I was uncertain which category I should post this story under. I love the crossdressing stories most, and this would certainly fit there. But the main action really is about cuckolding, so I've put it in the Fetish section.
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I had thought that my wife was unaware of my crossdressing. Not only was I wrong but, as it turns out, I was the one unaware - -of the man she was having sex with at work. This is the story of how the truth came out and what happened afterward.
My wife Lilly works at a very high-powered law firm as an office manager. Though she's not an attorney she works long hours. I've been a 9-5 office worker, managing accounts receivables for an insurance company.
In the period between when I got home and when Lilly got home I would dress in her clothes while I prepared dinner. I loved the bras and panties, the pantyhose and heels, and of course the beautiful dresses.
Since Lilly always called when she was leaving the office, so I could time dinner, I had time to change back into my male clothes before she got home, and place her clothes back in place (though I tried as much as I could to take them from the dirty clothes hamper so I didn't need to worry how they'd been arranged. And I have to admit the smell of the used underwear and pantyhose was an extra turn-on).
On the eventful night I wasn't expecting Lilly back until very late, as she'd told me there was a party at the office. I was in a pink bra and panty set, a black slip, white pantyhose, and a maroon bridesmaid gown Lilly had worn the prior year at a friend's wedding. On my feet were a pair of white stripper heels, high platformed with long thick heels. Because my feet were bigger than Lilly's shoes were the one of two things I had to buy for myself. On my head was the other personal item, a long brown wig that fell down below my shoulders. I didn't wear makeup, as I was afraid of getting caught.
At 7:00, hours before I expected her home, Lilly walked through the door. I froze - what could I say or do? But Lilly didn't seem shocked.
"Ah, so I finally get to meet the real you, James. I've been looking forward to this for a month now."
"You knew?"
"Not until last month - and even then I just began to suspect. But once I became suspicious it was easy enough to find the evidence."
"What tipped you off?"
"Actually, it was that dress you're wearing now. I was looking in my closet and when I moved that dress I noticed a smell. That dress smelled like the salmon almandine you'd made that night. It seemed to me there was only one way that could happen - if you had been wearing it while you cooked. Then I looked in the hamper and saw my bra, panties and pantyhose were on top. They should have been further down. I looked for further evidence, and that led me to the spare room. I found your box with the wig and heels on the shelf in the closet. And after that it was a simple matter of taking a picture of my closet each morning, and each evening I could tell which of my dresses had been moved."
"Why didn't you say something then?"
"I really didn't know what to say. I was very annoyed that you'd hide this from me. But I can't say I was surprised. You've always had a feminine aspect to you. You're the only husband I know that enjoys clothes shopping with his wife. And you always had good suggestions as to what looked good. And when we made love you're more like my lesbian lover. Yes, we have intercourse, but even then you're slow and gentle. You've never pounded my pussy hard like a real man would."
"But, honey, I am a real man! The fact that I'm respectful and gentle doesn't mean I'm not."