Having a lifelong fetish for sexy lingerie was exciting, but my concern was having someone catch me wearing. After my wife, Jessica found out about my stash of women's clothing, I thought my marriage might be over. Her eventual understanding, learning and acceptance of my little kink was a life changer for our marriage and my peace of mind. When in fact she began participating in my fetish, I was overwhelmed. She began taking the lead in our role playing games. This worked wonderfully well for my wearing women's clothing signified a streak of submissiveness in sex. This was linked back to my inferiority complex because I had a small cock.
In the last chapter, I related how she acted out a scenario of being the teenage virgin. Then she reversed the role and clothing, eventually taking my anal cherry. I was blown away with that event, but fell right in line as soon as she began fucking me with her new cock. If there was ever any question about who was in charge, my getting fucked in the ass by my beautiful wife cleared it up. When it came to sex, she became the controller of the level.
Jessica loved being the demure wife in public. I loved the respect she gave me as a man. I also loved her taking the lead in our "Dress Up Games", as she began referring to my crossdressing. I no longer had to go through the faΓ§ade of wearing manly underwear. This was very private between the two of us.
I had already debuted as her "girlfriend". I was astounded that I was not seen as a freak drag queen initially. In order to feel my most sexy, we dressed up on our "Dress Up Dates". We sometimes felt out of place because we were overdressed compared to the women around us. That seemed to be the focal point of some second looks we got from women. From the men, we got plenty of second looks for our appearance in general. I am sure most of it was according to Jessica's extreme beauty. Men were so drawn to her, that I think I got passed over as the "second best" woman in the picture. This opened up completely the range of events and places we could go. My confidence grew with each positive experience.
That would have been good enough, but Jessica upped the ante when she started buying more risquΓ© clothing for both of us. The first time she did this, we dressed in short shorts, chorus line sheer to the waist panty hose and stilettos. She picked out a form fitting crop top for herself and a more conservative collared top for me. My bra and breast forms were not showing, but she had pushed up my own man boobs and applied the subtle makeup that gave me some really nice cleavage. She had already insisted and I had my belly button pierced. Now I added a dangling ring there to match hers.
We drove down to the beach one Friday evening, arriving around ten o'clock at the club we found. We were dressed to kill and my makeup was perfect. I had on a dark brunette wig just below my shoulders. I wore long dangling earrings. We quite noticeably strutted into this place like we owned the night.
Inevitably, guys began flocking to us and asking to dance. This was the ultimate test and Jessica had instructed me how to cope with this. I was to be in character, but not too obvious. She explained that we were two single girls out for a good time. We were not looking to get picked up. I was of course nervous as hell. Going out with Jess as her "girlfriend" had gone very well, but dancing with a guy would be the ultimate test. I did not think I could pull it off.
Jessica had worked with me on our eating and shopping trips to help me develop a female voice without being too high pitched and obvious. For some reason, I had blended well. My masculine voice was not bass in tone, more neutral and relaxed. I just added some casual pitch and Jessica was amazed at how easily I had transposed to the voice. We even sang songs together when we were driving.
Two guys approached together. (Thankfully) They each chimed in together, "Wanna dance?" Jessica had demonstrated how you extend your hand to accept. I did not have to speak. We made it to the crowed dance floor where couples of every color and style were flowing to the snappy music. My guy shouted and extended his hand, "I'M DANNY."
I shook his hand and shouted, "BRIANNA".
I danced as rhythmically as I could and still be feminine. As I watched other girls dancing I got a good idea of what was normal. I saw Jess out of the corned or my eye. She was watching me carefully. It was comforting to know that she had my back. The music was so loud, that any attempt and real conversation was futile. So we shouted and smiled some. It was just the right contact for my first time out.
My heart was pounding and I was trying not to sweat. I was afraid my makeup would start running. Just for safety sake, Jessica and I had worn necklaces with lots of beads that dipped down toward our cleavage. Danny and I danced two fast numbers and I smiled and breathed heavily signifying that I had had enough. Danny escorted me back to the bar where he bought us a drink. This worried me because I did not want to go one on one with conversation just yet. Luckily Jessica and her dance partner showed up just then and joined us for a drink. Jess took the lead in the conversation about who we were and where we lived. She was great and I don't remember much of the content except that she kept passing easy questions to me. I was able to get by with minimal words. I just answered in short gasps as I placed my hand to my ears to show that much conversation was not possible.
I am sure the guys had every intention to hit on us, but we settled for more dancing with them. Again the floor was crowded and the music was booming. Danny and I smiled, touched each other casually and continued dancing. I signaled that I was done after the music paused and we went back to the bar. I hugged him casually and kissed his cheek. I thought that was a nice touch. Jessica and her partner returned and we began talking again. Just as the guys started their lines, Jess cut them both off, "Great meeting you guys. Brianna, have you seen Cal and Lisa, yet?"
To the guys, she explained, "We are meeting some friends here. How about we dance some more later?"
We gave each guy a quick cheek kiss and wandered off appearing to look for our imaginary friends. I casually touched Jessica's hand and whispered, "Thanks."
"Oh, my god, Brianna, you were great. I watched you dancing and you looked so relaxed."
I replied, "Yeah, looks are deceiving. I was scared to death."
Thank goodness the crowd was so large, for we blended into the writhing mass on the dance floor. As we worked our way through toward the opposite side, Jessica touched me and started dancing solo. I followed and we looked like two hot girls on the dance floor. We laughed and moved along, not wanting to give the impression that we were together in "that" way. It was so much fun not wanting to appear as two lesbians while we were dressed so hot. The irony was wonderful.
We decided not to push our luck. The goal was for me to get closer to people and work on my feminine skills. Jess and I both felt that the evening was an unqualified success. When we made it back to the parking lot we did kiss and feel each other up. Now we knew that anyone looking into our car would indeed mistake us for two hot lesbians.
My cock was bulging a little under my gaff, but it just felt a little tighter. We wished we had worn skirts because the short shorts made it harder to feel each other. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down exposing my satin thong. The chorus line pantyhose were so sheer and they looked great on our smooth legs. In return, I unbuttoned Jessica's shorts and helped her slither out of them. She cranked up the car and we headed back home. We felt each other all the way back home and had great sex once we arrived.