I knew for sure, 100 percent sure, that she hadn't been away overnight that month. Not difficult to guess what that damn room been used for. Now I had... to face the cruel truth; I was a cuckold.During the years I had seen cuckolded husbands react in many different ways. Some cried and accepted their fate, some didn't care a shit about it, a few even turned hot about that and some real men whipped the shit out of the wife fucker and kicked out the cheating bitch.I had a very limited choice, in. One just happened to be one of the sexy elves I was checking out earlier. She looked at me and said, Santa, you have something from lunch on your pants. She giggled and said to us, must've been a good solid lunch.Kimberly told her it was an amazing lunch, very filling. I couldn't believe my ears. I was just watching and listening to see where this was going, when suddenly, the sexy elf handed me the snowflake panties Kimberly had given me. She said, you dropped something Santa. I guess I had. I come a lot, actually, but like I said it takes a while and I like privacy. Though this did get me going a bit..." Do you want to fuck me?" I asked."Not here." How old are you?" 69," he replied."That's a great fucking number..."The man laughed and suggested we go to a smaller room with a door. I hopped off the sling, my legs a little weak, and collected my clothes in my arm and followed him to a room. He went into a small booth that, much to my surprise and delight, had one gloryhole in it. I. Alex couldn’t see himself, they hadcovered the mirrors. When she came to the single lock down his back, sheseemed almost to be painting. Rinsed again, now he could see what had beendone to him.His hair was pink and that tail was purple. And so short! The hairdresserlooked at Alex in his black spandex jumpsuit with the big chrome industrialzipper running down between his legs and snickered.“Listen, Dearie, I can’t wait for you to overcome your little moustacheproblem and.