Things had changed at home. My wife had been promoted at work. Since the children had left home she had been able to dedicate more time to work and it had paid off. She was dressing more professionally and was often coming home late. She had changed too, as she now had less time outside of work she had developed a no nonsense attitude. We still got the chance to relax together at the weekends but the sex had got stranger. She had taken a fancy to dressing me up in articles of her clothing before having sex and occasionally wearing mine. It was all done as a bit of a joke and sometimes she'd even put lipstick on me and tell me I looked cute. I went along with it of course because it was just a laugh and we enjoyed spending time together. What really concerned me though was the fact that our sex life seemed to consist of her using the strapon on me and little else. She never asked me to use the dildos on her anymore and she had stopped putting the fleshlight in her pussy so I could fuck her. The session would end with her reaching round and stroking my cock until I came while she pounded my butthole, which she was able to do with real force now. Sometimes I would be so desperate for sex I would come before she even touched my cock, something that caused me intense embarrassment. She would also get me to lick off any come that got onto her hand, using the excuse that she didn't want it getting on the bed. She clearly got off on taking my role in the bedroom and enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror wearing my suit with the strapon poking out of the open flies, but I couldn't see how this was fulfilling her sexually, she never had an orgasm. I couldn't remember the last time I had had my cock in her pussy, it's surprising what you get used to. Never the less, my wife was happy and the sex was good (if a little strange) so I accepted my new role and just went along with it until one day she came home with a present for me.
"What's this?" I stood there in the kitchen holding the soft package in my hands.
"A surprise." She said, smiling.
"What for?" It was very neatly wrapped in some very tasteful paper.
"Open it up. You'll like it."
I fiddled with the edges until I got it to rip open. At first I couldn't make out what it was, I turned it over. The label said 'long wavy blonde'. I squinted at it for a second and then I realised, it was a wig.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"I thought we could use it when we're having fun."
I still didn't understand, I looked at it again, then at my wife and back to the wig and then it hit me, "You want
me
to wear this?" My voice shot up about two octaves.
"I thought you'd like it, I could pick you out some of my underwear to match." She said trying to hug me. I pushed her away from me.
"No way, this is the final straw, I'm not doing this anymore."
"I was only thinking of you."
"Well don't. This has gone far enough."
"This is the thanks I get for spicing up our sex life and trying to save our marriage." She shouted, "I was only thinking of you."
"This isn't what I wanted."
"Fine, I'm going out. Don't wait up for me."
She grabbed her handbag, stormed passed me into the hall and slammed the front door behind her.
I poured myself a big glass of wine, carried the bottle into the living room and watched the television with the sound off for a long time. Was I being unreasonable? What would my life be without her? Would all this end in divorce? What had
I
ever done to spice up our sex life? I drank some more. Within the hour I was already trying to ring her only to find that her phone was switched off. I rang her every ten minutes for two hours and eventually gave up. At one in the morning I tried ringing her again. At half past two I heard a key in the door. A raced out into the hall to meet her and threw my arms around her. She looked tired, her hair was a mess and her clothing was dishevelled, maybe she'd been out dancing. I apologised and told her I loved her more than anything and I wanted us to stay together at any cost. In my emotional drunken state I promised I would do anything her heart desired. We kissed and went to bed, we fell asleep straight away. The next evening I dutifully put on the wig and let her put make up on me. The following weekend she bought me a lacy negligee to start my own collection of feminine clothes.
We settled into a comfortable routine of her taking the male role in the bedroom and me taking the female role. I'm ashamed to admit that I got used to it very quickly and as long as I came at the end of the session I was satisfied. She seemed very pleased with everything and I felt that maybe we had reached the pinnacle of our sexual experimentation. Perhaps things would even out a little from now on.
We were in the kitchen together making dinner one evening, talking about our day and what chores needed to be done and how dreadful the weather was, when she remarked quite innocently, "We haven't really explored any of your fantasies yet have we dear."
This took me back a little so I casually stirred a saucepan, "Oh, I'm not fussed. As long as you're happy."
"Well it matters to me. I want you to be happy too." she said slicing away at some carrots.
"I don't really have any fantasies. You know me, I'm happy to just go with the flow."
