She was a Ho before Christmas

Authors note: This was just a short little Thing I wrote for fun. Obviously fashioned after the Night before Christmas. It is meant to be satire. It could have easily been in several categories. I choose LW as it is about a cheating spouse. Hope you enjoy and at least get a laugh. I know it's kind of lame but it was fun to write.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
The only creature that was stirring, was my lousy spouse;
Her stockings were strung across the floor without care,
In hopes that I would not soon be there.

The children were nestled and packed away to the in-law's house to stay,
Visions of a happy home danced through their heads;
While mamma lost her panties, and I lost my dignity,
They had just settled down not knowing the family was not long to be happy.

Then out of nowhere, the door had been opened,
I sprang through the door in hopes of surprise, of fun to be had.
When what do my wondering ears should I hear
But the loud moans of a whore and her paramour near/

The lights were all out, the hallway was dark,
It gave the illusion that all was alright,
When what should my poor eyes see,
But a whore jumping on a dick for all the world to see/

With a fat little bastard, with a small dick.
I knew in a moment it was her boss, Mr Slick,
He was grunting and groaning, boy was he quick
She hollered and shouted as she yelled out his name

Cum you fat bastard, Cum in me Mr. Slick,
Fill me up with your sticky little dick,
On my tits, on my face, Cum on my body
From the top of my head to the bottom of my foot.

As empty as her brain, his sack was now done,
When they met with this obstacle, she blew him till it was full,
So up shot his dick and inside her, he flew.
With his balls full of goo, Mr. Slick he did blow.

With a twinkle in her eye. I heard her exclaim.
Why did I cheat? Man, this was lame.
As I stopped the recorder and was turning around
Mr. Slick felt down, he rose from the bed and gathered his clothes.

He was dressed in no time, from his toupe to his shoes.
All his clothes were ragged and wrinkled and beat,
A bundle of nerves, guilt, and deceit
He looked like a bum all ragged and unclean.

His eyes were cast down, looking at his feet,
His cheeks were all red, from exhaustion and defeat.
His droll little mouth was pouting and wanted to spout,
What hair he had left was going grey as he got old.

My wife did exclaim, be gone little one,
Before my husband comes home,
If he shows up, and you’re still around,
It’s not the dog house where we’ll be found, It’s the pound.

E was chubby and fat, a right nasty old fart,
I couldn’t help but laugh as I saw him for myself.
What my wife saw in him, Well it was promotion what else?
Too bad for her she would need that one for herself.

I spoke not a word as I walked in the room
I filled their eyes with dread, and their hearts with fear.
Darling, it’s not what it looks like,
That is what came to my ear.

I sprang from the door and I clobbered that man,
Through the air, he did fly, on the ground his ass he did land,
Darling don’t hurt him, Please let him go.
I turned and walked away and never looked back

MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL BAH FUCKING HUM-BUG