ho, ho, little girl," Matt sat to Karen on her 
last visit as she dropped herself down onto his lap. 
"Have you been a good little girl?"

"Yes Santa," she whispered huskily. "But the night is 
still young." Matt jumped in his seat and he felt one 
of her hands try to wrap around his semi-hard cock 
through his pants.

Matt grabbed her wrist and held her hand away. Glancing 
around to ensure no was noticed, he looked her in the 
eye. She was tipsy, and there was a light glaze to her 
brown eyes, but she was far from mindlessly drunk. 
Fighting with her spouse or not, she was still his 
friend, and her husband was still in the same room. As 
Karen smirk and jumped off his lap, he decided to do 
his best to avoid her the rest of the night and talk to 
her after the holidays when she was sober, and she had 
time to work out whatever problems she was having with 
his friend.

Matt groaned as Karen approached for the fifth time. 
But instead of taking a seat, she leaned over and 
smiled into his face.

"Times up," she giggled happily. "Come on, I'll show 
you where you can get changed." She straightened up and 
started to walk off. Matt stood up and grabbed his sack 
of presents, which held his change of clothes.

"Ho, ho, ho," he bellowed, grabbing his fake gut. 
"Merry Christmas, everyone." Without waiting for a 
response, he turned and quickly followed Karen into the 
kitchen and down the stairs to the basement.

Karen led them through the partially finished basement 
and into the den. It was a large room at the back of 
the basement that acted as an office and a general 
lounging area. The music and laughter from the party 
was only a faint drone in the background. Karen closed 
the door behind them, but Matt didn't notice she locked 
it. She looked over at Matt as he slung his bag onto 
the desk and brushed her lips with her tongue.

"It's good to get out of there for a bit," she said as 
she dropped herself down onto the leather couch. "It 
was getting hot up there."

"Yeah," was all Matt could think to say as he pulled 
down his fake beard. The room was much cooler than the 
upstairs, and he could see the temperature 's effect on 
her nipples as the hardened buds pushed against the 
fabric of her bra and shirt. Karen looked at him a 
moment before standing up. She staggered a step and 
smiled sheepishly.

"I think I started off a little too hard. Kinda light 
headed."

Matt knew she was not nearly as drunk as she was making 
it appear. He swallowed and glanced at the door as she 
moved beside him. He watched her move, standing on her 
tiptoes to reach his taller height, but still it caught 
him by surprise when her lips met his. His mouth was 
slightly open and her warm tongue touched his. Matt 
gasped and stepped back.

"Whoa now," he panted. "Hold on a second."

"It's okay, Santa," she purred. Her voice was almost 
far away, and her eyes looked at him dreamily. She 
reached out and put his beard back into place. "You're 
always giving at Christmas. It's time someone gave 
back." She moved in closer, and Matt didn't try to back 
away as he stared at her in awe. "My bastard elf hasn't 
touched me in weeks. Will you touch me, Santa?"

She kissed him again, and her thin arms went to his 
waist, touching his hips where the padding stopped. He 
stared at her a moment longer before closing his eyes 
and kissed her back. He leaned down so she could drop 
back to her feet. His cock throbbed at full hardness, 
tenting the loose fabric of his suit. 

He pushed his hips forward as she pulled them towards 
her, stabbing his cock into her stomach. Their kissing 
changed from slow and exploring to loud, slurping and 
desperate and the breathing turned raged. Matt's right 
hand slid up her body and cupped her perfect breast, 
fitting most of it in his hand as she thrust her chest 
forward.

Matt whirled her around and pulled her body close. Her 
ass pushed back against his aching, hard cock as he 
left hand wrapped around her tit. His other hand took 
her other breast, but only for a moment, before it 
moved down over her smooth stomach to the waist of her 
pants.

"Oh yes, Santa," she moaned as his hand worked into her 
pants, his fingers dexterously slipping under the 
waistband of her silky panties. "Mmmm, Santa, please 
touch me. I need you to touch me."

She turned her head backwards and Matt kissed her 
again, his fake beard tickling her skin. She purred as 
his fingers touched the shaved skin of her cunt lips. 
His index finger brushed her clit and she shivered as 
she thrust her hips forward against his hand, and back 
again against his cock. Karen was in heaven, lost in 
the sensations of the touch on her neglected body.

Matt was equally lost. Their tongues danced in each 
other's mouths. She tasted like a mix of rum and 
cherries. And the smell of her perfumed skin was 
intoxicating. It was a personal, rainy scent that now 
mingled with the faint odor of sex. 

The breast in his left hand felt incredible. It was 
firm and perfect, and he could feel the eraser-sized 
nipple pressing into his palm. Every time her ass 
pushed back against his cock, he thought he would cum. 
And every time she thrust forward, and the tips of his 
fingers slipped inside her soaked cunt, he was certain 
she would.

Karen suddenly pulled away. Looking Matt in the eye, 
she smiled slyly and backed up a couple of steps. 
Grasping the bottom of her shirt, she pulled it off in 
one, quick motion. Matt's eyes locked first on her 
firm, smooth belly. 

She was naturally thin, and the minor workout she did 
only smoothed her stomach without rippling it. Her 
waistline was shapely, erotically curving in from her 
hips before moving upwards where Matt's eyes traveled. 
Her white bra was almost see through, and Matt could 
make out the distinct darkness of her nipples against 
the material. Sparse freckles dotted her smooth, 
milking skin, only enhancing her sexiness.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Without 
pausing, she pulled it free and tossed it to the floor 
next to her shirt. A sudden thrum in the music shook 
Matt free of his revere as he looked upwards. When he 
looked back, Karen was standing close to him again, her 
glorious tits only inches away.

"Do you like my tits, Santa?" she asked shyly. "Do you 
think they're too small?"

"They're the most perfect breasts I've ever seen, Matt 
said huskily. Karen smiled and cupped her hand beneath 
the right one, offering it to Matt.

Matt bent down and looked both of them over before 
replacing her hand with his own. There were just like 
he had always imagined. Firm, delectably shaped and 
with wonderful, small nipples. Karen moaned as Matt 
sucked her hard nipple, his other hand kneading and 
groping her other breast. Moving his hands down to 
stroke the hot skin of her sides and stomach, Matt 
moved his mouth from one breast to other, savoring the 
taste and feel of the woman.

Karen pulled away again and licked her lips. Without a 
word, she fell to her knees and pulled the front of 
Matt's elastic pants down enough to get her hand 
inside. Reaching into his boxers, she pulled his hard 
cock free and into the air. 

His seven-inch cock waved in the air in front of her 
face. She stared as it a moment as Matt watched before 
taking it in hand. Her long, thin fingers wrapped 
around his throbbing cock, and Matt gasped, willing 
himself not to cum. He had to will even harder as he 
watched Karen look up into his eyes and open her small 
mouth and suck on the his engorged head.

She sucked only a few inches into her mouth, but worked 
her tongue with magical movements as she slowly bobbed 
up and down on his shaft. She sucked on him for what 
seemed like only a moment before pulling free and 
standing up. Matt looked at her pleadingly and she 
smiled.

"I only wanted a taste, Santa," she cooed and glanced 
at the ceiling. "We don't have much time. Please, 
Santa, fuck me?" Matt nearly came again when he heard 
say fuck. It was not a word she had ever said around 
him in that context. She unzipped her pants and pushed 
them over her thighs to the floor. 

Matt followed the shapely line of her lean legs as the 
skin was exposed. She paused to tug off her socks 
before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her 
white panties and pushing them to floor as well. Matt 
could only stare at her beautiful, lithe body in all 
its naked wonder. If she were his wife.

"Will you fuck me, Santa? Please? Hurry."

"Yeah," Matt mumbled as he started to push his pants 
down.

"No time, Santa. Just fuck me."

She took his hand and led him over to the couch. Matt's 
eyes locked on her ass, watching it wiggle with each 
step. She turned and sat down. Easing herself forward, 
she moved her hips to the edge of the couch and spread 
her legs. It was the most erotic imagine Matt would 
ever know. The sexiest body her could imagine was in 
front of him. Legs spread in wanton desire, Karen 
cupped both tits and squeezed them together as she 
watched him through slit eyes.

Matt glanced once at the door and wasted no more time 
as he dropped to his knees. Moving forward, he took his 
cock in hand and aimed at her glistening lips. He 
couldn't believe he was about to do this to his friend, 
and to the wife of one of his best friends who was only 
a floor away and oblivious to the act that was now 
imminent.

"Please Santa, don't tease me. I need you to fuck me. 
Fuck me now, please."

Matt's cock touched the opening of her warm, slick cunt 
and they both moaned. He put both hands on her waist as 
he slowly pushed forward.

"Yessssss," they moaned in unison. Karen was tight, but 
her soaked cunt stretched easily to accommodate his 
cock. He continued to push forward, using her waist as 
leverage, until he could go no further.

"Yes, Santa. Fuck me. I love your cock inside of me. 
Fuck me."

Matt didn't even know she could talk like that. But 
looking down at her, he knew she was in another world. 
He moved slowly at first, sliding his cock in and out 
in smooth, even thrusts, giving her time to adjust to 
his size. She let her arms fall to the side, and Matt 
watched her tits jiggle and shake with the movement of 
his thrusts. As much as he loved watching them move, 
Matt could not resist leaning forward and taking her 
hard nipples into his mouth, sucking the buds tenderly.

"Yes Santa. Harder, fuck me harder. Fuck my cunt."

It was insane. That was all Matt could think to explain 
what he was doing. There was no answer other than 
insanity. Moving his hands up to her tits, he held on, 
squeezing them roughly as his increased his tempo, 
thrusting into her forcefully. Karen's hands moved to 
his hips as she thrust back with an urgency that was 
mirrored in her eyes.

"Yes, Santa, yes. Fuck me harder." Matt grunted as he 
pounded at her cunt.

"Harder. Fuck me, Santa, yes, fuck me. Fuck me. Ahh, 
ahh, fuck, I'm cumming. Fuck me. Ahhhh!" Matt had no 
choice but to stop as he felt the spasming of her cunt 
around his cock. Weeks, maybe longer, of pent up 
frustration exploded out of her thin body. As much as 
he would have loved to fuck her through her orgasm, he 
was forced to lock his mouth onto hers, kissing her to 
muffle the scream that could have penetrated the floor 
and music above.

Her body rocked as her cunt continued to explode around 
his cock as the orgasm took hold of her entire body. 
She screamed and mumbled incoherently into his mouth. 
Grabbing her shoulders, he held on and she nearly 
bucked him off of her. Only when he felt her relaxing 
did he lift himself off of her pinned position. Karen 
continued to shake and shiver beneath him, her body 
coated with a layer of sweat, until she finally lay 
still. With a groan, she slowly opened her eyes and 
looked into Matt's face.

"Thank you, Santa," she whispered. "Now, cum in me. I 
want to feel your hot cum inside me."

Matt moved his face down and kissed her again. This 
time she kissed him back and wrapped her arms around 
his neck. Locked in a lovers' embrace, Matt fucked her 
with long, quick thrusts. She squeezed her cunt around 
his cock with every thrust, and somewhere in the back 
of Matt's mind he wondered how Tyson could get through 
the day with fucking her juicy cunt at least once. 

For Matt, it was a three-year dream come true. He would 
have loved to have stopped and done everything else 
that dreamed entailed, but he knew his time was 
limited, and Karen would only object to the break in 
her fantasy.

"Oh, baby," he groaned as he increased his pace. "I'm 
going to cum baby."

"Yes, Santa. Cum in me. I want to feel it."

"Ugh, yes. Here it cums. Fuck. Yessss." Matt's balls 
exploded as he continued to thrust into her, milking 
his cock with her cunt. Karen moaned as she felt first 
spurt of hot sperm erupt deep inside it and ground her 
hips against him. His cock continued to spurt as he 
slowed his thrusts and with a final, deep plunge, 
collapsed on top of her.

They lay together for several minutes, basking in the 
moment, before Matt started to get up. He kissed her, 
deeply, and then each breast before pulling away with a 
plop. He watched as their mingled cum oozed out of her 
cunt. Karen looked at him for a moment before she 
rolled off of the couch and grabbed her panties.

Wiping the cum from the couch, she stood up and used 
the garment to clean her inner thighs and quickly 
pulled them on with a wink to Matt. Neither said 
anything as Karen quickly dressed. After smoothing her 
clothes and combing her hair with her fingers, she 
kissed Matt on the lips and hurried to the door, 
pausing only to look over her shoulder as she unlocked 
it.

"Thank you Santa," she said quietly. "You have no idea 
how much I needed that. I have to go now. My friend, 
Matt, should be arriving any minute." She smiled 
slightly and hurried out the door.

As Matt slowly undressed, he couldn't help but smile to 
himself. Being Santa wasn't so bad after all.

END

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