Six years into our marriage, we had stopped worrying about gifts on holidays.

If there was something big that one of us wanted around Christmas or our birthdays, we would call it a gift, but realistically we would’ve gotten it anyway. The days of receiving wrapped presents as surprises were long behind us.

You can imagine my surprise when that year, the week before my birthday, a large black gift bag with silver gift paper appeared on the kitchen counter. I pretended I didn’t notice it at first, but when a day had passed, I gave in and asked my wife about it.

“It’s a birthday present,” she said casually.

“Can I open it?”

“Not until your birthday.”

She smirked at me but didn’t say more. I was intrigued, and as the days ticked by I got more and more curious about what was inside it. I poked at it, shook it a little, and lifted it to test its weight, but I had no idea what was in it. It was too heavy to be a pair of slippers and too small to be a new TV. That was about as much as I could figure out.

The morning of my birthday, I left for work before Heidi was awake and seriously considered opening it. She hadn’t specified when on my birthday.

When I got home from work, it was gone. I peered into the living room but didn’t see it there either. I wandered upstairs to the bedroom and found Heidi lounging naked on the bed, my present sitting next to her.

“Would you like to open it now?” she asked.

“Very much,” I said, already getting hard at the direction this was going.

She slid the gift to the bottom of the bed and sat up cross-legged next to it. As excited as I was about the present, I was now too distracted by the sight of my wife’s pussy to even look at it.

“Maybe we could fuck before I open it?” I suggested, reaching to stroke between her thighs.

“Oh, I think you want to open it before we do that,” she chuckled.

I pulled the decorative silver paper out of the top of the bag. Inside was an assortment of oddly shaped smaller packages that were individually wrapped in silver paper.

“Pick one,” she suggested, looking at me eagerly.

I pulled the largest one out and tore through the wrapping paper. Inside was a set of wrist and ankle cuffs that attached to the bed.

She explained, “I can put them on you and have my way with you, or you can put them on me and open another present.”

I had been hinting for over a year that I wanted to try tying her up, so she knew that’s what I would say. She grabbed them from me and started to fasten them to the bed. While she was occupied, I took my clothes off and enjoyed the sight of her bending and stretching while nude.

We worked together to fasten all of the cuffs, leaving Heidi naked and spread-eagled on the bed. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. The rest of the bag’s contents better be good, because I wanted to skip it all and fuck her.

Instead, I played along with her game, pulling the next biggest gift out of the pile. This one was rectangular and a little heavier. When I tore open the paper, it turned out to be a vibrating massager wand.

“I thought I would make your life easier,” she said with a self-conscious smile.

She had no reason to be insecure. I loved making her feel good, and these wands could drive a woman wild. I immediately plugged it in and experimented with the buttons, finding it varied from a light vibration to one so strong it hummed loudly.

I hopped on the bed with her and gave her a kiss to say thank you. While our kiss deepened, I pressed the round head of the wand against her clit and turned it on. Her whole body jerked and her legs fell open. I turned it up a little and worked it back and forth across her tiny pleasure center. It took about a minute for her to come. I was a fan of my new toy. I eased up the speed and pressure, just barely rubbing her to give her a moment to recover before building almost immediately back up to another orgasm.

After the third, she begged, “Open another present before I lose my mind!”

I reached over and grabbed another gift while continuing to tease her with the wand. This one turned out to be a ring gag that I had only ever seen in porn. It was designed to keep her mouth open while allowing me to fuck her face. Deep-throating was one of the kinks we had experimented with, but this was taking things to another level.

“Go ahead,” she said saucily, parting her lips for me.

“She screamed with pleasure. I kept pressing the beads into her ass, one at a time.”

We had already established a safeword alternate protocol for a situation like this, so I placed the gag without feeling like we needed to talk about that first. If she needed me to stop while she was unable to talk, she would simply snap her fingers.

I straddled her body and propped her head and shoulders up with pillows. Then I scooted forward until I lined my dick up with her mouth. It was an odd sensation at first sliding into a smooth metal ring, but it was so hot to see her surrendering herself to me like that. She was totally helpless between the wrist and ankle restraints and her gag, but she was relaxed as I started to thrust in and out of her warm, wet mouth. I started slowly, giving her a chance to get used to the idea and allow me fully into her mouth.

I thrusted until I nudged the back of her throat and backed off for a few strokes before nudging deeper. I wanted to just fuck her throat for a few seconds and come deep enough that she had to swallow it, but I didn’t want our fun to be over. I also didn’t want to push my luck the first time she tried the gag. If it wasn’t unpleasant, she would be more excited about letting me use it again next time — and I really hoped there was a next time!

I pulled out of her mouth, unfastening the gag to make her more comfortable.

“That was hot,” she groaned, wiping the drool from her chin.

“We’ll definitely be using that more in the future when I can face-fuck you properly. Right now, I need to know what else is in that bag.”

“It’s okay if you don’t manage to use it all tonight,” she laughed.

I picked out another little silver package, opening it to discover a set of blue anal beads. We’d done anal a handful of times over the years with varying degrees of success, but this was a new toy for me. I was excited that she was still willing to experiment in that department.

We undid her ankle cuffs and rolled her hips up so that her legs were up in the air and I had access to her ass. We fastened her ankle restraints to the wrist restraint straps so that she could lean against them and didn’t have to hold her legs up the whole time. It also rendered her totally at my mercy again.

I grabbed lube from the bedside table and got the beads ready before slowly feeding in the first few. Once I had it started, I picked the vibrating wand up and pressed it to her clit. She screamed with pleasure. I kept pressing the beads into her ass, one at a time. It only took another three or four before she came again. I pushed the remaining ones in without letting her come again. It was my turn — it was my birthday present, after all!

I freed one of her hands so she could hold the vibrating wand, chuckling at how desperately she rubbed it against herself as soon as it was in her hands. She dropped her head back, no longer even registering that I was there.

I smacked her thigh playfully, making it bounce and shake the anal beads. That only seemed to push her closer to orgasm, so I pinched a nipple to get her attention.

When she finally met my eyes with a desperate expression I said, “You don’t come until I tell you it’s time.”

She nodded fervently.

My dick was so hard I could’ve hammered a nail into the wall with it. I lined it up with her pussy, working it in just a little, then thrusting hard and deep. It felt incredible to be all the way inside her, looking in her eyes. She was so slick from already coming so many times.

I pulled back and thrusted in again, slamming my hips forward forcefully. I didn’t feel like I needed to hold back since she was already close to getting off. For a few moments, I simply enjoyed the sensation of plowing my wife’s hot pussy. Then I took hold of the end of the string of anal beads and gently began to tug. When the first one popped back out, she moaned and flicked the wand faster over her clit. I could feel her clenching around me, squeezing my cock tighter and tighter.

I tugged the next two out together, making her writhe. I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I said, “Okay, my love, you can come now.”

It sounded like she maybe tried to say something, but it came out as an incoherent, guttural sound. When I felt her start to peak, I popped the remaining beads out one after another, sending her into another level of orgasm. I lost focus after that because she pushed me over the edge, too. I managed a few more hard thrusts and then unleashed my come inside her.

I undid her restraints and helped her get up, kissing her deeply to communicate my love and thanks. It was one hell of a surprise birthday present. And there were still a handful of unwrapped gifts left for us to explore.

“I can’t wait for Christmas,” I said, and we both laughed with pure joy at the new phase our marriage had entered.