Wife believes in Santa Clause

[AlmostDoneIt]

This is a TRUE story. This happened to me a few years back. Names have been changed, obviously.


"Santa, is that you?" My wife, Kendra squeaks as she looks around the corner. She heard a sound and desperately hopes that it's Santa and not a bad intruder!

She looks around the corner. Nothing. Scurrying through the shadows to the next room, she again peeks around the corner.

At first she only sees the corner of the room, and part of the fireplace. The cookies and milk she had set out on the coffee table were gone, but she didn't notice.

Peeking farther into the room...

Into her vision appears a big man with a red coat. A full beard white as snow, and a sack of presents sitting beside him.

"S..S..Sant...Santa!" She says in complete surprise.

Kendra had always believed in Santa Clause, but had never seen him in person. It had always been her dream to see him on a cold Christmas night.

Her fear started to dissipate, it's Santa!

Santa Clause stopped messing below the Christmas tree and turned his head. As he saw her he turned about with a look of surprise.

"Santa Clause it's you!" she went on "I always knew you were real but nobody would believe me!"

Santa looked to his left and right. "Can she really see me?" he thought.

Santa spoke "Can you really see me, dear?"

Kendra looked confused. "Of course I can see you!"

"And you can hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you! Please take me to the North Pole with you Santa, I want to see the Reindeer and the Elves, I want to see... She went on, but Santa wasn't listening. He was thinking...

"Ohhohoho Dear child" he interrupted her "It must be true, You truly believe in me, because only true believers can see and hear me."

"Yes! I AM a true believer, I've believed in you since I can remember." she went on "Remember 10 years ago when you brought me that cute little teddy bear? Thank you so much!" Santa listened... "And remember 3 years ago, when you left that new pair of shoes I had always wanted under the tree? My husband didn't believe it was you, but I KNEW, I BELIEVED!"

"Ohohoho yes, Yes I remember, How could I forget?" he lied. 'Several billion presents a year, how can one remember each one?' he thought. 'But this beauty in front of me, this goddess, ahhh, I won't forget her.'

"That one time when I was just 8 years old, I heard a thump on the roof and I knew it was you Santa!"

She was excited, and couldn't shut up. Her hands were shaking with excitement.

"Ohhoho Now dear child" Santa started "I don't have much time for talk, but let me get your name? I don't have my list here with me, I left it in the sleigh."

"It's Kendra, sir."

"Well, Kendra, I would love to take you to the Nor-" "Wait a minute!" Kendra interrupted, a thought just occurred to her.

"How do I know you're the REAL Santa?" She said, bringing her guard back up "Wouldn't the real Santa know who's house is Who's to deliver presents?"

"Well, ahh" Santa stammered "Yes, It's a bit more complicated than that, My assistant, He's in the sled, he figures out everything, I used to do it all myself, but the more the population increased, the more stressful it got!"

"Hmm" Kendra looked at him in thought

"My dear, You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. There are no such beauties like you in the North Pole." Kendra looked at him suspiciously

"I'm on a tight schedule, so I don't have much time, but let me give you a present that will not only prove my identity, but also be of great pleasure to you."

Santa approached Kendra. Her eyes widened in surprise and a bit of fear. She backed away slowly, into the wall.

"Don't be afraid, my dear" Kendra, back against the wall, had nowhere to run. Fear filled her eyes.

Santa got closer, his big belly pressed against her thin frame. His lips puckered as he leaned down.

Kendra closed her eyes.

Their lips touch.

Suddenly, Kendra feels a twitch in her pussy. I line of pleasure straight from her lips to her pussy.

Her pussy immediately began to convulse involuntarily. The pleasure was like nothing she had ever experienced. She parted her lips to let his tongue in.

Their tongues dance together as she loses herself in orgasm.


When she comes to... She is on the couch, tucked in with a thick red and white coat. "Where did this come from?"

Suddenly, she remembered. She rubbed her lips, remembering the kiss. She rubbed her face, remembering how his beard had scratched against it.

Then, she went down, and rubbed the outside of her panties, which were completely soaked, and remember the orgasm.


Not only did she have Santa's coat, but there were a new presents below the tree. "Surely this is enough evidence to convice my husband!"

But it didn't

"You have to believe me, I even have Santa's coat as proof!" Santa kissed me and gave me an orgasm!"

"No, you were just dreaming. This is what happens when you are obsessed with something."

There was no convincing me.



A whole year later...


Kendra waited.. and waited... and waited. She had set out milk and cookies, got a blanket, and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. "He will come back for me, I know he will!"

But she slowly drifted off..

She awoke to a slight petting on her head. Fingers though her hair. So nice. Kendra loved her husband, he was always so affectionate.

Suddenly, she realised what night it was! "I can't be sleeping, and my husband can't be here, Santa won't come!"

She jolted up, ready to tell her husband to go back to bed. But it wasn't her husband! It was Santa.

"Santa! I knew you would come back."

Kendra jumped up and gave Santa a hug

"I LOVE LOVE LOVED that present you gave me last year."

"Ohohoho I love love loved giving it to you, my dear."

"I've thought long and hard about your request to come with me to the North Pole." Santa said. "But there is one big condition that you must first meet."

"Yes! Whatever it is I will do it!" Kendra fired back.

"Are you sure you? This is a serious condition."

"Yes! Anything! What is it?"

"Well, It's cold and lonely at the North pole, much work to be done and nobody to come home to after a hard days work." He continued "Surely you must know that there is no Mrs. Clause?"

Kendra nodded, listening intently

"Well, with no other humans like me at the North pole, I have nobody to love."

"Kendra, if you want to come to the North Pole with me, you must agree to be my Mrs. Clause."

Kendra's jaw dropped, her heart leapt.

"Yo..You.. Want me to be Mrs. Clau- Your wife?" Kendra managed to stutter out. Her body was shaking

Kendra was in complete awe of this situation. 'It's like a dream come true!' she thought, forgetting about her husband...

"I..I... Can't believe this, are you serious? YES, The answer is YES, I want to be Mrs. Clause!"

"Ohohoho, This is great! It's been so long since I've been able to say that such a beautiful woman is mine."


Then... like a brick hit her, she remember her current husband..

"But... What about my husband? I can't leave him, we love eachother, he's done so much for me..."

"oh, my dear, I'm sorry but he can't come, he doesn't believe. How can I let a disbeliever come to the North Pole?"

"Please let me try to convice him, He will be a believer by next year, I promise!"

"ohohoh, My dear Kendra, Even if he did believe, He certainly wouldn't allow his wife to become Mrs. Clause, would he? and my woman is the one thing that I won't share or give away."

Kendra burst into tears. She didn't know what to do.

"Please, Give me one year, one year to convice him that you are real, and to convice him to let me be Mrs. Clause."

"Please!" Kendra said again, pleadingly. Her tears had messed up her makeup. So cute.

"hmm, Alright, One year, but after that, If you don't come back with me, I won't be able to bear the sight of seeing you, the most beautiful woman ever, knowing that I can't have you. If you don't come back with me next year, I'll put you on the naughty list so that I won't have to endure that pain.

"I understand." Kendra said.

Santa got up to leave, heading toward the fireplace.

"WAIT!" Kendra yelled. "Please, a goodbye kiss, until next year?"

Santa got closer, Kendra got closer. their lips touched.




Kendra told me the whole story. About how Santa came again this year, how Santa basically proposed to her.

Constantly... Constantly.. She went on about how I need to believe.

Constatnly.... She went on about how we need to go to the North Pole together.

Constantly... She went on about being Mrs. Clause.




Finally, Christmas Eve came...

Kendra was up late again, sitting on the couch near the firplace. She had a gloomy look on her face. She wasn't able to convince her husband.

'I can't just leave abandon him, and leave him here. Not after all we've been through together.' she thought

'But I can't stop thinking about how exciting it would be to be Mrs. Clause. Watching over the elves as they make toys. And I especially can't stop thinking... That if a kiss gave me so much pleasure, what would his manhood do?'

'If Santa and I got married and became one, would he share his magic with me?'

'But I love my husband so much. I know this world. I'm comfortable here, Who knows what awaits me if I go to the North Pole. Will there be much to do there?'

So many thoughts...

So tired...

Kendra drifted off to sleep...


Kendra was again woken by that gentle petting.

She got up. There was Santa!

"Ohh Santa, I couldn't convince him!"

Tears started to flow.

Santa hugged her "It's okay dear, he's been naughty, very naughty." Santa lied. Her husband had made the nice list for years.

"This is my last stop, let's go to the North Pole, together."

"I can't. I'm so sorry I can't." her sobbing intensified.


Suddenly, they heard a sound!

"What are you crying about, honey?" I asked.

"Honey, Here he is, this is Santa, do you believe now?"

"I don't see anything, what is with you?

Santa leaned over and whispered into Kendra's ear "He can't see or hear me because he doesn't believe."

Her tears started again, she couldn't control herself. She wanted both men so badly.

"Please, Please come to the North Pole with us!"

I got mad

"Fine, GO WITH SANTA TO THE NORTH POLE, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, I'M SICK OF HEARING ABOUT IT."

She pushed her face into a pillow and kept crying. I felt bad for yelling at her

"I'm sorry. I'm going to bed."

When I woke up that morning, she was gone. I waited around for her, figuring that she had gone to her parents or something. After several hours I got worried and called them. She wasn't there. I called friends, family, everyone. She was nowhere to be found. I deeply regretted yelling at her.



I quickly became a suspect in the disappearance. I dealt with a lot of questioning and investigators. They tore apart the house looking for evidence.

The results were inconclusive.

Nobody knew where Kendra went. I missed her so badly.

Perhaps she was telling the truth? Did Santa sweep her away to the North Pole?

I realised that I knew next to nothing about the North Pole.

I scoured every inch of the North Pole with sattelite images. Nothing.

I got deep into one conspiracy after another. Hollow earth, glass dome type shit. Nothing pointed toward Santa and the North pole.

Nothing led anywhere. It was around late November when I came across an article in a newspaper. A get-together was being hosted by believers in Santa. People who claimed to have seen Santa in person.

Maybe this will answer some questions!

I went there fully expecting to discover some new mental disorder about Santa Clause obsession.


It was held in a rented building. It was large, open, lots of tables and chairs. it was Christmas themed so the food was Christmas based and there were lots of decorations on the wall. Plenty of pictures of Santa. Many of them hand drawn by different people, and the look was VERY consistant. This piqued my interest.

We all sat in a big circle, people took turns telling their stories. Stories about how they heard a sound and KNEW it was Santa's reindeer.

Others told about how their milk and cookies were gone in the morning.

'this is ridiculous' I thought

I was about ready to get up and leave when..

An old lady spoke up. "It was probably, I don't know...30 or 40 years ago, when I was in my prime, I caught Santa laying presents under our tree."

She cleared her throat and continued "We just kind've looked at eachother for about a minute, and then I asked "Well, You're Santa aren't you?" "So Santa just came up to me, wrapped his arm around me, and gave me a big kiss, smack on the lips."

"And let me tell you" she continued "That kiss gave me the biggest orgasm I've ever had in my life."

Some of the crowd laughed, some showed disgust. But me, I knew I was onto something. That was the same story my wife told me.

Another woman stood up, and said "The same thing happened to me, I've never felt so good in my life." Her face turned red.

A third stood up "Same here, he didn't even touch me down there and I came!"

'Wow" I thought. Can this really be a coincidence?


I hung around several hours until many of the people had left. The three that had claimed to have been kissed by Santa were still here, I went over to talk to them.

It was obvious from talking to them that they had a Santa obsession.

"He still comes around every year, we haven't kissed in years now that I'm old, an orgasm would probably give me a heart attack!" the old lady said.

They about all had the same story. Santa still comes around, they usually chat with him for a while, and then leaves.

'still nothing conclusive' I thought.

But then I heard something that made me believe.

"This last Christmas, though, he didn't kiss me. He usually kisses me every year" said one of the younger women. "But he said that there was going to be a Mrs. Clause soon and he didn't want to cheat on her."

"What was her name?" I asked

"Mrs. Clause of course!" She joked

When she noticed that I wasn't receptive to her jest, she got serious

"Oh I can't remember, Kandy.. Or Kendal was it?"

"Kendra?!? I asked, starting to shake, a knot in my stomach.

"Yes! That's it!"

'Oh my god' I thought. Santa is real, and my wife married him.





At the North Pole

Santa was just about ready to leave to deliver all the presents.

Mrs. Clause approached him "Hey you!" She said, provocatively.

"Do me a favor, please?" She asked.

"Anything for my love" He replied.

"Please go by my old house and see if my old husband believes". I miss him.

"Hmm. Alright, but if he insists on coming back to see you, what should I do?"

"Can't you bring him back with you? I do miss him!"

"Ohohoh, What a dilemma. Okay, But he can only stay for a day, then he goes back home!"

"Agree-" Kendra started before she was interrupted.

"On one condition." Santa stated.

"What's that?" Kendra replied, curious.

"You be in bed ready for me when I get back, I want you dressed up in those Latex gloves and thigh highs I like so much!"

"Agreed!"






'Alright, What is it that Santa likes? Not brownies, Cookies! They say he likes milk too. Better put some out to make sure'

"I think everything is ready." The girls told me that the only way to see Santa was to believe. Well, I believe now.

I sat down on the couch, just like my wife. Covered myself in a blanket, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Sleepy...



I awoke to a sound. 'Was that from the roof?'

I saw a color from the corner of my eye. The fireplace!

A swirl of magic appeared and took the form of a man.

Oh my god, It's Santa!


On the ride to the North Pole, I couldn't stop asking questions. I was so excited.

"How does it Work, how do you get to so many houses in one night?"

"Was that you on Christmas back in 97? We were so scared!"

"What's the North Pole like? What do Elves look like?"

So many questions.

"I'll answer your questions tomorrow morning after Mrs. Clause has made breakfast.

It didn't connect in my brain that when he said Mrs. Clause, he meant Kendra.


The Sleigh landed, and Santa and his Assistant got out. The Assistant led me through several halls.

Santa's assistant was the first elf I saw. Small, just like in the movies.

I saw several more while being led to my room.

Once in my room, I had some time to think.

I felt stupid for acting so excited around Santa. I mean, this was the guy that took my wife, why am I asking him a bunch of questions?

I couldn't wait to see Kendra. Several hours passed. I couldn't sleep. The clock on the wall read 4:07AM. ugh..

I got up went to the door. Slowly I opened it and looked around. Nobody. I decided to check this place out a bit, maybe find Kendra.

It was like a maze. So many halls, so many rooms. I made a mental note of my position so I could get back to my room.

Left, Left, Right, Left, Right. I never saw anyone. Strange place.

Then, I came to a big door that read 'Mr. & Mrs. Clause Chambers'

I opened the door and crept inside. This was just a sitting room. Continuing on... A small kitchen... That door leads to a bathroom...

I was determined to find Kendra. I miss her so much!

Then I came upon a closed door, at the back of the hall. As I got closer I heard sounds. I heard a familiar sound, Kendra!

I quickly placed my ear against the door.

"OH HO HO HO That feels so good!" I heard. Oh my god.

"Deeper, I want it in your throat." Santa said. They are...

"Ahhhh, Yes Balls deep in your throat!" They are having sex!

"Please, I need it in me NOW!" I heard. That was Kendra's voice.

It warmed my heart, I hadn't heard that voice in so long.

But It also ate my heart, because that beautiful voice was asking for another man.

I listened for a little. I couldn't help myself, I took out my cock and jerked off.

When I finished, they were still going at it.

I felt bad.

I started to head back. Not nearly as discreet this time.

As I was walking through their living room, I saw pictures.

Them together...

Pictures of their wedding. Them kissing, a crowd of elves. Her smile...

I walked back to my room in defeat.



I didn't get much sleep, but I awoke to my door being opened.

I couldn't see much, as I was blinded by the lights coming on. As my eyes adjusted, I saw her. Kendra!

I leapt up in joy and hugged her tight. She hugged back. Something... felt different.

We held eachother for over a minute. We both started to cry.

"I'm SO SO SO sorry for yelling at you that night."

"And I'm sorry for abandoning you."

We let go of eachother. I looked her up and down. Her beautiful face. As beautiful as ever.

Her boobs, which were so much bigger than I remember.

She must have noticed me staring.

"Santa used his magic to make them bigger." she laughed though the tears.

"They're beautiful."

I reached out my arm to grab one. She pushed my arm away

"Hold on there, I'm Mrs. Clause now, only Santa gets to do that."

My tears renewed, this time of both joy and sadness. I had lost her...

She hugged me again. Her bigger boobs pressed against me. So nice.

Something was still off though...

I backed up and started to look her over again. I noticed the huge rock on her finger. Obviously Santa had put that there.

But then... Her belly. Her belly was big!

I started to cry again. I wanted to do that with her!

She hugged me again.

We both cried together.



Kendra led me to their chambers, where I had snuck into last night.

She made us all breakfast. She and Santa sat on one side of the table and I on the other.

I didn't say much, but Santa answered all of my questions from earlier.


I tried to be happy.

Kendra and I spent some time alone. We played some games, we cuddled a little bit, but she wasn't going to let me go any farther.

"Kendra, Please come back home with me, I love you, and I need you."

"I love you, but I'm sorry, I can't, the elves need me here, and besides, I know this is hard to hear, but he satisfies me in ways I couldn't have even imagined before."

I cried again.

We hugged tight. Those big boobs...

"Even if I wanted to go back, I can't." she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because of my husband's magic, I'm going to live for much longer than you, or anyone else."

"I'm sorry this happened to you." She said.

"I love you."

"I love you too."



I left the North pole later that day with a sad heart.

We agreed that I would come back every year for a day after Christmas.

It was difficult going back there to see her.

She never seemed to age.



Several years later I met a nice girl, we got to know eachother really well. About a year into the relationship she revealed something to me.

"I believe in the Tooth Fairy."



If anyone wants to re-write this story or some variation of it please feel free. I'm not the best writer but I like this theme.

[OZCPL]

Well, I could believe the Santa one but that fairy. I'm a bit long in the tooth for that one, she's probably just a big fairy tale.

[nyjints2004]

That was a great story. Probably the best santa story