Ch.1-Busted
My wife and I had moved to this neighborhood about 3 years ago. It was your standard, stereotypical area. Upper middle class families. Kids playing in the streets, pta parents, neighborhood cookouts, all that sort of stuff you see on TV. It wasn't really our cup of tea to be honest. We didn't have kids. We were more, I guess you could say liberal with our views. We were younger then most of the others, although only by a couple years. But we got a good deal on the house, so we took it. Although most around us tended to be conservative or traditional with their views and values, they didn't look at or treat us any different. We were kinda the "cool couple" on the block. We ended up becoming fairly close with our next door neighbors, Mark and Jen. They were both a few years older than us, had a couple kids, but were pretty relaxed and down to Earth. Everything about them seemed stereotypical, until one fateful night.
I had been crossdressing since I was a teenager. I started like most others and just progressed from there. I told my wife early in our relationship about it. Luckily, she was into it. She loved the idea of me being feminized during sex. However, around the house, I always was my regular male self. It's not that I thought she would have minded, I just always thought that if it wasn't in the bedroom, I should be "her husband" for lack of a better explanation. But when I had time to myself, I loved to get fully dolled up and transform into my female counterpart. My favorite was the one week a year that my wife went on a trip for work. It was a week long conference she attended. I spent all my free time dressed up. I was looking forward to this one in particular because it had been a little while since I had the chance.
Her flight left Sunday morning and the minute she was gone I raced up the stairs. I took a shower and shaved my entire body. I've never really had much body hair, but when I'm fully dressed up, I like to have my arms and legs, as well as everything else perfectly smooth. I then did my makeup. I wasn't perfect at it, but I'm sure better than most, as my wife had actually given me tips over the years. After that it was my wig. A nice curly brunette. That's always been a style of hair that turned me on, so I decided to go with it. I then threw on a black lace thong and matching bra. I obviously didn't need the bra, but I liked the feel of it. After that i slipped on a pair of black thigh highs. I decided that was it. I kept it basic. I wrapped myself in my wife's short silk black robe, and a cute pair of black fuzzy slippers. I was ready to spend the day as a woman!
I started out fairly normal I guess. I grabbed a drink and just relaxed on the couch watching TV. It felt good to be doing normal, everyday things dressed up. I definitely had a plan to get off, but I wanted to wait as long as I could. So I continued doing normal things. Ate lunch, did some chores, relaxed some more. I did occasionally touch and tease myself, but was able to hold off on full blown pleasure. It was early fall and the sun had started setting earlier. Once it hit dusk, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I was so horny! I wanted to have a little fun, so I cranked some music. I started dancing as seductively as I could. I removed my robe, pretending I was a stripper. I was on stage baring it all for all the men to see! I was thoroughly enjoying myself. So much so that I never heard the back door open. Nor did I hear the footsteps behind me. What stopped me dead in my tracks were the hands that abruptly landed on my small biceps. They were followed by a voice in my ear.
"You look so fucking hot" he whispered to me.
I knew this voice. I was frozen in fear. "MARK?!?!" i shouted.
I tried to turn around but he tightened his grip on me. He started to kiss my neck. It was such a messed up situation. I shouldn't have felt like I did, but once I felt his lips on my skin, I got weak.
"If your gonna do this, you should probably close all of your blinds. I've been watching you off and on all day from the backyard." He continued to kiss my neck. His hands started to rub my arms.
"Mark....I....I" I couldn't find the words. I was so humiliated, so scared, and so turned on. It was a wave of emotions crashing over me all at once.
His grip loosened as his hands started caressing my smooth arms. I could feel my body tingle as he nibbled on my ear. I had never been with a man before. Melissa(my wife) had fucked me with a strap on, and I had used a dildo on myself, but never the real thing. I was bi-curious for sure, but just never pulled the trigger. Now, it may actually happen. The invasion of privacy most likely would have turned most people off. They would have been scared, which I was to a degree, but the other feelings were starting to topple fear. I could feel myself slowly losing control as his tongue played games behind me. I heard the zipper to his pants release and my heart raced. He took my right arm and brought it around my back. The next thing I knew, my petite hand had a hold of his thick manhood. He wasn't overly long, but man, it had girth. So much so that I gasped a little when I gripped it. It was a little awkward due to my positioning, but I slowly started stroking him.
