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A Change of Lifestyle
Part 2
Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris was
experimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife.
Chapter 3 - things go a bit further
My contact to install computer software for a small construction company
was coming to an end. There was still some work at remote sites but the
office based work was completed. I hoped that I would get some further
work for the same company but that would be a few months away. I had
taken on a number of new hairdressing and beauty salons clients to look
after their accounts. I had some good news about my game that I had
developed which had generated some additional and unexpected income.
After long discussion Victoria, who had been given a small promotion,
and I had decided that when the contract work was over I would use the
extra money to invest because I could devote a small amount of time to
it each day.
Our sex lives had continued at a high level, maybe not every day but six
days a week and occasionally a couple of times a day at weekends. We
were in love, absolutely in love.
One cold morning that autumn I was pulling on a pair of black silk
briefs that were favourites when Victoria asked me what I was doing that
day. I said, "I have to visit two building sites to reconfigure their IT
systems. They are in porta-cabins and I will be bloody freezing all
day."
"To bad you don't wear tights; they would keep you warm" said Victoria.
That shook me, as I looked up I saw that it had shaken her too. After
10 seconds of inaction she reached into a drawer and handed me a brand
new pair of 60 denier opaque black tights. She said nothing and neither
did I. I hesitated for a moment and then took the offered packet. I
was greatly pleased that Victoria stepped out of the bedroom at that
moment.
I sat on the bed and having watched my wife do this many times pulled
the tights over my legs and set them snug about my waist. For just a
moment I relished the feel of the fabric on my legs. Wow! Then I
pulled on socks and trousers. When I got downstairs Victoria ran her
hands over my butt. "Mmm," was all she said. My trousers had more room
than normal. As I slipped my shoes on Victoria observed.
"Socks as well I see."
"Yes, I may have to slip on wellies and there is a limit you know."
"Of course dear and none of my heels would fit you anyway."
What was that about? Wearing panties had become something I accepted
even if I still felt it a little odd for a bloke; a pair of tights was
just for some warmth on a cold day, wasn't it?
We got home at about the same time and sat together in the kitchen
waiting for the oven to heat up. "How was your day?" she asked.
"You were right the tights kept me warm all day. They feel good. I was
aware of them and I thought it was, is, erotic." She handed me a bag.
I suddenly knew what was inside. Half a dozen pairs of tights of
different deniers but all black and a pair of 'hold up' stockings.
"What is this?"
"I thought that you would like them. I decided to get some different
thicknesses to see what you preferred. "
"All black?"
"Yes. You could use some without socks and not be too noticeable. " She
answered
"Without socks? I doubt that and as for noticeable..... No nude or tan
ones?"
"We can do that if you like but perhaps you should decide on denier
first and then we can experiment with colours. Perhaps even a pair of
15 denier nude glossy ones eventually.
"The day you get me wearing a pair like that, with heels you can call me
a sissy and I won't complain."
"But you will be my sissy and I will still love you."
Later that night we went to bed and Victoria persuaded me to keep the
tights on. Then she came after me with a pair of scissors. I was
petrified but she calmed me and cut a slit in the front of the tights
and the panties (my favourites!) to release my throbbing erection. Sex
was better than ever. I was harder and lasted longer. Victoria was so
turned on she came so many times that we lost count.
The next morning I was out at sites again and pulled on a new pair of
tights, 80 denier this time and decided that they were thick enough that
I left off the socks. Victoria did not realise that until the evening.
"My god I'm so proud of you. You are my hero and comfortable in
yourself."
"I'm not sure about that. It is exciting I don't deny but it is scary
and I have no idea how I will feel if someone else notices. The
humiliation may kill me!"
"It won't kill you and I will always be here for you. Remember that I
love you."
That night the sex was a repeat of the previous evening. "We need to
find another way to do this or we will go broke with a new pair of
tights each day," I pointed out.
"Maybe you should try the hold-ups or I could get you a suspender belt."
"Hey, a suspender belt may be too far." I went quiet for a time. "How
far is this going to go?" I asked.
"I don't know my love. I am loving this and I think that you are too,
but if you let go you might enjoy it more. We aren't hurting anyone."
The following morning I was getting ready when Victoria asked if I was
working outside again.
"Not today. I'm at the salon today." She handed me a packet of 15
denier black tights. I looked stunned and was about to protest but
thought better of it. As I pulled them on I realised that this was a
feeling that I would want to repeat. As I travelled to work it occurred
to me that I may actually have to accept the title of sissy one day. For
some reason it bothered me less than I expected. Little did I know,
that day was closer than I thought.
Dinner was underway and I was half way through my first glass of wine
when Victoria arrived home. "How was your day?"
"Great, I got a lot done. I got away sharp and got dinner underway."
"I had a good day too. Have you changed?"
I knew what she was referring to. "I am still wearing the tights. I
knew that I was wearing them all day and to be honest I am enjoying
them. I suspect that they may not last until tomorrow."
"Do you recall the conversation that we had last night about how you
would feel if someone found out about what you were wearing?" I paled,
I did remember the conversation and all of a sudden suspected that the
time had come.
"Julie called me today. After speaking to her, you were talking to her
apprentice, Jess."
"Yes she made me coffee and was asking me about something on the IT
system. She's a lovely young lady, about 18, quite attractive. What
about her?"
"Well, apparently Jess has a fancy for you. It's okay, I know that you
have never done anything to encourage her, Julie told me that. Jess
thinks you are really nice to her, and everyone else, and treat her like
you were her older brother. After you had left she asked Julie if she
knew why you were wearing tights!"
Well I went white, my head swam, I slumped. Oh lord I was busted. I
was so embarrassed, I was ruined.
"It's okay. I told Julie that we were playing. I told her a bit of it
and also that it was the first time that you had worn tights today. She
had no reason not to believe me."
"What did she say?
"She thought that it was great for you to be so secure in your-self that
you would do that. Jess, apparently, thought it was so sexy."
"But, I have never done anything, I would never do that, I had no
idea...."
"I know darling, but you have a fan. They know, the world has not
ended, you have not been arrested, they know and they don't care."
I was quiet for the rest of the evening. We had great sex, again. I
did not wear tights the next two days. But I have to admit that I sort
of missed them, the way they enclosed you, the feel against your skin.
The sexiness. What did I just say to myself?
Saturday started out like any other weekend day. Papers, chores, a bit
of shopping. That evening Victoria and I were due to go to a dinner
dance organised by her company. It was part celebration and thank you
to the staff. It was a dress up formal affair, dinner and a bit of
dance, due to finish at midnight. Victoria had been sorting out her
outfit for a couple of weeks. She was going to wear a stunning long
halter neck dress that showed lots of cleavage, a pinched waist and slit
up one side of the skirt showing lots of leg. That was paired with a
stunning pair of heels that made her tower over me. Sexy, oh yes.
Late that afternoon she brought me a coffee and said that she wanted to
talk.
"I have a request. I want you to hear me out before you say anything.
We have had some fun over the last few months with you wearing female
underwear. It has lead to great sex and I admire you so much."
I interrupted, "Where is this going? I'm worried."
"Please hear me out. I love you, adore you, you are wonderful I am very
lucky but I have a request. Tonight we are going to be dressed up, with
a sexy dress and you in a smart, sexy tux. My dress is split so high
that I have to wear tights but they will be glossy and sexy. Would you
wear some stockings, with a suspender belt, under your tux?"
I did not know what to say. I was lost for words. She waited, I
waited. "Yes, for you, I'll do it."
She was so pleased and excited I was delighted that I had said yes. I
had no fears.
Half an hour later she clipped the suspender belt round my waist. She
handed me a pair of opaque stockings but when they were on, despite them
feeling incredible, we both knew that was not right. We tried a pair of
15 denier and they felt so much better. A pair of new black French
knickers that she must have bought recently, and in my size, were next.
I had an erection, I felt sexy, I know that sounds so wrong but
something was wrong. Victoria frowned and was deep in thought. "What?"
I asked.
"I know what it is but you are not going to like it."
I loved her. What could she suggest? I had agreed to wear stockings and
a suspender belt and I was a guy.
"Your legs look good but they are too hairy. I'd like you to shave
them."
"What, you want me to shave my legs? What would people say if they knew?
Are you crazy?"
"Yes I want you to shave them, actually hair removal cream would be
easier. Who is going to know? In any case Julie and Jess know you have
been wearing tights. And, no, I'm not crazy."
I thought about it for about 30 seconds. The feel of the tights on my
legs might be incredible with shaved legs. "Okay, I'll do it,"
Victoria whooped with delight and hugged me.
She added, "I'll shave too."
"You already do."
"No, you once said you wanted me to shave my pubes. I'll do it today."
Wow, that had been something I had asked her to do a long time ago but
she has refused and I loved her so I accepted it.
"Why?"
"You are doing things to me, that seems like a small thing to do for
you."
Half an hour later we were getting dressed. Victoria had pulled on a
pair of high gloss, very sheer, black tights without first putting on
knickers. The sight of here naked pubic area through the hosiery was
very sexy. After putting on her dress she stepped into a pair of black
heels that were at least 5 inches and so bloody sexy I had an erection.
Her makeup was perfection and I was fascinated watching her.
I pulled the suspender belt and stockings on again. The feel as they
covered my shaven legs was so good. I have to admit that I love this
feeling, even though I still felt that it was a bit odd for a guy. The
black panties went on and I dressed in my tux, bow tie and dress shoes.
The trousers were long enough that I felt I could get away without
socks. I was getting more adventurous! We looked great together.
The dinner was good. We chatted with some of Victoria's work colleagues
and danced a lot. Very close, very loving and very sexy. No one
spotted anything amiss but I was aware of my underwear and so was
Victoria.
It was a fairly early finish and we were home just after midnight.
Victoria released the halter of her dress just inside the door. "You
like?" The sight was stunning. She stepped forward and removed my
jacket, tie, shirt and released the belt of my trousers. They fell to
the floor and I stepped out of my shoes. We headed for the bedroom and
fell onto the bed.
We spent some time kissing and stroking and touching each other.
Victoria paused and lifted up onto one elbow. She reached for a small
pair of scissors. She cut a slit in the front of her tights so the
fabric pulled back slightly under tension leaving her vagina lips
protruding and clearly aroused. Throwing the scissors aside the looked
me in the eyes and said, "Leave the panties on, pull your cock out and
fuck me!"
We went at it for some time and both climaxed loudly exhausted. After
few minutes Victoria said, "Wow. That was something else. The feeling
of our legs in hosiery rubbing together was amazing. Did you feel it
too?"
"Yes I did, I loved it." I know that I have said its seems wrong for a
guy but the sensations from wearing them and that experience make me
think it must be okay. I did love it.
I lay alongside her as we caught our breath and I gently stroked her.
My fingers reached her waist and slid across the tights to the slit and
her slit. I touched her gently and reached for a nipple, I nibbled
briefly and kissed her chest and belly until I reached the waistband. I
don't know why but I shifted position and placed my head between
Victoria's legs probing her slit with my tongue. Victoria's hand
touched the back of my head gently and I heard her whisper, "Chris, I'm
messy, wait 'til I clean up."
I ignored her and probed further with my tongue. I shifted position
between her legs partly to prevent her from moving away and partly for
better access. I licked and probed and I ate my cum from her cunt. I
don't know why but I loved it and so did Victoria. She screamed and
wriggled then stopped protesting and pushed my head further between her
thighs. "Push your tongue in me, lick me, fuck me with your tongue, eat
your cum you greedy, dirty boy." She came several times before
collapsing. At first I thought that she had passed out but she was just
wiped out.
After a few minutes she said that she was thirsty. So was I. I left
the bed to go and get a drink. Before I left the bedroom I slipped on
the robe that had been over the back of the dressing table chair. It
was the robe that matched Victoria's long nightdress. I have no idea
why I did it. It just felt right and I suppose that in part it covered
the stockings and panties that I was still wearing.
When I returned to the bedroom a few minutes later with a bottle of cold
water from the fridge Victoria was up on her elbow and saw what I was
wearing. "Very sexy, come back to bed I need more sex."
I think that the sight of what I was wearing had aroused her but I can't
be sure. I know that I was aroused again. Victoria pulled me on top of
her and uttered a guttural, "Fuck me again and hard." I did the best I
could. I lasted for ages, she came several times and when I came I
thought that my prick had blown apart. I have no idea why but I slid
down her body and between her legs. She touched the back of my head and
asked, "Oh you are not going to clean me out again are you?"
"Yes"
"You don't have to you know."
"I know. Shut up." Then I added, "I'm going to make you come again and
eat my cum out of you." I have no idea why I wanted to do this or be so
lewd but it made me feel horny and dirty. For a moment a feeling though
popped into my head 'Cum eater' Yes I suppose I was but I was loved it
and it was my cum.
Eventually we fell asleep.
About 10.30am I woke and found the bed empty. I heard Victoria
downstairs so I headed to the shower. A few minutes later I heard
Victoria in the bedroom. "I'm just popping out for some croissants and
the papers. I've left some clothes for you. See you soon."
Ten minutes later I emerged from the bathroom and stopped dead. On the
bed was the suspender belt I had just taken off (but it was the only we,
I, had) a new pair of glossy black stockings, a clean pair of black
French knickers, the robe I had worn earlier and long nightdress that
matched it. Wow I thought. What we had experienced in the last few
months had been incredible and was something I would never have believed
I would be involved in. I pulled the clothes on. I felt those
sensations again as I pulled the hose up. The nightdress fitted but it
was tight, probably a size too small, but the sensation as it touched my
body was, well amazing. I checked myself in the long mirror and could
not believe what I was doing. Just as I was about to turn away I
noticed that some chest hair was visible above the top of the
nightdress. It looked wrong and without any thought I took my razor and
cut away the small amount of hair that was visible. There wasn't much,
I wasn't very hairy anyway, but it looked better.
Victoria was back and pouring coffee as I walked downstairs. She looked
up, took in the clothes and smiled. Actually, it wasn't really a smile,
it was something else, lewd, approving, I was not sure but I realised
that she wasn't angry or disappointed and I knew that I loved her.
We had breakfast and read the papers without any reference to what I was
wearing or what had taken place during the night. Two hours later
Victoria looked up. I can only describe the look on her face as
disgusting and lewd. "I'm randy, come and fuck me," She got up and
headed upstairs. I followed thirty seconds behind her. When we reached
the bedroom she pulled her sweat shirt off, no bra I noted. She dropped
her jeans and my jaw dropped. She was still wearing the tights she had
on the previous evening and all night. There was the slit, there was
dried cum. She looked over her shoulder and said, "I just fixed my
makeup when I got up. Would you like me to shower?" I shook my head.
"Good answer, perhaps you could clean me up and then fuck me hard."
That is what I did. Victoria came time after time, then I fucked her.
Again the feeling of the hosiery as we touched each other was great and
arousing. When I came I slid down and started lapping at her cunt and my
cum. "Oh my god I love that and I'm going to come again."
When we recovered Victoria looked at me "You do know that I adore you
don't you? The last few weeks have been amazing, last night and today
incredible. You cleaning me up is so erotic but you don't have to...."
"I know, but you like it, I like it. Your own cum eater."
"What? My own cum eater? You dirty bastard." She laughed, then stopped.
"That nightie is a bit tight for you, perhaps I'll treat you to your
own," She flicked the lace at the top of the chest and noticed the
hair. "Did you shave that?"
"Yes, just the bit that was visible, it looked wrong."
"You have come a long way."
A few minutes later "Maybe you should shave the rest. The feeling of
being clean of hair is amazing on both of us."
"I'm not sure about that," I replied.
"Why not? Who's going to know?"
"No one I suppose." And after a brief pause, "Will you do it for me?"
"Oh yes, with pleasure, yours and mine I expect."
She was right. After shaving my chest and underarms she rubbed body
lotion it until she got to the pubes. "Perhaps we should trim these a
little." She reached for the hair trimmer and took away at least two
thirds of the length. My hard on was as stiff as possible.
"My god that is so erotic."
"Imagine how it would feel if I got rid of it all. We would match."
And she tittered.
"Go for it. We've come this far."
"Really?"
"Won't it be itchy growing back?"
"Only if you let it." And laughed before reaching for the shaving cream
and razor.
We went back to bed and had sex again. It was a repeat of earlier.
Great. The feeling of being free from hair was interesting; at least
that was how I felt about the body and leg hair. I would not want to
describe how I felt about the pubic hair but I knew that I would not
have to worry about stubble!
In the early evening we had showered, together although nothing happened
as we were too exhausted, and dressed casually. Yes I was wearing
panties, not sure where my men's underwear was.
Over a glass of wine Victoria spoke, "That has been an amazing few weeks
and the weekend was something else. I love this experience and adore
you. I have no idea where this is going though."
I took a few minutes to consider my response. "I have loved it and love
you with all my heart. None of what we have done these last few weeks
has been my idea. It has all been your suggestions and I have gone
along with it, even though I have had doubts and resisted parts from
time to time. I have enjoyed it and I hope that we can carry on, but
you will be the instigator. I hope that you push a little at a time,
but I can always stop can't I?"
"Of course my darling. I will instigate, I may put you in uncomfortable
situations and I will push but you can say no." Soon after that we went
to bed and fell asleep exhausted by our activities.
Chapter 4 - Victoria
On Monday morning I had a meeting in a city some distance away so I set
off for the station and a 90 minute journey. My employers prefer us to
travel by rail whenever possible and they are prepared to pay for first
class travel, I suppose in the hope that we can get some work done
during the journey. I prepared for my meeting and had a coffee during
the first part of the journey then I relaxed and turned my thoughts to
the weekend and last few weeks.
I am an attractive, professional woman with a good career, making a
decent salary. I enjoyed dressing well and knew how to use my assets to
best advantage. I was coming to realise that I was actually pretty hot.
My husband is a lovely man, intelligent, very attractive, attentive and
loving. He is not a macho man, actually a slight build, and he has a
feminine side that was part of the attraction. However, I did not
consider him to be in any way effeminate. It puzzled me why him being
dressed in women's underwear turned us both on so much but hey-ho we
were enjoying it and not doing any harm. I have never been so sexually
satisfied but I wanted it to carry on and I was enjoying taking the
lead. We shared things, made joint decisions, he was not subservient,
at least, he had not been until recently.
I know that I did not want to turn him into an effeminate man but
feminising him was different. I did not want him to change sex. Where
was it going?
I stared out of the window for some time watching the scenery but not
really taking it in. I may even have nodded off for a minute or two.
Then I sat up straight, my eyes opened wide. Suddenly something he had
said weeks ago sprang into my head: 'The day that you get me in a pair
of nude 15 denier gloss tights and heels you can call me a sissy and I
won't complain' at least that was what he meant. That was it, I was
going to get him to dress up as a sissy! My very own sissy!
I took the meeting by storm, landed a new contract and probably earned
some extra commission. I had a wonderful husband and sex no one should
have any right to expect. I called my office to report on the meeting
and let them know I was heading straight home.
I had just over an hour to fill before my train. I headed for a
department store opposite the railway station. I bought some more
panties, a couple of camisoles, a large supply of hosiery (no nude 15
denier glossy tights, yet) a black nightdress and robe set similar to
the one Chris had worn over the weekend and a shorter nightdress that
would just cover panties. I also found a pair of mules, bedroom mules,
seduction mules. The sort of thing no one would wear outside the house,
in Chris's size.
When I arrived home Chris was already there are making dinner
preparations. He saw the bags, raised an eyebrow questioningly but said
nothing. "Just replenishing stocks pet," I said.
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