It's Christmas Eve, you & your wife are sitting by the tree, surrounded by gifts in which you're eager to open. What did she get you this year? You wonder. A soft smile graces your wife's lips, she seems peaceful, content; which brings a smile to your own lips as she was out for many hours before "shopping" and preparing for the holiday festivities. Though she soon begins to let you in on a little secret for her cheerful spirit. Santa came early for her this year. Some might not believe in his magic, but your wife does, & she took it upon herself to write a letter to him to express her wish...

It's Christmas Eve, you & your wife are sitting by the tree, surrounded by gifts in which you're eager to open. What did she get you this year? You wonder. A soft smile graces your wife's lips, she seems peaceful, content; which brings a smile to your own lips as she was out for many hours before "shopping" and preparing for the holiday festivities. Though she soon begins to let you in on a little secret for her cheerful spirit. Santa came early for her this year. Some might not believe in his magic, but your wife does, & she took it upon herself to write a letter to him to express her wish this year for a toned, handsome, well hung man to sweep her off her feet despite her vows to you. A nervous laughter leaves your lips as your wife has always been a bit of a comedian, but when her words spiral into vivid detail of her encounter with her "Christmas Gift" you feel your stomach turn. What you believe to be a holiday prank turns into a lustful tale of your wife's hot & heavy encounter, & her plans to continue this escapade year round with her wedding ring still wrapped tightly around her finger. She does have use for you after all.