A nice dinner, a walk along the river, a few soft kisses the romance of the evening was the perfect buildup for what was to follow. The planning and preparation only served to increase the anticipation. James and Amber had set everything up before heading out. It was all either of them could think about, but the refusal to talk about what awaited only added to the foreplay.

The drive home was ripe with sexual tension stolen kisses while driving, a hand on a thigh, a few last-minute plots and schemes worked out the drive would've taken too long even had they lived next door.

They raced inside and up the stairs. Who would get there first? Playfully holding each other back, pushing past each other, until James, with the aide of some tickling, laid his hands on the first pie.

"Winner!" He picked up the banana cream dessert and waved it in front of Amber's face. "I believe that makes this yours?"

Amber sighed. "Fine, you won. Just go ahead."
"I'm sorry what was that?" James smirked at his lovely wife.

"I said let me have it!" and he smashed the banana cream pie into her delicate face, cream flying past her head and landing on the shower door behind her. Yellow banana pudding covered her face, dripping down her dress, and onto the floor at her feet.

"You're beautiful when you're pied." James planted a kiss on her cream-covered lips, and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. Standing before him in her black lace bra and panties, he was mesmerized by her lovely features as she picked up her own pie.

"Your turn?" she smiled, holding a chocolate pudding pie. Without even waiting for an answer, she pushed the pie to James's face, turning the pie tin clockwise, then counter-clockwise, before dropping the tin to the floor. She reached up to plant a soft kiss on his lips, where she lingered while untucking and unbuttoning his shirt, and sliding it off him.

She unzipped his pants, pushing them down and letting them fall to the floor before directing him into the bathtub, where she sat in front of him. Having positioned all the buckets within reach, she grabbed the first and held it above his head.

"James, my love, might I ask you a question?" ("By all means, ask away") "What did you think of my new dress? Did you like it?" ("I did. You looked gorgeous tonight.") "Well, which do you like better? The black one I wore tonight, or the red one that I wore last week?"

James thought for a moment, and replied, "They both look good on you." ("But which one do you like better?") "That's really hard to say I don't know." With that, Amber unleashed the green slime down on James. It slopped down on his hair, covered his face, and spilled down his shoulders and chest, pooling in his lap. After wiping the slime from his eyes, he grabbed a bucket of his own and held it up for Amber.

"Amber, my friend, which dress do you like better?"
Amber giggled and said, "That's easy, the black one."

"No, that's not what you're supposed to say."

"Well, that's not my fault, babe, ask a better question. Ask something that I don't know!"

James grinned and poured the green slime down on Amber. She looked up, resigned to her fate, and was lost under the green gunge.

Amber and James kissed furiously, tongues exploring, hands groping, clothes being shed. Finally Amber noted, "We still have so many buckets left. We may have built up too much anticipation." She moaned softly as James's hand slid up her thigh and his finger grazed her most sensitive area. His fingers worked their way inside her panties and began rubbing her clit in a circular motion. She responded by reaching down his shorts and gently stroking him.

Suddenly Amber had an idea. She quickly retrieved two pies and handed one to James before resuming her stroking. She tried to speak, amid moans, as James continued pressure between her thighs. "When you come uhh I'm going to pie you in the face and when I come let me have it."

They each continued their rhythm, moaning and gasping together "oh babe" "mmm" until James heard Amber's breathing sharply increase she gasped, and then whispered, "Babe I'm coming" and he gently, but firmly, pushed the pie into her face, twisting it slightly before letting it drop. She continued working him faster and faster until he joined her in ecstasy, as she smashed the pie into his face, engulfing him in cream and enhancing his climax.

James laid back against the tub and Amber laid against him as they both fought to catch their breath. Hands still gently exploring, they wondered whether they should use the rest of the buckets and pies they had prepared, or save them for another time.

Amber kissed James softly and whispered, "Well we don't have to work tomorrow. We do have all night."