There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
Cross-Dressing, Gay & Lesbian Sex 2
Emma confesses her sexy secret to her husband of wanting to have sex with a woman.
"I have this secret, sexual fantasy that I want to have sex with a woman," said Daniel's wife, Emma, during their pillow talk while they were having sex.
Sex with another woman? Emma wants to have sex with another woman? He couldn't believe it. He was too sexually excited to speak. Yet, not wanting her to take his silence as a negative answer, as if his cock was directly speaking to her through his mouth, he summoned his response all the way up from his penis.
"If that's a sexual fantasy that you've always had, then it's one that you should explore," he said with the maturity and wisdom of a doctor but with the agenda and ulterior motives of a used car salesman. "I don't see anything wrong with you having a lesbian affair."
Suddenly, as if there were music playing and Angels singing the love theme from Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet, Piano Concerto #1 in B Flat, Sleeping Beauty, and/or the theme from Swan Lake, Daniel looked at his lovely wife with a new found sexual lust. As if she wasn't beautiful before, she was even more beautiful now. She looked at him as if she said something dirty, naughty, and forbidden in a happy marriage and he looked at her as if she was the very best wife in the world and in that moment, she was.
If only she knew that her having sex with a woman was his sexual fantasy too, he wondered what she'd say. If only she knew that he'd like to watch her having lesbian sex with her fantasy lover, he wondered if she'd still want to have lesbian sex. If only she knew that he'd like to participate in a threesome, but that's something he probably should keep to himself. He wondered if she'd be relieved or if knowing that he'd love to see her licking a pussy would turn her off enough to no longer want to have lesbian sex.
The image of his beautiful wife having lesbian sex with a woman took hold of his consciousness as if he was already watching her in a lesbian scene in a porn movie. Wow! Always thinking of his wife as a hot, sexy woman, he never thought of her as a lesbian or even a bi-sexual. Now, he couldn't wait for her to have lesbian sex with a woman so that she could tell him all about it, every sexy detail, during their pillow talk.
As if she was Titania in Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night's Dream frolicking in the forest with one of the fairies, he imagined Emma frolicking in bed with her lesbian lover. After she confessed her sexy secret of wanting to have sex with a woman, with the timing right, not only was it time to tell her his cross dressing secret but it was the right time to tell her that he was a cross dresser. With him sexually excited by the delicious thought and by the erotic image of her having lesbian sex with a woman, he almost confessed his cross dressing secret to her right then and right there. With her being so open and so honest with him, she inspired him to be open and honest with her too.
If only for her to more consider the idea of having sex with a woman without the guilt he had harbored with cross dressing, he needed to tell his wife his secret. She needed to know that he was harboring a sexual secret too. If there was one person he could trust, he could trust Emma with his secret. If there was one person who needed to know what he's been hiding all of these years, she needed to know.
Seemingly, now the fact that he knows that she wants to have sex with a woman doesn't make his secret so terrible. No longer a secret, wouldn't it be wonderful if they both accepted one another's secrets and shared all of the sexy details during their pillow talking sessions? With the sky the limit, so long as she only had sex with women and not men, wouldn't it be wonderful if they could have a more open marriage where they accepted one another for who they are sexually? He imagined the perfect marriage of him cross dressing in front of her and him allowing her to have lesbian lovers that is so long as she shared all of the details during their pillow talking sessions.
Yet, still troubled by her reaction, he again wondered what her reaction would be to him telling her his cross dressing secret. With the same thoughts running through his mind in the way they controlled his thoughts before, maybe she'd be disapproving of him. Maybe she'd be disappointed in him. Maybe she'd ask him to leave the house and get his own place. Maybe she'd want a divorce. Maybe she'd be so disgusted by him and by what he was about to tell her that she'd never want to see him again. Maybe she'd be so angry that he kept his secret from her for the ten, long years that they've been married that she'd feel the need to embarrass him.
In the way he didn't trust her with his secret, he imagined that she'd humiliate him by telling all of friends and family that he's a cross dresser. Yet, it didn't matter what she did or how she reacted, she needed to know his secret. He needed to tell her the truth. If only to save himself, he had to tell her. Tired of hiding his secret, he needed to be free of the sneaking around and his guilty conscience.
Going over it again and again, he ran it all through his mind again. With her such a positive and loving person, too negative and close minded of her not to understand his need to wear women's clothes, maybe she would understand. Maybe she'd be accepting of him. Maybe she'd love him even more for all that he's gone through and for the trust he showed in her by telling her his secret. Maybe he's worried about nothing. She's his wife and she loves him after all. Maybe, she'd even help him in what he needed and was driven to do. Yeah, maybe she'd help him dress as a woman. Maybe she'd help him look more like a woman.
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That night, thinking of the perfect time to tell his wife his cross dressing secret, Daniel bided his time while waiting for Emma to mention her lesbian, sexual fantasy again. With Emma obviously in the mood for sex, perhaps during or after their pillow talking session may be a good time to tell her that he likes wearing women's clothes. Then, again, while they're enjoying their orgasmic afterglows, telling her something as disturbing as that may be the worst time to tell her that he enjoys cross dressing. Now that the time is here and he's confronted by his need to tell her his secret, unsure if he should even tell her, how can he tell her that he's a cross dresser? Too afraid to tell her for fear that his secret would ruin everything, yet again, he didn't tell her.
With the sexy thoughts of her having lesbian sex, she made him forget about his cross dressing confession with the kisses and the sex she just gave him. Deeply French kissing him and with him filled with love and sexual excitement, he never felt closer to his wife than he did now when making love to her. Physically entwined, with her sharing her body with him by allowing him free access nearly any time he wanted her, embodied in mind and connected in spirit, he finally felt closely comfortable enough with her to share his secret with her. Only, still holding back, he couldn't just blurt out that he's a cross dresser. As if she's a delicate, beautiful flower, with her opening up to him by telling him her lesbian secret fantasy and giving him loving sex, he needed to trust her enough to tell her the truth. If there was a perfect time to tell her, now may be the time to tell her that he's a cross dresser.
'Emma,' he imagined saying to her while she was reading the Sunday paper or talking to her mother on the phone.
'Yes Daniel?' He imagined her mindlessly responding.
"I'm a cross dresser,' he imagined saying.
'That's nice dear,' he imagined her vaguely saying while not really paying any attention to what he just confessed.
He wished it was that easy but assuredly, it wasn't. With her trusting him with her secret, and with her already confessing her sexual secret to him of her wanting to be with a woman, he needed to tell her that he's a cross dresser. Yet, now that he knows her secret, his secret stayed in the background instead of in the forefront. Excited for her to have sex with a woman, he couldn't wait for her to have sex with a woman. As if she's already had sex with a woman, he could clearly see her naked body in the arms of her lesbian lover. So sexually and shockingly exciting, her being with a woman has not only commanded the topic of their sexy pillow talk lately but also their open and honest sexual dialogue has heated their lust for one another to an even higher flame.
Just as he never thought he'd have sexual thoughts of having sex with a man, he never thought his wife would have sexual thoughts of having sex with a woman. Only her having sex with a woman was one thing and him having sex with a man was something else entirely. Kissing and kissing him, she stroked his cock while he felt her huge tits and fingered her erect nipples. Imagining his sex life not getting any better than blissfully this, unless she was sucking him or he was making love to her, he loved fondling her big boobs and fingering her enormous nipples as she stroked his cock.