In the weeks that followed Diane and Josh’s first conversation about how fiercely aroused she was by her fantasies of him with other men, she became more assertive about sharing her gay fantasies with him.  Her stories drove him wild with excitement, though she never got to finish any of them, because she either had his cock in her mouth or he was fucking her so hard she couldn’t speak. The starting point for all her tales was something from his past—an experience in high school or college or on deployment—but modified by her vision to infuse everything with a homoerotic coloration. She described everything so vividly that soon his original experiences paled next to the sweat and cum-drenched versions that she told him.

One evening, after a wild fucking session in bed, Diane knocked the breath out of him with one simple sentence.

“Baby, I know your secret.”

Josh froze, but his heart was pounding.

“I know it’s not just in my imagination, and it’s not in the past. It’s right now. You return from the gym glowing with the tingle of a recent orgasm. At first, I thought I was imagining. Thought I was projecting my own perverse desires onto you.  But the evidence over the past few weeks is irresistible. I want you to know how much I love you and how much I love what you do with your buddies.”

“I…” Josh tried to formulate a sentence, but nothing came out of his mouth.  His loving wife covered his mouth with her hand.

“Don’t say a word. Just relax. Take a deep breath, and listen.”

"Once I realized what was going on, I became determined to give my stories a purpose.  Not just to arouse both of us, but gradually to wipe away your memories of your straight past, the past you had until about two months ago, which is when I figure you started your sauna life. And I’m sure you’ll admit that my versions of your life have now interwoven themselves into your vision of the past so deeply that it would confuse the hell out of you to try to recover a straight version of yourself.  Isn’t that true?”

Josh tried for a moment to test Diane's claim.   He pictured the time that he went with the guys on a two-night hike into the mountains about thirty miles from campus. He could remember that he was with Jeb, Tim, Mike, Peter, and Vincent.  His memory was crystal clear. There was the lodge, with its musty disused smell, the cast-iron skillets and griddle, the wood stove, the bunks that were just plywood shelves where they spread out their sleeping bags. They unpacked the provisions. It was cool enough that the beers were not unpleasant to drink, though not as cool as from the ice bucket back at the frat. And they were horsing around—everything as he had always remembered it.  But then it was more difficult to sort things out. He pictured himself on his knees. Mike had unzipped his jeans, and Josh and Tim were taking turns sucking on Mike’s balls and then…No, that wasn’t the way it was. Josh tried hard to go back to when they cracked open the six-packs and got out the cans. And then…But each time he struggled to keep all the naked bodies and hard cocks and spread ass-cheeks from his memory.

“Isn’t that true?” she asked again.

“Yes, honey.  You’ve done a number on my memory.  It’s all fucked now.”

“But it’s fucked in an exciting way.  You don’t want it to go back to the old vanilla version, do you? Besides, you couldn’t go back, even if you wanted.”

He couldn’t think of what to say, but it didn’t matter, because Diane had her hand under the sheets on his hard, bare cock.  His body told her all she needed to know.

“So, now, honey, we just have to get your gay life out of the sauna, so that I can enjoy it with you.”

She bent down and started licking his shaft very, very slowly, and as she did so, she rubbed her pinky in teasing circles around his anus. Then, as she took his cock-head in her mouth, she suddenly and firmly shoved her pinky deep into his ass. A few seconds later, he had fed her another large, gratifying load of semen.

The next morning, Diane told him that she had started preparations for his coming birthday party. It was an important one, his thirtieth.

“How many of our friends are you going to invite?” he asked.

“Maybe I should have been clearer, sweetheart. I should have said birthday parties.  There’s going to be the traditional one, and we’ll invite your brother and sister to that one, along with our friends.  But then there’s going to be the real one, the special one.  That’s what I’m working on now. But I can’t tell you too much about it.  I’ll tell you this.  I’ve often read that the best gifts are not objects.  You don’t need a new tie or sweater anyway.  But the most memorable gifts are the gifts of experience.  So that’s what I’m concentrating on now.  So I want you to save the Saturday after your regular party for the new one.”

Diane was excited and preoccupied in the following weeks. Oddly, she no longer told him her vivid, sensuous stories when they lay in bed.

“I’m saving my ideas. You’ll see.”  She made comments like these with a mischievous smile.

The party with friends and family members went smoothly and happily. And he got some new ties, a new sweater, and some CDs.  The following day, they cleaned house in the morning and had a light lunch. Only then did Diane tell him that the special party would be an overnight affair, and that they would need to drive an hour and a half to get to the location. When he asked what he should pack, she told him that he wouldn’t need anything.  She’d taken care of it all.

When Diane had loaded the trunk of the car with a few packages that Josh was not allowed to see, they set off, Diane driving, towards the mountains in the west. Leaving the interstate, they went through a confusing set of back roads uphill into the woods. Finally, as the sun was setting, they pulled up next to an isolated rustic cabin with a stone chimney visible on one side. Diane unlocked the door with a key that she had received from the renter. Inside, there was a large central room with wood plank walls and floor, a cast-iron woodstove, two sofas and several chairs. Next to this room was a galley kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms.  Everything had been prepared for a number of guests. There was already kindling and crumpled paper in the woodstove. Diane asked Josh to get the fire started to make it warm for their guests.

While Josh worked on the fire—it took a couple of tries to get the kindling started—Diane made a couple of trips out to the car to get packages of various sizes.

“No touching!  These are your gifts. But they are for later.”

As they sat in the gradually warming central room, having some wine and snacks, they heard a couple of vehicles approaching. Then the sound of car doors shut, voices of greeting, and the crunch of gravel underfoot. At the knock, Diane opened the door.  Josh saw four strangers, who seemed to be two couples, one close to Diane’s age and his own, and the other man and woman much younger, about twenty.  All were good-looking and fit, dressed simply in jeans and sweaters.  It was cool outdoors here in the mountains.

There were the introductions.  Diane knew everyone, it seemed, from online contacts, but had not met them in person.  There were Wess and Sandy, about thirty, and Julia and Harry, both in their early twenties. All greeted Josh with “Happy Birthday” in various inflections. Then, there were drinks and snacks for everyone. Both couples had brought a small, nicely-wrapped gift for Josh, even though they had never met him, but—as Wess told Josh—Diane had given them good ideas for what Josh would enjoy.

Julia handed Josh one of the packages. He was to open that one first, but Diane told him to take off his sweater and shirt first. He found it strange to be undressing while no one else did, but he pulled off his clothes, revealing his very taut, buff torso and arms.  All those trips to the gym over the past months had served him well.

He took the bright floral wrapping paper, then opened the cardboard box, where he found a studded collar and matching black leather cuffs. Diane helped him put on the collar and the wrist cuffs, and then pulled off his boots and jeans so that she could fasten the ankle cuffs.

"Baby, you are now a plaything. You are the center of our party games."

Josh was now naked and quite embarrassed in front of these new people, but it was comfortably warm from the wood stove, now burning well. He realized that Diane had to some extent replicated the atmosphere of a sauna.

Sandy now handed Josh another, smaller but still rather heavy box, which he opened. For a moment, he was puzzled by what looked like a very artistic metal paperweight, and then he realized that it was a butt-plug. Along with it, there was a tube of lubricant gel. 

“Wess will get it into you. He’s the specialist when it comes to anal.” 

Diane guided her husband so that he was kneeling on a chair, while Wess parted Josh's ass-cheeks and squirted in a good amount of lube. He poked a finger in the anus, and then gently started pushing the rounded metal tip of the plug into Josh’s sphincter. It was shocking for him to feel another man touch him down there, but everyone was watching with smiles. The feeling of fullness was entirely unfamiliar but also pleasant and arousing. His cock began to swell very slightly.

“Tonight you’ll have the real thing in you. But you’ll use this a lot when you’re home.”

Diane then told Josh a little about the party games she had planned.

“You, honey, are the guest of honor.  Though maybe it would be more fun to think of you as the guest of dishonor—that’s what your very vanilla family would think, and the people in your office. So you are going to receive the attentions of Wess and Harry. No matter what you’ve been up to in that sauna of yours, tonight is going to take you to a new level.  Meanwhile, as a special treat to me, Sandy and Julia are going to play with me. The cardinal rule is simple: no boy-girl games, but everyone gets to be a voyeur. There is a second rule that will facilitate voyeurism all around. We have a natural tendency to get so wrapped up in our own genital delights that we can’t pay attention to what others are doing. We are going to start with four rounds, strictly timed at thirty minutes, with this old-fashioned kitchen timer.  First round: the boys do boy things while the girls get to watch (and they are permitted to finger themselves—that goes without saying), and then in the next round the boys have to keep their hands off one another while they watch the girls play.  Then we do it again. After the first two hours of queer fun and spectacle, we’ll have the cake and then split up and go off to the bedrooms.”

They could hear the winding and then the click click of the timer as Diane set it.  Josh shivered nervously. He felt the strange fullness and pressure of the metal plug in his ass.  His flushed face displayed the powerful shame that had limited his encounters to the sauna. The three women were looking eagerly at him, the guest of honor, and the two other men gazed at Josh’s toned body and half-erect cock with undisguised lust.

“OK, time to fuck the birthday boy!” said Diane.

 Wess was already pressed up close, rubbing his erection against Josh’s cheeks while Harry grasped the honoree’s cock and rubbed it against his cock. Josh’s whole body shuddered at the touch of the two hard, warm cocks pressed against him. The entirely new sensation thrilled him to the core. Without thinking what he was doing, he pressed his lips against Harry’s and pushed his tongue inside, feeling the warm welcome of his new friend’s mouth. While he and Harry were kissing, Wess slowly pulled the plug from Josh’s asshole.

Watching this, and knowing what was coming, Diane said, “Wess, that’s exactly what he needs.  He’s an anal virgin, yours for the taking. Go for it!”

Wess didn’t need encouragement. He had sized up Josh as a guy who had thought of himself as straight up until now, not even admitting to himself what his subconscious so ardently desired. Wess loved opening up and turning guys like Josh, and now he probed the hole with first two, then with three lubed fingers. Then came his favorite part, as he felt the tip of his cock push slowly but firmly into the birthday boy’s sphincter. Wess, an experienced and enthusiastic bisexual, loved the tightness that squeezed his cock in pleasant warmth. He could feel Josh’s body stiffen and shake as he felt his most intimate place now opened for another man’s pleasure.

But it wasn’t only the men who were enjoying themselves.  The women were riveted by the spectacle and were fingering themselves intensely.

Julia sighed with unmistakable enthusiasm, “They are so fucking gay! It’s beautiful! It makes me so wet!”

Diane turned her face to Julia and, without a word, kissed her passionately, showing that she, too, loved what they saw.

Josh felt his cock begin to throb against Harry’s when, to everyone’s shock and dismay, the timer rasped.  No one could believe that a half hour could pass so quickly.

“Stop fucking, guys!” barked Diane, although she too felt the universal frustration at the interruption of something so beautiful. “You'll be able to get back into one another in a little while. Now, it’s your turn to watch.”

Josh felt Wess pull out and Harry release his grip on Josh’s cock. The three men slumped back on the sofa. It took them a moment to focus on what was now happening in front of them.

Diane, who, as she had told Josh, had never before lived out her lesbian fantasies, now let her more experienced companions guide her. At first, the three of them just kissed one another in turn, tentatively at first, brushing their lips together and then more passionately, as lips parted and tongues began to rub together. They savored one another’s taste, and as they did so, almost without thinking about it, they let their hands roam, feeling the soft fullness of a breast and then the gradually stiffening nipples, and then their fingers made their way down to the smooth, wet, warm folds of their pussies. Diane was shaved, but Julia and Sandy had thick tufts of pubic hair.

Wess and Harry stroked their shafts with slow and tormented enjoyment, relishing the familiar scene of their women together. For Josh, however, it was the revelation of a lifetime. It was the holy Grail of his erotic fantasies: to see a woman—and especially, now, his own woman—deeply entangled with another of her sex. He had to stop masturbating because he was sure that he would spew his semen, and he wanted to save it for Harry. And yet, even though he was not touching himself, he felt throughout his body, and especially in his scalp, tingling waves of quasi-orgasmic pleasure.

Julia was now exploring Diane’s pussy with the tip of her tongue, tracing the wet folds of the engorged labia. At the same time, she gently caressed Diane’s butthole with her fingers, gradually beginning to press her index finger inward. Meanwhile, Sandy was caressing and kissing Diane’s breasts and sucking first on one hard nipple and then on the other.

“Damn! If that isn’t the hottest thing on the planet!” said Wess. “There is absolutely nothing more beautiful than watching women doing what comes naturally.”

Josh and Harry agreed. They were hypnotized by the sight, as Sandy now joined Julia down between Diane’s thighs, their heads touching as they took turns licking Diane’s clit.  But they paused a few times to kiss one another, too.

And then, once more, came the awful interruption of the kitchen timer. Diane was so close to cumming that she could not speak. Instead, she fingered herself to orgasm, leaving Sandy to give the order.

“Over to you, guys. Fuck that virgin ass! This is his gayday birthday. Make sure he can never forget it.”

Josh was so aroused by what he had seen that he could not help himself.  He needed a cock in his mouth at once! He knelt in front of Harry and began licking his balls, coating them with his saliva before sucking on them, taking each testicle in his mouth and holding it there, enjoying its shape and texture. He then began to lick Harry from the bottom to the top of his shaft. This was a familiar pleasure from his frequent sauna visits, and he felt the warm joy of cock worship not only in his mouth, but all through his body.

Then he was distracted by the return of Wess’s cock, now pushing its way deep into his ass, reaching so far in that Josh could feel Wess’s balls slapping against his ass-cheeks. Everything was now happening at once, blending into a symphony of male lust, three fit, hard, aroused bodies held tightly together by the magnetism of lust.

The women, frustrated at the interruption of their pleasure—damn Diane’s rules!—were nonetheless shuddering in orgasm as they finger-fucked themselves. The raw male spectacle in front of them, revealing the men’s deepest, most natural, and primeval desires, was spellbinding. It was their ideal of how their men should be, out of control, with no inhibitions left, lusting for one another, bathed in sweat, saliva, and precum. They saw Wess thrusting his shaft rhythmically and deep into Josh’s ass while Josh caressed Harry’s penis with his hands and mouth. To help Josh out, Wess reached around and grasped the birthday boy’s cock. Wess didn’t have to stroke but simply hold on, while Josh thrust his member forward and back in coordination with Wess’s fucking. Soon they saw Josh’s white juice gush onto Harry’s legs, and shortly after that, they saw Josh struggle to swallow Harry’s load. With exceptional control, Wess managed to hold out until last.  When he finally pulled out, his semen dribbled down Josh’s thighs.

This time, when the timer sounded, the men were ready for a break.

The women, red-faced and sweating, immediately got back in action, rearranging themselves so that Diane could get her first taste of pussy. Sandy sat on Diane’s face, while Julia tongued her clit and simultaneously opened up her ass, first with a pinky and then gradually working up to three fingers. By then, Diane was bucking her hips up hard into Julia’s face as she came. After a brief calm, Julia shifted her attention to Diane’s puckered hole, now gaping moderately--enough for Julia to push her tongue far inside, rotating at times around the hole and at other moments moving in and out. Sandy had gotten off Diane’s face, and they were now kissing hungrily. There wasn’t a peep out of the men, who were both exhausted and plunged into ecstatic contemplation of their pretty partners. Harry, who had the background, kept repeating that the women were possessed, that they were now Maenads, followers of Dionysus, and entirely outside of any human male conception of the world.

The timer buzzed once more, but for quite a while everyone lay back in silence.

Finally, Diane spoke.

“Well, everyone, that’s the end of the organized party games. Time for the birthday cake and some sparkling wine. Josh, you’re the guest of honor—or actually the slave of honor—and so I order you just to wait.”

Diane asked Harry to help her get some things from the car. They rushed out naked into the crisp evening, and came back with goose bumps and teeth chattering, carrying a couple of big boxes.

“Well, it’s good that it’s cold out, because the Prosecco is going to be well chilled.”

Sandy and Wess had pulled chairs up to the small wooden table, and then went into the kitchen to help Diane.  Josh lay back, enjoying the spectacle of these beautiful male and female bodies, going about the evening unashamed, still horny even after a couple of hours of sex, and all this for his special occasion.

Then he heard the voices singing, “Happy Birthday to you; we know that it’s true; you’re gay and we’re queer; and happy we’re here.”  The cake appeared, with three large candles, one for each decade. After four bottles of wine and several servings of chocolate praline cake, Diane went to the kitchen and brought out a final gift.

“This is sort of a gift for me, but also for you.  Like when you give me a sexy nightgown, it’s a gift for me that you are going to enjoy.”

Josh had no idea what was coming. He already had his collar and cuffs and his buttplug…When he removed the wrapping paper and opened the box, he found a long black object.  It was a dildo, perfectly shaped to replicate an erect penis. Also in the box was a pair of black panties with a reinforced hole to hold the dildo.

“Josh, I’m sure you want me to model it for you.”

Diane put on the panties with the dildo, and there was applause for the result. A beautiful athletic woman with a good-sized erection. Everyone wanted to see it up close, so she first let Josh lick it, suck it, and get his face fucked. There was great applause.

Then all the guests had a little lick.

“Now,” said Diane, “it’s off to bed. You all know where the bathroom is, and there are enough towels. As for the bedrooms, there are two.  And since there are six people, it would be logical for the girls to be in one room and the boys in the other.  OK?  And there are no rules about what you do in the bed, provided you have a good-night orgasm.”

Diane and Josh kissed. He had a shock of pleasure as he felt her 'cock' rub against his. He thanked her for the best birthday of his life. He watched her walk to the girls' bedroom, looking terrific with her black strap-on. Then he went off to join the men.  He knew that the fun was not over.