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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 & Fender. His mom Domino (she was from France) drove the newspaper truck and dropped off bundles of newspapers at stores, and at the paperboy's paper boxes. They taught Chester to work with his hands as well as his head, and to listen to his heart, but to
think
. Hearts can't think for you and are often wrong.
Marissa's parents were a funny, joyful couple. Her dad, Jim Smith, worked for the Village Department of Public Works, doing things like filling potholes, painting lines on the roads, and driving the snowplow. Her mother, Jenny Smith, was a cook at the elementary school cafeteria. Their house was always full of laughter and Jim always came home with a joke for Jenny, and Jenny always had a humorous quote from one of her 'customers.' Jenny Smith was her mother's maiden name. Jim and Jenny Smith were not related as far as anyone could tell, but Jenny tells everyone that she kept her maiden name. They taught Marissa that in life you always have two options: to laugh or to cry, and laughing never hurts.
It was known that they would be married; 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 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 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.
