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The Woman's View
By SONIA
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This story is based on an exchange of emails I had with what I thought
was a woman chatting about her husband. As our exchanges continued I
began to wonder whether in fact it was a guy pretending - so much of
what was suggested was to close to a cross dressers dream to be real
but it was fun anyway! Much of the dialogue to the groups was exactly
as it was sent from the person.
It was Saturday and I had been to visit my mother leaving my husband,
Simon, at home doing some jobs around the house. When I returned Simon
had prepared a nice supper for us and poured me a drink, which I took
upstairs as I went to run a bath. I almost dreaded going into our
bedroom. Would it be the same again?
Simon and I had been married for 5 years and had a good marriage. We
had no children, lots of friends; good holidays and Simon had a well-
paid job. We had a fun sex life and kept a bit of spice in it by making
sex a special time and not a mundane chore. I enjoy wearing pretty
lingerie, as I know that Simon finds it exciting.
Pretty lingerie! - here was my problem. I had noticed when I was away
and returned; often I found my clothes just slightly out of place
especially my lingerie. I went into my room and opened my lingerie
drawer and looked carefully. I had purposefully put a very pretty pair
of panties at the top of the pile and arranged it so the lace trim
lined exactly with a flower on the pair below. The panties were in the
same place as I had left them - but in a different position - neatly
folded but moved. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. What
did this mean?
In the bath I lay thinking about it and thought about my feelings.
Simon was doing something with my lingerie. He was either playing with
it, maybe as a thrill to masturbate with or he was wearing it. My God
what was I saying!
If he was masturbating using my lingerie to give him a thrill why
sometimes was a skirt out of place? Oh no. He has to be wearing it!
"Darling can I come in?" called Simon.
We did not lock the bathroom door so there was no need for him to ask
but he always did.
The bath was full of bubbles and I was out of sight and so I said, "Yes
of course."
Why did I feel the need to be covered? I never normally worried about
being naked in front of Simon. Oh why did things have to change? Why
could I have not just ignored my clothes being touched?
Simon came in with a smile on his face and a plate of smoked salmon and
a glass of champagne.
"What's this for?" I asked in rather too cross a way. He often brought
me something nice in the bath, pampering me as he always has, but today
it was different. I felt as though I wanted to hurt him.
"Oh! Nothing. It's only because I love you so much."
I felt bad seeing his hurt expression. Men are really such simple
creatures!
"I'm sorry. I'm tired."
Simon leant over the bath and started to massage my neck and shoulders.
I leant forward and he massaged my back I relaxed but then his hand
moved round to my front and went to my nipple and instead of revelling
in the sensations I tensed and made to start to wash. Simon did not
seem to notice my brush off and went out of the bathroom to do the next
stage of his meal.
I dried and went into our bedroom and sat on the bed trying to decide
what to do. Simon was the same person today as he was yesterday and for
that matter for as long as I had known him. All the things I loved
about him were the same but why did I feel so odd? Why did I feel
violated? Is that too strong a word to use?
I decided that my love for Simon was too much to waste on suspicion and
so I had to find out more and see if we could work through it. On
Monday when Simon was at work I would look on the Internet and see what
I can find out and when I have all the facts, well I don't know.
Whether it was out of spite or what I don't know but that night I put
on stockings with the panties I felt he had been wearing and a short
sexy skirt and sexy blouse. At the back of my mind I wondered whether
he would react to my panties but then I pushed the thoughts away and
thought only of my love for him and our life together.
Did I dream it or was I drunk, but that night Simon seemed more loving
than ever and when we finally headed for bed we made love like newly
weds.
When we had headed to bed I had gone ahead of Simon and as I went up
the stairs I had flipped up the back of my skirt to flash my stockings
at him. He had given a wolf whistle and had caressed my bottom through
my panties. In the bedroom I had removed my blouse and let my skirt
drop to the floor. Simon had pealed off his clothes in a flash and as I
went to slip out of my panties he stopped me and guided me to the bed.
Simon had devoted himself to me and I had had one of the best, most
intense orgasms I had ever had.
I had almost begun to think I was imagining the whole thing until after
we were both finally spent and we cuddled together on the bed I felt
Simon caressing the panties I still wore. His caress was not a simple
touch or stroke it was almost like he was trying to remember every
detail of them. Suddenly I felt as though I was being used. It wasn't
me he had just made love to but my panties.
"Do you love me?" I asked him almost hoping he said no so I could
scream and shout at him to hurt him as he was hurting me at the moment.
"Of course I do. More than you will ever realize."
With my mind in turmoil I rolled over and was soon asleep.
Sunday passed as most other Sundays did and again I began to doubt what
I was thinking but decided that tomorrow I would definitely explore the
net and see what information I could find out.
As soon as Simon had left for work I was on the computer. It was a bit
of a revelation as I delved into the seedier side of the internet. I
knew there was porn out there but had not realized how much especially
when you started searching along the lines of cross-dressing. I found
some sites that had information about cross-dressing and found an
interesting fact that most cross dressers are straight. After much
searching I found several groups that dealt with cross-dressing and
finally one that sounded as though it might be helpful. The group was
'women_into_men_in_lingerie' and after reading the home page I prepared
and sent a message to them:
Hello everyone;
I'm new to the group and so by way of introduction I will tell everyone
just a bit about myself and my husband. Been married for some years and
I have been aware that he secretly tries on and wears some of my
"things". I have never confronted him about it, but I have tried on a
number of occasions to get him to open up to me about this "secret"
fetish. I have talked to him about my own fetishes, hoping he would
feel safe and open-up to me. On one occasion we were attending a play
and in one scene a man was on stage in set of women's undergarments. I
deliberately commented to my husband how sexy I thought it was for a
man to be so secure about himself that he would break the social rules
about dress and appearance. There was a momentary look of a struggle
going on with him, but he did not admit his own desires. He comes from
a very conservative family that often seems to consider image more
important that substance, and I'm a bit afraid that he cannot bring
himself to admit his fancy even to me.
Would like suggestions on how to confront him, without seeming
confrontational. I have considered the possibility that he simply does
not tell me because it is more fun for him to sneak about. I would
appreciate thoughts and suggestions.
When I pressed the send button I suddenly wondered what I had done but
decided that I needed help to know how do deal with this issue.
Later that day I checked my emails and found several responses. The
general suggestion was to set a trap and catch Simon when he was
dressed and that most cross dressers harboured a secret desire to be
caught just like this. I thought about Simon and felt sure that this
may well not be the best option for him but maybe cross dressers know
the mind of a cross dresser better than I do.
One cross dresser who replied to me seemed very keen to help and sent
some stories he had written with the theme of being discovered. He had
been a cross dresser for years and it was kept a secret from his wife.
I was very confused on what to do so I wrote a reply to the group:
Thank you for your responses and suggestions to my introductory
message. A special thanks to "Sonia", whose reply was very informative
and just a bit eye-opening. You have given me a great deal to think
about, perhaps even a bit to worry about, Sonia. I am rather surprised
that some of those who answered admitted that they have been cross-
dressing secretively for years without their wives knowledge. Is such
secrecy possible in a marriage? Although we have been married a rather
short while, I have been aware of my husband's cross-dressing since our
second or third month of marriage. The dilemma for me has been how to
reveal my awareness to him and second, would such a revelation be best.
Everyone who answered my posting expressed the sentiment that "getting
caught" is a part of the fantasy/allure. I may proceed to "catch" my
husband based upon that sentiment. As a wife, I cannot imagine anything
more injurious to a marriage than long-term secrecy. How can the
secrecy be doing either party any good? Is there more to the fantasy
than wearing women's clothes?
I sent the message and within a few minutes I found Sonia had sent me a
message:
I agree that to some 'getting caught' is part of the fantasy but from
my point of view, if you want the relationship to last, I think that
'getting caught' could be a disaster.
We don't know what your husband's 'thing' is. Catching him in a pair of
panties may be something you could cope with and accept but there are
some who take things much further and as a first introduction to you
this may be a disaster.
If my wife caught me dressed I would die! If she allowed wearing
panties to be part of sex and build up from there I could cope and
adjust. I would love to share with my wife what has been a secret for
28 years.
Good luck.
I could really see his point of view and decided to write to him
directly for further advice making sure he understood that it was just
advice I wanted and nothing more. I prepared an email and sent it to
him asking for help.
When the reply came, rather than a short note, the reply was a long
letter that tried to explain to me the types of cross dressers there
are and what that might mean to me and what is more to my marriage.
'Sonia' explained his name was Andy and he told me much about himself.
As he told his story I recognized many of the traits in Simon that Andy
described.
My biggest fear was that if I broached the subject with Simon then once
he knew I accepted his cross dressing would he want to take it further
and live part time, or worse still, full time as a woman. I could cope
with him wearing lingerie for fun and as a sexual thrill but not my
husband as my wife!
One thing he said really made sense. He said he could not cope with
being caught even by a sympathetic wife and he went on to say that he
was intelligent enough to know that he looked pretty ridiculous when
dressed and the embarrassment of being seen by his wife would be
horrendous.
The last bit of his letter seemed a good approach. He said. 'Wear
something sexy for him - ideally what you think he has worn and have a
loving but sexy evening. In bed suggest it might be fun to try
something different and suggest he makes love to you wearing your
panties - he will resist as any cross dresser does not want to let on
how much he loves wearing the clothes - persevere and if you succeed
then talk about it afterwards. If it goes well let him know you think
he has been wearing your clothes and that you don't mind but want to
understand.'
Looking at the email I grinned as I read, 'Whatever you do and however
stupid he looks don't laugh.'
Suddenly the enormous nature of my problem hit me. Here I was planning
with a total stranger how to get my husband to admit he wears my
panties. Was I going to ruin my marriage? Should I just ignore the
situation? My heart felt heavy with worry and I felt my eyes well with
tears.
I looked again at the email and read, 'I think that within a loving
relationship, cross dressing can be an addition to the relationship and
not necessarily a disaster but only if you control the situation.'
I had a lot to think about! I spent the rest of the day reading and re-
reading the email from Andy and at the end I decided that this Saturday
was going to be 'the day' where I would deal with the situation for
better or worse. As I thought those words I thought back to my wedding
day and remembered those same words being said and again my eyes filled
with tears as I thought of how I felt.
When Simon came home he seemed his usual self and once again I began to
doubt the actions I was taking. Was I imagining that Simon was wearing
my clothes? Maybe he just liked looking at them. I ran a bath and lay
back and relaxed. Glancing across to the laundry basket I saw the
panties I had worn today on the top of the pile. What was it about
panties that Simon liked? I tried hard to think of what it must be like
but could not really understand it.
From my point of view as a woman I could not really see how clothes
made much of a difference to how sexy I felt. For me, what made me feel
sexy was the whole loving approach made by my husband throughout the
evening culminating in sex. I could not just 'switch on' and needed
tenderness, kissing and cuddling. Whether he was wearing fancy boxers
or naked at the end made next to no difference. I knew that Simon found
me wearing sexy lingerie was good for him but did not turn me on
without the love and tenderness as well.
I sighed and got out of the bath and went to our bedroom to get
dressed. On the way I passed Simon who gave me a kiss as we passed and
he headed for the bathroom for a shower. I dressed and went downstairs
and put food on to cook.
A while later Simon joined me and asked, "Like a drink?"
I said yes and as he prepared the drinks I went to get the laundry to
put a load through the washing machine. As I went into the bathroom I
immediately saw that the panties I had been wearing today were not
where I had left them. This confirmed my suspicions, not that they
really needed confirming.
On Friday I went into town and went to a designer lingerie shop.
Although Andy had suggested wearing panties that I thought Simon had
worn I decided that if I was going to do it, I was going to do it well!
I knew from the items of my lingerie that Simon had moved he liked
satin and lace and did not seem to like my skimpy lingerie. I browsed
through the rows of lingerie and settled on a beautiful set in pale
lemon satin with ivory lace trim. The panties were quite full cut, and
as well as bra and suspender belt I also bought a short matching waist
slip.
"Are you buying for a special occasion?" the assistant asked.
I felt like saying that I was buying for my cross dressing husband but
decided not and simply said, "Yes. It is a special day in our marriage
this Saturday."
"Have these with my complements," she said adding a pair of fully
fashioned seamed stockings to my pile.
The bill was very high but I was sure it would be worth it. I went into
a nearby department store and found a short black pleated skirt, which
was a style I knew he liked, and a yellow satin blouse. The final
purchase was a pair of knee high, high heeled black leather boots.
Simon had nagged me for ages to buy some 'kinky boots' as he referred
to them. These were wonderfully comfortable, sexy, but not so over the
top that they could only be worn for sex!
I headed home, stopping at the supermarket to buy a tasty meal for
tomorrow and hid all my purchases in the wardrobe in the spare room.
When Simon came home he had brought me some flowers and he kissed me on
the lips and must have wondered what hit him as instead of a quick kiss
I hit him with a full, deep kiss. My shopping trip and the thought of
tomorrow had surprisingly made me quite excited! That night we kissed
and cuddled more than I can remember and made love with real passion.
As I lay in the afterglow of sex I again had terrible nerves of what I
was going to do. What if I had got the situation totally wrong!
Simon had been invited for a round of golf with a work colleague and
left before lunch the next day and was due back at 6.00. While he was
out I prepared supper, tidied the house and went and had a long hot
bath. At 5.15 I started to dress for the evening. I put on my panties,
bra, suspender belt and stockings and then did my makeup. I was
surprised how sexy I felt and what was more, how excited I was about my
plans for the evening. I put on my boots and looking in the mirror I
began to see what might make a man cross dress. When I looked at my
sexy image and thought of a man with the choice of a few different
coloured boxer shorts I could see how the lure of the sexy lingerie
might call. I put on my blouse and slip and finally the skirt and
looked again at myself. Wow! What a sight! If that did not get him
drooling then what would!
I went downstairs and waited for Simon to get home. When I heard his
car arrive I nipped into the downstairs toilet and as he opened the
door I called through the door, "I'm in the loo. Nip and have a shower
and change and I'll pour us some drinks."
It may not have been the best idea but I did not want him to see me
until he was changed and a bit more relaxed. I heard the shower
upstairs and I went into the kitchen and poured drinks. When I heard
him enter the living room I entered from the kitchen and burst out
laughing when I saw his expression.
"I assume from your look that you like my new outfit,"
"It is fantastic. God you look sexy. Why do I deserve this?"
"Darling, tonight is going to be special. A start of a new us. I love
you so much I would do anything for you."
"I love you so much as well and you know I would do anything for you."
That was what I was waiting for. "Anything?" I asked.
"Anything," he said and we kissed.
"Tonight I want to try something that may make a big difference to our
lives. Will you go along with me?"
Simon looked puzzled.
"Say yes."
"Well - O.K. What is it?"
"Later. I think you will enjoy it."
I would not be drawn on what was planned. As we went through the
evening I made sure that Simon got plenty of sexy flashes of my
lingerie but I did not allow him to touch it or fondle me. I allowed
kisses but as soon as he tried to lift my skirt I kept stopping him and
saying he had to wait until later. We drank enough so we were relaxed
but I was careful not to drink too much as I did not want either of us
to be out of control. Finally I felt the time was right to move my plan
to the next stage. I took Simon by the hand and led him upstairs. In
the room he quickly undressed as I took off my boots, skirt and blouse.
Simon was looking at me with an expression of such desire that I almost
felt the need to cover myself.
"Do you like my new lingerie?" I asked provocatively.
"Oh Yes!" he gasped and leant over and touched the lace on my panties.
This touch was not a touch of lust for my body but a touch of longing
for my panties. I smiled inwardly. I guided him to the bed and lay back
and let him start caressing me. My breasts ached with longing and as he
touched my nipples through the bra they felt wonderfully sensitive. We
kissed furiously and then his hand slipped down and found my clitoris
through my panties and he slid his finger up and down, slipping over
the satin of my panties and caressing me in the way he knew I loved. I
felt my orgasm building but for once this was not what I wanted.
"Darling would you do something to make me very happy," I said.
Poor Simon was in such a state of excitement that I am sure he would
have done absolutely anything so he readily agreed. This was it! This
was the crunch time!
I took a breath, leant forward and slipped off my panties and passed
them to Simon and said, "Would you put these on and then make love to
me?"
A look of horror spread over Simon's face but then also a look of
desire. "I... I... I can't. Men don't wear panties."
"Darling I want you to and anyway if we both want it what is wrong with
it. Please do slip them on and make love to me. It will be such a
thrill."
Simon paused for a second and then he put them on. The way he slid the
panties up his legs and caressed them round his bottom I knew I was
correct in my assessment.
"You look so sexy," I said and stroked his bottom through the panties.
What I had not expected was that I actually did think he looked sexy.
Maybe this was going to work out OK. "Make love to me."
I had half expected him to rush through making love but instead he
devoted himself to me and soon had me gasping with pleasure. I don't
think I had ever seen his penis as rigid as it was jutting forward in
my panties. I was at the point I wanted him inside me and took control,
taking his penis out through the leg of the panties and then guided him
into me. As he pumped into me I caressed his panty covered bottom and
loved the feel of the satin over his taught bottom cheeks. My orgasm
built quickly and my body seemed to take on a life of its own as
sensation flooded through me and then with a gasp Simon came, crying
out in pleasure and flooding me with his love juices. Finally we
collapsed together and kissed and cuddled as we slowly recovered.
Simon went to move and remove my panties and I said, "No keep them on.
They suit you."
As we lay side by side I stroked his leg through the panties and said
to him, "That was wonderful. I love you in those panties. Tell me about
why you like dressing in my clothes and can we share the fun together
in the future."
This was it. I waited with baited breath for what he would say next.
He looked at me and quietly said, "You know?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry."
"Darling don't worry."
Simon again went to remove my panties and again I stopped him. "Lets
really make this evening special," I said. I then got out of bed and
went to my chest of drawers. I slipped off my bra and put on a short
satin nightie and then picked out my pretties nightie and handed it to
Simon. "Slip this on and then let's chat."
I saw the turmoil in his mind and to reassure him I helped him slip it
over his head and let it drop over his body. I fluffed up the pillows
and we lay side by side, each in our nighties and talked.
Over the next while Simon explained everything. His dressing went back
to childhood and I was relieved to find that he just loved the look and
feel of lingerie and not that he wanted to turn into a woman.
"It's just something I don't understand but a deep seated need that
just never seems to go away. If I understood I might be able to stop
but whenever I see pretty lingerie I want to wear it," he said looking
so sad that my heart went out to him.
He went on to explain that when I was out he would slip on my lingerie
and just enjoy the comfort it gave. The way the stresses of work
disappear and the feeling of total contentment but then the guilt.
"I felt I was being so unfaithful to you. It was as if I was cheating
with another woman but the other woman was me. Can you really accept
what I do?"
Andy's advice came back to me and I said, "Yes, but on conditions.
Firstly I can cope with you dressing on occasions, and in fact if
tonight is anything to go by I think we will have a lot of fun, but it
is not to develop into an everyday event. If that happens then it will
remove the fun and excitement."
Simon's eyes were shiny with tears as he said, "Oh darling you are so
wonderful. I only get the desire to dress every so often. After I have
dressed for a while it seems to satisfy the inner need and then it is
some time before the need builds again."
"Secondly I want you to stop dressing in secret. I want you to share
the time with me. Thirdly I can cope with this in our home but I could
not cope if you started wanting to go out dressed as a woman."
"Oh No! I could never do that! What I love is the feel of lingerie on
my male body. I do sometimes like to wear a skirt and blouse but I
don't want to be a woman. It's just when I am dressed I am another
person."
"Finally if you want to dress up then I should have a reward and you
can do a bit more towards the running of the home. After all that is
supposed to be woman's work."
"Of course I will. I'd love to."
The look of ecstasy on his face was a joy to see. I leant over and
kissed him and as I did I felt his penis straining at his panties and
guided my eager husband back to me. We made love again, this time the
love between us was reflected in such deep passion that as I lay there
contentedly afterwards I knew our marriage had changed - for the
better.
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