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by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas
We were in the middle of another argument; it seemed as though
they were more frequent, and louder than they used to be. It was
a week or so before Christmas. My wife was threatening to leave
me and get a divorce, as usual, but this time she also
threatened me with, "Or do you want me to mention your little
secret - oh, yes, I know all about them, and I have to live with
them. Do you want me to say exactly what they are?" Well, I
didn't know what she knew, or thought she knew, but I wasn't
going to risk her saying anything, not in front of the kids,
anyway. My mind raced, as I tried to come up with words to calm
her down. I told her that I loved her, and didn't want her to
leave, and she finally did calm down, but I wondered whether she
had been referring to the suitbag which was hidden in the back
of my closet - the one that contained not a man's suit, but the
female clothes I loved to wear.
My crossdressing habit had started long ago, when my mother had
given me a pair of her panties to wear because my little
boy-butt was sore. I loved how they felt on me, even at that
young age, and how they made my pre-pubescent cock get all hard.
From that time on, sexual arousal seemed intertwined with
women's lingerie for me, and I had never lost the love of
feeling feminine clothing on my body. I had hidden this from my
wife, or at least I thought that I had, for all these years.
Only three episodes in all that time had occurred that might
have tipped her off: once, she came home unexpectedly, and I
barely had time to change, before she walked in on me. The new
garterbelt I had bought was in plain sight, but I had told her
that I had bought it for her.
The second incident was a Halloween party after we had been
married a few years. We hadn't thought about costumes until the
day of the party, and had nothing around, when I came up with
the idea of going as a football player & a cheerleader, with the
roles reversed, of course.
The other incident was when she inadvertently had put a pair of
her panties into my drawer with my underwear. They were very
plain, similar to the nylon and cotton briefs I normally wore. I
had taken advantage of the opportunity, and worn them when we
were going to watch a porn movie one night. I had carefully
arranged them in my drawer, and had put them on in the dark,
when she was in the room with me. When we had watched the movie
for a while, she touched me, and saw what I was wearing. She
began to cry, and when I asked what was the matter, she said,
"You know," pointing to the panties. I chickened out at that
point, reminding her that she had put the laundry away, and had
seen me take them in the dark.
From time to time, she had hinted that things of hers were
stretched, and asked, I thought, teasingly, if I had been
wearing them. I had denied it everytime, and for the most part
it was true, because I had my own things to wear! And even when
I did try on something of hers, I was always extremely careful,
since we were very different in size. But her referring to my
"secrets" was disturbing, because other than this, I didn't have
any secrets from her. I had always been faithful, never
betraying our marriage vows. Occasionally, when we made love,
she would play the dominatrix role, wearing very sexy things I
had bought her, including torsolettes with garters and
stockings. She would "tie" me up, using her underwear, bras to
tie my hands to the headboard, another bra as a blindfold, and
often a nylon stocking around my cock. She sometimes "whipped"
me with another bra, and "forced" me to eat her, before she sat
on my cock to bring me off. As far as I was concerned, these
sessions were all too few and far between, and I often
fantasized about having one of the bras slip down my arms, and
fastened around me.
That Christmas, the family sat around opening up our presents,
and after the usual, shirts, ties, etc., she handed me a box
that I found contained a black, silk robe. I didn't think
anything of it, it was really very nice. But the next box
contained a pair of red and black silk undershorts, and I began
to think back to what she had said a few days before. Even
though these were clearly men's styles, the silkiness of them
appealed to me. Was she hinting that she knew I would love the
feel of the silk on my body? I wondered. But I was still too
chicken to say anything about it.
Wynona
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