An anniversary gives this girl the perfect reason to introduce her husband to a whole new way to play.

My husband, Joe, always says we fuck like strangers fuck. Even after a decade. When he slides his cock inside me, he likes to nibble at my neck and whisper, “This is how I’d take you if I just met you at a bar. This is the way I’d fuck you if we really were strangers. This hard. This fast. This rough.” I love how he treats me, adore that he appreciates our lust at such a raw level. To celebrate our last anniversary, I decided to make sure that we really did. That is, I wanted to give him the gift of fucking like strangers.

When I set my mind on something, I don’t hold back. I’m not the type to do anything in a half-assed fashion. In order to make this scenario come true, I went to the extreme. I got myself fitted for green contact lenses, a deep, unnatural emerald green that looked even brighter against my pale skin. I visited a unique boutique in town and bought an outfit that I would never have worn previously: midnight-hued, nearly sheer, with the perfect naughty lingerie underneath. Finally, I made an appointment at my favorite salon, where I had my long, birch-blonde hair trimmed and dyed a shiny, glossy ebony.

Then I went to the bar where we’d decided to toast our anniversary, and I waited for Joseph to arrive.

Although I’d been planning my transformation for weeks, now that the moment was here, my heart began to beat extra fast. I sat in the corner of the bar so that I’d have the perfect vantage point, and I ordered myself a glass of champagne. The bartender tried a little flirtatious banter with me, but I didn’t bite. I simply sipped my bubbly and fidgeted, feeling as excited and nervous as if I were waiting for a blind date. A second potential suitor approached me as Joe walked in, scanned the room, and then sat at the other end of the bar. When his eyes swept over me, there was no recognition on his face. I felt a flutter of satisfaction inside me. My plan was working. I politely brushed off the man at my side, saying that I was on a date, and then I watched Joe order a drink. It made me happy that he had a bouquet of my favorite flowers with him, but I was even happier that he did not look my way after the first time when he’d walked in.

While Joe waited, I sipped from my own glass, getting the confidence to make a move. He kept staring toward the door, obviously expecting me. When enough time had gone by, he took out his phone and dialed a number. I smiled. He couldn’t have fallen more perfectly into my script.

I let my phone ring a few times — the ringtone a noticeable song that Joe had bought and programmed for me. He looked startled when he recognized the sound, and even more startled when I answered. His dark brown eyes focused intently on me now, he said into the phone, “Where are you, Maggie?”

I waved.

He said, “No fucking way.”

I lifted my glass of champagne to toast him.

“Margaret… ”

“Yes.”

“That’s not you.”

I started giggling. Joe was sitting across from me, staring at me, stammering into his cell phone. I let him flounder for a moment before I decided to take pity on him. I disconnected the call and brought my drink over to his side of the bar.

“Hi, stranger,” I said as I took the seat next to him. I emphasized the second word. I hoped he’d understand.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, looking me up and down, an expression of shock and admiration on his handsome face. “But what made you do this?”

“Well, first you have to tell me if you honestly like what you see.”

“Oh, yes,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You look unbelievable.”

I smiled. “The thing is that you always say we fuck like strangers. So… ”

He laughed. “So you wanted to fuck like strangers?”

I nodded, and then I put the electronic key for the room I’d rented down on the bar. The key was in a paper sleeve that gave the name of the hotel and the room number. “I’ll be waiting for you,” I said. “Don’t be long.”

I walked out of the bar, feeling his eyes on me. I knew he would be coming right after me, so I hurried to take care of everything. I’d already checked into the hotel earlier in the afternoon and set up the stage to my liking. Now I took a cab, my breath coming fast, my mind filled with the deviant images of what Joe and I would be doing… and soon.

At the hotel, I didn’t linger in the lobby. I rode the elevator straight to the floor and hurried to our room. With shaky hands, I opened a bottle of Joe’s favorite wine, poured two glasses, and waited. In what seemed like only seconds, I heard a key in the door and there was Joe. He handed me the scarlet roses I’d forgotten at the bar, and then he backed me into the room. We were kissing before I could offer him wine, before I could take off his jacket, loosen his tie. He said, “I want to be in you. Ever since I caught sight of you in the bar.” He pushed me to the bed, and for a minute, I almost let him take over. But this was my story, and I wanted to be the one to have control. Before he could get his pants open, I said, “What’s your name again?”

There was humor in his eyes as he said, “Joseph.”

“Well, Joseph,” I said, putting my hand on his chest and pushing him back, “I know we only just met, but I was wondering if you might indulge in one of my most treasured fantasies.”

He looked surprised, and he sat on the edge of the bed and took me between his thighs. “You’ve got my interest up,” he said, stroking me through my dress.

“That’s not the only thing I’ve got up,” I said, arching a brow at him as I could feel his hard-on pressing into me through his clothes.

“This fantasy… ” he prompted, and I pulled out of his embrace and went to the table by the bed where I’d set up the supplies earlier. I said, “See, I really get off with sex toys, but I’ve never had the guts to confess that before. I’m embarrassed to tell my husband. I was worried he’d think he wasn’t enough for me. I thought if I picked up a stranger, it might be easier for me to share my secret.”

Joe’s chocolate-brown eyes were huge. Although we have done quite a lot in our ten years with one another, we had never delved into the wild world of sex toys. He moved to check out the array of items I’d bought and displayed. He lifted the vibrator and said, “You want me to try these out on you?”

I nodded. “And I’d like to try some of these out on you?” I dangled a vibrating cockring in front of Joe. He cracked a smile that lit me up inside. He was game. I could tell.

“How do you want to start?” he asked.

“Like this,” I said, and I stripped him out of his clothes. I tried to see him as if for the first time. I admired his hard body, the dragon tattoo that wraps around his right bicep, his flat belly with the trail of dark curls running from his navel to his groin. If I’d just picked him up at a neighborhood bar, I would have felt as if I’d hit the jackpot.

When he was totally naked, I reached again for the cockring. I had never used one on a guy before, and I was giddy with excitement. Joe was definitely excited, too. His cock seemed to vibrate even before I slid the ring around the head of his dick and pushed the circle down to the base. Joe closed his eyes as he grew accustomed to the embrace of the ring around his rod. That gave me the perfect opportunity to flick on the switch at the base of the cockring. Joe jumped and his eyes opened wide.

“Holy fuck, what is that?”

“It’s not just a cockring,” I said before bowing down and licking the head of his penis. “It’s a vibrating cockring!”

Joe seemed to be in an alternate state, his eyes glazed as the toy took over.

“Come here, stranger,” I said, pulling up my dress before losing my panties and bra in a deft tug and toss. “I want to feel that, too.”

Joe did not hesitate. He got between my legs, and he let the head of his cock immediately find the warm wetness of my snatch. In seconds, he was inside me. The cockring was still vibrating, and I was shocked by the intensity of the motor. For something so tiny, the toy sure delivered a powerful thrill.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded and wrapped my legs around him. I wanted to be as close to him and that vibrating toy as I could get.

“Yeah, baby,” I said.

“Then I’ll bet you’ll like this, too.” Without giving me a chance to weigh in, Joe reached for another toy, a bullet-shaped vibe. To my delight, he pressed the tip of the toy between my asscheeks and started the engine. Now, I was caught between two delightful sensations. Joe’s cock was whirring within me and the bullet vibe was humming against my tight rear hole. I couldn’t remember a sexier time than right this second. I hadn’t known that a motor against my backdoor would feel like that, making my pussy flutter in response. I had never reached a climax so quickly before, but suddenly, there it was.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, Joey, I’m going to come.”

“Come with me, baby,” he said. “Come on, girl.”

We climaxed together — the vibrating cockring taking Joe over the edge, the bullet against my asshole making me cream harder than I could remember coming before. Then we pulled off each other, and I switched off one vibe while Joe worked the ring off his cock. He kept sneaking glances at me as he set our new toys back on the nightstand.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, feeling suddenly more than a little self-conscious.

“I can’t get used to the sight of you with your hair like that.”

I ran my hands through my locks. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had hair this short. And if I couldn’t, then neither could Joe. Plus, I’d never been a brunette before.

“I thought it was a wig at first,” he said, pulling me close to him on the mattress. “But then I realized you’d really gone and done it. You had all that hair chopped off.”

I pushed up on one elbow and looked at him. “And you like it?”

“Baby doll, you’re like a whole new girl. You were always the sexiest thing I’d ever seen — but now, I can’t really describe it. I feel like I’m in bed with someone totally new.”

“A stranger,” I said, happily, because that was my plan after all.

“Yeah,” he sighed, and he started to run his fingers along my body, gently grazing me with the lightest of touches. “A stranger whose pussy I’m going to eat, whose asshole I’m going to ream. A stranger who has never been fucked the way she’s going to be fucked tonight.”

My cunt clenched at his words. He’d just finished taking me to the moon. I should have been satisfied. But I wasn’t. I wanted more. And I could tell from the look on Joe’s face that he felt exactly the same way.

“What other sexy toys did you purchase?” he asked, motioning to the devices on the end table. I scrambled across the mattress, as excited as I had been on the day I’d visited the sex-toy store. I’d never been in one before, and the wall-to-wall racks of toys had thrilled me. In the future, I couldn’t wait to share the experience with Joe, to take him with me on my next field trip to kinkville. I knew we were going to make fucking with sex toys one of our new go-to ways to play.

But he’d asked me what else I had bought for him, and I pulled open the drawer and revealed the rest of my purchases.

“Oh, naughty girl,” he said, peering inside. “You’re kidding.”

I shook my head.

“Bend over the bed. Right now.”

I got into the position he requested, but I looked over my shoulder at him. I didn’t want to miss a trick. Joe opened up the brand-new bottle of lube. Then he lifted the anal beads and carefully greased each one. He seemed perfectly comfortable playing with these toys. I couldn’t believe how expertly he handled them.

“Spread your cheeks.”

Taking a deep breath, I reached around and did what he said.

“I’m going to put the beads inside you, and then I’m going to fuck your glorious pussy. Would you like that?”

I nodded and then said “yes,” but my voice was so soft even I couldn’t hear the word.

“Louder, Maggie.”

“Yes,” I said, “Yes, please, Joe. Put the beads in me.”

He started slowly. He oiled up my asshole first with a liberal amount of the lube, and then he pushed the first bead inside me. I hate to say this, because it’s going to make me sound so easy, but I came again. Right then. Joe laughed. “Oh, my sweet girl is so turned on she can’t even control herself for a minute.” But he didn’t seem upset in the slightest. He let one hand find my clit, and he rubbed me hard to extend the orgasm for me. Then he returned to his plan of placing the other four beads deep in my back channel. When he was finished, and my ass was full, he got behind me and slid the head of his cock into my split once more.

I groaned at the feeling. I’d never been filled into two holes at once. As if he’d had the same thought at the same time, Joe said, “Want to go for three?”

I tensed. I didn’t know what he meant. Then I heard him reaching for something on the nightstand. He lifted the large dildo we had not played with yet and handed the toy to me.

“Suck on that while I fuck you,” he said. My mouth was wet immediately, and I did what he said. Joe fucked me from behind while I made the toy super-wet with my mouth. I didn’t have any thoughts of what Joe’s next plan might be. Somehow, even though I’d orchestrated this sensual night of decadence, he’d managed to take control. That’s my Joe.

When he sensed that his cock was bringing me closer to yet another orgasm, he said, “Maggie, when you come, I’m going to pull the beads out of your ass one after the other. And then I’m going to replace them with my cock.” I quivered all over. “And while I fuck your tight backdoor, you’re going to fuck yourself with that giant dildo. You’re really going to have to work to get that thing inside of your pussy.”

His words took me over the edge, and then he was in motion. Feeling the beads pull out of my ass was even sexier than the sensation of having them nestled inside me. But I felt emptiness afterward, emptiness that Joe keenly filled with the rod of his powerful cock.

“Go on,” he said, reminding me of what I was supposed to be doing. “Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck yourself while I fuck you.”

I reached down with the huge dildo and pressed the head to my pussy.

“Come on, Maggie. Put it inside. I want to feel that dick inside your cunt while I stretch your asshole.”

I felt as if my muscles had turned to liquid, or as if I were moving through water. All of that coming had made me weak. But I did what he said, gripping the base of the dildo in my fist and pushing the full length into me. Joe responded by entering my ass in a swift thrust and then pulling out again. I caught his rhythm right away, and we both began to work in tandem — him in my asshole and me with the toy in my pussy. I was riding a seesaw of pure pleasure, but I told myself to wait for Joe this time. He’d already given me multiple orgasms. It was his turn to get off now.

“I want you to come in my ass,” I said. “Fill me up with your hot semen.”

He shivered. I could feel the motion; his dick seemed to vibrate in me as powerfully as it had when he’d been wearing the cockring.

“Do it, Joe,” I urged, my voice lilting. “Come in my tight ass, Joe.”

I kept my fist working the whole time, knowing that he could feel the synthetic cock inside me when he pushed in deep. Then he was coming, practically lifting me into the air with his thrusts, and I relaxed and let go with him, reaching the most powerful orgasm of the evening. Maybe of my whole life. I wondered what the other guests at the hotel must have thought, because we both cried out our pleasure, the two of us making more noise than we ever had before.

This was exactly what I’d hoped for when I’d set out to surprise Joe. I just hadn’t known that he’d manage to surprise me back.

After the shimmering spangles of pleasure began to subside, we disentangled ourselves and deposited the soiled sex toys in the bathroom sink to soak. I took out the contacts, too, returning my eyes to their natural blue. Then we retreated to the bed and curled up next to one another.

“You know, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble just to get me to try sex toys with you,” he said as he nuzzled his chin against the top of my head.

“I know,” I told him, “but I wanted to make this anniversary an extra-special one. I wanted us to fuck in a brand-new way, like we never had before.”

“Like strangers fuck.” Joe tilted my face so he could look right into my eyes. He grinned at me before adding, “Except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Except strangers don’t love each other the way that I love you.” He kissed me then, like a man kisses a wife.

Maybe we were both strangers once upon a time. But now we’re lovers. Thankfully, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t surprise him again sometime in the future — and I could tell from Joe’s smile that he couldn’t wait.