"Are you ready, yet?", Samantha hollered from their bedroom.
"Just a little while longer, Baby!", Rick yelled back. "I'll come get you! You just keep watching that video I bought you!"
It was Christmas Eve, and Rick had spent hours upon hours planning this night to give Sam her "special" Christmas present, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and all his efforts were coming to fruition. Rick told Samantha to dress up in one of her sexiest, see-thru negligees and watch the video while he set everything up. The sex video he'd gotten her was probably getting her nice, wet, and horny for him, he surmised, and he was just about ready to let her have her present.
Several times, Rick got himself so horny, thinking about this night, shopping for that video and his costume, rehearsing in front of the mirror, buying some things he was setting up, taping music, that he got hard and wet with precum and had to satisfy himself. Not tonight! Tonight, Sam was going to want him as much as he wanted her, and they'd BOTH be quite satisfied!
The video camera and tripod was set up to catch everything, the strobe light Rick bought was placed just so, his little added treats were at the ready, and he'd just set up the boombox. Now, it was time for him to change into his costume. "Santa's coming down the chimney, tonight!", he exclaimed to himself.
When he open the door to their bedroom, Sam was lying back on their king-sized bed in her green with black trim, see-thru, curve-hugging corset, matching garter belt, black stockings, and green high heels, and rubbing her exposed, shaved and neatly-trimmed pussy, still watching the video. Samantha knew that Rick loved this outfit, because it went with her beautiful, green eyes, and dark brown (almost black), shoulder-length hair. "Everything's set up. Are you enjoying the video?", he asked, grinning.
Rick was admiring Samantha's still gorgeous body, as they both worked out, went out dancing (quite frequently), ran together, and played tennis and volleyball. In fact, Samantha was on the women's volleyball team in college, where they first met. He had just come from wrestling practice, and had noticed her, standing among a few of her teammates, on the gymnasium court, and was immediately attracted to her. He had been a three-sport athlete in high school, lettering in wrestling, football, and basketball, but he'd found wrestling more to his liking, and he was on scholarship.
Before long, Rick asked Samantha out on a date, and the two clicked. They seemed like the perfect match for each other, and looked good, together. He stood six feet, two inches, and she was five feet, ten inches tall. His hair was dark, like hers, but his eyes were a deep blue. They continued the relationship through the remainder of college, and they got married upon graduation. They'd been married for over three years, now, and they both agreed to wait awhile before starting a family until they had gotten their careers going.
"Mmmmmmmm! Uh-huh!", she purred, smiling back. "What took you so long?"
"Oh, you'll see, soon enough!", Rick answered. He led Samantha into the living room, and gave her a little nibble on her earlobe, along the way, with his wet lips and tongue. He'd put red light bulbs into the lamps and soft, romantic music was playing in the boombox. A fire was going in the fireplace, and a chair with a wooden TV tray was sitting next to it, close by. He turned Sam towards him in front of the chair he'd set up for her and pulled her to him. Sliding his hand down her outer thigh, Rick kissed her, deeply, slipping his wet tongue past her inviting lips, and explored her eager mouth. Her tongue entered his own mouth, and he grinded his hardening cock against Sam's hip as he tasted her sweet tongue, hungrily. Rick's hand moved gently across the front of her thigh and between her legs, and he felt her wet snatch and rubbed.
Stealing Sam's breath into his mouth, Rick broke off their wet, passionate kissing and pushed her, gently backwards, down to her seat. "I have to go change in the bedroom. When I call out, place that other tape, next to the stereo, into it and press play.", he instructed her.
"Okay, but hurry!", she tells him. With that, Samantha noticed the champaign bottle in the ice bucket and filled wine flute on the tray, set up beside her and reached for it. "Mmmmmmmm! Champaign!", she reacts, then takes a sip. Sam's eyes gazed around the room. "Well, THAT'S cute!", she pointed, laughing.
"I thought that was a nice touch.", Rick said, chuckling. What Sam had noticed was some of her stuffed animals, sitting across from her, on the sectional sofa. "I thought they'd enjoy the show, too."
"And you're video-taping this thing you have planned?", she asked, turning and seeing the camera behind her.
"Oh, yes!", he answered. "This will be a gift that keeps on giving!", he laughed. Rick bent over her and gave her one, last soulful kiss before turning. "I'll be right back."
What must have seemed like forever to her finally arrived. "Ready!", Rick yelled. "Hit the music!"
The music started blasting trough the boombox, and Rick ran out in a Santa suit, and immediately started to dance. He was adorned in the suit, plus a red mask, but no beard or wig. In his hands, he held two cans, and he handed one to Samantha and backed up, pointing the can towards her. Silly string flew through the air and was landing all over Samantha. She, at first, held up her hand to block the assault, laughing out loud, but then she retaliated, covering Rick from head to toe. He tossed his can on the sectional, and continued his dance. Mariah Carey was singing:
"I don't want a lot for christmas
There's just one thing I need I don't care about the presents
Underneath the christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for christmas is...
You"
Samantha was eating this up, laughing and drinking her champaign. "WOOW00! GO SANTA!", she yelled above the music.
Rick continued with his dancing, then he kicked off his boots, one at a time. Mariah's song continued:
"I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa claus won't make me happy
With a toy on christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know"
He removed Santa's trousers and unbuttoned Santa's coat while still moving to the music and continued until the end of the song. Samantha was applauding and yelled, "MORE! MORE! TAKE IT ALL OFF, SANTA!"
After a short pause, the music on the tape started in, again. A very strong brass intro started blaring with some keyboard, and then, Tom Jones started to wail:
"Baby, take off your coat...
real slow."
Rick moved close in front of Samantha and started to remove Santa's coat, slowly. The silly string was being pulled off of him, too. When he had removed it, Sam could see that he had a red sequined bow tie on and red suspenders running down his rippled torso, attached to some Christmas boxers. He was wearing red and black socks with Santa faces imprinted on them. She was taking him all in. She loved looking at his body, too, as much as he enjoyed hers, and she was feeling aroused at the thought of what was to follow. She took a final sip of the champaign and poured another. She wanted the buzz from the champaign to match the buzz in her already wet pussy. "Oh, baby! Mmmmmmm!", she uttered as she wet her lips with her tongue. She took a sip and watched as Rick gyrated in front of her, removing more of the string, but never missing a beat. Sam picked off the silly string that was on her, too, as she watched, intently.
Rick began to remove his suspenders, seductively, then skillfully removed his boxers, revealing a red sequined thong. Sam was surprised at what was in front of the thong. On the front of the thong was two round, silver bells, each about an inch and a half in diameter, suspended from mistletoe. What was beneath his thong interested her even more. He had a tremendous hardon!
He moved in, closer, straddling her lap and peering down at her through the mask, with his Santa hat still perched on his head. His hips thrusted, back and forth, at her, jingling the bells on his thong (he'd later tell her they were his "jingle balls"). He took Samantha's drink from her hand, raised the wine flute to his lips, and through his head back, gulping the rest of what she had, then he flung the glass into the fireplace, shattering it. Rick turned to his mate, again, and grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on his muscular chest, and he guided her, letting her feel his hard nipples, sliding them down his sixpack, past his hips, rubbing his powerful thighs, then allowing her hands to cling to his tight buns as he continued to bump and grind to the music:
