Rose wanted to give Buddy something really special for Christmas, their first Christmas together as a married couple, but she didn’t know quite what. Or she did ... a baby. Buddy really wanted a child, but she wasn’t ready for that step. Maybe next year she’d be ready. Until then, what could she give him that was truly special and intimate?

In the back of her mind, she knew what it was. Something he’d hinted at from time to time. Anal sex. But Buddy was much too nice a guy to insist. And it was something she was a little afraid of. His finger back there excited her, but she always demurred when push came to shove.

“No, honey, not there, okay?”

“Okay, darling.”

“Don’t be sad. Maybe someday.”

“Okay, someday,” Buddy said. He was so sweet.

So this Christmas, it was time for Rose to return the sweetness. To allow him to have her there. Who knows, maybe she’d like it too? The more she thought about it, the more she thought it might be exciting. His finger had felt good, that’s for sure.

Now that the decision was made, Rose just needed to decide how to wrap the “gift.” Well, of course, those special lace panties. So sheer! So silky! She remembered the way the lace tickled her bottom. But was simply putting on these panties enough? Rose feared that she might chicken-out. And then she’d be right back where she started—no special gift for her special guy.

One Saturday afternoon when Buddy was off at a camping show with a couple of his buddies, Rose hit upon the solution: a gift card. An irrevocable gift card. She set to work. She donned the lace panties and matching white stockings. She set the camera to self-timer, put it on her bedside table, and pressed the button. Then she stepped over to her dresser, aimed her backside at the camera, and waited for the click.

The first shot didn’t come out quite as well as she wanted. Yes, her ass looked good, but something was missing. She tried several more shots, each time letting one of her hands caress her bottom, each time coming closer and closer to her crack, pulling her cheeks apart just the tiniest bit, letting the silky panties slip and snuggle against her asshole. Yes, it tickled so good! Rose was almost tempted to put her finger in—just the tiniest bit—but she decided that would be going too far. None of the pictures was quite what she had in mind. She decided the panties were just getting in the way, so she stripped them off and gave it another try.

It would have to do. She overlaid the image on their computer with a faintly pink haze, and in a jazzy gold script along bottom added some text. She printed it out on photo paper. Hot! Sexy! Perfect! She was sure Buddy would be pleased.

And he was. It was Christmas Eve. They were sitting on the rug in front of their Christmas tree, holding hands, kissing, teasing each other about whether they should open presents now or wait for tomorrow.