On a whim, Pamela had gotten her husband, Derek, a cheeky little game to spice up their sex life. She didn't really do any in-depth research about it, but she was excited for him to open it on their 10th anniversary tonight. Their three kids and demanding jobs really had a dampening effect on their bedroom activities. As a project manager in advertising for a major firm, Pamela often worked into the early evening trying to match the schedule of her younger team members to maintain a sense of camaraderie with them. Recently, they had become comfortable discussing their sex lives with her. She would run through the conversations in her head n her drive home, and lately it had really put her in the mood for "more."

Derek worked as an HVAC contractor, which meant that most of his days were spent in buildings without power, either in the heat of the southern Georgia summer or the bitter cold of winter. His hands were always nicked and bruised when he got home, but his desire for Pamela never suffered. He was coming home early today, and Pamela hoped he would still have plenty of energy left for the "extracurricular activities" she had planned for him. She was looking forward to some quality time alone, since the kids were spending the night with her parents.

Derek pulled into the driveway, thinking about how to help his wife shed the day's baggage to make room for the evening's potential. As he stepped over the threshold and closed the door, he was met with quite a welcome surprise. Pamela was standing in the entry wearing nothing but a bathrobe that was not tied at the waist. He could just see the inside outline of her cleavage and the roundness of her hip that she had pushed forward, to modestly hide her most private parts while still showing off every inch of her long legs for him.

"Pam, you look . . . delicious," he told her. His eyes ran up from the floor to scan her entire figure. Pam saw this unabashed ogling and blushed slightly.

"Thank you," she said with a sly smile. "I am still getting ready. Ummmm, remind me - what time are our reservations?" She asked.

Derek caught his breath and forced himself to stop fantasizing about having his way with her right now. Once he snapped back to reality (after a curiously long silence), he answered her, "They're at 7, and we have a fifteen-minute grace period. It's only 4:30 now, so you should have more than enough time."

She must have seen the fantasy flicker across his face, because she grinned and replied, "Perfect, then we have time to open gifts first."

Derek's heart was still pounding in his chest from the excitement at imagining bending his wife's naked body over the back of the couch as he told her, "I like that idea! You open yours first."

As they walked into the living room together, Derek took the opportunity to put both his hands on Pamela's waist as she walked in front of him and he brushed himself against her backside. He heard her let out an approving giggle and say, "Oooh! Patience, my dear. You said it yourself - we have plenty of time."

As the two of them sat on the couch next to each other, Derek handed her a small box and a card.

"You know how much I love small boxes!" she said as she slid a finger under the flap to open the card. Derek always seemed to find the sappiest card in the bunch, and this time did not disappoint.

She read the card and looked him in the eyes as she said, "Thank you, that is so sweet!" Unwrapping the small box and pulling off the lid, she saw a gold chain with a trio of inset gems. Each gem was the birthstone of one of their children, and she instantly started to tear up with the sentiment. "It's beautiful, I love it! Will you help me put it on?" she asked.

Pamela turned her back to him and lifted her hair out of the way. Derek took the clasp in one hand and the loop in the other and placed the necklace over her head. As he fastened the clasp, he gently brushed his lips on the nape of her neck, and felt a shiver run up her back. She let out a soft sigh as he lay the bauble on her chest.

"There, now let me have a look," Derek asked. Pamela turned to face him, and Derek drank in the sight of the gems nested perfectly in her cleavage. He involuntarily shifted to allow his steadily growing cock to readjust in its confinement. Pamela let one hand slide down from her necklace to his crotch and hummed as it brushed over his bulge.

"Now, time for yours!" she exclaimed. She could feel the heat building in her chest, and between her legs. Derek read the mushy card and grinned back at her, but he was perplexed by the size of the box she gave him. Usually, he asked her for things like tools that tended to be heavier and bulkier than what he now held.

"I have no idea what this could be," he said to her.

She shot him a sly grin and replied, "I think you are really going to enjoy it."

Derek ripped off the paper and peered into the tiny box. It held a pair of dice and a plastic hourglass timer, but the dice didn't have the normal spots. They were different colors and each side had images on it. He could immediately see images of a hand, a stiff cock, and a tongue (among others) on the blue die. As his eyes moved to the pink die, he spied images of a rounded ass, a pair of lips, and a set of feet.

He was beginning to understand the simple concept. Each partner would take their respective die and roll it. Whatever two images were selected by fate would direct them to the type of sensual pleasure they would be enjoying.

As he rolled the dice around in his palm, Pamela also noticed the pictures, and the image of the rounded backside made her breathing stop. Anal sex was something they had never tried, or for that matter even discussed, but something that had come up in her tawdry conversations at work recently.

After hearing her coworkers talk about how much they enjoyed it and getting some questions answered about the proper way to go about doing it, she was more than curious at this point. She was willing to try it, but she was still quite nervous about how much it might hurt. She told herself that the odds of that happening anyway were 1 in 36 - the same as guessing the exact number at a roulette table. She willed herself to calm down and just let fate decide.

"Well, would you like to play a few rounds before dinner?" She asked him.

He gazed directly into her hazel eyes and slowly nodded, with his mouth agape. He handed her the pink die and playfully said, "No cheating."

His thoughts, however, were lingering on the possibility of trying something that he had only fantasized about. He never even brought it up in the bedroom, because she didn't seem like the naughty-girl type. He was content to keep it rather vanilla and enjoy some oral and missionary, with the occasional doggy-style thrown in to mix it up. He didn't even notice when she dropped the die on the coffee table and it settled. The image of two legs and a stylized "V" showed facing up.

"Oh well," he told himself. Maybe next time. He tossed the blue die onto the glass-topped table, and it showed a tongue.

Pamela giggled with delight and then said, "We can roll again when the timer runs out. I think we have time for three or four turns. I want to make sure you get a proper turn, too."

With that, she flipped over the timer, lay back with her head on the armrest, and spread her legs for him. He cupped her ass in his hands and began to gently lick up and down the length of her slit. Her legs twitched at his touch, and she clenched her ass in his hands as she scooted toward him. Her throat let out a barely audible groan, and he took that as a sign to insert his tongue deep inside her. Derek could feel the wetness slicken her lips as her arousal built.

He heard her exhale in a long, slow breath and knew she was relaxed in his grasp. Comfortable in this knowledge, he knew he could move upward and tease her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. While doing this he, had a devious idea. He moved one hand off the cheek of her bum and inserted a finger into now dripping wet slit. She hummed again with pleasure and he was emboldened to go further.

As he continued, alternately suckling her labia and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, he slowly moved his ring finger toward her backdoor. To his surprise, Pamela lifted her ass up to give him easier access. He didn't put his finger in her ass, but he used the fingertip to press against the opening and he felt her hips buck as she grabbed the back of his head. He heard her breathing quicken, and she pressed his face hard between her legs. He knew she was close to climaxing, and he wanted to take her all the way before the timer ran out. He stole a quick glance to the side and saw that it was about two-thirds gone. It was going to be close but he wasn't going to stop even if time ran out.

He kept his pace steady and random, between licking her swollen lips and running his tongue over her engorged clit. She let out a loud, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" and then yelled more than grunted, "Ungh!" as her hips jerked uncontrollably and a wave of orgasm swept through her body. She bucked her hips, pressed herself into his face, and smeared him with her wetness as she came for him.

When she let her hips fall onto the couch, he knew her clit would be hypersensitive, so he stopped licking and suckling and lightly nibbled on the inside of her thigh. She sighed in relief and looked over just in time to see the last grains of sand fall to the bottom of the timer. Derek had timed it perfectly.

Pamela laughed and sat up on the couch, eyeing the dice. "That was fantastic! Now let's see what's next!" She exclaimed. Derek used his shirt sleeve to wipe her juices from his face and unbuttoned it down the front.

"It's not fair for me to be wearing so many clothes and you with just a robe," he told her.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he slid his arms out of the sleeves, letting it crumple to the floor. "Stand up, please," she said, and he obeyed.

She unclasped his belt and pulled it out of the loops with one quick motion. It made a satisfying rhythmic noise as it left his waist. Her hands were steady as she undid the clasp and slowly unzipped his khakis to allow his now-rigid member to create a tent in his boxers. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. When he looked down he realized how silly he looked in just his underwear and socks.

Giving in to the mood, he sat down on the couch next to her and took off his socks one by one, swinging them around his head and throwing them to the middle of the room like a striptease. She laughed out loud and pulled him toward her for a passionate kiss. The anticipation was too much for her to ignore. She leaned back and picked up the dice. She placed the blue one in his hand and said, "Roll."

In their excitement, they enthusiastically threw their respective die onto the table, clattering them across the surface and onto the floor. The dice collided and then scattered across the floor in opposite directions so that they each saw the other's roll. Derek looked at the pink die, and it showed a hand. Pamela watched the blue land with an image of a foot facing up. She made a quick mental note to automatically veto any feet going into private parts. That was not something she wanted to try. For now, though, she would rub his feet for a few minutes and hope for a better roll the next time.

She could see the disappointment on his face, so she quickly flipped the timer and prayed that the time would move swiftly. To make it a little more stimulating, she removed the robe and bared her full breasts. The cool air caused her to flush, and Derek noticed the goosebumps wash over her upper body. He was exhilarated by her arousal. She reached forward and pushed him back onto the couch. Derek raised his hands behind his head and she forcefully yanked his legs out straight to satisfy the requirements of the roll. She knew he was a little ticklish on his feet, so she teased him with light touches that caused his legs to spasm involuntarily. After she finished teasing him for a minute, she grasped his right foot in both hands and started to squeeze and knead the muscles. He moaned gutturally and was surprised at how relaxing it was. She took her time and rubbed every inch of his foot before switching to the other.

She repeated the same sequence of teasing, squeezing, kneading and rubbing to glance over at the timer and see that it was already expired. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was steady and slow. If she didn't know better, she might have thought he dozed off, but he was outed by his fully erect manhood reaching for the ceiling. She stared at it and had to repress the urge to reach out and take it into her hands.

She imagined what it would feel like, and what she might do with it. Would she like to lick the tip of his head and plunge the rest into her mouth? Would she want to stand up and lower herself onto it and let it fill her up completely? In the midst of her musing, his eyes popped open and he noticed the finished timer.

"Well, do we have time for just one more?" he begged more than asked.

"We have time for just one more," she answered and saw the relief in his eyes.

Derek rolled off the couch and picked up both dice. He dropped the pink die into her hand, but her eyes never left his. She wanted him to be fully sated before they left for dinner.

She looked at him and whispered, "I want you to come for me," and watched him glaze over with lust.

They both gently dropped their die onto the table at the same time, each of them wishing for something completely satisfying, but not anything specific. They were both yearning for something searing hot that made them sweat but seemed blissfully effortless in the fervor of their passion.

He was completely focused on the blue die and saw it land with the picture of the fully hard cock. He felt his mind scream in celebration at the possibility of his climax. She was likewise focused on her pink die and was, in equal measure, scared and excited when she saw the image facing up. Her mouth went dry; her stomach twitched instantly with butterflies. She saw the image of the rounded ass but had not yet seen what his roll showed.

They both looked over to each other’s die, and he quickly spoke up when it registered. "If you don't want to do it, we don't have to." He didn't want her to feel pressured, but he desperately wanted to release his sexual urges. "We can fuck on the couch, I am totally fine with that," he continued.

She took a moment to consider and replied, "The rules are the rules. I think you are going to get to fuck my ass for the first time."

Hearing her echo his coarse words lit a flame inside of him that raged like a bonfire, and his cock pulsed with the impending possibility. Pamela pulled out the bottle of lube she had stashed in the pocket of her robe on the floor and handed it to Derek. His hands were shaking, and he was frantically trying to figure out what the best course of action would be. As much as he was looking forward to doing it, he also wanted her to enjoy it.

Pamela saw the hesitation in his eyes and directed him, "We will go slow - no timer, and you will have to stretch me out a little first. Don't be afraid of using too much lube, and I will let you know if it hurts too much." She took all the pressure off of him, and he was grateful for it.

He pulled her in close and kissed her deeply while holding her head in both his hands. Then, she leaned back and placed his hand on her ass and moved his finger toward her hole.

"I was pleasantly surprised when you teased me earlier while you were going down on me, but it really pushed me over the edge," she told him. "I want some more." Her words were his permission.

He dropped a little lubrication on his first finger and slowly circled her puckered hole. Her eyes opened wide, and she let out an encouraging, "Yessssssss." He slowly and carefully pushed his finger in and out of her before slowly putting two fingers inside her. She inhaled sharply and then smiled back at him as he stretched her out.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Oh God, that feels so good. I can feel you stretching my ass. I can't wait to feel your cock in me. God, I want you to fuck my ass." She growled back at him.

The look of pleasure on her face was all the invitation he needed. All hesitation faded away, and he began to imagine sliding his cock into her. As he thought about this, he twisted his 2 fingers around, slowly stretching her to be ready to accept his now throbbing cock. She could sense that he was getting ready to mount her, so she pushed his hand away and let his fingers slide out of her.

Pamela looked him straight in the eyes and told him, "I want you to lube up that hard cock and put it in my tight ass. But please, go slowly because I want to feel every inch of you pushing inside of me." Then, she stood up and fished out her slender vibrator from the other pocket in her robe. She turned around and got on her hands and knees on the couch with her ass floating in the air.

She felt him walk up behind her and put a few extra drops of lubrication in the crack of her backside. He watched the drop slowly slide down in between her firm butt cheeks. She welcomed the coolness and let herself relax. She felt him use his finger to spread it around her hole. Then, she felt him grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them hard as the head of his cock pressed against her. She took a slow, deep breath and pushed her hips back onto his rigid rod and felt the head pop in.

There was an initial burn that quickly faded into warmth as he smoothly and deliberately pushed his shaft halfway in. He stopped and asked, "Does it hurt, do you want me to keep going?"

She answered him by pushing her hips back against him to engulf him entirely. He moaned uncontrollably and stood stock still, enjoying the tightness and warmth that her ass provided him. Once he was fully inside her, she had enough courage to turn on the vibrator and turn it up to the highest setting.

She looked back up at him and said, "Oh, bab,y that feels so good. I want to come while you're fucking my ass, and I want you to finish inside me, too." Again, she rarely cursed around him, so this really piqued his excitement, and he started to push his hips with intention. She felt him place his hands on her ass cheeks and grip them as he pulled her hips toward his.

She could feel the entire length of his cock sliding against her tight asshole, and she began moving the vibrator around her lips and clit as he began to pound her a little harder. This pleasure that bordered on pain made her wet and wanton for release, so she started focusing the vibrator on her clit and matching his thrusts with backwards thrusts of her own. This emboldened him to thrust harder, and she could hear the slapping of his hips on her plump, round cheeks as she built toward an orgasm. The combined feeling of his cock stretching her ass and the vibrator humming on her clit quickly built her up into a frenzy, and she began slamming her hips against his thrusts in earnest. She heard him start to grunt and knew he was getting close to the point of no return.

She heard Derek growl, "Oh my God! You're ass is so tight. I am about to come."

She unexpectedly shouted back at him, "Oh god, yes, I want to feel you come inside my ass!"

As she heard herself say it, she could feel her tsunami start to crest. Her thighs started to shake, and her ass clenched his cock tightly as she started to slip over the edge. She heard him exclaim and felt his warmness start to pulse inside her. She bucked back against him furiously, causing simultaneous ecstasy on the verge of hot pain as her hearing went silent and she shut her eyes tightly to concentrate on the sensations of her body. All she could hear was a low pulsating hum, and her body buzzed with deep and ultimate pleasure. Her clitoris was thrumming with energy as the wave of ecstasy rolled over her. The fullness, the heat, the vibration, and the release overtook her and she collapsed forward with exertion.

He collapsed forward onto her and drove his cock deep inside her ass to finish pumping the last drops into her. They lay there together and allowed their breath to catch back up to them. He reached under her limp body, grabbed both of her breasts in his hands and firmly squeezed them as he nibbled on the back of her neck. She sighed with satisfaction and felt his softening cock start to slide out of her ass. She clenched it once more to drain every bit of his offering and felt him fall away as he slid out of her. He sat back on the couch and forcibly pulled her limp form into his lap.

She felt his arms wrap around her and heard him say, "That was... incredible. God, I love you, and I really hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

She hugged her arms over his and pulled them tight, fully enclosed in his embrace and whispered, "Oh, we are DEFINITELY doing that again."

She leaned her head back onto his chest and said, "Happy Anniversary, my love. Now, I have to go and get ready for dinner."

She lifted herself off his lap and savored his lingering gaze on her naked body. She slowly bent over in front of him and picked up her robe. As she turned to face him, she slid her arms into the sleeves but let her robe hang open in the front. As she backed out of the room, she left him with the view that she gave him at the start of the evening and a mischievous grin on her face.