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The Best Party Invitation Ever
My SONIA
Chapter 1 - The Invitation
My heart was pounding furiously. I felt weak at the knees. My
mouth was dry. I did not know how to react.
Seconds before, my wife, Alison, had said something that I had
dreamt about and never thought would happen. She had said
something that related to a side of my life she knew nothing
about. A side I had longed to share with her but had never felt
it would be possible.
What she had said was, "You will never guess what. Bill and
Jenny have invited us to a party and its going to be such a
scream - its a cross dressing party - how do you fancy going as
a girl with me as your accompanying man?"
As a long time secret cross dresser how do I react? If I agree
too easily maybe she will guess my secret. If I protest too much
maybe she will decide not to go. Utter panic!
"Do you really expect me to go dressed as a woman?" I asked
hoping she would say yes. Her reply was better than I could have
ever dreamt of.
"Don't be silly. It will be fun. Everyone else will be dressed
the same. It will be so funny. We can find something for you
to wear. I'm really looking forward to it. Please will you do
it. I will make it worth your while! What a wonderful idea for
a party - Bill and Jenny are so clever to have the idea."
I gave in and agreed using her 'I will make it worth your while'
as my reason to agree as making it worth my while meant that she
would make it a sexy time.
It was Friday and the party was on Saturday week. What she said
next almost made me cum on the spot.
"I think tomorrow we should have a trial run so we can get our
costumes sorted. Lets have a nice meal in the evening and wear
our outfits for next week so we get used to them."
A half hearted protest from me and it was agreed. With the
thoughts of tomorrow rushing through my brain we made love
furiously that night.
As she lay there on the bed afterwards, glistening in the
moonlight with a sheen of sweat on her body she looked at me and
said, "That was wonderful, darling. I think that was the best
sex we have ever had - I don't know how many times I came. Was
it the thought of tomorrow that made you such a good lover
tonight?"
Twice in one day - this was too much - again my heart pounded and
my mouth dried - how far do I go with letting her know my
innermost thoughts.
I decided to not be too specific and said, "I have no idea - I
just really wanted to make love to you and I wanted it to be
good. I suppose the idea of the party may have added a bit to
the situation - it is a pretty sexy thought going to a party with
a skirt on!"
We cuddled together and went to sleep.
Chapter 2 - The Trial Run
The next day I overslept and when I woke the bed was empty. I
went down stairs and saw a note on the kitchen table saying 'Gone
shopping - back at 3.00.'
Normally that would have been the trigger for me to dress up for
a while but for some reason today I did not. Instead I tidied
the house and set the table for supper.
Alison came back at 2.45 and as well as groceries she had some
other bags which she took upstairs. We had some tea and chatted
about nothing much.
We prepared supper and then Alison said she was going to have a
bath. I took her up a drink and poured one for myself to steady
my nerves. She called me for my bath after about a half hour and
I went up, took off my clothes and sank down in the deep scented
bath Alison had just left.
After my bath I went into our room with a towel around my waist
feeling more nervous than I could ever remember but the
anticipation was also so great that my penis was rigid.
Alison let out a squeal of laughter and said, "My manly husband
likes the idea of dressing up doesn't he?"
Why oh why does she put me in these situations? Do I own up or
continue to bluff it out - I chose the latter.
"Don't be daft - its just the thought of you and hopefully a sexy
night."
I tried to push the erection down but it was a loosing battle.
Alison came over to me and undid my towel and put it on the bed
beside me and then took hold of my penis and gently began to
stroke it back and forward. Well in my state of excitement it
did not take long until I felt my orgasm build and as she felt
me tense she grabbed the towel and I exploded into it.
My penis lost most of its erection and she said, "I think we are
going to have a problem with that if we want to make you look
like a woman. Luckily I had anticipated that."
A she turned to her dressing table I thought of what she had just
said. 'Make me look like a woman'. I had anticipated the cross
dressing party would be me looking like a man but wearing a skirt
- not being made to look like a woman - this was a dream coming
true.
Alison had taken something from a bag and turned and handed it
to me. She passed me a pretty panty girdle in white satin finish
with a little lace around the legs and waist, a lace overlay
panel to the front and a small flower below the waist band.
"I can't wear a panty girdle - I thought that I would just be
wearing my boxers below a skirt."
"Oh no, darling. Its a 'cross dressing party' not a 'wear a
skirt party'."
With her insistence I put on the panty girdle, trying not to let
on how good it felt. I loved all sorts of girdles and this was
far prettier than I had ever found and fitted me perfectly,
holding my penis neatly in position.
As I looked up at her she was holding out a suspender belt to me.
"Surely tights would be OK," I said again hoping she would not
follow my suggestion.
"Oh no," she said, "You would find tights a real problem. Every
time you need a wee you would have to pull them down and try to
get them back in the correct position. Stockings will be much
easier."
Could things get better? Alison wrapped the suspender belt
around me and fastened it. She helped me put on a black seamed
stocking and I pretended inexperience by trying to fasten it to
the suspender over the panty girdle.
"Darling, have you not seen me put on stockings? If you put the
suspenders over your panties you cannot take off your panties
without taking off your stockings. Who knows if you will need
to take off your panties. Put the suspenders through under your
panties and then fix the stockings."
I did as directed and did the same with the other stocking.
When Alison passed me a matching bra to the suspender belt and
panty girdle I realised she had bought all this new lingerie.
"Did you buy all this lingerie for the party?", I asked.
"Yes. I don't have a panty girdle and I knew you would need one
and my waist is smaller than yours so my suspender belt would not
fit nor would my bra."
I did not correct her saying they did fit but were a bit tight!
She helped me put on the bra and then passed me some foam padding
to give me some shape.
"Not bad," she said standing back and looking at me standing
there in my lingerie. "I could not get you shoes in your size but
managed to get you riding boots from the tack shop which are
unisex and with a skirt will look pretty good."
She passed me a pair of black, tight leather riding boots.
Alison and I both rode and she normally rode in rubber riding
boots which cost only a few pounds and were also available in my
size. The boots she had bought were soft leather and I knew cost
a lot but looked fantastic. With jodhpurs they looked like
riding boots but with stockings they looked like the sexiest
boots I had seen. They fit me like a glove and were so much
better than the trainers I normally had to make do with as like
Alison I had not found any ladies shoes in my size.
"I think that hair and makeup are next before you finish
dressing," she said.
She sat me at her dressing table and as I watched in wonder she
first slipped a wig on my head and then applied powders and
creams. After an application of lipstick I saw a reasonable
resemblance of a woman looking back at me - not pretty but also
not ugly. In my cross dressing sessions I had never dared try
makeup in case I could not get it off and so this was the first
time I had seen myself as my feminine side.
She next passed me a white satin blouse which I put on and did
up making sure I fumbled the buttons on the wrong side.
"Nearly there," she said and passed me a black skirt. The skirt
was a wide A-line style and as I stepped into it I found it came
to just above my knee and hung beautifully. Again I noted that
these were all new clothes.
"I think it needs a petticoat to lie correctly."
Alison opened her last bag and there was a three tiered bouffant
petticoat. I had dreamt about wearing one of these but never
found anywhere I could get one. She held it for me and I stepped
in and allowed her to slide it up to my waist under my skirt.
"The finishing touches," she said and fastened a patterned
chiffon scarf around my neck and a gold bracelet around my wrist.
"Even if I do say so myself," she said, "You look pretty good.
I will be proud to accompany you to the party.
"What are you going to wear?" I asked.
"I've order a dinner suit for the party and I can only collect
it on Friday so I will have to try it on then. If you go and
start cooking supper I will get dressed - would you like me to
wear my kilt?"
Things were going from good to utter fantastic. Her kilt was the
thing I found her most sexy in. It was red tartan and quite
short at mid thigh and looked so sexy the way it swung when she
walked.
I said I would love her to wear it and then gave her a kiss and
headed down stairs. Out of her sight I rushed to the living room
where we had a large mirror and marvelled at myself. I lifted
my skirt and looked at the petticoat and then lifted that to
admire my panties. I was in utter heaven. I headed to the
kitchen loving the swirl of my skirt and the swish of my stocking
covered legs. I busied myself in the kitchen and then heard
Alison come into the living room.
I stopped dead when I saw her as she looked fantastic. She had
on a black jumper with the skirt but what got my attention was
that she wore stockings with the skirt. It was short enough that
standing still the stocking tops were covered but as she moved
glimpses of stocking top were seen. I had begged her to wear the
skirt with stockings and she had always refused but not tonight!
I can barely describe that evening. The utter bliss of being
dressed as I was while Alison moved around flashing stocking tops
at me with every move.
We had a wonderful meal and finally headed to bed. We were
cuddling all the way up the stairs and I delayed slightly,
putting off the moment when I would have to take off my clothes.
In the bedroom Alison undid her kilt and let it fall to the floor
and then took off her jumper. As I went to undress she stopped
me, reaching up below my skirt and removed my panty girdle
letting my erect penis free. Still fully clothed apart from no
panties she pulled me to the bed, hitched up my skirt and
petticoat and without delay guided me into her. I had never felt
her as wet and we made love with tremendous urgency. She cried
out as she came and held me to her as she ground herself against
me.
As she relaxed I slipped from her and slid down the bed and
kissed and licked her to a further orgasm savouring the taste of
her. She rolled onto her side and I again entered her this time
from behind where I could caress her clitoris while gently
thrusting into her and she shuddered in my arms as her body was
racked with pleasure. How I lasted I do not know but finally as
she shivered with pleasure beside me I came with such intensity
I thought I might pass out.
She rolled over and we gripped each other tightly, kissing and
cuddling and finally falling asleep still in our dishevelled
state of undress.
Chapter 3 - The Next Day and a Long Wait
Sleeping with Alison while dressed as I was, was fantastic. I
woke early and lay there savouring the feel of my clothes,
dreading the moment I would have to take off my new clothes.
When I felt Alison stir beside me I looked at her and we grinned
together like newlyweds.
"Make me some tea would you," she said.
I got out of bed and started to remove my clothes but she stopped
me and suggested we change after tea. I straightened my clothes
a little and headed to the kitchen. With no panties on there was
a bit of a bulge in my skirt and petticoat but I still felt
great. In the hall I stopped and wiped the smeared lip stick
from my mouth and straightened the wig. The stubble growing
through my makeup somewhat spoilt the overall effect but I still
was in a state of bliss.
I made tea and went back to the room and sat on the bed next to
Alison.
"I think we have your costume organised OK," she said. She then
looked at me with a grin and said, "Mine won't be a problem at
all."
The phone went and it was Jenny on the line for Alison. I did
not hear the other side of the conversation but heard her say
things like, "... yes it went very well..." and "... it
certainly will be fun...".
I was desperate to stay dressed in my new outfit but could not
let on and when Alison said it was time to shower and have
breakfast I was a bit disappointed. I ran the shower and with
the door locked I slowly undressed in front of the mirror
enjoying the fun of the clothes I wore. I wished I still had my
panties on to enjoy my lingerie fully but they were in the wash
basket in our room. As I finally took off the last piece of
lingerie I felt as though an era had come to an end but then I
thought about next Saturday!!!!
I showered and dressed in my normal Sunday clothes and we spent
a happy day together. The rest of that week dragged and apart
from several phone calls from Jenny no mention of the last
Saturday's events or this Saturday's party was made.
Chapter 4 - Getting Ready and a Shock
On the Saturday Alison suggested I get dressed about 4.00 so I
could adjust prior to the party and after another scented bath
I dressed in the outfit I had worn the previous week. If
anything my makeup looked better and I felt wonderful.
when I was dressed she said to me "Darling I love you so much.
I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Trust me
this will be a wonderful evening. Now go down stairs and pour
us a drink and I will be down in a very few minutes."
What she had said seemed slightly odd but I went down as directed
and as I waited I posed in front of the mirror, twisting,
turning, admiring my lingerie and loving every second.
"Close your eyes, darling," she called from the hall.
I did as I was told and when she told me to I opened my eyes and
nearly died.
Standing in front of me was Alison dressed like a real tart.
What made the situation worse was that the clothes she was
wearing were my secret cross dressing clothes. Her makeup was
done much heavier than a woman would wear and had the appearance
of a stubble from a beard showing through. I thought of the
times I had felt in a 'tarty' mood and worn the same outfit with
the skirt so short the stocking tops showed and here was Alison
exposing everything to me and to crown it all she had a huge
bulge in the front as if from an erection. As if reading my mind
she hitched up her skirt and below my red satin panties she had
an erect penis. She hooked it out the leg of her panties and I
saw it was a strap on dildo although it was very pink and
lifelike. She stroked it in a very provocative way and looked
at me.
I did not know how to react and stood there stunned.
"Don't look so horrified," she said grinning, "I have dressed
like this for two reasons. The first is to let you know I know
about your little hobby and after last Saturday I think that your
little hobby can become a valued part of our joint lives and the
second reason is that to go to a cross dressing party as a cross
dressing man is an amazingly good idea for a costume."
She came over to me and we kissed with more passion than I could
ever remember.
Afterwards we sat together on the sofa and I opened my heart to
her telling her all about my cross dressing and trying to explain
why I did it and how I was totally straight and faithful to her.
It was difficult trying to explain when I did not fully
understand why I did it myself.
Chapter 5 - The Party
By the time I had finished it was nearly 8.00 and time for the
party. It felt incredibly exciting shutting the front door and
walking down the path to the car with me looking like a pretty
but sexy woman and Alison looking like a real man in drag with
an erection and an outfit a hooker would be proud of. I drove
and we arrived near to Bill and Jenny's house and parked.
Several other couples were arriving and there were a mixture of
guys looking like passable woman through to some who had made
little effort apart from wearing a skirt.
We rang the bell and Bill opened the door and I was surprised to
see him looking so pretty in a prom style dress, good makeup and
a blonde long haired wig. Jenny stepped around from behind the
door and suddenly all fell into place. She had on a short little
girls dress, and she also sported an erection below her dress and
her makeup looked more masculine than a mans.
Jenny and Alison burst out laughing and hugged each other. Bill
looked at me and grinned and said, "You as well!"
Entering the party it was a cross dressers dream - lots of men
in women's clothing and a few others dressed similarly to Jenny
and Alison.
We got drinks and then Jenny and Alison guided Bill and I out
onto the patio and we sat and swapped stories.
Bill told me how he loved to dress as a little girl in a frothy
party dress and how he had been so careful to hide this side of
his life from Jenny.
Jenny took up the story and told how she had found his clothes
hidden away when she was searching for an old photo album in the
roof space and after an initial shock she had decided that Bill
had been a good loving husband while he cross dressed in secret
and hence why should there be a change if she let on she knew.
Alison said she had suspected I cross dressed by the fact that
some of her lingerie seemed to move in the drawer. She had
mentioned her worry to Jenny who immediately had shared her
situation. Jenny and Alison had then searched our house to find
my hidden clothes and also hatched the plot to confront us both
under the guise of the party.
Bill and I both admitted that we did not understand why we
dressed but knew it was something we could not stop and what is
more that it was something we both longed to be able to share
with our wives.
"We should re-join the party," Jenny said getting up and taking
Bills hand and guiding him to her where they kissed and then went
back inside.
"Alison, I can't tell you how much I love you," I said.
"You may not be able to tell me but how about showing me," she
replied and took my hand and guided me down the garden to the
summer house, "You can make love to me while I still have my
strap on in place but it had better be from behind."
She leant over the table and flipped her skirt up exposing her
panties and stockings. I did not need a second invitation and
hitched up my skirt and petticoat and painfully extracted my
penis through the leg of my panty girdle and with Alison's help
she guided me into her just below the base of the strap on dildo.
The panty girdle had the effect of gripping the base of my penis
and helped me to delay my orgasm until Alison was begging me to
come as she could not take much more. As I felt my orgasm build
I gripped her breast with one hand and the strap on with the
other. As I effectively wanked her strap on the base of it moved
against her clitoris and with a cry of pleasure we both came and
collapsed forward in a heap together.
"OK. I believe you. You love me," she replied with a giggle as
she straightened her clothes.
I straightened my clothes also and we walked hand in hand back
to the party. The party was in full swing and people were
dancing and generally getting into the party mood.
A friend of ours called John came over and asked Alison for a
dance. It seemed funny seeing John saunter over and proposition
Alison while wearing a mini skirt and tights. With the mini
skirt he had on a jumper which was overstuffed with huge tits and
although he had put a ribbon in his quite long hair he had not
gone too far with his outfit apart from too heavy makeup and
lipstick. John was known to be a bit of a groper and I saw his
hand slip down to Alison's bottom and try to get under her skirt.
Alison immediately dropped her hand to his bottom and lifted his
skirt exposing his tights and underwear. I was surprised to see
he had on pink panties and wondered how many of us at that party
were cross dressers!. John had the grace to look embarrassed and
immediately moved his hand away from Alison's skirt - he now
knows what it was like to be groped!
A girl I did not recognise came over to me and asked me to dance.
The noise was such that I did not hear what she said but
understood what she wanted. She had beautiful blonde hair, a
well made up face and she had on a mans dress dinner suit which
in fact looked stunning on her, accentuating her well endowed
figure.
A slow record was playing and we danced close together. She said
her name was Jane and complimented me on how sexy. I was just
about to compliment her when she pressed against me, pushing her
crotch onto my thigh and I felt something that shouldn't be there
- an erection growing. Unlike Alison and Jenny's strap on this
erection moved.
My first instinct was to break away but then I changed my mind
and said to 'Jane', "Do I detect a little extra that you have
tucked away in your panties?"
Jane's voice dropped a few octaves and said, "Sorry but I find
this whole event and you in particular very exciting. It is
plain for me to see that you are, like me, a cross dresser. I
know Alison well and I suppose the best I can hope for is that
you are bi."
"Sorry," I replied, "I am a cross dresser as you surmised but I
am as straight as you can be bearing in mind I wear panties when
I can and what is more I am only interested in a relationship
with my wife. The nearest thing I have done to a bi-sexual
relationship is this dance I have had with you."
The music ended and we separated and then I danced with several
other girls who in spite of their manner of dress were all real
girls. It was wonderful dancing with these new friends while
dressed in panties and woman's clothes. Everyone of my partners
seemed to note and accept the fact that this was not the first
time I had cross dressed and two of them specifically asked me
about my cross dressing. They seemed to accept that this was a
way of letting my feminine side express itself.
A slow record came on and Alison came across and we danced close.
"I have an apology to make," she said, "I set you a test and you
passed."
"What do you mean?" I queried.
"'Jane' is Gerald and he works with Jenny and is gay. Jenny
wanted to know if Bill was gay and arranged for Gerald to make
a pass at him and to gauge the reaction and I thought I would do
the same with you - luckily you both passed. I am sorry for not
trusting you but in the circumstances I think you will understand
my concern. Do you forgive me?"
Having deceived Alison for years over my cross dressing I could
well appreciate her concern and told her I forgave her and I
promised not to keep anything from her in the future.
The party was finally coming to an end and I began to think about
reverting to my normal self and felt sad that a wonderful evening
had to end.
We stayed to the end and helped Bill and Jenny clear up and then
sat and had coffee and brandies.
I looked at what Bill and Jenny had on and made a mental note if
the opportunity ever arose to try a little girl style dress.
Jenny was not sitting very elegantly and I saw that her panties
were fully ruffled and decided they were pretty good too.
Finally it was time to head home.
"We've both drunk too much so lets walk home," Alison said.
For her to suggest this was pretty brave as she was done up like
a real hooker with her stockings exposed and I am sure she would
get some odd looks from anyone we met. I felt sufficiently good
about my appearance I was happy to walk home and in fact loved
the idea.
We set off and Alison certainly got some comments. One woman
walking her dog said she thought it disgusting that working girls
were allowed on the streets so blatantly. Several cars tooted
there horns and some comments were made but Alison did not worry
as she strutted along beside me.
Walking along in my skirt and petticoat was wonderful. I had
never ventured out before and the feeling of what I was doing and
how I was dressed was bliss.
Alison made a big joke of pretending she needed to go to the
toilet and hitching up her skirt and 'using' her strap on which
was still jutting provocatively forward.
When we got home Alison finally removed her strap on and we fell
to the floor and made love with wonderful tenderness and love
before finally heading up to bed.
"Darling did you enjoy yourself as your female side?" she asked.
"Oh yes! It was bliss. ... er ... darling ... will we
ever repeat an evening like tonight?"
Without answering directly, Alison opened up my wardrobe and I
saw that it had been rearranged with my male clothes on one side
and female clothes on the other.
"Does that answer your question," she said as she handed me a
beautiful baby doll nightie in white satin to sleep in.
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