Bell Whistles SecretsChapter 8 Historical Perspective
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When Beth and I were married, we were so in love- each of us star struck
with the other. Over the past few months, we really were in a routine,
maybe even a rut. I have to admit, much of it is my fault. I've been
playing dress up since I was about eight years old. When I say dress up, I
don't mean that I dressed up like a cowboy or anything like that. I mean
that I dressed up in the prettiest clothes I could find. My sister's
dresses, my mom's lingerie, you name it- if it was girly, I was wearing
it. So after Beth and I were married, I started becoming curious again.
I've been craving the feeling of satin, of stockings, of high heels. I had
thrown away all my girly stuff after we were married; I was too afraid she
would find it. I was madly in love with her and hoped all of those
feelings would vanish. They did not.
It started when shopping at Victoria's Secret for her birthday. I decided
to buy a few items for myself. She would see the credit card charge and
know I bought something for her, she wouldn't know if I added a little
cami and some panties for myself. That was my first purchase. Next was
Christmas- only this time it was Frederick's of Hollywood. After a while I
had a decent collection of panties and lingerie. I would wear them when
she was out with friends or staying late at work.
After a while, my curiosity almost got the best of me. I arrived home
before Beth and was getting changed. I saw a gorgeous pair of panties she
had on the day before. I couldn't resist. I took them and sat on the bed.
I could smell her scent and it was exciting me. I took off all my clothes
and rubbed them against myself. I could never forget them, satin with
lace, pink: so soft and girly. As I put them on I thought of how wonderful
I felt. I sat back on the bed and fell back. I could feel the satin
against my skin, I started to close my eyes and think about wearing more
of my wife's delicates.
Just then I heard the garage door close. I shot up and panicked, trying to
think of what to do. I knew she was headed towards the bedroom, so I
grabbed my pants and put them on. I had no time to change underwear. I
kicked my undies under the bed and pretended that I was changing into some
more comfortable clothes. I grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt and
headed to the bathroom to change. I was forced to wear her panties for the
rest of the night. I'll never forget sitting on the couch next to her,
wondering what she would think if she knew I was wearing her panties. At
one point, she even put her hand on my hip. If she were paying attention
she would have known that I was wearing panties and not ugly boy undies.
After that, I started to do it more often. I would come home and see what
panties she had worn the day before. She often left them on the bathroom
floor and I would put them on and look in the mirror. I loved how they
were so snug, the panties hugged my bottom and held my little man in a
little satin prison. I loved it. About this time I started purchasing some
make up- I drove miles away and would pick up one or two make up items at
a pharmacy or grocery store, mixing them with about twenty other items so
no one would suspect. I had several stashes by this point: make up,
lingerie and even magazines from Victoria Secret and Frederick's of
Hollywood.
It was only a matter of time before I got caught. I think she tried to
catch me, I think she set a trap for me, but I don't know for sure. One
minute she knew nothing and the next I'm caught wearing her panties and
bra. Beth called my office and left a message that she was going to be
late that evening. I drove home like Mario Andretti to have as much time
as possible to play dress up.
I entered the house and went straight for the laundry room. On the dryer
was her satin robe; next to the washer were her already worn clothes,
complete with her scent. I quickly rummaged through and picked out a
gorgeous red bra and matching panties. I stripped my clothes and put them
as quickly as I could. My heart was racing. I had wanted to wear these for
the longest time. I grabbed a couple more of her already worn panties and
headed to the bathroom. I had to see how I looked in this. As I was
admiring myself in the mirror and starting to touch her panties to me, I
heard the door open.
I was totally a deer in headlights. There she was- looking me up and down,
while she pushed the door completely open. I was standing there wearing
her bra and panties and I was obviously very excited. I didn't know what
to say, which was fine, because I couldn't have spoken if I wanted to. I
didn't know if I was going to cry or laugh, I could feel all these
emotions boiling up. I stared at her for a moment and then my eyes went to
the floor. She still had a grin on her face: I knew she set me up and she
was proud of it. Just as the first tear started, she held her hand up and
said, "Shhhhhhh...." It was the most beautiful thing. With that little
sound, I knew it was going to be OK. I knew she was not mad. I knew I was
safe. However, I didn't know what she had in store for me.
She grabbed my hand and led me out to the bedroom, where a beautiful gift
wrapped box was sitting on the bed. As she took over, I was instantly
aroused and terrified at the same time.
Trisha
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