Tracey and I had planned on having a Toga party, but it has yet to happen. In the meantime, Bella decided, as it was the Christmas season, she would hold a Mr. and Mrs. Santa party.
The invitation arrived, and it specified that the dress code was that ladies were to dress as sexy Miss Santa and gents as Santa.
The party night arrived, and Tracey looked amazing in her micro-short sexy Miss Santa dress, black fishnets, black G-string, and black patent heels that made her short little sexy legs look fantastic. The cleavage was cut low, so her perfect full breasts were also on display, plus she had left her bra at home.
I was dressed in a standard Santa suit with only a leopard-print thong underneath. The trousers were tight-fitting, so my considerable bulge was evident.
When the taxi arrived to pick us up from our house, the driver almost had a stroke when he saw Tracey; the bulge in his trousers was visible for all to see.
Just to tease him on our twenty-mile journey, I encouraged Tracey to sit up front beside him and to show off as much thigh and stocking top as she felt comfortable.
From the back seat, I could see that he spent more time looking down at Tracey's sexy legs and deep cleavage than on the road ahead. He also had to re-adjust his cock several times as he was getting uncomfortable having an erection.
I found this highly erotic and had a semi myself.
After arriving at Bella's house, we were greeted by her husband, whom I had previously met on only one occasion. We were directed into the large conservatory where the party was being held.
We were not the first to arrive, and certainly not the last.
It was there that I got my first glimpse of Bella; she looked stunning, her Miss Santa suit barely covered her cute arse, and her skimpy see-through black pants were almost nonexistent.
She had sexy, shiny black stockings on and very high heels; her legs were model-like and perfect, and I could make out the lips of her pussy. The top was cut wide and low, and her big, perfectly tanned tits were almost falling out. I was sure I could see her nipples.
My cock grew at this vision, and my bulge became more obvious, something Tracey noticed right away.
I looked around the room, and it was clear that all the guests had made a great effort. The ladies all looked hot and sexy, and the guys looked like Santa.
The ladies that caught my eye were Liz, who looked spectacular, as did Bella and Bella's cousin Roze.
Roze was nineteen, at least five-foot-eight tall, and nearly six feet in her sexy heels, very slim and toned, and tanned to perfection. Roze was beautiful, with almost black hair that was shoulder-length; her legs were so long and perfect; and she had sexy, small feet with painted toenails.
Roze wore a tiny micro Miss Santa outfit that was tight-fitting and enhanced her large D-cup breasts; it was cut almost to the waist, so most of her firm breasts were on display. It was also so short; her tiny black G-string was the subject on every male's tongue. Her shaven pussycat was visible for all to see. When she turned around, I had a birds-eye view of the most perfect peach of an ass I had ever seen and found she was wearing seamed stockings, my favorite.
My cock swelled at the sight of this hot, sexy babe. I wanted her so bad, yet she was young enough to be my granddaughter.
The party was great, and lots of food was consumed and much drink was quaffed. By ten o'clock, most people were quite drunk and very merry; this is when the games started.
It started with various trivia quizzes, then taste-testing strange food while blindfolded and trying to identify the food. We played an alphabet game where each person named something Christmassy in turn; for any pauses, a shot had to be taken. So most people were getting very drunk and more risque.
I had brought along his and her naughty scratchcards to hand out to everyone who agreed to play.
On the ladies' scratchcard, the person would win if they uncovered three identical items; the prize was to have somebody go down on her; her fantasy acted out whatever that was—a male to do a striptease or a massage from the person of her choice.
The men's scratch card had different prizes. A handjob from a person of his choice, to have anal sex with someone, a blowjob from a person of his choice, or his fantasy acted out by a person of his choice
Most of the guests were excited to play and agreed to obey the result of the scratch card or take a forfeit decided by the other guests and a shot.