Here is a funny, x-mas eve mystery!

A couple of years into our relationship (before we were married) we were living together and alone on Christmas Eve. We watched some holiday variety shows on TV, lit candles and drank a bottle of champagne. Being lightweights, it got us pretty buzzed - especially the wife who is very petite. And when we’re buzzed together, sex always happens. 

One thing led to another and clothes started coming off. We had terrific holiday sex in our tiny twin bed. It was in front of a window on the 3rd floor of an old house on a very busy street. We had hung x-mas lights around the window and kept the blinds open. If anyone was watching, they got a show that night. 

The roof was above us so our ceiling was slanted. I remember an image of my wife riding me with her hand on the ceiling and her tits bouncing for my pleasure. She loves to get off while riding and at the same time knows I am a sucker for bouncing breasts. To this day she’ll put on an extra show when riding me. 20 years later and her tits are still as beautiful and bouncy as ever. I like slim, smaller-breasted women, and this is one of the benefits!

Anyway, at the time our typical sesh ended with her riding to climax and then me finishing missionary. But I remember looking in our floor mirror and seeing that we looked great fucking in candlelight. Thus I took her doggiestyle so I could look in the mirror. This time we were turned away from the window so anyone looking in just saw my ass pounding her from behind. :) I finally came and we slept.

Here’s where it gets mysterious. 

About 3am I hear a noise and wakeup, My wife is standing in the bedroom doorway, candlelight just barely lighting her. Her naked, dark brown body looks gorgeous in the warm light framed by the wooden doorway. I remember this view clearly to this day.  She looks at me and says: “Look what Santa did!”

She points to the floor and between her legs is a puddle of liquid!

WTF? I was befuddled and also amused. I got up and walked her to our bed saying “I’ll take care of it.” She had a huge smile on her face for some reason and re-iterated “Santa.”. She got in bed and slept. 

I cleaned it up and could not for the life of me figure out what it was. It didn’t smell like urine. We were still using condoms at the time so it wasn’t my cum her juices. It looked clear and thin - like water. I dried it up easily enough and in the morning there was no residue. 

My wife doesn’t remember it at all. She does talk in her sleep, but has never walked AFAIK. Our best guess is in her inebriated state she poured a cup of water on the floor to play a joke on me. We now use “Look what Santa did!” as an in-side joke and it always kills. We even told our daughter the story (minus the sex and nudity) so she can be in on the jokes. I’m gonna print this memory, roll it up and put it in my wife's stocking this year and look forward to the look on her face when she reads it. She’s quite bashful and will probably turn as red as Rudolf’s nose. :)

Happy holidays to you all