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A Special Gift for Christmas - A Holiday Story
	by The Technician

Romance, Anal

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Wife and Husband Give Special Christmas / Anniversary Gifts.

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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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
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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.

She stopped crying and started to smile. Then she picked up her phone
and texted him, "Make sure you stay in the motel you said you would
tonight. I will meet you in the lounge there at 8:00. My inner slut
has a special early Christmas / Anniversary gift for you... and it
isn't going to cost any money." She knew that he would read the text
when he stopped for lunch.

She then went back to her computer and went out to some of the anal
sex websites that Dave occasionally visited to study what to do. It
was pretty obvious how it was done, but she already more or less knew
that. She did learn that she needed to have the proper lube and that
she needed to be stretched out properly before he entered her or it
could be very painful.

A quick check on another site showed her that the lube was very cheap
and even available at the local WalMart. The only cost would be the
gas to drive her car the 160 miles to the motel and then back. She
figured that she had enough change in the coin jar on the kitchen
counter to cover one tank of gas.

She spent the rest of the afternoon planning. She wanted this to be
special, but at the same time, she wanted it to be clear that is was
most likely a one-time thing. She had told Dave that her inner slut
was giving him this gift. It wasn't really her, it was her inner slut,
so she decided that it shouldn't look like her. Julie, a good friend
of hers who lived down the street, was the drama teacher at the local
high school. Mary called her and explained the situation.

She didn't explain the whole situation. She merely said that she
wanted to surprise her husband at his motel and wanted to not look
exactly like herself. "Oh," Julie said with a laugh. "A little fantasy
sex-with-another-woman night while he's on the road."

Mary blushed when she said that. It wasn't exactly the case, but Julie
was close enough to the truth to understand what Mary wanted. Some
judiciously applied makeup, a long black wig, some brown
no-prescription soft contact lenses, a mouth insert that changed her
voice and slightly extended her lower jaw, and Mary's inner slut was
standing in front of the mirror.

The dress was a little shorter than Mary normally wore and definitely
much tighter. The spike stiletto heels not only changed her height,
they also changed her walk. In order to stay on the tall heels she had
to throw her hips provocatively from side to side as she walked.

`David is going to enjoy this,' she thought to herself as she watched
her image in the large mirror in the hallway of Julie's home. "So am
I... I hope," she added aloud.

She got to the motel around 7:45 and waited outside in her car until
just before 8:00. When she walked into the lounge, David was seated at
the bar. He glanced up slightly as she entered, but then turned back
to his bourbon. His daily per diem was enough to allow him the luxury
of one drink before going to his room and calling Mary for the
evening.

She slid onto the bar stool next to him. "You look lonely," she said.
He looked up at her, but said nothing.

"You also look very sad," she purred, getting into her role as a slut
picking up a man in the bar. "Want to tell me about it?"

David sighed and looked over at her. He stared at her for a really
long time, but said nothing.  'I must look totally different to him
tonight,' she thought to herself.

Finally he began, "There isn't much to tell." He took a very small sip
of his drink. "Today has been the lousiest day of my life." He beat
his fist softly against the top of the bar. "All I needed was one
lousy sale." He sighed again. "It didn't even have to be a big sale.
An early re-order would have done it. I would have been in the second
tier for bonuses."

He took a another sip of his drink and looked at Mary over the glass.
"But noooooooo, he said. Everyone is trying get their internal stock
down for end-of-year inventories." He lowered the glass, "What good
does it do to offer an 8% discount when they are going to be paying at
least 12% tax on their stock on hand?"

"I could have bought her that coat she's been looking at every time we
walk downtown." he said as he set his empty glass down on the bar.
"But now it's going to be just perfume and chocolates."

He looked over at her and finished with, "Like I said, the lousiest
day of my life."

As he started to get up, she took his hand and said, "I could make you
feel a lot better, and it won't cost you anything."

He paused and looked her very strangely. "If there was ever a day that
I would be tempted to take you up on that, this is the day.  But I'm a
married man with a lovely wife that I haven't cheated on since our
first date. I'm not going to start now. You're beautiful, and you even
look a lot like her, but you aren't her and that is enough to stop
me."

Mary knew that her face conveyed her confusion, but she said nothing.

"Tomorrow's our anniversary," he continued, "and I have a sales call
to make in the morning and right after noon I have to stop at another
client to help straighten out some past orders so he can close his
year on time. I won't be home until late afternoon."

He stood facing Mary and said, "I can't even phone her tonight. I left
my phone on the client's desk at my first call this morning. They're
going to mail it back to me, but I won't have it back until the day
after Christmas."

He started to walk away, but then stopped and turned back to face her
and said quietly, "I hope you find what you're looking for tonight,
but it's not me. I'm going back to my room alone and catch up on my
paperwork. Then at least I won't have to be doing that tomorrow
night." With that he nodded a goodbye and walked out of the lounge. 

"He didn't get my texts," Mary said aloud. "He didn't know it was me."

She sat there for several moments trying to decide what to do. Her
thoughts were interrupted by another man at the bar who leaned toward
her and said, "I'm lonely." When she turned to look at him he added,
"You want to share a couple of drinks and talk about how we can help
each other's loneliness?"

She stammered, "No, no, I think I need to leave," and hurried out the
door.

Almost as soon as she got into her car, her phone chirped indicating
an incoming text. It was from David and said, "Can't call you tonight.
Phone problems. Will see you early tomorrow afternoon. I love you."
The text signature indicated that it had been sent through one of
those free internet texting services.

It was several minutes later before Mary pulled out of the parking
lot. Her face was wet with her tears.

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David arrived home a little before four in the afternoon. Mary had the
tree and the few outside lights already lit. As he entered the house,
he could smell the delicious odors of a meal being prepared.

Both Dave and Mary had grown up in families where the Christmas meal
was on Christmas Eve. They continued that tradition so that the
Christmas Eve meal would also be a celebration of their anniversary.
As he went into the kitchen, Mary said, "I waited until this morning
to buy a small turkey. They were half-price. And I made the pie myself
with apples that were almost nothing because they looked so bad... but
they were perfect for a pie."

She was wiping off her hands as she spoke and as soon as she had set
down the towel, she launched herself at Dave and flung her hands
around his neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," she
said as she repeatedly kissed him.

"I love you, too," he answered and kissed her back. Then he turned
slightly dour and said, "But I didn't make any sales yesterday or
today" He shook his head, "That means no second-tier bonus."

"But you met your sales calls quota," she replied with a smile. "That
means you still have your job. And the first-tier bonus will pay off
our outstanding debts."

"But no special gifts for Christmas," he said. The disappointment in
his voice was obvious.

"We have each other," she replied. "Why don't you go clean up and sort
things out in your office. We'll be eating around six."

He took a shower and changed, but he was caught up on his paperwork,
so he didn't have to stop in his study. Instead he came back to the
kitchen and offered to help. Mary told him he could help best by
staying out of the way, so he sat and watched Mary as she finished the
preparations for their meal. She seemed unusually happy tonight.

A few minutes before six she said, "Would you light the candles,
honey?" and Dave rummaged through the proper drawer to find a lighter.
The candles were starting to get a little short. They were originally
from the head table at their wedding reception and had been lit each
Christmas Eve for the past five years.

Mary set the turkey and fixings on the table. The first year, she had
allowed David to carve the turkey. It was a disaster. Since then, she
prepared the slices herself at the counter and brought them to the
table on a platter.

"Can you believe it's been five years?" she asked after they were both
seated at the table.

"A toast," he replied and raised his wine glass. Then he said, "May
the bride and groom find the riches they seek, the happiness they
desire, and the love they deserve." He clinked his glass against hers
and took a sip of the wine. That was the best man's toast at their
reception. Dave repeated it on Christmas Eve each year.

"Aren't the bride and groom supposed to kiss after the toast?" Mary
said with a smile.

"I believe they are," he answered and leaned across the table to meet
her lips. Her mouth seemed unusually warm and he pressed tighter
against her.

"Save something for the honeymoon," she replied with a laugh and sat
back into her seat.

They ate slowly. Bites of food were interspersed with recollections of
their wedding. All of her bridesmaids were now married. All but one
had children. That thought caused a moment of silence as both
struggled with what to say. Finally Dave said, "Soon. Regardless of
what else happens, by this time next year, we'll be trying for our
first child."

It was almost nine before they finished eating. Mary told Dave, "Now
you can help me. We'll clean up the kitchen, I'll get changed, and
then we'll sit in front of the fire until midnight."

That was another of their traditions. Since they had been in the
house, each Christmas Eve, David would build a fire in the fireplace
and they would cuddle on the couch watching the fire and the tree.

Mary was one of those cooks who cleaned things as she went along, so
it took practically no time at all to put the kitchen in order. "Why
don't you take our wine glasses into the living room while I slip into
something a little more comfortable?" She told him as she slid her
hands across his chin. 

David did as Mary had suggested and a few minutes later, she came into
the living room. David had expected her to slip into a pair of
sweatpants as he had done, and as she normally did when they sat
around in the living room. But instead she was wearing her honeymoon
nightie.

The nightie was short, ending about half way down her ass. It was a
white gauzy mesh with a two-inch white satin border across the bottom
and up the middle. In the dim light of the tree and the fireplace it
almost looked like the satin ribbon was floating on its own. A white
satin thong completed the ensemble. There was supposed to be a small,
matching white satin bra, but Mary had not worn it on their honeymoon
and felt no need to wear it now.

She snuggle alongside him on the couch. He put his arm around her and
pulled her close. They sat in silence watching the fire for a long
time. Dave's hand was making slow swirls on Mary's waist. Shortly
after the little clock on the mantle chimed ten, his hand moved up
slightly and started stroking the side of her breast.

"We always wait until after midnight to open our presents," she said
quietly.

"Oh, are you one of my Christmas presents," he replied.

"Maybe," she said with a smile, and then snuggled more tightly into
his chest.

Around eleven, Dave said he was going to take their wine glasses into
the kitchen for a refill. He also made a stop in the bathroom. He
returned with two full glasses. It was starting to snow and they both
stood at the front window watching the large, wet flakes cover the
grass and trees.

Finally the clock chimed midnight. "Time to open out gifts," he said.
And they returned to the couch. It didn't take long to open the four
packages. Mary gave Dave a quick kiss on the cheek with each of the
packages she opened.

"I have one more gift for you," Mary said quietly. Dave started to say
something, but she put a finger on his lips and said, "Shhhh. It
didn't cost much at all, but I'm sure you'll like it."

She reached under the couch and brought up a small wrapped package.
She stood up to hand it to him and said, "I'll be waiting for you in
the bedroom while you open this." Then she walked up the hallway to
their bedroom.

David looked down at the small package in his hands. He was confused
by Mary's behavior and truly had no idea what might be in the package.
He peeled the colorful paper aside to reveal a white tube, similar to
a tube of toothpaste, but thicker and much shorter. He turned it over
so he could read the label. It was a generic intimate lube.

He looked down at the bedroom door, which was partly closed. Did this
mean what he thought it meant?

He hurried into the bedroom. Mary was standing beside the bed looking
a little nervous. "According to the websites," she said, "you have to
go very slow the first time.  And you need to stretch me out with your
fingers first so it won't hurt as much."

He walked to her side and took her into his arms. Their kiss was
intense. Their lips were burning. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
he asked breathlessly.

"No... yes..." she answered. "I mean, I'm a little anxious about it,
but I want to do it... for you... as a special Christmas gift."

Dave wanted to say that he didn't have anything special to give her in
return. But she turned in his arms and pressed herself against him.
Her asscheeks were rubbing against the fabric of his thin sweatpants.
It was going to take all his willpower and effort just to go slowly.

Mary had already pulled the covers from the bed. She reached her hands
behind her and pulled at his sweatpants. When she couldn't move them,
she turned and faced him. She kissed him firmly while she began to
slide the pants down his legs. She broke the kiss so that she could
push them past his knees. She was tempted to kiss his manhood on the
way past, but decided that would detract both of them from the gift
she was giving.

When she stood back up, Dave had already removed his shirt. He pulled
her close to him and pressed her tightly against himself. His hands
were firmly on her asscheeks. "Remember to go slow," she said quietly.
She was surprised how her body was responding. Her fear was fading
into the background and her desire was taking over.

Suddenly something felt cool on her asscheek. David had squeezed a
drop of the lubricant onto his hand and was now rubbing it over the
globe of her ass. Soon both hands were sliding over her asscheeks,
kneading them and sliding up through her crack. He had not yet
attempted to enter her at all with his fingers.

Another coolness as a large glob of lubricant was dropped onto the top
of her crack. His hand slid over the lubricant, pushing it down
between her legs. He turned her slightly and his other hand moved to
her front. His hand was slick with the lubricant, but became even
slicker with her juices as he ran his fingers through her slit. She
gasped as he slid over her clit.

Her knees buckled slightly and he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "I
think we need to move onto the bed."

He climbed onto the bed and remained kneeling. He pulled her over next
to him. She also remained on her knees. His tongue was probing her
mouth. One hand was rubbing her sex. The other hand was sliding
through the crack of her ass. Mary heard herself moan and felt her
body thrust forward against David's hand.

Then a finger entered her. She thought it would hurt. She was afraid
that she was not going to be able to relax her sphincter, but the
finger slid in easily. Dave pumped that lone digit in and out of her
while he pushed three fingers into her cunt. She felt herself becoming
more aroused, both by the hand on her front and the finger in her
rear.

He pulled out of her front and back, and she felt empty. Then she felt
two fingers pushing against her back hole. She pushed back against his
hand and the fingers slid easily into to her. She could feel herself
stretch slightly. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it wasn't
painful. As she stretched, the discomfort slowly faded, or perhaps it
was lost in the rising passion as Dave continued to massage her front.

She could feel the passion rising within her. This was the point where
she would normally position herself so that David could enter her.
Without realizing that she had done so, she found herself on her
elbows and knees with her ass thrust upward to receive him.

Dave moved around her and once again squirted lube into the crack of
her ass. He also squirted some onto his penis and did a few quick
strokes with his hand to spread it thoroughly over his engorged
member.

Three fingers were now inside her from the rear and at least three
from the front. Mary could hear herself grunting and moaning. "Now!"
she heard herself saying. "Now, Dave, I'm ready. Do it. Fuck me in the
ass!"

Her voice surprised her. She never talked dirty during sex. But at the
same time, her own words acted to take her higher. It was her inner
slut talking to her and telling her to let go. "Fuck me in the ass!"
she screamed again and pushed hard back against Dave's hand.

He pulled his hand away and positioned himself against her. The tip of
his prick was pressing against her rosebud. He started moving slowing
in and out against her, each time pushing his prick slightly farther
into her ass.

She could feel herself stretching, but there was no pain. She found
herself pushing back against him as he thrust forward. Then suddenly
her sphincter relaxed and allowed him entrance. She felt the glans
push past the opening and she pushed hard backwards to drive the rest
of his penis into her bowels.

Dave stopped and did not move at all. Mary cried out a mixture of a
moan and the word "Noooo." She felt David tense and knew that he was
fearing that he had hurt her. "No, don't stop." she cried out. "Don't
stop. I want this." Again she heard her inner slut crying out, "Fuck
me in the ass," and she began bucking back against David's front.

Dave began moving in strong, slow, strokes, pulling out until the
glans of his prick was just at the opening and then thrusting forward
until his abdomen slammed against Mary's ass and his balls swung up
and hit against her cunt. Mary was grunting and moaning in time with
his movements.

Soon David joined Mary in her grunts and moans until suddenly she
threw her arms out and fell forward onto the bed, pulling him down on
top of her. She exploded in a tremendous orgasm and writhed and
squirmed beneath him as he thrust one more time and erupted in her.

He continued to kiss the back of her neck as their breathing slowly
returned to normal. He pulled back slowly until, with a quiet pop, his
prick slid free of her ass. He lay on his back on the bed and pulled
her over onto his chest. She buried her face in his neck as he lay
there stroking her back and sliding his hands over her still slippery
asscheeks.

"Merry Christmas," she said softly in his ear.

"Happy Anniversary," he answered.

                                            ***

She was still on his chest when she awoke on Christmas morning. When
she looked up at him, Dave was already awake. She smiled at him and
asked, "Did you enjoy your special Christmas present?"

He smiled back as he said, "Yes. Very much," but then the smile
vanished and he said, "But I didn't get you anything special."

"Yes, you did," she replied. "You gave me one of the best gifts that a
wife can ever get from a husband." Then she smiled, almost a laugh,
and said, "And you didn't even know that you were giving it to me."

"I don't understand," he said. Confusion was obvious on his face.

"You will," she said. "Tomorrow when you get your phone back, you will
understand."

She laughed again and said, "And someday, we will have to figure out
how to explain to our children that our fifth anniversary Christmas
presents for each other cost almost nothing, but were the most special
Christmas gifts that we could ever give."

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