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Unexpected Consequences A cross-dressing husband is caught, understood and surprised! My gorgeous wife had taken the weekend away to look after a sick friend of ours and would be away from Friday night to late Sunday. I had mixed feelings, being sad at her absence over the weekend but.............well my hidden 'special' needs were screaming out for fulfilment and here was a rare but opportune time to indulge them! Saturday mid-morning saw the sudden re-appearance of Claire. I heard the key in the lock and hurried to the front door just as it opened to her first step inside, small suitcase in hand. "God! I'm so glad to see you, Darling," I blurted out on seeing her standing before me, reaching for her case with one hand as the other stretched towards her neck. "What's wrong?" she asked, her features clouding over in instant concern. "Oh. Err, nothing serious, I'm, err,................................. I'm just so glad to see you again" I prevaricated as fast as I could. Her strong sharp mind and intuition were not tolerating any fob-offs; she dropped the case from her hand and grasped my shoulders hard. "What's happened?" She demanded.I started to say, "Come into the kitchen and have a cup of...." but only got as far as "Come into" before she asked again in a louder voice, "What has happened?" With her blue-grey eyes staring directly into mine, I knew of her deep love and concern for me, but I also knew she was staring deep into my soul and I dare not lie. I was stuck. I had only one choice: to tell the truth. "Your friend Zoe is trying to blackmail me and I am scared and don't know what to do," emerged from my lips, almost without conscious intention. Her chin dropped and a slight frown appeared above her piercing eyes, now shadowing slight doubts. "Zoe? Our neighbour across the street? She's our friend. Surely she wouldn't............You better tell me the whole story - and you can make me some coffee now. I think I need it hot and sweet." She left the fallen case where it was and pushed me towards the kitchen where I began making us coffee, my mind in a whirl trying to think how to tell the events in the best light for me. As I got the mugs and sugared them Claire ordered, "Right, begin from the very start, I don't want you to leave anything out." My mind still a kaleidoscope of thoughts I started, "Zoe saw me in our bedroom from hers. She waved then disappeared from the window. Two minutes later she let herself in through our back door and caught me in the kitchen. She..................She realised I'd been wearing a bra and she came straight up to me grabbed the straps through my shirt." I watched as Claire's chin dropped once more but she didn't say anything, waiting for me to continue. "She said unless I was specially nice to her from now on she'd tell you what I was wearing. She then just smirked and left. Darling Claire, I know I have never confided my stupid hobby to you and I was scared that she might poison things between us. I hadn't told you because I was certain you'd think me a failure..........and now somebody else knows and I feel so stupid and weak to have let you down and...........ruined our love.........spoilt everything we have..........and.........." For one of the few times in my life I felt close to tears as I descended into deep depression. Until I told Claire I had been lost in ways of trying to avoid her knowing but now I had told her the bottom just dropped out of my world. I was amazed when Claire leapt out of the chair, wrapped her arms around me then stroked my face with the fingertips of one hand and murmured softly "It's OK, Baby, we can face things together. There's nothing we can't handle." She hugged me to her soft breast, rocking softly and the relief washed through me. After several long minutes I gently pushed away from her, managed the best excuse for a smile I could manage then said, "I better get you that coffee now, I'm sure you could use it as much as me." Claire returned my smile with a gentle one of her own but I could see her eyes cloud as so many questions at once flashed through her mind. I knew the questions would be painful but now the immediate threat from Zoe was minimised there seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel. I set the beverage down in front of Claire and mine across the table then walked around it to sit facing her. I took a sip and waited for her to make the next move. A couple of times she seemed about to speak but then reconsidered. She too sipped her coffee then, setting the mug back on the table, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Cross-dressing is apparently a life-time thing. Have you always done it?" It was such a direct question and not what I expected. She had gone right to the heart of the matter and I knew honesty was my only choice. "Yes, ever since I was about ten years old I seem to have been drawn to women's clothes. On the rare occasions that I could I would fondle my mother's and sister's clothing. Something about the satins and nylons and even the fine cottons seemed softer and nicer - somehow silkier - than any of my clothes. I began noticing how their dresses and skirts swayed and moved, the gentle rustle of their soft petticoats against their stockinged legs. It seemed a world that was denied me. Then one day I was alone in the house and heard it start to rain. I knew the washing was on the line and I'd get moaned at if I let it get wet so I hurried out to gather it into a basket and bring it indoors. Even in the rush my fingers lingered over the soft silky fabrics, the shiny cups of the bras, the gossamer of the nylon stockings, the delicate lightness of the skirts and blouses. The direct comparison as I unpegged my Dad's and my clothes was one of coarseness and heavyweights. As soon as I got inside the rain really came down hard and made me feel alone in my own special world and I was suddenly confident to pick out and examine each and every piece of feminine clothing in detail. Whilst doing so I found my dick was hard, only a while later finding out what an erection was." "Did you try them on?" Claire asked, her face reflecting her concern for me after listening carefully as I tried to explain. "No I didn't. That began a year or two later. But I began noticing so much more of what the women in my life wore, which colours were chosen, how they were mixed and when they were worn. My choice of black, white and grey, with the occasional primary colour, now seemed so drab. There were odd occasions when I'd catch a glimpse of them in their underclothes, instantly taking in the shine and glimmer of a bra, slip or petticoat, my mind almost taking instant pictures in which I saw every lace edge and tiny strap as I replayed them." I watched Claire watching me, realising how her loving but acute mind was taking in all the information and processing it in the way that often amazed me. I was cheered that there was no sign of abhorrence or even dismay, just a deep interest in what I had to say. Heartened, I decided to tell her more. "I still remember clearly walking into my parent's bedroom and seeing Mum sitting at the dressing table doing her makeup. She was wearing a bright red satin full petticoat with thick matching lace across her back and twice as much around the hem at her black-stockinged knees. Even the straps over her shoulders were of red lace. It must have been new as I hadn't seen it before and it was the prettiest, most feminine thing I had ever seen at the time. When she came down later she was wearing a bright red ball gown and looked so regal - more beautiful than I'd ever seen her as Dad, in a tuxedo, took her arm and led her out the door. I was burning for weeks before I had the chance to look for that petticoat and dashed upstairs the moment I was alone to find it. It was on a separate hanger inside a plastic cover with the dress in Mum's closet. Almost in awe I reached under the plastic and ran my hands over the soft lace and then up and down the brilliant shiny satin. It felt as though my fingers tingled with electricity - maybe static from the contact with the plastic or just the thrill of that lovely lingerie." With still no comment I paused to take a sip of coffee to ease my drying mouth then continued. "Maybe a year later when my sister was about 18 and going to her first formal dance I heard her call out for help. I got off my bed to go see what she wanted but Mum got there first. I stood in the doorway as Sis, in a bit of a tantrum said she couldn't do up her corset and I watched transfixed as Mum placated her and took the laces behind her to tighten it. They didn't notice me, frozen in the doorway, as I watched her waist shrink down as the shiny pink satin drew tighter, making her modest breasts seem much bigger and higher on her chest, pushed up by the cups at the top. She was wearing pink stockings held taut by the garter straps with a tiny pair of pink panties trying to stretch over the soft globes of her bottom. Pink strappy stilettos made her tall and elegant. Her hair was piled high on her head in a fancy hairdo and I had never seen Jill look more stunning. I even watched Mum help her into the nylon and organza slip then hold her dress as she stepped into it, fiddling for the perfect fit before zipping it up the side. It was only then that Mum saw me and said, 'Aren't you lucky, Dave, that you don't have to go to all this trouble and discomfort to look beautiful?' Believe me: that was the exact opposite of what was going through my mind!" "Then Sis turned around and gave me a wonderful smile - her makeup was perfect and she looked like a glamorous princess. I was stunned and told her how lovely she looked and she stepped over to me - I can still remember the sound of those heels on the wooden floor. She leaned over, held my shoulders lightly and gave me a kiss on the cheek but mostly I was enveloped in the wonderful aroma of her new perfume. 'Thank you, little brother, you have set my special evening off to a great start." I know I blushed and Mum tousled my hair but I reached out and stroked that soft dress as it flowed out from her hips. I watched each move as Jill gathered her matching clutch purse and a white stole of my mothers then slowly made her way downstairs. I stayed where I was until the perfume faded from the air." Claire smiled encouragingly at me but still didn't comment so I continued. "Again I couldn't wait to look at these new things of Jill's but I found out that she had borrowed the dress from one of her friends. That didn't seem too much of a blow as what I really was dying to look at was the shiny pink corset. Oh, and those pretty shoes with the sky- high slender heels. When I got the chance some time later to sneak into Jill's room I found the beautiful corset and gazed in wonder at its light yet very strong shape. I looked inside and out then almost in amazement I held it up to me and looked in the mirror. I saw my hands were shaking and a bulge in my shorts. I don't know why but I hurriedly put the corset back as I'd found it and hurried from her room. About half an hour later, calmer but strangely aroused I went back in there and almost reverently picked up the corset once again and held it to my face and stroked it. It still carried a trace of that sultry perfume. I seemed to be outside watching myself as, with one hand still holding the smooth satin the other tugged my T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. At that stage I was growing quite fast so I was only slightly shorter than Jill. I slowly pulled the corset around my body and, after working out how the clips worked, did them up on the front. The laces were quite loose so it was not tight on me. I looked in the mirror but did not see me - somehow all I could see was the pink satin and the shape of the body beneath. I struggled with my hands behind me and managed to tug on the laces a bit. It was enough to begin pulling in my waist and let me feel the intimate embrace of satin and I'm ashamed to say I ejaculated in my shorts without any other stimulation. It wasn't the first time I'd cum but that time I sank to my knees and screamed out with the intensity." Claire sat there listening without any trace of disapproval as I poured out my memories and feelings so I sipped more coffee and finished the story. "I felt ashamed for some reason and couldn't wait to get out of the corset and try to put it back the same way I found it. As I put it away, though, I felt a loss as I stroked it one more time. I grabbed my shirt and went to my own room, ashamed, confused but incredibly satisfied. That was the very first time I dressed in the wrong clothes." Immediately Claire asked, "Why do you call them the wrong clothes if they made you feel so good?" Her effort to understand written clearly on her face. The probing question stopped me for a moment and I had to consider my answer to truley express my feelings. "Well, because I was a boy - and now a man - and it isn't the done thing for males to wear feminine things," I explained with a frown, wondering if that was all it was. To cover my confusion I stood up to re-fill the mugs, as I definitely needed more caffeine. Claire frowmed slightly through her smile and said "But I wear shirts and trousers and jeans. They are, in your terms, 'mens' things. I also wear socks sometimes and boots when we go walking. I don't feel bad about it. I've even got you excited when I've just worn one of your shirts!" This really stopped me because it was not the response - tirade even - I'd been expecting and it was throwing my thinking out of gear. I suddenly found myself arguing against her hypothesis. "But its OK for women to wear whatever they like but a guy would look pretty silly walking down the street in a skirt and blouse, clipping along in stockings and high heels, wouldn't he?" I countered. Her typical speed of response on a different tack caught me unawares again. "That's what you'd like to wear isn't it?" My blush rushed over my face and was all the answer she needed. She looked intently at me and in a suddenly sultry voice she added, "Especially if you were wearing a corset underneath with taut stockings and lacy silk panties. Imagine how you'd feel if your bra was nicely filled, your long hair whispering around your face and knowing your makeup was just perfect. Think of how it would feel as your long earrings swung against your neck with each dainty step you made, maybe bracelets jangling on each wrist. Would YOU look silly or feel silly if we were walking along together like that without caring what anybody else thinks? Would you?" She gazed at me with a soft smile on her face as I continued to blush but hung on every thought her words created. I watched as her eyes released mine and slowly moved down my body to stare openly at my crotch. I looked down and saw I had started to sport an erection, which was clearly visible through the thin shorts I was wearing.Claire cut off my response. "I don't' care what you say, Dave, your body is giving me your true self's answer." Her voice was just as sultry and she continued her stare saying "And what about at night? Can you imagine sliding into bed next to me with us wearing matching long silky nightgowns?" There was no way I could stop the hard-on getting bigger and firmer for she was suddenly verbalising my dreams. Then came the crunch question "And is your stupid argument that its wrong for men to wear sexy things the reason you've kept these passions of yours to yourself? Is that why you have never shared this hidden side with me in all the years we've been together?" My nodded and mumbled yes were all she needed and cut me off before I could apologise. "I have to say that I feel sad inside that you didn't trust me enough to share yourself completely with me - that you tried to hide things from me. We'll talk more about that later." Again she cut off my apologies even as they started to pass my lips. "So what were you wearing that Zoe saw - I'm surprised she could see a bra under your shirt from across the street? What colour was it?" "Red," I answered, still feeling very foolish and guilty. "It was stuffed out with socks and she probably saw the shape more than anything," I added. "I removed them as soon as I could after she waved to me because I felt so silly. Pity I didn't take off the bra as well then she'd be the one feeling foolish." "Maybe not, Zoe is no idiot. She must have had a better look or for longer than you realised for her to take a chance on running over so quickly. Anyway, I don't own a red bra so where did you get it?" I told her that I'd bought it quite a time ago when the need for femininity had built up in me a couple of years after our wedding. I also told her that I had tried hard to stop wearing girls clothing when we married but had finally given in to buying some. "So what else have you got," she asked with a grin, "and what else were you wearing?" "Matching panties, garter belt and black stockings," I answered with a rueful grin and was feeling much safer than I'd expected. "Perhaps it was lucky Zoe only felt my bra!" Claire's matching grin spread to a chuckle and I felt more love between us at that moment than I have ever felt. I did, however, answer the rest of her question. "Over the years I bought lots of items but I dumped all of it when I met you. I was wearing all had dared to buy. I'm sorry to have caused you pain, I tried to prevent it rising in our wonderful relationship because I didn't want to hurt you and I'm so sorry it has caused this problem now." The infectious grin stayed on her face as she replied "If only you had shared this from the beginning it wouldn't be a problem!" I was stunned yet instantly recognised the truth and wisdom in her simple few words. I felt very humbled in my shortsightedness and lack of faith in her total love for and of me. No longer could I hold back the tears as I realised how much I had failed to trust this incredible partner, this beautiful woman whom I loved beyond life itself. I had failed to understand this woman's love was total; she had taken me for what I was with all her marriage vows, yet I had blithely skipped - denied - telling her my inner secrets. Humility knows not the extremes I felt at that moment as I instantly sunk to the depths of personal misery. I was stunned to feel her arm wrap around me, her fingers through my hair. "Come on, Darling, this is not the end! This is a breakthrough for us and we will win through it all," she forcefully said in my ear. Suddenly it became all so clear: my life had been a sham and I was re- born without that guilty and deeply hidden secret between us. I wrapped my arms about this beautiful Angel that was my wife and knew her in a different light, as I had never seen her before. I couldn't love her any more than I already did yet part of me was suddenly aware of just how much - and how completely - she loved me. I had never shared my 'guilty side' in case she disapproved; now here she was accepting ME with all my problems without question. I felt even more shame than before but this time from not being totally honest with Claire from the beginning. I promised her then to never hide anything again. We sat down once more, this time on adjacent sides of the table and held hands. I'd blown my nose and felt so much better. Claire smiled then asked, "What about Jill's pink shoes? Did you try those on too?" "Yes. Perhaps a month later I got the chance to sneak into her room and find the shoes in a box at the bottom of her closet. I reverently held them, marvelling at how light they were in my hands, so unlike the heavy brogues my parent bought for me. Whilst I'd never been attracted or thought of wearing my Mum's shoes I was drawn to those pink ones of Jill's like a moth to a flame. I kicked off my sneakers and sat on the floor to try wiggling each foot into the strappy part but, although my feet were no bigger than Sis's, I didn't realise that I'd need stockings to help my feet slide in. However I managed, eventually doing up the tiny straps around my ankles and admiring how they looked. I wanted to stand up - but couldn't manage to get the high heels beneath me. I finished up by climbing to a sit on the side of the bed, then slowly standing. It must have looked so funny as I tried to walk in such high heels for the first time but I did totter about the room and stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, loving the reflection and the feel of elegance the extra height gave me. I think just that one time hooked me to stilettos." "Jill was never a tidy person so never noticed if things were slightly out of place, thank Goodness. And as she started working she spent much of her money on new clothes but rarely threw anything away. I don't recall her ever wearing the corset or shoes again - but I did whenever I could. As I grew older I was left in the house on my own a lot more so those occasions grew. I became quite capable of handling those heels up and down the stairs even and with the corset on too. I'd soon learned that stockings were needed with the shoes and managed to set aside a pair of Jill's behind the shoebox. I also worked out how to tighten the corset and I loved its intimate embrace and how it would tug on the stockings as I walked and sat. I even used to wear her bras but only the old ones she didn't seem to use any more. Then one day I found the pink satin panties she had worn with the corset that time. With the corset, stockings and stilettos on I had to sit on the bed to thread my feet into them then, with the panties around my thighs, I stood atop the heels to pull them into place. The pink satin almost felt cold on the parts now hidden yet so sleek and slithery. I stood in wonder at the feeling for a while then moved to stand in front of the mirror. Everything looked right apart from the bulge in the shiny panties so I went to push it lower so it would look better but, as I touched my dick through the satin I came. It was another incredible high but I soaked the front of the panties." "As soon as I recovered I stripped and put things away then took the panties into the kitchen to wash them. I dried them as well as I could with a towel then snuck them back at the bottom of Jill's underwear drawer and hoped she wouldn't find them until they were dry." "Didn't you ever get caught?" Claire asked in wonder. "Thankfully, no, but there were several close calls. When Jill went away to university, she left most of her stuff in her room. That gave me better access but as I grew older I also grew bigger - not much but no longer Jill's sizes. Still at school, the panties were OK and so were the stockings but I longed for the feeling of being corseted, the tightness of a bra around my chest, the powerful elevation of sexy stilettos. Much of my nocturnal activities were attended by imagining how I'd feel dressed in different ways. It wasn't for quite a while, when I managed to get a part-time job, that I was able to save enough to buy my very first bra and panty set. My folks had several mail-order catalogues which served my imagination very well so I knew which style I would buy. I arrange for a friend to receive the package - told him it was a birthday surprise for Mum, although he never knew what was inside it when it came. When he gave it to me I rushed home from school, straight up to my room and stripped. I was shaking when I unwrapped the package as gazed lovingly as the shiny black satin of the full cups and the gorgeous lacy panties. It seemed almost a religious moment when I put them on and they fitted perfectly. I bought others later, hiding them all in amongst Jill's clothes. I don't think Mum ever checked Jill's stuff so I got away with it although I had to sneak them into my room when Sis came home at holidays." The smile had not left Claire's face nor had she released my hand. "You're going to tell me lots more about this," she said. "It is such a special side of you that fascinates me yet I never suspected. Did you ever wear any of my clothes - we are similar in size?" "Never - although I must confess to fondling them at times. Somehow I could only imagine you in them as I'd seen you, not on me." Her smile grew bigger as she said, "Thank you for being honest, Dave. I am glad I haven't had to share clothes with you without knowing about it...............but maybe we will, if we want to," she added with a hurried kiss to my cheek. My heart soared at the prospect she was dangling in front of me.As I was about to comment I realised Claire was coming to grips with other thoughts so I remained silent. With a slight frown she seemed to be deep in thought for several moments before looking me in the eyes. "From what you have told me and from what little I know about cross-dressing from my psychology studies, you could not have prevented this and, almost certainly, you are not going to get over it. It seems if I want to keep you - and I do, forever as we promised each other - we'll both have to learn to accommodate your needs. We will have to find out what is right for both of us. Does that sound fair?" "My darling wife, I never could have hoped you would understand my stupid desire leave alone be willing to help me with it. You have taken me from the depths of despair to the peek of happiness and I love you more now than ever," I replied with a big silly grin on my face."Then show me by clearing the mugs and taking my case upstairs. There is something I have to do and now is the time to do it." I didn't wait around, I was just too relieved and happy, even unpacking Claire's case and putting away what I could. By the time I was nearly downstairs she was putting down the phone. "I've just called Zoe and asked her to come over - she'll be here in a minute," Claire explained. "I'd like you to be present when I talk to her if you would. Just go along with me on this." This thought brought back the problem that someone else knew my secret. It now seemed OK - much better even - that Claire knew but an outsider? What did Claire have in mind? I trusted her enough to merely nod my agreement. We didn't have long to wait for the quick knock at the door and Zoe's pretty face to appear around it. "Come in, girl," greeted Claire with a smile. "Come join us at the table. Would you like a drink?" Zoe smiled at us both and sat down with us to fill three sides of the kitchen table, saying "No thanks, I've just had one. What's up, Claire? You sounded quite mysterious on the phone so I came straight over." "Well, I've just come in to find Dave in a real tizzy. He says you found him wearing the bra I ordered him to wear, so he knows what we women have to put up with. He's scared you'll tell others and ruin his image of manhood with his friends and says you blackmailed him to be especially nice to you." Zoe's face got more serious as Claire spoke, her pink lips opening in surprise and her silky blonde hair swinging as she began to shake her head. "Oh Lordy, Dave! I'm so sorry if you misunderstood me. When I saw you in your bedroom I just thought you were playing tranny-games like lots of the men I've known. My man likes them too at times - there's nothing wrong with that! It was just that most of you guys like to be 'caught' and teased, that's why I came straight over to 'catch' you. I would never have mentioned it to anyone, not even Claire in case she didn't know. Too many men try and hide their need for 'femming' and I just wanted to help you." Zoe looked back and forth at us as she explained her actions and reasons, her blue eyes guileless as she finished with "Sorry to both of you if I upset or caused you worry. Perhaps I better go now," she added in a sad voice and began to stand up. Claire quickly said "No! Don't go just yet please Zoe. We've been good neighbours and friends since you moved in and I was sure this nit-wit," she nodded at me. "Had got things totally wrong so I must apologise to you. However, you obviously are a lot more worldly than me from what you say. I didn't know so many men played 'tranny-games' as you called them." Zoe sat down again, a lot more relaxed this time. She smiled brightly as she told us "I've heard that EVERY man at some stage in his life will try on a pair of panties and up to twenty percent will do it a lot more often. Most men can be turned on by us ordering them to put them on, that's why we women are so strong, Claire, because we can tease poor men like Dave here," her smile at me taking any sting out of her words. She paused a moment and suddenly looked seriously at my wife. "I think you told me a fib, Claire. Seeing how interested and keen you are, you didn't know about Dave's dressing up, did you?" Clair looked sheepish for a moment at being caught out then smiled and answered "No I didn't. I was just trying to make this ninny feel better - you really had him scared and he told me what he'd been up to as soon as I walked in the door." "It's not a problem," smiled Zoe. "I think you ought to count yourself lucky because Dave's feminine side is likely to be much stronger than most mens and he will always be in closer empathy with you. That's probably why you two are still so deeply in love after, what is it, five years of marriage? Every one can see that just by looking at the two of you. Grasp it and enjoy it - who can it harm if it is right for you both?" she asked with a brilliant smile. Zoe lowered her voice conspiritally to say "Brian and I do when the need arises. I'm only telling you that so that your secret is as safe as ours - is that fair? And please don't let Brian know I told you." Claire and I stared open mouthed at each other, hardly understanding the amount of information and its implications that Zoe had shared with us in those couple of minutes. I was the first to recover, surprisingly, and reached over to gently hold Zoe's hand as it rested on the table. "Zoe, I am so sorry for misunderstanding you and causing all this hurt to the three of us. What you have told us is going to take some understanding because it is all so new. Thank you for sharing yourself with us and your secret is as safe with us as I now know mine is with you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart." I was rewarded with a brilliant smile then Zoe looked at her watch and said "It was fun talking and we can do it again another time but Brian is due home from one of his road marathons soon and I want to get dinner ready for him to follow his bubble-bath. So please excuse me." She stood and surprised both of us with a quick kiss on the cheek and a wave before turning and walking out the door.Claire and I sat there looking at each other but both lost in our own thoughts for several minutes. Claire broke the silence with "Don't you have a bonus due soon, Dave?" "Yes. At the end on this month, actually. Why do you ask?" She grinned wickedly at me then in a soft sexy voice said "Then we are going shopping to spend quite a lot of it!" Taken by surprise I responded, "But I thought we were saving for a new car next year?" "Oh no! I think it is far more important that we get you a new wardrobe! It seems to me that you are well overdue for some feminine finery and I think we better spend some time planning what we are going to get that is sensuous, satiny and downright sexy! Wouldn't you like that, my darling hidden-sided husband?" I grinned insanely at what she was proposing, my wildest dreams suddenly seeming in my grasp. "Do you mean that you can accept my oddities - you can bear to see me in feminine clothes?" I needed reassurance in case I was fantasising and mistaking her words. "Not only that, if that is what you need then I will explore it to the limits and find out what really makes both of us tick because.......... somehow I am very excited and really turned on by the thoughts of you all dolled up and mine to play with. It is all so new to me, yet I'm actually quite wet just thinking of you in makeup and dressed in a skirt and heels," she confessed, her face blushing at her admission. Now it was my turn to be totally blown away. Until an hour ago I had been scared to even discuss cross-dressing with ANYBODY, leave alone my sexy 'normal' wife yet here she was now planning to dress me and saying she was sexually excited by the thought! I couldn't think of anything to say at that moment and just grabbed both of her hands in mine to feel our closeness even more. We were both lost in our own thoughts again for an unknown time when I suddenly thought to ask "Why are you home, anyway? I thought Sally was sick and needed you." "It was planned that way but when I got there her sister had made it and was looking after her. I stayed the night, as it was late then drove back this morning. And now I'm so glad I did because a whole new chapter of our lives seems to be opening. I have to say Dave, I've only ever been this excited before anticipating our honeymoon and I'm sure I'm much more horny now than then. Much as I love you and I know you love me, our sex-life was becoming a bit monotonous, wasn't it?" I had to agree, we had seemed to have settled into a routine in bed. Don't get me wrong, it was wonderful, it was arousing, it was satisfying.............but the edge had faded a bit. I shared these thoughts and Claire nodded in unison with my words and I felt decidedly guilty again as though it was my fault. Claire knew me almost - no, definitely - better than I did. "Don't go on a guilt trip Honey. We are equally to blame. Now we suddenly have a new opportunity and it seems we are both as horny as each other. Instead of just jumping in to feel the depth, how about we start slowly and see where the current takes us?" I nodded to encourage her to continue and she added "We are going out in an hour or so. You are going to buy me lunch then we are going to hit the shops for some basics for you. That will allow us time to decide where we want to go from there. How does that sound to you?" "It sounds fantastic, Darling!" I enthused, the thought of having my own wardrobe - well, the start of it anyway - filled me with an excitement I cannot recall ever feeling. "What are you thinking of buying for me?" "A few bras and panties for a start, maybe a couple of petticoats and slips - they seem to work for you! You'll need some nightwear and perhaps we can find you some stilettos to see if you can still walk in them. And definitely stockings to go with the shoes. I'm not sure about dresses and outerwear yet, so let's see what we can find. Are you game?" I nodded eagerly, the silly grin returning and grabbed Claire round the waist and hugged her to me. We kissed and both could feel the excitement just below the surface. "Slow down, Honey, let's see what happens later," she smiled, gently slipping from my grip but the gleam in her eyes told me again how horny she was. She took my hand and led me upstairs to change. In the bedroom she saw her suitcase had gone, the last items from it that I didn't know needed washing or not, sitting tidily on the bed. "Thank you, Honey, that was sweet. Perhaps Zoe was right, I do appreciate your feminine side but just didn't recognise it. Talking of which, before we go out I want to see you in your bra and panties so put them on for me, please. You better add the stocking too." I don't know why but I suddenly became nervous. Although we'd just discussed it, this was the first time I'd ever dressed in front of anyone and now that someone was my lovely wife. I guess I dreaded that she might change her mind when she saw me cross-dressed but realised I had to take the chance. Plucking up courage I reached into my wardrobe and pulled a shoebox from the back of the top shelf and dropped it on the bed. "So that's where you hide things, Honey," said Claire without malice, the happy grin back on her elfin face. She flipped off the lid and reached in the box as I got undressed. She held up my red bra, turning it around then looking at the label, before passing it to me. I passed it behind me and did up the clips then swivelled it round and up my chest and slipping my arms into the straps. She giggled, "Did you learn that move from me or have you always done it like that?" "From watching you, Darling," I answered. "I've always got a kick out of watching you dress and undress, you are always so fluid and sensuous and very sexy." "Yes, I've noticed you watching me but never thought anything about it. Here's your garter belt." I took it and clipped it round my hips then took the black stockings as she handed them to me. I sat on the side of the bed beside her and rolled up each one before sliding my toes in then stretching and stroking them up my legs. As I stood and was clipping them to the garter tabs at front and back Claire noted "You do that so well, obviously you've had lots of practice. If you are going to wear stockings, though, you will have to shave your legs. The hairs are sticking through the hose and it doesn't look nice. Now the panties," she said. I took the satin panties, fairly full-cut bikinis, and stepped into them as she sat on the edge of the bed and watched. Dressing in front of an audience - although only consisting of my wife - caused a stiffening of my dick despite the nervousness I was feeling. Claire couldn't help but notice and chuckled huskily. "That's definitely a turn on for you, isn't it, Honey?" She reached out her hand and stroked me through the satin and I gasped audibly at the incredible magic of her touch. Her other hand joined the first, its fingers trailing down between my legs and gently grasping my balls. I groaned and thought I would cum right then but managed to hold back. My erection was rigid now and the head was poking out of the waist band of my panties. Claire soft grip on my balls pulled me slowly towards her and she looked up into my eyes seeing my smouldering passion that matched hers. Holding eye contact, she used one finger to pull down the waist of my panties and leaned forward slightly, enough to capture the head between her red lips. She tugged a bit more and I watched as my shaft slid deep into her sexy mouth. I was holding my breath without realising it, absorbed in the incredibly sensuous way Claire was acting. My lungs exploded though as unexpectedly she reached up both hands to my bra to grasp my nipples and tweak them firmly. That was all it took: I groaned loudly and held her head to my groin as I came in a massive orgasm that turned my legs to jelly. I slowly collapsed to my knees in front of Claire, hardly aware of my still rigid dick slipping from her mouth. As I was still panting in amazement She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply and I kissed her back just as hard. It took a few moment to realise she had held my cum in her mouth and it was now passing from her tongue to mine and back. I didn't care. That was the sexiest few minutes I have ever experienced and nothing could spoil it. I became aware of her arm around me playing with the back strap on my bra, the fingers of her other hand still tweaking my left nipple which I found very erotic. As I came down from that incredible high I slid my fingers along her inner thigh under her skirt. Her panties were sopping wet and as I pressed my fingers down into her pussy folds and touched her clit she gasped, eyes wide open and out of focus, then she screamed that silent scream of hers as she thrust her hips against my fingers and also reach orgasm from that single touch! After a few moments to recover while I held her tight and stroked her hair, Claire looked up at me and in a croaky asked "What the hell has happened to us?" Her still smoky eyes and slight grin let me know she had had the same earth-shattering release she had given me. "I don't know, you incredibly sexy woman - but I want to do it more often!" Her smile broadened and she pulled herself tight against me and we hugged each other, no doubt both reliving the last few minutes until we recovered. Eventually Claire stood and pulled me to my feet. "My intention was to check the size of your undies for fit. I don't quite know what happened but it was beautiful and so unexpected. I just found the sight of you dressed in sexy lingerie so erotic I just couldn't help myself. After that I definitely want more too!" Claire smiled softly and told me "I don't think your bra style is quite right for you and you need the next size up around your wider chest. This one brings the cups too close together. The panties and stockings are fine, though. Let me get a tape measure and check your sizes so we know what to buy." She was only gone a moment to get the tape from her closet then had it wrapped around me taking measurements. "What breast cup size do you feel comfortable with, Dave? I see you are wearing a C at the moment but you could match a D with your body shape." "I've never wanted to look stupid like some of the drag queens we've seen so I stuck to a smaller cup, but if you think I could get away with a D-cup I'd be happy," I replied. "But only if you think it would look right." "Honey, I won't let you down. I am now determined to make you look as feminine as possible to be my girlfriend and get you good enough so that nobody will ever know you are also my man underneath! I think we both better take a shower and go hit those shops as soon as we can." Half an hour later we were on our way, Claire driving. "I think we should start off in the department stores in City Mall. That way we can get some everyday clothes that won't look out of place. Every girl has her basic wardrobe with the fancy stuff coming afterwards as she finds it." I didn't know enough about such shopping so was more than willing, as I told Claire, to be guided by her. And with a rising level of excitement greater than I'd ever know I sat back anticipating the change of a lifetime.