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By Donna Stevens
"Nice outfit, Steve!"
I froze as I heard the voice behind me. Natasha, my wife, who should
have been out for the day, had returned after only half an hour. I
could feel her eyes burning into me, but I didn't dare to turn around.
My biggest fear, my secret, was out. My wife had just discovered that
she was married to a cross-dresser and things would never be the same.
"Wouldn't it be polite to look at me when I'm talking to you?" she
said.
I turned around to face her, but kept my eyes glued to the floor. I
couldn't bring myself to look into her eyes, to see the cold,
unforgiving stare that I was sure that she was wearing. We'd been
married for 5 years and I'd always managed to keep my cross-dressing
hidden, though there had been a few close calls - the odd occasion
where I'd hear the key in the lock and bolt to the bathroom to change
before she caught me. I started dressing when I was young, so I'd
gotten used to being ultra-careful, always making sure that things were
packed away in case I was disturbed unexpectedly but this time, I was
well and truly busted.
"I... I... I'm sorry." I stammered, "I thought you wouldn't be home
until this evening..."
"So you thought you'd spend the day dressed in sexy lingerie, I
suppose. Well, that explains everything. I mean, doesn't every man do
the same?" Natasha's tone was edgy and sarcastic. "Why, there must be
dozens of men dressed like sluts in this very neighbourhood."
"I'm sorry if I've upset you." I said quietly. "I never told you about
this because I never wanted to hurt you. I guessed that you'd hate me
as soon as you found out, so I've been desperately trying to make sure
that you never found out." I sat down on the edge of the bed, tears
rolling softly down my face.
"You're my husband, Steve. I'm not angry that you dress up in women's
clothing; I'm upset that you've kept this from me. I thought we had no
secrets between us ? that's what hurts the most, that you've set out to
deceive me." Natasha stood next to me and placed her hand on my
shoulder. As she ran her finger over my camisole strap, she said, "It's
not as if I didn't know, anyway."
It took a moment or two for that statement to sink in. I lifted my head
and, for the first time since she'd come home, I looked her in the
eyes.
"What do you mean? How could you know?"
I was amazed at this turn of events. I had expected yelling, tears,
humiliation, separation, but I'd never expected her to tell me that she
already knew. I searched her face for clues, but other than a knowing
smile on her lips, there were none.
"A girl gets an intuition for this sort of thing, Steve. I just put all
of the clues together and reached the only conclusion."
"Clues? What clues?" I was wracking my brain for an occasion where I
might have slipped up but none came to mind.
"You want the full list? Okay, here goes. When we were dating, we went
to the cinema. You suggested that we watch 'Prescilla, Queen of the
Desert'. Afterwards, I said to you, 'You have great cheekbones, you
know. I think you'd look good in drag.' I thought you'd laugh, but
instead you blushed deeply, then changed the subject very quickly. At
the time I thought it was just because you were easily embarrassed, but
I never forgot it. Since we've been married, I've noticed that you
always watch 'Some Like It Hot', 'Tootsie' and 'The Rocky Horror
Picture Show' every time they're on and, what's more, you encourage me
to watch them with you. The first time we watched 'Rocky Horror...'
together, we had the most incredible sex afterwards."
I nodded in agreement ? it was a memorable night, but I never realised
that she'd joined all of the dots up.
Natasha continued, "Other than that, you've always encouraged me to
wear silky lingerie and stockings to bed and every time that I have,
we've had great sex. Do you remember when I wore that black satin teddy
for the first time?"
I nodded my head again.
"Well, Steve, your hands were all over it, caressing my body through
the satin and that was the point when I realised that you had a serious
lingerie fetish. So, I decided to see how serious your fetish was. I
set little traps for you ? do you remember that pair of pure silk
stockings that went missing, presumed 'eaten' by the washing machine?"
Yet again, all I could do was nod my head.
"I left them for you to wash, to see if they would come back stretched
and out of shape ? I never thought that you would keep them all for
yourself. And every time I got a new Littlewoods catalogue, within two
days the pages around the lingerie section would be creased at the
edges. Or, on one occasion, missing ? what happened, did you get a bit
excited?"
She totally had me nailed. Again, I nodded my head.
"Anyway, I'd had enough of you acting furtively and I wanted to
confront you, but I knew that if I had no concrete evidence, you'd deny
it. I even started coming home at different times to catch you, but I
never quite managed it. Until now, that is. And, judging by your
attire, I'd say that this evidence is pretty conclusive, wouldn't you?"
I was wearing a black satin camisole/French knicker set with matching
black stockings and suspenders. I had no choice but to agree!
"There was one other thing I picked up on, too. While you were at work,
I went through your 'private' video collection and I couldn't help but
notice that every single one featured lesbians. Since there were no men
in any of them, I guessed that you weren't gay, but I did wonder if you
fantasised about being one of the girls in the video." Her fingers
teased my nipple through the satin. "Well?"
"Well...I, erm, I suppose so", I said, sheepishly. "I always wanted us
to both be dressed up and make love like two women, but I never wanted
to tell you, for fear of rejection."
"Well, I'm not rejecting you now, am I, babe?" Natasha said gently.
She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it off, before slipping her skirt
down too. She was wearing a pink silk teddiette with matching stockings
and she looked divine. She down on the bed and put her arms around me
and we kissed, long and passionately. We lay down and Natasha ran her
hands over my satin-clad body, paying extra attention to my nipples and
my rapidly-swelling cock. She played with my cock through my knickers,
taking me to the brink of orgasm before, moving her hand away.
"Does that feel nice on your clit?" she asked me, and I just moaned in
response. "God, you're a horny bitch, aren't you? Do you like being my
dirty little slut?"
Again, I could only moan in the affirmative. After teasing me through
the satin again, she pulled my knickers down and sucked my clit before
rolling onto her back.
"Now, slut, I want you to fuck me."
I rubbed my clit around her cunt, making sure that it was wet enough,
before sliding it all the way home. She groaned beneath me as I fucked
her. As my clit slid in and out of her gorgeous wet cunt, she ran her
hands over the back of my camisole and rubbed her nylon-covered legs
over mine. The feeling of our stockings rubbing together was
incredible.
"Go on, fuck me, slut! I want your clit in me, give it to me now. Fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me ? oh my God I'm coming!!! Aaaahhhhhhh!"
That was all I could take ? as soon as I heard her orgasm and felt the
contractions around my clit, I was coming too. It was the most amazing
feeling that I'd ever had. I held her tightly and pumped my seed into
her, until I was sated. We kissed gently and held each other for what
felt like an age. Eventually, Natasha got up to go to the bathroom and
I lay in bed, half-dozing, totally content. I didn't hear her come back
into the room, but suddenly, I felt her hand on my butt ? her fingers
were slippery, she'd lubricated them with something. I tried to turn
over, but Natasha told me to stay where I was.
"You told me that you wanted to make love like the girls on the video,
didn't you? Well, you're about to."
Her index finger ran around the edge of my puckered arsehole before
sliding inside. I could feel it moving about inside of me, something
that I'd never felt before. She pulled it out, leaving me feeling
slightly empty. I raised my butt in the air and pushed it back towards
her, wanting to have that sensation of fullness again. She grabbed me
by the hips and pulled me towards her and then I felt it ? not her
finger, but an oiled strap-on dildo pushing against my little entrance.
She pushed gently at first, but as soon as the head of the dildo was in
my arse she gave a good push and slid it halfway home. I gasped in a
mixture of pain and pleasure and, after sliding it almost all the way
out, she pushed it back inside, all the way. I was filled with 8 inches
of dildo and I was loving it!
"How's that feel babe, do you still like being my slut?" Natasha asked
me. Her pace increased as she fucked me with abandon.
"God, I love being your slut! Please, fuck me harder, harder, harder!"
I cried. Natasha reached around and took my clit in her hand, rubbing
it in time with the strokes of the dildo.
"Are you going to come for me then, slut?" she said.
The combination of her hand on my clit, the dildo in my back passage
and the silk and satin on my body was too much for me and I came again,
with even more intensity than before. We collapsed together on the bed,
Natasha spooned behind me so the dildo was still inside of me.
"No more secrets then?" she said.
"Never again, I promise. I love you, babe." I replied, and we lay
together until we both drifted off to sleep.
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