Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring except my slut spouse.
She’d crept down the stairs by our chimney with care
In hopes that her paramour soon would be there.
We both had no children. Twas just her and I.
I thought we were happy. But that was a lie.
A sound woke me up and I reached for my bride.
But I felt an emptiness there at my side.
I got out of bed and I looked all around
Wondering where my slut wife could be found.
I searched high and low but I heard not a peep
Maybe she’d gone back to bed for some sleep.
Back to our bedroom, but that’s when I heard
A sound from below. I spoke not a word.
I went down the hall and I reached for the stair
Surely she had to be down there somewhere.
I went down the steps… and what did I see?
My horny slut wife with our neighbor McPhee!
She was flat on the floor. He was pounding her hard
While a blanket of snow settled down on our yard.
I could not believe it; I stood there in shock
Watching that slut getting fucked by his cock.
She seemed to enjoy it; she cried out his name.
I wanted to stop her adulterous game.
I crept to the kitchen and got me a knife
Thinking of ending that whore-bitch’s life.
A slit throat would do it; first her and then him.
My sanity started to sputter and dim.
I calmly walked in. They were there by the tree
Gasping and moaning – my wife and McPhee.
“Who’s going first?” I asked, hefting the blade.
“Who wants to die on my floor getting laid?”
They both gasped in shock at my unbridled passion.
I swear McPhee’s face had turned totally ashen.
He got to his feet so incredibly quick
My wife’s cream was still dripping fresh off his dick.
He snatched up his clothes and he raced for the door
Telling me this would not happen no more.
“Get the hell out; don’t you ever come back
Or I’ll slit your damn throat, you big wife-stealing hack!”
My fury then shifted. I turned to my wife.
My hand was clenched tight to the long kitchen knife.
The look on her face told me she was afraid of
What I might do next, standing there with the blade.
She patted the floor, perhaps hoping for luck.
Then she said, “Come down, honey! Let’s have us a fuck.
It was only this once, and ‘twas only McPhee.
It’s Christmas Eve, honey. Come down and fuck me!”
I’ll admit I was hard, and I don’t know the reason.
Perhaps I was gracious because of the season.
She grabbed on my robe and she pulled me down to her.
I saw in a flash she was hoping I’d do her.
She opened my robe and grabbed onto my dick
Where she started to suck, hoping that was the trick.
She hoped by her actions that she would get laid
And would thus put off feeling the wrath of my blade.
The slut’s got a mouth, I must give her that much.
And she’s got such a way with her hands and her touch.
I was soon giving in as I gave her my cock.
She took it right in and we started to rock.
She moaned and she whimpered. My wife’s such a whore.
She’s wrapped me around her small finger before.
I fucked the bitch hard and I fucked the bitch rough
While she acted like it wasn’t nearly enough.
And that’s when it hit me, right there on the floor.
How many men had come in through our door
To fuck this great slut? I flew into a rage.
My passions were churning despite my old age.
She moaned the wrong name and that clinched it for me.
Twas clear she’d fucked more than our neighbor McPhee.
I brought the knife down and I made an incision
Deep down in her gut, an emphatic decision.
She let out a scream; her eyes flew open wide.
But her whoring ways I could no longer abide.
I stabbed her again just below both her tits.
My wife started jerking in spasmodic fits.
I brought the knife down from her boobs to her snatch.
A cuckolded husband, no fury could match.
In anger I reached in and pulled out her guts.
She couldn’t believe it; she thought I was nuts.
I no longer wanted to fuck her sweet muff.
That wet, clenching pussy was now not enough.
I pulled my cock out and pushed into her wound.
She let out a cry and then frightfully swooned.
Her guts rubbed my dick giving pleasure and joy.
She was nothing to me ‘cept a dying fuck-toy.
I fucked her entrails as they rubbed on my dick
Till I saw an observer, that old elf St Nick!
I started to stammer. He told me to smile.
“I’ve known of your slut and her ways for a while.
I’ve come to assist you; it’s Christmas, you see.
I’ve already slaughtered your neighbor McPhee.”
He knelt on the floor and he pulled out his cock.
Then he fucked my wife’s guts, giving her double-shock.
We fucked her together, him there at my side.
My wife just kept cumming until the slut died.
But that didn’t stop us. We fucked her some more.
We creamed my wife’s corpse lying there on the floor.
He fucked her skull hard while I did her slut twat!
St Nick made our work so incredibly hot.
We spread our cream all over her twitching form.
I checked to confirm she was still a bit warm.
“What of her corpse? Can we hide it this day?”
He told me he’d haul it away on his sleigh.
He knew of a zoo with some lions and bears.
He’d drop it off there, to allay all my fears.
They needed a present, a nice Christmas treat.
My slut’s cooling corpse would supply them with meat.
I arose from the floor with my anger abated,
Knowing the dead slut and I were unmated.
I thanked him profusely for all his hard work.
I started to go but then turned with a jerk.
Santa was gone like a thief in the night.
The corpse was gone too, not a blood speck in sight!
Twas like nothing had happened. The floor was all clean!
I stood there in wonder; no blood could be seen.
I went to the stairs and then up to my room.
My heart lifted higher without any gloom.
The slut was dispatched, I need worry no more
About any new men who might frequent my door.
I passed through the door and my eyes opened wide.
A new naked beauty was waiting inside.
How had she got there? I sure didn’t know!
Outside it was cold with a foot of fresh snow!
She was lying in bed and she said with a smile,
“I’m your present from Santa. I’m here for a while.
I’m tonight’s gift and I’d sure like to fuck.”
I couldn’t believe my incredible luck.
We spent the whole night fucking every which way
‘Til I woke up alone on a great Christmas day.
I woke up refreshed, like a man full of joy and
I softly thanked Santa for his sexy toy.
(Nov 28 ’17)