So my husband and I are spending the holiday week with my in-laws and have been staying in their guest room. No biggy there. We have stayed in the room before and it is plenty private.

This morning, my husband rolls over in bed and tells me he would like to give me my Christmas gift now. I thought he was just making a sex joke but sure enough he jumps out of bed and grabs a package from our suitcase he had smuggled in there without me knowing. I unwrap it and find that he got me a little bondage kit. It was two spools of rope, a ball gag, blindfold, and anal plug!

I am pretty sure I was redder than the wrapping paper, as I am not the most sexually overt person in the world. I asked him why he brought this here to his folks' place and he said he wanted a kinky Christmas. I told him no at first but he reminded me that people were sleeping in today as his sister had yet to arrive until noon and they wouldn't start the festivities without her.

So I relented and he immediately started unspooling the rope and undressing me. He tied my hands up to the headboard and tied my knees so they were fully bent and tied each knee to the bottom corners of the bed. He blindfolds me and puts the gag in my mouth.

Now I may not be super sexual but I have allowed myself to get kinky so this wasn't my first time trying this with him. The plug was new and the environment was different but nothing I was extremely nervous about.

He started to lick me and got me really worked up but would spank me if I ever came close to orgasm. Then when I was extremely wet and wanting it, he surprised me with the anal plug up my ass. It wasn't huge, but when you aren't expecting it, anything feels gigantic. He then proceeded to fuck me for a bit when we heard the front door open and his sister call out.

She apparently got bumped to an earlier flight or some shit, but either way my husband got dressed and went down to go greet her. All the while I can hear the rest of the family waking up and coming down to greet her. Where was I? Still tied to the fucking bed!

It felt like at least an hour, not even joking, before I hear the bedroom door open. And nothing. My husband doesn't say a thing. I couldn't hear him even move. I pulled and whined trying to signify "I am fucking done!" but he just stares on at his masterpiece or something.

Finally, I hear the door open again and he runs out and slams the door, only for it to open again. I am severely confused. My husband starts to ask me if I am okay and what happened. Once takes out my gag I tell him he fucking left me.

He asked, "What about just now?"

I asked what he meant and he told me that his brother came running out of the guest bedroom. His younger brother who just got his driver's license. I was so mortified that I couldn't look my brother-in-law in the eye all day even though he seemed to be even more interested in me than usual.