Their fifth anniversary was Christmas Eve. What can two economically struggling young people give each other for such a special Christmas when they can't afford any "special presents?"
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It had not been a good year for the Albrights. When they were married on Christmas Eve day five years ago, their plan had been to have a house by their third anniversary and a family by their fifth. It was coming up on their fifth anniversary but things were not going as planned.
They had been married for only a little over two years when they bought the house. It seemed like they were going to be ahead of their planned schedule, but the ink was barely dry on the contracts when the local factory closed.
Neither Mary nor David worked at the factory, but the loss of almost 400 jobs in a small, Midwestern town was devastating. Much of downtown was now empty. And, of course, with the implosion of the local economy, the price of homes fell drastically, leaving them about 40% "under water" on their mortgage.
Over the next year many other businesses closed or moved away. The office where Mary was a junior accountant laid off half of their staff-- including Mary. She would have taken almost any job to bring in some extra money, but there were no jobs available anywhere in the area.
David was a salesman with a large territory, so his job was relatively secure, but the factory had been a major client, so income from the territory fell considerably. In fact, it dropped so badly that the area formerly covered by three sales people was now covered by two.
When the other salesperson left, Dave got most of his territory. That helped somewhat with the income, but it meant that he could no longer homebase out of his house every night and would have to stay at motels several days of the week. With what he could now make, they were barely scraping by. Mary found occasional temp jobs, but the money from them usually went to catch up bills that slowly accumulated.
As Christmas, and their anniversary, approached, David and Mary agreed that they would limit themselves to only two gifts for each other. "No special gifts," David told Mary. "We just can't afford it this year."
"No special gifts," Mary agreed. "Only two gifts from each of us."
She knew that she had to keep to that promise, but that meant that the Christmas tree would be very bare this year. It was not an especially joyous time as Christmas approached. Then, on top of everything else, the district sales manager ordered an "end of the year selling blitz."
The idea was simple. In an attempt to end the year with slightly better sales, all sales people were to make personal calls on all of their accounts in the two weeks before Christmas. Tiered bonuses awaited those who met certain sales goals. Termination faced those who did not meet the minimum goals. This was not an optional effort.
For most of the sales staff, it meant a dozen or so extra calls that could easily be fitted in during the first week. For Dave, who now had the largest territory in the company and multitudes of small accounts, it meant being on the road for most of the two weeks leading up to Christmas. He called Mary each night and texted her several times each day, but it was still very hard on both of them.
On December 22nd, David broke the news that he would have to make calls all day the next day and even had one call scheduled for first thing on December 24th. "Their office closes at noon," he explained, "but the office manger will see me. I am sure there is no sale there, but it will mean that I have visited every one of my accounts."
Then his voice brightened, "And if I can make just one sale tomorrow, I will get into the second tier of the bonuses. First tier isn't much and we need it to catch up the bills, but if I get into second tier, I will buy you something special for Christmas."
Mary wished him good luck and said she would talk to him again tomorrow night, but as she closed out the call, she broke into tears. She knew her husband was a very good salesman and would probably get that one sale that he needed. But if he did, he would be able to get her something special and she would still be stuck with giving him a tie and a couple of crazy T-shirts to wear on his days off.
She did not sleep well that night. She spent most of the morning sitting in the living room staring at the four small packages beneath the tree. She knew what was in all four of them. Two of them were the tie and T-shirts which she had bought for Dave. The other two were perfume and chocolates that Dave had bought for her.
Dave wasn't very inventive when it came to gifts. But he knew which perfume was her favorite and that she truly loved those big balls of chocolate shaped like oranges. The combination of the shape and the slight orange flavoring was absolute heaven for her. One of Dave's gifts for her was the right size for her perfume. The other was definitely the square box that held a chocolate orange.
As she stared at the tree with tears in her eyes, she said aloud to herself, "If there was only something really special that wouldn't cost anything." She sat crying for a few minutes and then she realized that there was a gift that she could give that wouldn't cost anything. At least, it wouldn't cost any money.
Early in their marriage, David had asked her if they could try anal sex. Mary was willing to try any position for "normal sex," and she was willing to give an occasional blow job. In fact, sometimes she actually enjoyed giving or receiving oral sex. But her ass was virgin and she intended to keep it that way.
The second time that Dave asked about anal sex, she told him that she could never do that and if he loved her he would never ask again. He said, "OK," and, true to his word, never asked again. But she knew that he was still interested because he would occasionally visit websites that featured anal sex.
She knew what websites he visited because Dave was careless about deleting his browser history and Mary often used the history tab to get back to various sites that she had visited during the day. Sometimes she would have to go back to previous days, and that is when Dave's sites became visible.
