My name is Anya (F24), and waking up on my birthday started out slightly confusing. When I rolled over at nine in the morning, my husband Fernando (M27) was already out of bed and out of the apartment. He left a short note on the kitchen counter saying he had to run to the local parcel shop to pick up a package and would be right back. We had been together for three full years, so I knew him inside and out. Part of me was tempted to check our delivery tracking emails to see what he ordered, but I figured that would completely ruin the surprise, so I left my phone alone, poured myself a strong cup of coffee, and spent the next hour replying to birthday texts from my friends.

By noon, Fernando finally walked back through the front door carrying a massive bouquet of fresh red roses and a small pastry box. After we put the flowers into a glass vase and ate some cake, I asked him what the actual main present was. He looked at the kitchen clock, saw it was just past one in the afternoon, and smiled, telling me we had plenty of time before the afternoon got away from us. Instead of handing me anything right away, he walked over to the fridge, pulled out a punnet of fresh strawberries, and started feeding them to me one by one straight from his hand. I already knew exactly where this was leading, so I slipped my shirt off, letting him look at my bare boobs while we stood by the counter. When he leaned in to touch me, I playfully leaned back, crossed my arms, and told him no, demanding to see my gift first.

Laughing, he bent down and pulled out a large, heavy box from his bag. It had faint gold Egyptian artwork and hieroglyphs printed across the lid, making it look like some kind of ancient artifact or a museum piece. I stared at it completely blankly, having zero clue what could possibly be inside. Fernando smirked, leaned close, and whispered that he knew exactly what phase my cycle was on, meaning he had tracked my ovulation perfectly. He told me to close my eyes. When I did, I heard the lid click open, and a second later, something heavy and cold was placed right into my hand.

I opened my eyes and blinked in pure shock. I did not expect this at all. Even though Fernando and I had an active sex life and tried new things often, holding this felt completely different. The toy was stunning, heavy, and looked like a piece of high-end dark jewelry rather than an ordinary device, measuring roughly twenty centimeters long with a deep obsidian finish and jeweled detailing. I immediately wanted to turn it on and test it right there, but Fernando shook his head, playfully reminding me that my boobs were supposed to be his first.

We ended up moving to the bedroom, kissing deeply while he undressed me completely. After a few minutes of heavy petting, I lay flat on my back on the bed. Fernando positioned himself between my legs, holding the vibrator against my skin. The sheer size of it felt intensely dominant. He clicked the power button, and a low, resonant hum vibrated through the room. Then he clicked it again, and again, stepping up the speed with each click until the motor was running at a deep, powerful frequency.

Looking up at him with my breath hitching in my throat, I managed to whisper, are you sure you want me to feel right at the most... but I could not even finish the sentence. He pressed the tip firmly against my core. My back arched off the mattress and I let out a loud gasp as a massive wave of heat rushed straight through my entire body. The vibration was so deep and precise that it completely scrambled my brain. Within minutes, I went through multiple intense orgasms back to back, my legs shaking uncontrollably until I was completely exhausted and gasping for air against the pillows.

Completely drained, I buried my face in the blanket and mumbled that I just wanted to sleep. I looked over at him and asked, and what about you, meaning we had not done anything for him yet. Fernando just smiled that same calm, knowing smile, checked his watch which read 13:30, and said we had the whole day ahead of us. I drifted off to sleep right after. True to his word, we spent the rest of my birthday having multiple rounds of intense sex later that evening, incorporating the toy into our routine in ways that left me completely ruined by midnight.