If you had read my last story you would know by now that I love to wear women's lingerie. I no longer wear guy underwear except when I go to the doctor, I only wear panties. It doesn't matter what type of panties as long as they are either silk or lace, no cotton ones for me. My wife is some what supportive, but she doesn't fully approve either. We have been married for around 10 years now, and she knew what I did before we got married, I didn't want any surprises that might cause us to get a divorce. She allows the panties all the time, but I only get to wear my other lingerie about once or twice a month and that is usually when she has to leave town for work. A few months ago my wife gave me an evening that I will never forget, and hopefully she or her friend will never forget either (see last story). I have a special drawer in our bedroom full of bras, teddies, panties, stockings and my favorite long silk gowns.
Since that magical evening a few months ago, my wife won't allow me to get dressed in my lingerie while we are having sex. I have tried to talk to her about it, but all she says is that it makes her feel like a lesbian if I am dressed in women's clothes and she doesn't know if she should act like a woman or the man. I don't understand the problem especially after our night with Stacy, but I decided not to push the issue. Our sex life is still good, but that one evening was enjoyable for me.
One night after the kids went to bed I was in the living room watching the ball game, and my wife was in the computer room. She said she had work to do (like normal), and didn't want to be disturbed and since the game was on it was perfect for both of us. When the game got over and it was getting late, so I thought I would stick my head in the door and tell my wife that I was going to bed. When I opened the door, my wife jumped. I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing but I could tell she was flushed. I went over to her to give her a kiss goodnight, and looked at the computer screen to see what she was looking at. All I saw was her work, however when I looked at the tab on the bottom of the screen I saw something that said "crossdressi". I asked her what that was, and she told me that she found a site on the internet about straight men that like to crossdress. She said she was trying to understand me better and what I was going through so we could have a better and stronger life together. She found out that most men that crossdress are straight, even though she thought most were gay. I asked her if I could see the site she was looking at, and she said yes. When she maximized the window there was a guy dressed up in a bra and crotch less panties having sex with a woman. She informed me that seeing that reminded her of the night with Stacy. Also she was wondering if I would get dressed in my lingerie and control our sex that night, unlike the night with Stacy where the two of them were in total command. I said sure. She had to finish her work, but said she would be in the bedroom with in 30 minuets.
I pulled out a pink thong with the matching bra (38 b), and then found some thigh high stockings, a nice long silky pink gown and a pair of silicon fake boobs. The colors didn't match completely but it was close enough for me. I stripped down to nothing and started getting dressed when I realized I hadn't locked the door yet, so I quickly locked the door so no one but my wife could walk in and see me in all my glory. As I slid the thong over my feet, I started getting an erection thinking about what was about ready to happen. When I got them pulled all the way up, I had to try to stuff my erection into this small thong, nothing I could do but let it peek over the top of the thong. I then grabbed the bra slipped it over my arms and then reached behind me to hook it. I then grabbed my fake boobs and stuffed them inside the cups. I didn't buy very big ones or very expensive ones just something that would make them look somewhat real. I've seen my wife adjust her bra several times so I did the same to make sure the cups were over my nipples, and the silicone wasn't sticking out. I then grabbed the thigh highs and rolled them up so I could slip one onto my foot. I slowly unrolled as I pulled it up to my thigh. I enjoy the feel so much I ran my hand up and down my leg just for the enjoyment, then I did the same for the other leg. I stood up looked in the mirror to make sure everything was straight. I then slipped the gown over my head and let it fall down to my ankles. I looked in the mirror again to see how I looked, I thought I was weird looking but didn't care because it felt so wonderful I didn't care that I looked ridiculous.