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This was my third Christmas Eve as a widower and it was the coldest on record. That night, the wind howled as the snow storm intensified and the drifting snow began to pile up. I found myself alone, once again in my dark and empty house, and dwelling on the loss of my wife Carol, whom I had been married to for forty years. It was just before she passed, Carol made me promise to continue our tradition of celebrating Christmas.

Carol’s death had taken its toll on me, I had become withdrawn and kept to myself as I spiraled into the darkest depths of loneliness and depression. I could not carry on our Christmas tradition, and without Carol, there was an emptiness I had never felt before.

The night started out the same as the previous two Christmas Eve nights, no decorations or tree. I went to the kitchen and popped a frozen dinner in the microwave. I went to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Dewar’s scotch.

Heading into the family room with dinner and drink in tow, I sat in my recliner. Turning on the lamp next to me, I took a big swig of whiskey and then inhaled the dinner. I turned on the television, surfing the channels to find something to watch that had nothing to do with Christmas.

I settled on watching the twenty-four hour news channel and before you could say mistletoe, I had polished off the whiskey bottle. Stumbling out of the chair, I staggered my way to the liquor cabinet and took out another bottle of Dewar’s scotch.

Settling back in my chair, I took a big swig from the bottle and that was the last thing I remembered. At some point in the evening, I was startled by what felt like a hand gently stroking my cheek. I noticed the room was dark and reached over to turn on the lamp, only to discover it would not come on. Instead, a soft glow emanated from the corner of the room with just enough light so one could make out shapes.

I saw what appeared to be an apparition standing beside me. My eyes slowly began to adjust to the light, and the apparition took the form of an angel.

“C…C…Carol?”

“Yes.”

“B…b…but.”

“Shhh.”

This angel which I was still could not believe was Carol, floated over me and was now straddling my thighs. My angel took her hand and slipped the strap from her shoulder as she folded her wings. Taking my hands in hers, we pulled the material from her ample bosom. The smooth alabaster skin of my angel's bosom came into view.

My angel slipped her hands from mine as I rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. I was not sure if what was happening was real or a hallucination brought on by my intoxicated state. Though when I felt my angel's hands release my cock from the boxer shorts, it sure felt real. The soft hands brought my manhood to its full hardness. Taking my hands, I rubbed and kneaded my angel's breasts. Her hand slid up and down the pulsating shaft as my angel fondled my scrotum.

I was about to come, when my angel suddenly stopped and squeezed my shaft, delaying my orgasm. She smiled as she moved down between my parted legs and took my cock deep in her mouth. My angel swirled her tongue around my shaft up to the circumcised head and back down to my scrotum. Sucking on one ball and then the other while stroking my shaft and cock head.

"Ooohhh, I'm coming!"

My angel squeezed my shaft with her hand, once again delaying my orgasm. When she was satisfied that I was not going to come, my angel straddled herself above my cock and slowly lowered herself down.

“Oh yes, Robert!” My angel groaned out as she slowly slid her pussy down my cock.

“Oh yes, Carol!” I groaned out as my angel rode my cock.

My hands held onto my angel’s slender hips as she gyrated in all directions, edging me closer and closer to orgasm.

“I…I..I’m coming!”

My angel laid on top of me as we continued moving in unison, kissing me with a passion I long forgot. I wrapped my arms around her, holding tight and felt my angel’s nipples pressed against my chest.

With one last thrust, I felt my seed fill my angel’s pussy as her body shuddered in orgasm. I held her in my arms, not wanting to let go and she whispered in my ear, “Merry Christmas, Robert.”

oOo

The next morning, I woke up in my bed and realized it was Christmas day. Laying there, I tried to piece together last night’s events and decided it was all a dream. That is until I noticed a large white feather at the foot of the bed.

Quickly dressing, I went downstairs and could not believe my eyes. The Christmas decorations that Carol and I used to put up were all in their place along with a real tree. The smell of food filled the air and upon entering the kitchen, I saw more food than I could eat.

Looking out the window, the street and sidewalk were clear of snow from the storm. The church bells rang and for the first time in three years, I felt what had been missing.

There was a note on the small table by the door, it reads…”Go to the workshop.”

Going out back, I enter my workshop and there before me are wooden toys that my wife and I made every year for those children who would not receive any gifts at Christmas. The only thing, there were no wooden toys made the last three years.

I closed the door and walked to church, wishing everyone I saw a Merry Christmas. When the service ended, I went to dip my fingers in the holy water on the way out and accidentally bumped a woman’s hand. I felt something in that touch as I looked to see who it was.

“Excuse me miss, I should be more careful.”

“It’s quite alright, and you may call me Carol.”

“Well, Carol, you can call me Robert.”

We both looked at each other and blurted out at the same time…”Have we met before?”

“We may have a long time ago, Carol.”

“I feel the same, Robert.”

“I just moved into the neighborhood last month, Robert and have never seen you before.”

“It’s a long story, Carol.”

Just at that moment, a number of my neighbors came over and wished us a Merry Christmas. I asked if they would help me with handing out the wooden toys in my workshop to the children in the local hospital and shelter.

They all said yes, even Carol. Afterward, I told them I was having an open house and they were all invited. It was nice to have people over, everybody was happy to see the old me again.

When the last of the guests left, Carol volunteered to stay and help with the cleanup. Entering the dining room, I noticed Carol was standing under the mistletoe. Walking over, I took Carol in my arms and kissed her.

The kiss quickly grew heated and passionate. I swept Carol up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. We stopped for a moment and looked at each other.

“Make love to me, Robert.”

That was the moment I had thought would never happen.

I did tell Carol what had happened Christmas Eve night. She listened and was understanding, but when I finished, I thought I saw a knowing twinkle in her eye, or was that my imagination?

Either way, I never forgot that Yuletide, nor did Carol.

 

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

 

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Copyright ©2015 All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author, Banes1.

 

 

 

 

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A Christmas Sex Party        My wife of ten years is the sales rep for a plastic whole sale company.  She sells recycled raw product to factories and manufacturing companies in a fairly large region including the east coast and into the mid-east states.  Using email and a phone she is able to do a lot of her work from an office in our home.   This allows her to be at home most days to spend quality time with our two kids, Mat 6 and Jessie 4.  To maintain personal contact with most of her...

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Christmas Angel

Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn't the same, because her husband divorced her...

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Christmas SurpriseChapter 2

We made a pit stop at the sandwich shop and then caught a taxi. I took her to Fashion Valley Center. She looked a bit nervous when she saw how everyone else was dressed. I was wearing the same comfortable polo shirt and jeans that I'd been wearing when she met me. Seeing that she was nervous I led her into Nordstrom's and then into the women's clothing section where I located a sales attendant. "Hi Barbara. My name is Rich and this is my friend Lynn." "Hi Rich, Lynn, it's a pleasure...

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Christmas CheerChapter 7

The day of Christmas Eve was quiet and low-key. I think both of us were a little worn out by the constant activity of the previous week and glad to have a restful day at home. I spent some time puttering on the computer--no dire emails this time, thank goodness!--and caught up a bit on the novel I was reading. I found a few moments to wrap the St. Christopher medallion I'd bought Mike at the street fair, smiling as I remembered dancing in the square and kissing under the mistletoe. Had it...

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Christmas Angel

“Elfi,” a male voice barked, directly to my left. I winced as the sound exploded against my eardrums, and angry flecks of saliva slapped against my cheek. “Get back to fucking work. Now!”If that sounded harsh written in English, let me tell you it actually made my skull vibrate in the original German. German is a perfect language for shouting.The words came from my boss, Klaus Richter, Head of Entertainment at the Christmas market in Berlin, where I worked. My muscles tensed, my hands started...

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Christmas Wish

This work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission. This is a sequel to 'Christmas Star'. Christmas Wish By Paul G Jutras "Today's the day!" Collen James called out to her sister Jennifer. Colleen couldn't believe that just a year ago, she was Jennifer's brother Carl who had been transformed when they had made wishes upon the Christmas tree star for him to be more like her. Both of them now were...

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Christmas Present for Sam

"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...

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Christmas Comes Early

Keeping things fresh after 10 years of marriage is difficult. It was a fact that our sex life had been on the wane for quite a while before Amy came along, Amy being my husband’s 23 year-old girlfriend. I must admit that I laughed in his face and told him that he must be delusional when he claimed that our beautiful blonde neighbour had propositioned him for sex; the sudden spark we found in the bedroom meant I had played along with his supposed-fantasies and I had been trapped by the truth...

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Christmas fantasy about my wife

We area mature coupe, I am 66 and my wife is 60 works out is in good shape and most people guess her to be in her 40s. I am not well endowed and now at my age seldom get hard. My wife has confessed that she has fantasies about younger hung black men and I have encouraged her to act them out, but as far as I know she has refused to do so. Here is my fantasy about what happens on Christmas. We live in a rural lake community not far from a few large truckstops. I suggest to her there are probably...

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Christmas Market Boy

Maybe it was how free the boy was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Bamberg, Germany, beerhall, with him touching them and they touching him and patting his bottom as he passed. Despite the close quarters and the hands-on flirting, the boy was managing to swing up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as big as he did in his short-legged leather lederhosen despite it being in the middle of December. He looked...

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Christmas Blessings

I’ve had so many emails asking me to please repost this story. So to all of you who loved it, here you go. Thanks so much for the emails and the wonderful comments. * * * ‘Please God, can my mommy come home and visit for Christmas?’ The words, uttered in the sweetest voice of the curly haired blonde little girl, tore at her father’s heart. Nathan could feel a thickness in the back of his throat and tears mist in his eyes as he stared at his youngest daughter kneeling beside her bed staring...

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Christmas Eve

I guess my problem started during Christmas vaca- tion when I was 18. My parents were on a two week second honeymoon in France, and my Aunt Jill had agreed to take care of our rather large house and of me. Jill, who was 28 at the time, was still recovering from the shock of losing her husband in an automobile accident, so I was skeptical about my chances of having a merry Christmas in the midst of so much gloom. To my great surprise, though, Jill's spirits were high, and the two days before...

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Christmas Gifts pt 1

The first half of his college freshman year was the most sexually frustrating period of Luke Gerard's life. He was tall, handsome with his mother's blue eyes and his dad's dusty blonde hair, and had taken a baseball scholarship at Brown University. All of these factors lined up to get him laid, and he had still been dumb enough to try the long distance think with his high school sweetheart Kelly Gibbons. So he had resisted. He had been faithful. And he hadn't been home three hours before she...

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