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My Worst Nightmare by SONIA
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This story is one I keep going back to as as theme because this
is my dream if only it happened just like this .......
My worst nightmare had happened.
My wife, Lorna, stood at the door to our bedroom with a look of
horror on her face and her eyes welling up with tears.
"Oh my God," she said, turned and hurriedly left the room and
soon after I heard the front door slam, her car start up and
drive quickly away.
I looked into the mirror ahead of me and saw what she had seen.
I was dressed in a pink satin dress with a multi layered bouffant
petticoat and below had on a matching set of pink satin bra,
panties and suspender belt with black stockings. I had on a
blond wig and what I thought was subtle make up. The erection
that had been pushing against my panties in a very unladylike way
a few moments earlier had shrivelled to nothing and I sat there
feeling worse than I could ever imagine.
With a heavy heart I slowly took off my clothes, removed my wig
and makeup and packed them away in my secret compartment in the
corner of our built in wardrobes. I dressed in jeans and a
sweatshirt and went downstairs.
What do I do next? Is this the end of my marriage? Why did she
have to come home unexpectedly? Lorna had gone to stay at her
mothers for a few days and was not due home until tomorrow.
I decided to phone her and try to talk to her and explain - how
could I explain? What makes me cross dress? I don't even know
myself so how can I explain it to Lorna. I know that I have a
deep down need to dress as a woman occasionally. I know that I
am 100% straight but every so often have an uncontrollable need
to express my female side and slip into a pair of panties. When
I put on a pretty pair of panties I forget all the troubles of
my world and escape into another side of my life. I know also
that I find it extremely sexually exciting when dressed and on
many occasions had fantasized about making love to Lorna while
dressed in lingerie and had had the most intense orgasms on those
times.
I poured a whisky and took a deep swallow for courage and then
phoned her mobile. It rang but she did not answer. I tried
again. On the fourth attempt she answered and sobbed into the
phone, "What do you want."
"Come home and let's talk," I said, "I can't discuss things over
the phone."
"Oh Ian, how could you. I thought I knew you. Oh Ian ..."
She again started crying and if a hole opened under me and
swallowed me I would not protest.
"Come home... Please.."
She hung up and I sat dejected on the sofa and waited .. and
hoped .. and prayed.
After about a half hour I heard her car and then the door opened.
She looked terrible with blotchy eyes and streaked makeup.
I passed her the drink I had prepared, took her coat and guided
her to the sofa.
I took a deep breath and started, "I am so sorry to have upset
you. I have dressed up on occasions since I was 8 years old.
I really don't understand why I feel the need but I do and
although I have tried to stop I don't seem able to and in a way
don't want to. I have never shared this with anyone. I do not
want to be a woman and am not gay or bisexual. I love you
totally and my one wish, although I know I don't deserve it,
would be for you to try to understand and to share this side of
my life with me."
I paused to let what I had said sink in.
"Why didn't you tell me," she asked.
"Because I thought you would not understand and leave me."
"I don't know how I feel at the moment. I am so hurt that you
have lived this lie but I realise that had you told me before we
were married I most likely would have run a mile. I need to
think about this. I'm sure you will understand but I'll sleep
in the spare room tonight."
With that she got up and went out of the room without looking at
me.
I tidied away the glasses and went to bed. The next morning her
door was locked and so I dressed and went to work leaving a note
for her. I had thought a lot that night on my own and wrote
telling her I would never dress up again if she would only try
in time to forgive and forget.
Work dragged that day and when I set off home my heart was
pounding with dread of what I would find. Would she have packed
and left? I hoped beyond hope that she would forgive me.
That night Lorna was very cool towards me and we ate a boring
meal in almost silence. Over the evening she asked me a few
questions about what I did and I tried to answer as honestly as
I could but she showed no real reaction. At bed time she again
went to the spare room to sleep.
The next night she seemed more friendly - or was it just wishful
thinking on my part. When bed time came she came back into my
room but made it clear I was still not forgiven.
The next night was Friday and when I opened the front door and
my heart skipped a beat with the smell of delicious food. I went
towards the kitchen and found Lorna there with a glass of wine
in her hand.
"I have spent a busy three days investigating you," she said, "I
have been on the internet and I am amazed how many cross dressing
sites there are - some are pure porn but some try to explain the
situation and others have a wife support role. I found a good
wife support site and used the helpline number and talked to
another cross dresser's wife. Talking to Joan I realised that
many of the traits in your character that I loved were the
peaking through of your feminine side - you love shopping and
buying me clothes, you cook beautiful meals, you help me with my
knitting and dress making. I've also noticed you are happier
talking to my friends than their husbands and you don't do many
of the things other men do such as go to football and down the
pub."
I said nothing and she went on, "I was shocked seeing you dressed
as you were and Joan told me that my reaction was normal but that
if I loved you then maybe we can reach an understanding. The one
thing she assured me was that you could not stop and so we have
two choices, either you dress in secret behind my back or we make
it part of our relationship. I don't want any more deceit so it
has to be the latter. I may find it hard to adjust but I am
willing to try."
Tears fell down my cheeks as I looked at her and when she opened
her arms to me I went to her and we hugged and kissed and held
each other.
"Supper is in a half an hour", she said, "Go and shower and
change - I have put out some clean things on the bed."
I went and showered and then with a towel around my waist went
to the bedroom and as soon as I opened the door I stopped dead.
There on the bed was an entirely new set of clothes. There was
a set of Janet Reger lingerie consisting of a matching set of
bra, panties and suspender belt in black satin with cream lace
trim, a black waist slip, black stockings, a black blouse, a red
tartan kilt and a pair of black knee high boots.
As I stood there Lorna came behind me and put her arms around me
and said, "Do you like them?"
"I love them," I replied.
"You have watched me dress so often, it's my turn to watch you."
I should have been embarrassed but I wasn't. This was a dream
I never thought would happen. I dropped the towel and slipped
on the suspender belt and carefully pulled on the stockings and
fastened them. I then stepped into my panties. For once I did
not have an erection as dressing - tonight seemed a natural thing
to do rather than a sexual adventure. I picked up the bra and
put it on.
"You certainly are experienced at dressing," she said as I
expertly fastened the bra behind my back.
I looked at her and grinned sheepishly.
I stepped into the slip and adjusted it onto my waist and then
put on the blouse. It fit me perfectly and this was followed by
the kilt.
I had never had shoes before as Lorna's were too small and I had
not had the courage to buy any. The boots fit me perfectly and
felt incredible. I went to turn to the mirror but Lorna guided
me to her dressing table and sat me down and started applying
makeup giving me a commentary as she went.
"You had too much rouge on and your eye makeup was too high ..."
I was in heaven.
She then brought out a new brunette wig. "Your blonde one was
too tarty for tonight," she said, ".. maybe another night."
She put the wig on me and brushed it and then said, "What do you
think?"
I went to the mirror and looked at myself. I may not be
beautiful but the woman looking back at me was a woman and not
a man in drag. I turned to Lorna and smiled with tears in my
eyes.
"Don't go spoiling your eye makeup," she said and put her arms
out to me.
I moved to her and we held each other closely. "My darling
Lorna. I cannot tell you how happy you have made me today and
I am so sorry if I have upset you and disappointed you."
We moved downstairs and as we walked my senses tingled with the
thrill of what was happening. My stocking covered legs swished
as we walked along and I could feel the slight tug against the
suspenders.
Over a pre dinner drink Lorna told me more of her research.
"Joan said that if I loved you then your dressing could become
an exciting part of our life together. She told me about some
of the things she got up to with her husband and in a way they
seemed pretty fun. She said that most cross dressers only wanted
to do it occasionally and provided it did not become an obsession
or where we only made love when dressed it was OK. Is that how
you see it?"
"I don't know what will happen now we are sharing my dressing but
I used to want to dress in panties about every 2-3 weeks and
sometimes even longer between sessions. I think we now both have
to be totally open and to say if we want to do or try things and
to enjoy ourselves. I can tell you that I have never been happier
than I am now."
We ate the meal chatting like two girls about anything and
everything. We drank some wine and after had brandy and coffee.
As the time passed I became more and more nervous and yet excited
about making love to Lorna while dressed in panties - would it
be anything like I had dreamt it might be.
Lorna made the first move by standing up and undoing her dress
and letting it drop to the floor. I had been so involved with
what I was wearing I had not really considered what she might be
wearing below and seeing her I nearly came on the spot. Lorna
was wearing one of my sets of lingerie consisting of ruffled red
satin panties with black lace trim and matching bra and suspender
belt. I had bought this set from a specialist shop as I felt
there was no way she would ever buy anything so sexy. She looked
incredible!!
"Do you like my panties?" she said twirling around in front of
me. I like having a new wardrobe to share.
My clothes were hidden in the corner of our room in a secret
compartment between the corner wardrobes and the fact that she
was wearing my clothes I knew my hiding place had been
discovered.
"I've moved your clothes into a section of your wardrobe so they
are easier to get at. I look forward to trying your maids outfit
and the petticoats."
Lorna put out her hand to me and when I took it she pulled me
gently to my feet and we kissed. Holding her dressed in my
panties was so erotic and my penis was rigid in my panties and
she pushed against it as we kissed. I shivered as I felt her
hand go under my skirt and stroke my leg over the top of my
stockings.
"Darling, lets go to bed," she said and as she again kissed me
I felt her undo my kilt and let it fall to the floor. I undid
my blouse as we left the living room and dropped it on the stairs
as we headed to our room. We fell in each others arms on the bed
and on her instigation I took my penis out through the leg of my
panties and as she pulled her panties to the side I entered her
and in a blur of satin and lace we made love urgently. Lorna
came quickly with a cry of pleasure and I flooded my semen into
her as I came with sensations I had only ever dreamt of.
After the initial ferocity I then slid down her body and gently
sucked and licked her to orgasm, tasting my own come as her
juices flowed before making love to her again. I dropped beside
her in exhaustion only to be pushed onto my back and she then
slid down me and took my penis into her mouth. As she sucked me
she caressed my panty covered bottom and stockings and brought
me to a further incredible orgasm. I was overcome with emotion
and excitement and when she slid up beside me we kissed again and
I could taste my salty come as we kissed.
"I think I could get to really like my new lover," she purred,
"Maybe you will be wearing panties more often than we first
thought."
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