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Marriage Made in Heaven!
By Ann Gray
1.
Two secrets can lead to happiness and we are the proof of
that!
Karen and I had been happily married for nearly eight
years. We were both in our late twenties, career
professionals with excellent prospects, a nice home in a
secluded neighborhood and no intention of having any
children.
Our lives revolved around work, the house, a few close
friends and a satisfactory, but not spectacular, sexual
relationship.
About a year previously I had gone on a three day business
trip but partway through day two it was obvious that
nothing was being accomplished so I adjourned the meeting
and, meaning to surprise Karen, took an evening flight
home.
In the driveway was a car I recognized as Jill's. She was a
long time friend of Karen and had been her Maid of Honor at
our wedding. I don't really know why but instead of pulling
into the garage, I parked beside her car and quietly
entered the house.
Downstairs was in darkness but I knew it like the back of
my hand and made my way upstairs to the master bedroom.
Halfway up the stairs my ears told me my hunch was right
and fun and games were in progress.
The door to the bedroom was wide open but the two on the
bed in a classic 69 were too involved to even glance in
that direction. Karen and Jill were locked in an embrace of
tongues on clits, hands on breasts and eyes closed in
ecstasy.
I loved Karen with all my heart but had to admit to myself
that I had never been able to arouse, or apparently,
satisfy her in the way Jill seemed to be doing. And then
again I had my own secret.
Moving quietly down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms
we had turned into a den, I got our state-of-the-art video
camera, picked up a step stool and went back to set it to
the side of the door to the master bedroom. All the lights
were blazing and by standing on the stool and poking the
camera around the doorframe I got an excellent shot of the
two on the bed. As they thrashed around each eventually
presented a clean shot of their faces to the camera.
After about five minutes I shut off the camera, returned
the stool to the den, removed the film and hid it behind a
set of history books in the bookcase. History was my hobby
and Karen never touched those books.
2.
Leaving the house I drove away and checked into a hotel for
the night returning home at my scheduled time to a warm
welcome from my wife.
It was about six months later when the roles were reversed
and Karen was the one away on a weeklong convention. She
came home two days early and I never heard her enter the
house. I certainly jumped though when a camera flashed
several times and I turned to see her standing in the
doorway to the living room snapping shot after shot with
the camera she had taken to the convention to record some
of the exhibits.
She laughed and said, "I'll just go and leave this film in
to be developed." I tried to catch her but the new 4" heels
I had been practicing in proved too much and I ended up
tripping over her suitcase in the hallway, landing flat on
my stomach, with my skirt riding up as I watched the front
door slam shut.
Now, neither of us had a secret!
When Karen came back about a half hour later I was dressed
in slacks and T-shirt. The makeup was washed off and the
clothes stashed away in their hiding place. I was nursing a
stiff drink and not looking forward to the next few hours.
Her first words were, "Make me one of those too and start
explaining."
So I told her how I loved her with all my heart but just
once in a while I needed to cross dress and satisfy an urge
I had lived with since childhood. I'm not gay and I didn't
want to hurt her but sometimes it got the better of me.
She was quiet for a while and then said how she still loved
me and could understand how sometimes an urge was so strong
you would risk anything to satisfy it.
"So why did you take the pictures?" I asked.
"Well", she said "it was spur of the moment, but now I have
them I think I will be able to make a few changes around
here and you will have no choice but to go along with
anything I want. Otherwise the pictures might just end up
going around your office. You might have been doing this
for a long time but you are still an amateur and easily
recognizable as a guy in a dress."
"Why would you do that if you love me?" I asked.
She replied, "I do love you and don't want to destroy our
marriage but having the photos will give me a hold on you
that you can't break and if we ever disagree on something -
I win."
3.
"Not quite." When she looked quizzically at me I said, "You
might have those photos of me but would you like the people
in your office to see a video of you and Jill having fun in
our master bedroom?"
Then, with a grin I said "Check - Mate!"
First shock, then worry crossed her face, then a grin and
"Okay let's work this out."
So we did.
Once every month or so we both leave our offices early on a
Friday and meet at home. In the cold weather from October
to April I keep my legs shaved since there is no call to
wear summer shorts. Karen has gradually got my own hair
into a neat, short cut with no sideburns that is acceptable
with my everyday business suits but also very easily
covered with one of the two wigs she purchased for me.
She used to help me with my makeup but now I can handle it
myself with some expertise. When she has checked that I've
got it right, and before I put on my lipstick, she gives me
a loving kiss, takes her overnight bag and goes to Jill's
house.
Since this is only every few weeks, Jill has accepted that
I am out of town on business. Karen and I agreed to keep
our secrets to ourselves.
Once she had gone I get dressed. The feeling of
satisfaction, with no fear, is hard to explain. As I tuck
my genitals back and pull up a panty girdle to hold them
out of the way, the next 48 hours stretches in front of me
with the thrill of a life that could not get better.
With Karen's help I now have a closet full of clothes to
choose from. Most of them are what women wear in their
daily lives, nothing sluttish; more "housewifish" if there
is such a word? That's what I want, and that's how I can
now pass unnoticed.
I'm 5' 9" and 155 lbs, which translates, in Karen's
language, to a near perfect size14! My bra is filled with
two lock-top plastic bags containing birdseed; they form
perfectly into the right shape. Pantyhose slide easily up
my legs followed by a white cotton long sleeved blouse and
a knee length denim skirt. Knee boots that zip up the side
with a comfortable 3" block heel complete the basics. Dark,
pageboy wig, conservative earrings (clip-on) and it's down
to the kitchen to check the supplies.
4.
A wonderfully warm belted leather coat and gloves, shoulder
strap purse checked for all I need, including the new
drivers license Karen got me, and I go directly into the
garage without having to go outside. Then it's in the car
and off across town to do the grocery shopping.
Mundane - you bet! Exciting to pass un-noticed - you better
believe it!
Back home I unload and put away the groceries, make myself
something to eat and get into a comfortable silk lounging
set for a quiet evening in front of the television and do
my nails. I keep my fingernails just slightly longer than
the average guy but once they have a few coats of polish
they become very feminine.
Saturday I spend casually dressed, but in pumps with 3"
heels that now feel natural, puttering around doing
housework and getting the place in shape for the week.
Karen loves this part - no more housework or laundry for a
week after each of these occasions and I just enjoy the
freedom to dress how I feel and not worry about any
consequences. If the phone rings I answer in my normal
voice and the doorbell, on the infrequent times it sounds,
goes ignored.
Saturday evening I'm out again, usually to a movie. Sitting
in the theatre dressed from the skin out as a completely
ordinary woman I'm in heaven. Many times I can't even
remember what the film was about!
Sunday afternoon Karen comes home to her husband wearing
jeans and a sweater, drinking a beer and watching TV. As
she settles down beside me we don't speak. The look in each
other's eyes of utter contentment is all that is needed.
Slowly we caress then, I pick her up and carry her to the
bedroom where we demonstrate to each other the depth of our
love.
Now, truly, this is a marriage made in heaven!
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