Page 7 of I Had a Threesome With Santa Claus

What the fuck, Holly thought to herself, she must be dreaming, otherwise she should be screaming right? There was a strange man in her house. Why didn’t she feel terrified? Instead she only felt stunned and strangely calm. She pulled the blanket up further around her.

“Wh-who are you and wh-what are you doing in my house?” she asked, trembling.

The stranger smiled sweetly at her, “Now Holly, I think you know exactly who I am and why I’m here,” He said in a deep baritone voice as he stepped towards her. “You even left out some milk and cookies for me. Are those chocolate chip? That is my favorite kind.” He took a bite of one of the cookies and moaned softly. “These are divine, certainly one of the best things I’ve eaten so far tonight.”

Holly stared at him. What did he mean, she knew exactly who he was? She knew who helookedlike but that was a fictional character, a person created by a poem in the 1800s. Then again, how did he make the fireplace big enough to walk through? This had to be a dream.

“S-S-Santa?” she stuttered out. “But you aren’t real, who are you really?”

The large man gave a deep belly laugh. “Of course I’m real, Holly. I’m right here in front of you.”

“This-this is a dream,” Holly stammered. “I haven’t believed in Santa for years, I’m dreaming. I just need to wake up and go back to my bed. This is clearly from falling asleep in front of the TV.”

“No, Holly dear,” he said, “I think you know this isn’t a dream. You know I come to visit everyone on the nice list, and you, my dear, have been very good this year.” He paused glancing at her chest as the blanket dropped a bit to reveal the top of the silk negligee. “veryverygood I see-you’re wearing your gift just like I told you to.”

“What?” Holly peered down at the top of the nightgown, “You left me this? How? It was in my bag when I left Miriam’s house.”

Santa tapped the side of his nose. “Now Holly, certainly you know Santa must possess a little magic. How else do I know who has been naughty or nice? How else do I visit all those houses in just one night? How else would I make you a magical advent calendar to guarantee you had a good Christmas this year?”

Holly looked at him in astonishment, taking in the large man with a neatly trimmed, long white beard. He looked to be in his 50s, though there were few wrinkles to line his face. His coat, boots, and gloves hid the rest of his body from her, she could tell he was big, built much like a WWE wrestler. She thought of all the strange yet wonderful things that had happened to her this December. The spontaneous lighting decorating contest, the person paying for her hot chocolate, the extra wreath at her office. Had it all been just coincidental or was it him?

“I-I just don’t see how any of this is possible,” Holly said. “And I still don’t see why you’re here, I thought you only brought gifts to children.”

Santa smiled kindly at her. “I don’t just bring gifts to children, I often make special allowances for adults I feel are deserving. Normally, I don’t offer the gift face to face but you-” he paused to pull an envelope out of his inside jacket pocket “-asked for something this year I felt was best delivered in person.”

Holly stared at the envelope, her face turning red as she recognized her handwriting on the outside, and remembered exactly what she had written in that letter.

“You may be wondering how exactly I’m going to deliver your present since I’m here alone,” he continued, “Well, I’m here to ask if you’d like to take a little trip with me, to my home.”

“To-tonight?” Holly asked, completely shocked.

“Yes, Holly, tonight,” Santa replied. “You see, I’m just one person and obviously to fulfill your Christmas wish I need another, so I’d like you to come meet my wife.”

Holly stared at him. “You’re telling me that you want me to go with you tonight to the North Pole to have a threesome with you and your wife?”

Santa’s smile turned a bit more devious, “Yes, Holly, that is exactly what I’m telling you. You have been so nice this year, we decided together we would like fulfill your wish personally. It’s not often we get such a naughty request.”

Holly was at loss for words. Santa wanted to take her to the North Pole so he could have sex with both herself and his wife. What could she even say to that?

“How does this even work?” Holly settled on.

“Well,” Santa replied, “you will come up to the roof with me and get in my sleigh. We will fly to my home in the North Pole, and then you will meet my wife. From there it is up to you.”

“Up to me?”

“Yes Holly up to you, we won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with. We don’t even have to have a threesome or sex at all. It will stop when you say stop and I’ll return you home when you say you are ready to go home. You don’t even have to go with me, but I want to give you the option.”

Holly thought it over for a few moments, “It will stop as soon as I say I’m uncomfortable?”

“Yes it will.”

“And you will bring me home the moment I say I want to go home?”

“Absolutely.”

Holly took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say. “Okay I want to come with you.”

Santa’s grin widened and he let out a large laugh from deep in his belly. “Mrs. Claus is going to be so happy to meet you! She was really hoping you’d say yes. She’s spent all day preparing.”

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