Naked and blindfolded, I waited on my hands and knees with cautious anticipation, wondering what my birthday surprise might be.

The inability to see prompted my hearing to become more attuned to my surroundings. Faint but familiar sounds sifted through my auditory memory bank. Opening and closing doors and drawers. The rummaging and rifling through the contents within. Buried within that myriad of sounds, I was sure I heard muffled mutterings. Like Marie was talking to herself.

However, even with that improved sensitivity to every sound, I could not make out what was being said. Still, I wondered I detected deviations in the pitch of each phrase. One moment, the muttering sounded like Marie’s whisper, only to be followed by something being said with a deeper timber before returning to my wife’s whisper. What really caught my ear was when my wife would giggle after something the throatier voice said. It was beginning to feel like Marie was quietly conversing with another person.

The possibility that some other individual had entered our bedroom, and with me on full display no less, made my skin crawl. Adding to this waking fever dream was recalling that the muttering began right after hearing the sound of our closet door gliding open.

My imagination suddenly ran wild. [Holy CRAP!!! She didn’t!… She wouldn’t!…. Would she?!]

Those fears were heightened when I caught a whiff of men’s cologne. [Holy SHIT!!! She did! My wife let another man into our house and into our bedroom!!!] My blood ran cold.

[Wait a minute!] The idea that my wife might have actually snuck a stranger into our house was absurd. [That’s ridiculous. Marie wouldn’t do such a thing. Would she?] I had to think this through rationally. [What would be the point of having me get naked and on my hands and knees just so she could fuck another guy. Blindfolded no less. If anything, she would have wanted me kneeling beside the bed to watch them fornicate. So what then are their plans for me?]

The suspense grew. I was covered in goosebumps. Suddenly, the talking stopped, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. [Okay. This is it. Here it comes. Whatever IT is.]

Suddenly, Marie’s voice rang out clear as day. “Listen up, Jeff, and listen good. No matter what, You are not to move a muscle.”

With that, hands took hold of my ankles, spreading my feet aside. I felt the mattress at the foot of the bed being depressed, leaving no doubt that someone was crawling between my splayed legs. Again the smell of men’s cologne filled my sinuses, only it was much stronger now. This only added to my suspicions that a man was in my bedroom!

My wife’s orders not to move was all that prevented me from flinging off the blindfold and jumping off the bed. No other restraints had been placed on me, yet I remained unable to move. Her directive had stolen my will to do anything that might alter her plans.

Exposed and vulnerable. Just the same, some part of me, a deeply rooted part of me, was perversely enjoying the possibility of another person was witnessing my submissiveness.

Suddenly and without warning, my right ass cheek received a firm slap. Startled, I jumped and let out a yelp. Never before in our more than ten years of marriage had my wife ever raised a hand to me. I heard Marie give an embarrassed chuckle. Only it came from a short distance away, not right behind me. She then quietly scolded to me to keep the volume down. “Don’t you dare wake up Megan and have her interrupt our fun.”

Then, almost immediately, I felt a much more forceful slap to my ass. Although more painful than the first, only a muffled groan escaped my pursed lips and gritted teeth, indicating my extreme discomfort.

Again, Marie quietly laughed before saying, “Oh, sweetie! This is just so exciting, don’t you agree? Just wait. The best is yet to come.” So, there I remained on all fours, determined to see this through.

My nerves were on edge. What sort of birthday surprise was this anyway? The level of anxiety shot up when fingertips gently but deliberately touched my lower back. Slowly, teasingly, those fingers grazed up the length of my back until they reached the base of my neck. By now, all of the hair on my head was standing on end.

Between my shoulder blades, the fingers flattened out until an entire hand was flat on my back. It then pressed down firmly, forcing me to bend my elbows until my face was buried into my pillow.

The near-total silence was broken when, off to my left side, I heard Marie say, “I told you he was ready for this.” I thought why she was speaking to me in the third person when, directly behind me, a low satisfying moan filled my ears. That’s when my suspicions of another person being in the room with us were confirmed. And by the deep growls and stinging slaps to my ass, little doubt was left that this third person was a man.

My wife had set me up to be degraded like this. Apparently, for her own amusement and that of this stranger. She was even encouraging him to do to me whatever he wanted. And I had a pretty good idea of what that might be.

Again, Marie’s voice dripped with excitement from the other side of the room. “Don’t worry. He won’t resist. I told him not to move, and he always does whatever I tell him to do. Don’t you, sweetie?” Like a good submissive, I gave a resigned grunt of acknowledgment. “What was that, sweetie? The pillow muffled your answer.”

Strong fingers grabbed my still-damp hair, yanking my face from the pillow. “Oww! Yes, dear. Whatever you want.”

“Are you ready for the special birthday surprise I planned for you?”

To be honest, I was nervous as hell. And when I failed to answer quickly enough, my head was forced into nodding. “Yes, dear. I want my surprise.”

My head was dropped down onto the pillow, and Marie snarled, “Okay. A surprise you want. A surprise you’ll get.”

A cool liquid began dribbling between my butt cheeks, causing me to instantly break out in a sweat. Instincts told me this surprise would have nothing to do with the metal butt plugs. Instead, her “gift” was for my ass to get a different kind of plug. [Oh, please, please, please. Not that!]

“You are just going to love your birthday present, Linda,”

The mention of her name brought back a flood of memories. Linda was the name I had used a few weeks earlier while dressed as a woman for a costume party. Entirely done up with feminine makeup and matching attire, Marie had urged me to live the experience. Instructed me to turn off all notions of being a man and instead, I was to pour everything I had into being a compliant and accommodating woman named Linda. As a devout submissive, I had done my best to do as directed and assume the role.

Well, the positive reactions I received while speaking and behaving like a woman caused me to quickly embrace the role of Linda. In a way, doing so came sort of naturally. During the party anyway.

Now, because of the current submissive position I found myself in, the Linda memory that stuck out most was the time she spent with a man dressed as Zorro. Black mask, cape, and all.

He was both suave and charismatic. His demeanor was incredibly seductive. The moment he touched me, it was as if some part of me, a female part, actually wanted to be seduced. In this man’s business, Jeff had easily faded into the background, allowing Linda to completely take over. Zorro could have chosen any woman there, yet he had chosen Linda to seduce. His warm embrace and tender kisses melted away all tendencies to withstand. With him, I became Linda, and she quickly fell under his captivating spell.

With that memory back in sharp focus, I thought if it was Zorro who my wife had invited to join us? An extra jolt of adrenaline shot through me. Had he known that Linda was a guy in drag all along? Then again, what did it matter? He certainly knew now. And if it was Zorro kneeling behind her right now, Linda was more than ready for him to take things further.

My wife told whoever it was kneeling between my legs, “Linda has been practicing for this day.”

Just then, something grazed my little brown pucker. What my wife said next helped to confirm my worst fears. “Don’t worry, Linda. You’ve been training for this.” [Training?] “Go ahead. Don’t hold back. She is ready to lose her virginity.” [Virginity?!] The pressure against my sphincter increased. In that instant, the meaning behind calling the butt plugs “trainers” became unmistakable. My asshole was about to be penetrated by something more than a finger; or even a thumb. No, this was thicker still. Much thicker. Yet, I maintained my position, keeping my promise of not moving.

Everything went into slow motion. My sphincter pulsed and spasmed, unable to decide whether to withstand entry or grant access. Surely, Jeff didn’t want to live through the nightmare of some guy raping his ass. But what about Linda? She, too, didn’t like the idea of being raped. But what if she wanted to know what it was like to have a big fat cock inside of her? Would that even be rape if she willingly relaxed and let a cock have its way with her? Suppose Linda wanted to be fucked?

After all the mental training (role-playing a woman) and physical conditioning (larger and larger butt plugs), apparently had all been in preparation for this.

[Well, what did you expect, girl? This is all you’re own fault for letting things go this far. Why stop now?] Of course, Linda was right, thus, convincing me to surrender to the inevitable.

Not that it was needed, but Marie gave additional encouragement, “Relax, Linda. You are more than ready for this. Losing one’s virginity only hurts those that haven’t prepared for it like you have.”

My wife’s next statement was obviously directed to the one with the weapon for my impending deflowering. “Go ahead. Pop that cherry.” Instinctively, my fingers tightly gripped each side of the pillow.

The slow but building pressure being applied to the rectal opening demonstrated both patience and persistence. However, even with repeated jabbing of the cock, only the tip had made the slightest amount of headway. Delightful signals from nerve endings in Linda’s rear orifice were telling her that getting fucked might provide untold pleasure. Just the same, she couldn’t get her sphincter to cooperate.

Linda may have decided she wanted this, but years of conditioning caused a continued resistance for allowing anything to enter.

Just then, like a rider might whip the hind end of his horse, both cheeks of Linda’s ass received several strong slaps in rapid succession. Mental attention briefly shifted to the stinging pain of Linda’s own hind end and away from her asshole. That was all the diversion needed for Linda’s insides to start filling with stiff, thick cock.

A low but mighty moan blasted into the pillow. An equally deep groan followed by a single word, “Tight,” came from above me, followed by the sound of shushing. Marie semi-whispered something that sounded like, “I told you not to talk.”

[Haa!] I wondered to myself. [Even my mystery man is being ordered what and what not to do.]

There was a certain degree of cramping. But remarkably, there was no pain. And that discomfort was rapidly turning into something extraordinarily delightful.

Then, just as abruptly, he began to pull out. Right away, I started to wonder how much of his cock had gone inside me. The only thing I was sure of was that he hadn’t given me the whole thing. Once it was all the way out, I knew something else: I missed it. I also knew it had felt almost as good pulling out as it had going in.

In a flash, something became crystal clear. In all my years living as a man, I felt something I had never experienced before: A desire to totally submit to a complete stranger. To put apart any and all pretenses of how a man should act or what he should want. To forget everything society had ever taught me about being a man. It’s one thing to role-play with your wife. But for a guy to surrender his body to another man…

And just like that, any resolve I had held for continuing to comply with society’s expectations of a man crumbled.

[Screw society! I don’t give a flying fuck what society thinks about any of this.]

Subconsciously, I knew that surrendering my body and soul for the pleasure of others would be its own reward.

Speaking of rewards, I needed to feel his cock inside me again so he could finish what he had started. He hadn’t cum, and I felt obligated to make that happen. Imagining what giving that to him would be like caused waves of warm and fuzzy feelings to wash over me. From the depths of the pillow, I heard a muffled voice say, “Again!” Even to my ears, that didn’t sound like I had said it. “Do it again. PLEASE!” Nope. That wasn’t Jeff’s voice. It was Linda begging to get fucked.

From above and behind, a satisfying laugh was the next thing I heard, followed by Marie asking, “Does Linda like her birthday surprise?”

The response came without hesitation, “Yes, I do,” and it was undeniably Linda’s voice. The voice that had so easily taken over at the party. Lifting my face from the pillow so there would be no mistaking what was said next. “Please, I want more of my present.”

Marie nibbled at my ear, asking, “You didn’t know that you had a pussy, did you? A very special pussy made just for extra long, meaty cocks. It’s called a boi pussy. Are you ready to put that pussy to good use? Last chance. Do you want to feel more of it inside you?”

“Yes. Please. I want more. I need it inside me again.”

“Okay. But just so you know, it’s a pretty long cock.” The tip of the cock was giving teasing little pokes at the entrance. “Are you still sure that you want more?”

“YES!” I pleaded. “My pussy want all of it.”

In an almost sing-song way, she asked, “Are you really sure?”

All of this talk was delaying me from getting what I wanted. In desperation, Linda answered the question with a pitiful whine. “I’m sure. I’m really sure. I want to feel it back inside me.”

“I don’t know. So far, you’ve only taken half of it.”

Frustration had built to the point that I didn’t care how long it was. There was only one thing I did know or care about right then; I wanted to get fucked! Exasperated, I pressed my face back into the pillow and shouted, “Give me it to me. Give me the whole dammed thing! Jam that whole fuck stick up my pussy. JUST FUCK ME!!!”

“Okay, girlfriend. You asked for it. You got it.” With that, the cock stopped poking my opening just long enough for another squirt of lube to be shot straight into my waiting asshole. “Let’s give Linda what she wants.”

Although I had asked for this, hearing my wife giving the go-ahead, telling this stranger with a long cock to fuck my ass, and fear of the unknown, caused me to tense up. Just how long was his cock? Would my bowels be able to handle it? What concerned me most; would it hurt???

My grip on the pillow couldn’t have been any tighter. I felt the tip of his cock lining up with its target. A pair of hands firmly took hold of my hips, and I knew this was it.

Even as tensed up as I was, my sphincter muscles were no match to slow the forward thrust of the mighty cock. The extra lube had seen to that. At first, the ease with which the intruder made its way through my rear orifice was startling. Then, within a split second, my lower body relaxed. GOD! It felt so fucking good. This was exactly what I had been craving. What Linda needed.

He went more slowly than he had before. And I loved every moment and every inch.

For months on end, my wife had been inching me closer and closer to fully bringing Linda out from the shadows, and I had been utterly oblivious to it all. Now, it suddenly all made total sense.

Beginning with exploiting my innate submissive tendencies, she easily persuaded me to be her cuckold and creampie clean-up man. This quickly led to an almost insatiable desire for the taste, texture, and aroma of cum. But that was just the begin. Soon, I learned to prefer wearing panties and bras. Next, to further condition me to do more girl-like things, my wife taught me how to deep-throat a huge dildo. Then, using butt plugs, she got my sphincter used to accommodating larger and thicker things entering my body. Along the way, she convinced me to dress as a girl and then give my best female impersonation before a group of strangers.

The truth is that I had enjoyed every lesson and taken pride in completing each new challenge.

Clearly, over the last few months, my wife had been encouraging her husband to acknowledge and embrace his female side. Still, although Linda had all the time been lurking in the shadows, simply by refusing to accept her existence, Jeff had usually managed to keep her hidden away. Such a silly, selfish man!

But that was then. The clouds had finally parted. For thirty-odd years, I had been headed in one straight direction only. When all along, it had been me in need of doing a turnabout.

It had taken a great deal of patience, but ultimately, my wonderful and loving wife had completed her mission, setting me on a whole new course. Linda wouldn’t have to wait for the next masquerade party to make herself known. There would be no more hiding. As of this very moment, Linda was out of the closet for good.

One way or another, Linda and Jeff would distribute in everything. I could hear the two of them shouting in unison, [From now on, WE will live the life that best suits us.]

This gave me pause. I wondered about always I’d wasted keeping Linda hidden away, even from myself. [Well, no better time than the present to start making up for it.]

Oh, so slowly, teasingly so. I felt the tip approaching the point where it had stopped before – right at the far end of my rectum. Now I would find whether those fears of additional length were justified or not. Inch by inch, the mighty phallus continued its penetrative journey. The deeper it went, the further it traveled into my colon.

I was both surprised and grateful that he was taking his time. It allowed me to fully absorb every signal from the thousands of nerve endings residing within that previously unviolated region. Best of all, there was no pain involved. Oh, sure, there was pressure, and at times that pressure proved to be somewhat uncomfortable. But not unbearable. Rather, it was the fullness within my gut sending odd waves of pleasure through me like I’d never experienced before.

However, the persistent motion of his cock passing through and being caressed by my anal ring provided the greatest pleasure signals to my brain. The nerve endings surrounding the sphincter were firing on all cylinders. As before, his thick cock stretched it open even further than the largest butt plug had. Yet I was taking that extra diameter with ease.

With every millimeter of the invading cock, I could feel every single imperfection of his perfect staff. I swear I could even feel the beating of his heart as it pumped blood into the engorged shaft.

So overpowering were the waves of signals being sent to my brain that I wondered my head might explode. Yet I never wanted it to end. [If I died right now, I’d die with the biggest smile on my face.]

I was suddenly shaken from my trance-like state when I heard, “Here goes.” The last inch or so was rapidly shoved into me, causing the stranger’s thighs to thump against my ass cheeks and pushing my face more deeply into the pillow. My shock was quickly replaced with wonder and, dare I say, pride. I had taken the entire length of his cock into the deepest, darkest recesses of my body. I almost shouted with joy. [There’s another person inside of me!] This was beyond belief. I was actually conjoined with another person. Another man!

What a birthday this had turned out to be! A man, a total stranger, had just violated my body, and I was thrilled about it!!!