My wife and I are both Marines. I am twenty-six, and she is twenty seven. I was wounded six months ago by an IED and am healing at home on detached duty. I am now finishing therapy and learning to use my leg again. She is still on active duty and just re-enlisted for another four years. She serves with a transportation unit in Afghanistan, and it is her second deployment. I am so proud of her for her service to our country, and I love her completely.
When we left community college, where we met, we both decided to join the Marines. Being from military families, it seemed the thing to do. It was mostly all we knew. We married just after boot camp fully realizing that married military couples could be separated for long periods of time. I just never thought about Christmas as one of those times.
Christmas has always been the most difficult holiday for me. It's a lonely time of year when you have no family around. I was an only child and then lost both my mother and father before I was fifteen years old. My grandmother raised me, and though she loved me and did everything she could, Christmas wasn't the same without my parents.
After I had met Dani, Christmas became my favorite time of year. For every Christmas since we had known each other, and up to this year, we were together. Christmas Eve was always a very special romantic evening for us, and after our marriage it got even better. The evening usually included a nice dinner with a fine wine, making out before the fire until we were both totally aroused and mostly undressed, and then erotic sexual couplings in the bedroom until well into the morning hours when Santa should be arriving.
This year it all flooded back. I was sitting in the living room of our base housing condo sipping a bottle of beer and staring into the fire. I had tried to Skype Dani earlier but got no response. That pissed me off because we had a date to talk, and I hoped to masturbate together with her as the best sex we could expect to have this Christmas. Skype masturbation sessions with her the past months had kept my spirits up through the period of healing for my leg.
Not that these sessions were my only masturbation episodes. I followed a porn site that fantasized about women in the military, especially Israeli women with their raven hair and pussies. Dani's hair was totally black and had a sheen so exquisite. She used to wrap it around my cock and slowly stroke me until the precum would leak like a faucet and then get on top of me and pound her pussy onto my huge erection. The young Israeli female soldiers became my surrogate wife, fucking me in my fantasy.
My gloom was deepening. I thought about another beer but dismissed that as a bad idea. Since my injury and all the pain medications I had to take, alcohol caused me dizziness problems. The thought of hobbling upstairs to our bedroom, getting undressed and jerking off by myself was depressing.
The front doorbell rang. I looked at the clock on the mantle, and it was just 8:00 pm. Who the hell was this on Christmas Eve? All the neighbors were either away visiting family or deployed leaving empty homes behind. I grabbed my cane and walked to the door swinging my right leg along. Opening the door, I saw a tall young man in what looked like an old-fashioned chauffeurs uniform.
"Good evening, sir. Are you John Watson?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm to deliver two Christmas gifts here this evening from Sgt. Dani Watson, USMC, on deployment somewhere in the Middle East. Here is the first package and my instructions are to wait in my car until you have opened it and followed the directions on this CD. Then I am to deliver the second gift. He handed me a disk in a CD case on which a heart was pasted and a greeting written on it, "Hello lover. My gift to you." It was signed Dani.
"Sure, uh, okay," I said and retreated to the CD player in the living room, slipped the disk into it and sat down. Dani had made a video for me. She sat on a chair dressed in her field uniform.
"Hello, my dearest husband! I love you so much, and I hate being here without you this year. Of all the years, this is the worst because after your physical loss, I wanted to be your physical gift this year, fuck your brains out and look into your eyes while doing it. To make love to your most gorgeous cock and to have you swallow my pussy juices. My love for you is so intense at times I have to push my fingers into my pussy, even on duty. My pants get soaking wet just remembering your beautiful cock."
"I was going to masturbate on this video and then thought 'No way. That does nothing for you except get you to fill your hand with cum. There's a better solution for my man, one he'll always remember', so with the help of my accomplice, someone dear and loyal to me; you will receive a gift from my heart. You have my total and complete blessing to enjoy my gift to you for as long as you like but no later than the day after Christmas. I want you in good shape when I get home in February with a huge load of cum to spew onto my body so I can rub it in and taste your seed on my fingers. Your loving wife and soul mate forever. Merry Christmas! Dani."
She leaned forward, pulled open her uniform top and pushed her bra-less tits out to the camera and puckered her lips, slipping her tongue over them seductively.
The view faded to the last screen and a sign, "Call the driver back for your surprise gift. Remember it is all yours my love for a night you'll never forget."
My cock was rock hard. What gift could match her body, her tits smashed up against me while I plumbed her depths with my tool, digging and shaping her channel to a perfect fit for her body? I wanted to watch the CD again and cum all over my belly. But now for the second gift.
I went to the front door and the guy must have been peering intently up the steps to the condo door because he quickly stepped out of the car, came around and opened the back door of the black limo. A tall woman dressed in a skimpy Santa costume emerged and walked up the steps with him.
"Sir here is your second gift from Sgt. Watson. Sign here please." I was so dumbfounded I dropped the pen. He stooped and picked it up, and I scribbled my initials, he tipped his hat and turned to leave.
"May I come in Johnny?"
"Uh sure, uh, who, uh..." I stammered.
