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The Extra Special Magical Gift
Making a Magical Night Memorable
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Marissa Goodbody, and she indeed had a very good body. She was a striking blond with large, round breasts, narrow waist and round hips that seemed to beg “bring on the children.” She had flowing blond hair, a cute nose, twinkling eyes that were the blue of a cloudless sky. Her lips were full and red without enhancers or lipstick and always seemed to look for a dick to surround. Her legs were perfection and their looks could only be improved by being wrapped around somebody’s back.
And that somebody was her husband.
Marissa Goodbody was married to Chester “Chet” Goodbody, a man who was as handsome as she was beautiful, and their love for each other was deep and true. They knew the moment they met that their love was going to be one of those forever loves that you only read about in stories like this. They were barely in their teens when they met, and by the time they compared each other’s freshman high school class schedule, they were deeply and passionately in love.
In high school, Marissa Smith and Chet Goodbody were ‘that couple’, the couple that everyone knows. The couple that’s successful in school and with each other. They were at the top of their class, excelling in everything they did. They weren’t rich, they were good. Every subject was a breeze for them. He was the All-State Quarterback that led their team on to the championship. She was the head cheerleader that designed chants, cheers, and routines that spurred their team on to victory after victory and are still performed at that school today. Their high school hockey team still speaks in hushed tones of awe whenever “The Goodbody Line” is remembered.
Their love was filled with laughter, and Marissa’s sparkling laughter filled the hallways between classes as they told each other jokes and teased each other with gentle pranks, and their joy was contagious. They were the couple that made you feel good about yourself and your miserable life when they called you by name (they always remembered everyone’s name) and asked you with genuine sincerity, “How are you doing? Why don’t you come over this weekend?” and they meant it.
They were not born to rich, successful parents. There were no doctors or lawyers or political figures of note in their lineage, they were from solid working class stock. Chester’s dad, Chet senior, was an auto mechanic with dreams of opening a collision shop of his own and he had the perfect name picked out: Goodbody’s Good Body it was just a matter of when. Going to a small town high school attracted very little scholarship money, and soon Chet and Marissa were working their way through community college and trying to save money for the university education they promised themselves. Soon it was apparent that they only had one option left: to enlist.
She didn’t want him to go, and if she said “No, don’t go,” he wouldn’t go, but she would have crushed something inside that makes Chet so special to her. “Don’t leave me alone,” she said. “Give me a baby. Give me your baby to love while you’re gone.”
He looked into those deep blue eyes and said the words that he was saving for a happier occasion, “Marissa Smith, I love you deeper than I ever thought possible. Without you, my life has no meaning. Would you marry me and make me…” he never got a chance to finish because she was weeping and kissing him fiercely.
Three days later, they were married in the town hall in front of Judge Simmons, and four days after that, Chet went off to Basic Training. But during those seven days, Marissa and Chet discovered something wonderful: sex. Free from the worries of being caught and fears of an unexpected pregnancy, they fucked their minds loose. They almost missed their own wedding ceremony because they were in a town hall mop closet. Marissa was bent over a mop bucket with Chet’s hard cock pounding her from behind, driving her to ridiculous ecstasy.
There were no jitters, they knew each other too well to be nervous. They explored everywhere, touched everything, and there was only one escort bayan beşiktaş thing off limits: saying ‘no.’ Their last night together they were aching from all the sex, her pussy was sore, his cock was fucked raw, but they still made love one last time, with lots of lube and candlelight. “I love you Mrs. Goodbody.”
“I love you too, Mr. Goodbody,” and with one last kiss, he boarded the bus that took him off to an uncertain future, and for the very first time, Chet made Marissa cry.
That was ten years ago. Chet and Marissa found that the military life agreed with them, and they made a home for themselves in the Army. They got the bachelor’s degrees they wanted and were both working on their master’s degree.
Sergeant and Mrs. Goodbody have been around the world collecting nick-nacks and memories. Their nicknacks include a miniature Eiffel Tower, a tiny Kölner Dom cathedral, a pair of volksmarch sticks covered with badges, a collection of British beer mats and a bunch of seashells. Memories include a standing fuck in the Eiffel Tower, a blowjob in the Kölner Dom cathedral in Cologne, Germany, dashing off from a volksmarch for a quickie in the German woods, a little cowgirl action in a crowded British pub, and sex on every beach on Guam. Eventually there were four little Goodbodys (Goodbodies?) adding to their joy and merriment, Bobby, Jannie, Sandy, and little Chet jr. and at night when the kids are asleep, mom and dad still fuck like its prom night.
Life was good, but not all good. The worst part was when Chet deployed. The absences were always too long, and they never knew how long he’d be gone. When the “balloon goes up” Sergeant Goodbody grabs his go-bag and goes. Marissa doesn’t know where he went until he gets home. He’s been to several war zones, which terrified Marissa. This recent deployment to the middle east was the worst because he was gone for Christmas. She had to keep the house happy for the children, but deep inside she didn’t care if there was a single decoration up. Her mom, Jenny, and his mom, Domino, came to help. They decorated the house and planned to spend Christmas with the grandchildren in the big old drafty farmhouse that Chet and Marissa were renting.
By Christmas eve, the house was decorated like a Christmas wonderland and the kids spent the day playing in the sudden gift of three feet of snow. They built forts and threw snowballs and sledded down the hill a dozen times each. By the time bedtime came around, there was no arguing. They were full of chicken nuggets and French fries and exhausted from a day of play and they were asleep before the last Christmas cartoon was complete on TV.
Jenny, Domino, and Marissa looked fondly at the children in their little beds. Bobby, Jannie, Sandy, and little Chet jr. were fast asleep. Domino was sure there were dancing sugar plums at work. The women sat down and sipped some wine while they watched the Alester Simm version of a Christmas Carole. When the ghost of Christmas yet to come had done his dirty work and Ebenezer Scrooge had seen the light, the women got up and made sure one more time that the kids were asleep, then they went to work.
They dug the gifts out of closets, brought boxes up from the basement and found that there were scores of presents yet to be wrapped and tagged. They set up an assembly line in the living room, unwrapped presents at one end and empty wine bottles at the other end. Somewhere in the middle, the gifts were wrapped, ribboned, tagged, and placed under the tree with loving care.
Finally, Grandma Jenny and Grand-mère Domino turned in for the night and Marissa was going to follow them. She picked up all the empty wine bottles, cheese wrappers, and apple slices, and finished straightening up the big, chilly living room. Then, like she did every night, she stood before the fireplace and gazed at the portrait they took together, Chet in his dress uniform, and Marissa in her prom dress. The dress still fit, although the breast was tight and there was a bit of ‘spillage.’
They looked incredible. The Chet and Marissa in the portrait looked so happy together, and she couldn’t wait to be that happy again. Just a few more months and he’d be home, his letters insisted, but for Marissa, each month was a decade. She kissed her fingertips and pressed them to her soldier’s face. “Come home to me safe, my love,” she whispered.
She sighed sadly, then after a moment of reflection, she sadly turned to water the tree and go to bed when she heard it. “They say that the hardest job on earth is to be a military wife,” said a voice.
Marissa jumped. That voice! She’s heard it a thousand times in her dreams as a little girl. That istanbul escort deep baritone voice that exudes power, but was not threatening. “Sometimes the worst loneliness can come in a house full of loved ones, isn’t that true?”
“Y-y-yes,” she said, and she slowly turned. Marissa’s jaw dropped when she saw behind her was that jolly old elf. “Santa?”
“Yes, Marissa. I’m really here, touch,” and the bearded soul extended a hand in a holly green mitten and she touched. He was real!
“I knew you were real! I always knew it!” she gasped. “Why are you here?”
“It’s Christmas, and I have an extra special magical gift to deliver and I immediately thought of my sweetly naughty good girl, Marissa.”
Marissa was amazed. He was shorter than her five foot seven, and not plump, as some self-proclaimed Santa Claus experts would tell you. His flowing hair was more silver than white, you could tell as it spilled across his white ermine collar. And the red of his suit was a brilliant deep red. The Coca-Cola folks had their advertising Santa right, but the real Santa has more green in his getup. His cheeks were red but his skin was a light green (he is an elf after all) and along with the red suit he wore green mittens, green scarf and sprigs of holly decorating his collar and hat.
“A special magical gift?” asked Marissa, still stunned to be in the presence of The Man himself!
“An extra special magical gift!” said Santa, with a sly grin and a wink.
“What is it? Can I see it?” she asked.
Santa held out his right hand and invited her to look. She peered into his mittened hand and she saw what looked like snowflakes. “They’re the first snowflakes of Christmas morning,” said Santa. Then suddenly he blew hard on his hand and the snowflakes were blown onto Marissa’s face. She swallowed some, and inhaled some, but most landed on her face where they melted on her cheeks. She was about to scold Santa when the room began to change.
The tree became fuller, the lights on the tree became larger, their color was richer, more pure. Then the tree was covered with tinsel, old school tinsel, and she gasped. She forgot how beautiful a tree that was properly covered with tinsel looked. Just the imperceptible shift in the air in the house caused the tree to twinkle.
She heard a crackling behind her and turned to see that the fire in the fireplace, which had burned out hours ago, was again a cheery fire. The orange flames danced on the white birch logs that were stacked perfectly on the andiron. The scent of sweet birch smoke and pine trees filled the room, and she looked around. The Christmas decorations, which weren’t scant, now filled the room to overflowing. Garland hung everywhere, tinsel and pine boughs filled the room as candles lit and filled the room with a perfect golden light. In front of the fireplace, a white fur rug rolled out and covered the floor, and Marissa had to step out of the way as it rolled out. Tiny golden lights lined the windows, doorways, and staircase, poinsettia plants appeared in every corner, and the stack of gifts for the kids under the tree doubled in size.
“It’s like a movie set for those Hallmark movies,” Marissa gasped.
“And we must ready our star,” said Santa. “Hands up!”
Marissa raised her hands and the floppy old t-shirt of Chet’s flew off and she felt something in her armpits. It tickled, but it felt familiar… she was being shaved! She hadn’t shaved her pits for weeks. Not out of slovenliness or protest, but because – why? Her man was 12,000 miles away. Who’s going to care? (Ok, slovenliness.)
She suddenly realized she was standing bare breasted in front of a man who wasn’t her husband or doctor! She squealed and covered her breasts with her hands and turned to dash for cover when Santa stepped up behind her, removed a mitten, and touched her shoulder with his bare hand. “It’s ok Marissa, I’ve known you since you were born. I know your naughty urges and your struggle to remain nice.”
His touch spread warmth through Marissa, and she suddenly relaxed. Santa’s calm voice returned. “Remember when that captain from the eighty-first had his eye on you? The urge to be naughty was so strong in you! But you remained faithful to Chet who was in Afghanistan. Telling that captain to go away was the nicest thing I’ve ever seen one of my girls do… and you always have been one of my girls.”
Marissa melted at his words. She told no one about Captain Blake. He was tall, handsome, and from what the girls at the Enlisted Wives Club said, he had a cock that could fuck your eye teeth loose. Her panties would be soaked with one glance from Captain Blake and his voice was able to make her nipples hard and start taksim bayan escort her clit tingling. She was a mother of two (at the time) alone, and feeling ugly, and he was interested in her. She still doesn’t know where she found the strength to say “No.”
“Remember that night with Annie Briscoe?” Santa’s voice purred like a content lion. “That was another chance to be naughty, but you remained nice.”
Marissa whimpered. Annie was, and still is, a good friend. One night, she and Annie were drinking wine and Annie was feeling lonely. Her husband was on a deployment to a secret location and she was scared. Chet was deployed too, maybe even to the same location as Annie’s husband, and Marissa was missing him so badly. Two drunk, lonely, horny Army wives alone in a big house and both secretly had the urge to make love to a woman. Marissa knew she would have to do something desperate or she’ll end up face down in her best friend’s pussy. “I saw Alicia McDermott in the commissary this morning,” she said, and that’s all it took. Lubricated with a box of wine, she and Annie bitched and complained about the commander’s wife and her squawking buddies for the rest of the evening. They woke up on Marissa’s couch with massive headaches, but they were wearing their own panties.
“I was naughty,” said Marissa. “I was catty and a nasty gossip.”
“You maintained your friendship, and you were there for someone who needed a friend, not a lover,” said Santa. “That’s another reason why I picked you for this extra special magical gift.”
“What is it?” asked Marissa, her eyes wide with excitement and wonder.
Santa eased back into the director’s chair that hadn’t been there a moment ago, and he pulled Marissa onto his lap. Marissa realized she was wearing only her husband’s boxer shorts and was sitting on Santa’s lap bare breasted. She coyly covered her breasts as Santa said, “Remember that kinky dream that you and Chet shared when he went to basic training?”
“You don’t mean…” Marissa gasped.
Santa smiled and nodded.
“A… porn star?” Marissa whispered.
“Ho, ho, ho! It’s a very naughty wish, but for a very nice reason,” the jolly old elf said.
When Marissa and Chet made love for the first time, the dam was broken and all the sexual wishes and desires they had been holding back came to the forefront. Dreading the upcoming separation and loneliness, Chet revealed, “I wish you were a porn star, so I could watch you cum any time I wanted.”
Knowing his love of watching her masturbate and dance naked, Marissa knew this wish came from his love of watching her. They even had mirrors next to the bed so he could see her beautiful body writhe in ecstasy as they made love. Instead of being horrified at Chet’s statement, Marissa said, “We could play the horny patient and the naughty nurse.”
“The housewife and the plumber with the big tool,” said Chet.
“The sorority chick and the pizza delivery guy with the huge pepperoni,” and Chet was balls deep in Marissa before another script came to mind.
Santa gave Marissa a knowing smile and said, “Why not? We can always say that this is just a dream, right?” Marissa couldn’t answer. She was speechless. This was so silly! So strange! So intriguing.
Then Santa held up a large snowflake. The single crystal was as big as a fifty-cent piece, and Marissa stared at it in awe. “This will make that dream come true,” and he tossed the snow flake out over the white fur rug and with a pop! An elf maiden stepped out of the shadows and into the firelight. She had the slight greenish tint to her skin that proclaimed her elfdom and she had a spectacular figure that was wearing a beautiful baby doll lace chemise. It was seen through red lace with white trim lingerie with white lace trim, ermine fur around the diving cleavage, and a thin black belt for an A-line silhouette. Her hair was silver, like Santa’s hair and done up in a bun and in her hand she carried a video camera.
Marissa was shocked at the sexy little elf who stood barely four feet tall. “She’s gorgeous!” gasped Marissa.
“She’s my wife,” whispered Santa. “When we met she was known as Ælfthryth Ælfflæd which in your tongue means bringer of death. These days she prefers Alice, which means bringer of cookies.”
“It does not!” Alice cried in a high, squeaky, and utterly cute voice. “Ælfthryth Ælfflæd means strong and beautiful elf.” The little hottie’s eyes glowed in anger at Santa, who loved taunting the missus. “Alice means ‘She who can make you sleep on the couch.'”
Her squeaky tirade got Santa chuckling. “You know how it is,” Santa said to Marissa. “after a few centuries of marriage, you draw even closer.”
Alice brushed the hair out of Marissa’s face and said, “Is this for me?”
“This is the extra special magical gift,” said Santa. “Go ahead and set up any way you want.”
“Santa,” said Marissa, suddenly realizing that this wasn’t a dream, this was real, and Alice, the real elf, had a real camera. “Santa, I don’t think I can do this.”