Merry Christmas, Tom

Tom rubbed sleep from his eyes as he walked downstairs, the cool of their air-conditioned home starting to bring him back to life from a deep sleep. While outside the temperature was touching 90F, inside their tastefully furnished condo, it was a pleasant 70F, even today.

Christmas Day.

He smiled to himself as he rounded the corner of their staircase, wondering what exactly he'd be getting as his "big gift" this year. He'd been lucky before. Very lucky, in fact.

The previous year he'd been surprised by a giant, gift-wrapped box next to their tree, which had popped open to reveal a red-headed Christmas surprise; an empty shell of a woman, an elaborate creation with tits perkier than a certain reindeer's nose. There was a note attached that said "Some assembly required". Tom had spent an enjoyable Christmas morning doing that, with some help.

The year before that, he'd been surprised by "Santa Claus" on the night before Christmas, who ho-ho-ho'ed into Tom's bedroom, asking where Tom's other half was. Tom engaged with the "jolly old fella" for at least ten minutes before the bearded "gentleman" decided it was "too stuffy" in the room, pulling open his red coat to reveal a set of stockings, but not the kind you hang by the chimney. They were covering a gorgeous pair of female legs and led to a pair of dark green silk panties, making Santa "Mrs Claus" from the waist down. Despite asking nicely, "Saint Nick" had refused to remove his fat, jolly face or even his hat, but Tom decided he could handle it. It had been a little weird to fuck Santa from behind while slapping on his peach of an ass, but Tom was game for one night.

This year, though, he'd had no hints. No clues. As usual his partner had vanished before Tom had woken up, which wasn't hard as Tom tended to sleep hard and late anyway. On Christmas morning though, Tom made sure he didn't rush. Unlike the average kid, he wanted to savor his surprise.

As he took the last step and arrived in their open-plan downstairs floor, he knew it had been worth the wait.

Across the room, sitting on their white upholstered couch next to the Christmas tree, was a woman he'd never seen before. She was dressed in a white woolen sweater with a large polo neck, a pair of white woolen stockings - and nothing else. Sitting casually, leaning on one hand, her chestnut brown hair was casually tied back from her face, which centered around a pair of large brown eyes, immaculate but understated makeup and red painted lips, the color of Rudolph's nose. Her own nose was small and cute, leading up to eyebrows that were long, slender and framed her eyes perfectly.

With a svelte, toned body and a demure attitude, she could very easily have been someone that Tom might have ignored if he'd seen on the street. Here, now however - she was in his house and clearly, she was here to see him.

"Well, hi," Tom said when he saw her. "Merry Christmas."

She smiled, saying nothing, but uncrossed her legs, stood and walked across the floor, her stockinged feet not making a sound. As she moved Tom appreciated her sway, her feminine manner; she knew how to walk to get men to pay attention. Her eyes remained down, shy almost, as she reached him.

Then without a word she reached for Tom's neck and pulled him into a deep, sensuous kiss. Tom felt himself stir immediately at her touch, smelling a new brand of perfume; for a moment he allowed himself to be lost in her, in this new sensation, this gift of Christmas morning.

After her tongue had darted inside his mouth, after his breath had been taken away, she pulled back, eyes twinkling. Suddenly she seemed much more aware of what she was doing, much more knowing.

"Merry Christmas, baby," the woman's face said, but out of her mouth came the voice of someone else. Someone Tom knew very well indeed.

She spoke with the voice of Tom's legal husband, James.

"She's new," Tom said, looking the woman over. "I like it."

"You like her," James corrected softly. "I thought you would. I've been working on her for a while."

"All for Christmas?" The woman nodded. "I'm flattered."

"You'd better be," James' voice replied, "or you're not going to get to unwrap your present."

"Oh please," Tom said, smiling. "Don't I get to see my gift?"

The woman smiled, closed her eyes for a moment, and then spoke again. Now her voice matched her face; clear, feminine and lilting. "Oh, you'll get to see everything," she said. Once again she reached up and kissed Tom. "Everything and then some."

With a soft giggle, she took Tom by the hand and led the way to the couch, pushing him down onto the soft material first. Tom looked up at her as she lifted the material of her sweater, which hung low below her waist, up and over her head.

Beneath the woolen material, her perfect body, wrapped in white lingerie like fallen snow, awaited him.