Author's remarks: I wrote a story titled 'The Santa Claus Suit.' For those who haven't read it I will give a short synopsis here. A big thank you to Miss Lynn for her fine editing but I take all responsibility for any errors. I never know when to leave well enough alone. This is a stand-alone story of Ross and Bud's life after doing Ross's ex-wife at a Halloween party.
Ross Hughes was a large man, in the sense that he was overweight. Some would say almost to an obese state. He met and later married Sheila. They both attended Weight Watchers. Ross felt he had found the right woman. They were both overweight and seemed to get along fine.
Sheila on the other hand had only married Ross because of his insurance and used it to have Gastro-surgery. After losing her weight, she cheated on Ross. He divorced her and they each went their separate way. Sheila had stated that Ross would never have sex with her again and laughed about his still being overweight.
Ross had always wished he could have gotten even a little revenge against Sheila but she had moved out of state. Ten years had gone by when he met a man by the name of Bud Dickerson. As they talked, Bud mentioned that he had worked in security at a department store warehouse and came across Ross's ex-wife Sheila. He stated she was a bitch and only dated men who could help her get ahead. Bud didn't think much of her.
Bud walked with a limp from an injury he'd received in the war. When he had asked Sheila out, she laughed at him saying there was no way she would date him. Bud and Ross got together and thought of a plan to get a little revenge.
There was a Halloween party and Ross was going to dress like Santa Claus. Bud was going to start a rumor that the District Director in the company would be attending the Halloween party and might be dressed as Santa. He knew that Sheila would try to make a play for him to get ahead.
It worked out perfectly. Sheila kept coming on to Ross in the Santa suit believing him to be John Woodrow, an executive of the company. Ross took her into the cloakroom where a video camera was set up and filmed Sheila giving him oral sex as well as letting Santa fuck her and eventually coming in her ass. Sheila thought a promotion would soon be hers.
Bud called on her explaining that a few employees were complaining about their scarves and coats. He showed her a few still photos from the video where Sheila had cleaned herself off using these items.
Bud told her he wouldn't give the photos to John if she would give him sex in her office after work. She laughed at him figuring John Woodrow would be on her side. In fact, she even told Bud that she just might have him fired.
"You don't have any proof I asked for sex," said Bud. "I do have pictures of you in the cloakroom with an unknown man dressed as Santa, though."
"We'll see what John Woodrow has to say about this," replied Sheila laughing at Bud. "There is no way I'll have sex with you. Look at me and then go look in the mirror. How could you possibly think I would have sex with you?"
Just so that you readers know, Bud is a decent looking man. He did walk with a limp and to Sheila that was an imperfection. She had really become a bitch. She had the looks now but her personality sucked royally.
At the general meeting of personnel at the warehouse, John Woodrow came into the room. Sheila was in total shock. You see, John was somewhat of a smaller man and in a wheelchair. There was no way he could have been Santa at the Halloween party.
Sheila looked over at Bud and asked him if he was going to go to John with the pictures. He told her he would give the pictures to her if she met him in her office after work. If not, he had a meeting with John Woodrow first thing in the morning.
Bud got his wish as he pumped his cock into Sheila while she lay across her desk. She was doing her best not to enjoy it but she was losing out to her body's emotions. "Say it, bitch," said Bud. "Tell me what you want."
"Just fuck me and get it over with, you bastard," replied Sheila.
Sheila had an orgasm and was mad at herself for being receptive to Bud. She told him to give her the pictures and to get the hell out of her office. He would never again get a chance to have sex with her.
It had been about a month since the Halloween party. One evening while Bud and I talked over dinner and a few beers, he asked me if I might do him a favor. He mentioned that Sheila was asking if anyone knew who was dressed in the Santa suit at the Halloween party. It was bothering her to high heaven not knowing who she let have sex with her. It could have been anyone who she had worked with daily. She just had to know who it was.
"Ross, when she came to me, I knew she had asked everyone she could. She hadn't said two words to me since I boffed her. I told her I didn't know but I knew I could find out for the right price. It would cost her a few hours of anything goes sex in a motel with me. I wanted what Santa got.
"She screamed at me and left my office in a huff. Later that day she came back and asked me if I could really find out. She said she would take me up on my offer but she also wanted the video tape of the cloakroom incident so I couldn't use it against her. I told her I would get back with her. So, Ross, what do you say? Can I tell her it was you?"
I had to think about this for a few minutes. In one sense, I felt good about her not knowing I was the Santa, but I also knew she would blow a literal head gasket when she found out that she let me fuck her. I had to laugh when I thought about her reaction.
"Bud, tell her you don't know my name but that she can find me at the Santa shack at the mall. I'll be there in the evenings and on weekends from Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve. Make sure you get laid first and don't tell her that I have a copy of the video. I'll have it as a back-up just in case you need it."
"Thanks Ross, are you sure you don't want in on this? She deserves everything she gets. I really don't like her but I love playing with her mind and I want to use her one more time."
"Bud, be careful. She probably has something up her sleeve. She doesn't give her pussy away unless she has something to gain. I honestly don't want anything to do with her; not even a fuck. I would like to find a nice woman and settle down and have a family some day, but it probably won't ever happen. Other than when I play Santa, no woman wants a fat guy." I chuckled but inside I felt it was true.
"Ross, you're the nicest guy I know. Believe me when I say that you'll find the right woman and she'll be lucky to have you, fat and all," he said and smiled.
It was shortly after Thanksgiving that Bud and I talked again. He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
"So, do you want to hear about my date with Sheila?" Bud asked.
"You know I do, Bud."
"I offered to take her out for a nice dinner and a couple of drinks. She said she didn't want to be seen with me. All she wanted was that video and the name of the Santa that she had sex with that night. It really pissed me off. Here I was offering a nice time ending with sex but she wasn't interested."
"That's Sheila, thinking she's better than anyone else," I responded.
"We met at the motel room and she was dressed in a nice skirt and blouse. As soon as we entered the room, she asked for the name and video. I laughed because she would probably yell rape and take the tape and leave. I showed her the tape and gave her the picture of you in the Santa outfit.
"Right away she demanded proof it was the same guy. I put the video in and told her to get ready to check out Santa's costume. Then I mentioned that I knew where she could find you but I wouldn't tell her until after she gave me what I wanted," Bud stated.
"I'll bet she didn't take that very well," I said and rolled my eyes.
"She didn't say anything so I started it. The first thing we heard was her screaming for Santa to fuck her. She turned it off and shoved it into her purse. I could see the anger in her eyes but she started to unbutton her blouse. That was something I wanted to do and so I made her stop. I got a dirty look for that, too.
"Damn, she's got nice tits, Ross," Bud remarked before going on. "I took off her blouse, unclasped her bra, and kissed them while she just stood there. She was doing her best not to enjoy it but I knew the feeling was getting to her. She just stared at me when I told her she might as well enjoy it because I planned to use her for my benefit. I continued to massage and suck on her tits and soon heard small moans coming from her."
"It doesn't sound like it took long for her to give in."
Bud smirked and went on. "She wouldn't look at me though. I had thought of just fucking her hard and letting her go but decided to actually make love to her body. I knew it would bother her more later knowing she enjoyed it with me. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. All she had on was her white panties so I dropped down to my knees to pull them down her legs. She didn't say a word but quickly stepped out of them.
"Then I directed her to sit on the bed. As she did, I pushed her back and buried my face in her bush. She squealed out; I know she didn't want to but it just happened. Her pussy was wet and glistening. I spread her legs wider and started eating her out. I put two fingers in her pussy and stroked them while licking her clit. She kept moaning and moving her ass hard against my face.
"She wanted to know if I was going to fuck her. I knew she was getting into it Ross, and wanted it over before she enjoyed it too much. That's when I decided to make her beg for it."
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