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 Mistress 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
