There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old.
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Emma's secret lesbian fantasy inspires Daniel to tell her his secret of being a cross dresser.
"Don't you have a sexual fantasy?" She looked at him with inquisitiveness while he looked at her with guilt.
'Do I have a sexual fantasy? I have a million of them,' he thought to himself. 'If only she knew how many sexual fantasies I have, she'd think me a pervert.'
Nonetheless all of the sexual fantasies he had, he didn't answer her.
"Surely, you must have a sexy secret that you haven't confessed to me?"
'If only she knew his cross dressing secret,' he thought to himself. Again, instead of saying anything, he remained quiet. 'If only she knew he'd like to have sex with a man one time just to see what it felt like to have a man suck him before, perhaps, he sucked a man, he wondered her reaction.'
Not wanting to play this silly game of him confessing his sexual fantasies to her and in this way, this was her show. She's the one who started their pillow talking conversation with I want to have sex with a woman. He didn't start the conversation with I'm a cross dresser. If he was the one confessing his secret, sexual fantasy instead of her, he'd volunteer all kinds of secret, sexy things. Only, instead, the spotlight was on her and not him.
She waited for him to answer her question and when he didn't respond with much more than a shrug, she continued.
"Surely, you must have some skeleton hidden in your closet that you haven't told me and would never want exposed for fear of the judgmental embarrassment that you're as normal as the rest of us," she said with a laugh.
He wished he had the courage to tell her all of his sexual fantasies. Maybe she'd have a good laugh over some of them. He loved her laugh. She was even so much more beautiful when she was smiling and laughing. Giving color to her cheeks whenever she was laughing, if he could have created the perfect women, he would have created Emma. Truly, he's a lucky man to have someone like her as his wife and his partner in life.
With her always teasing him and joking around with him, he loved her playfulness. He enjoyed the fact that they could talk about anything and share everything, that is, other than his cross dressing secret. Yet, he was hoping to rectify that soon by telling her that he enjoys wearing women's clothes. Only, now, with her confessing her sexual secret in wanting to have sex with a woman, he felt pressured to tell her his secret in wanting to wear woman's clothes and possibly even have sex with a man.
With such a negative stigma attached to cross dressing, as if he was doing something wrong by wearing women's clothes, he felt so guilty. Yet, something that most people who aren't cross dressers wouldn't understand, cross dressing was his badge of courage against his struggle with gender identification. Never winning the war but giving into the battle by choosing a side, male and/or female cross dressers straddle the line. Most times dressing as men, sometimes they give in to their always there and sometimes more emerging feminine side to dress themselves as a woman.
"We all have secrets," he said finally while feeling bad for not taking this opportunity to take her in his confidence and to tell her his deepest, darkest secret. "Being that it wasn't until I was 30-years-old when I met you and married you, I've done some things I'm not proud of doing but am not ready to discuss them with you just yet," he said deciding not to tell her that he's a cross dresser.
Assuring himself that he would tell her that he cross dresses, he'd tell her his cross dressing secret after she had her lesbian affair, if she was to have a lesbian affair and told him all of the sexy details during their pillow talk. This way with him having something over her, he wouldn't feel as bad in her having something over him. It wasn't that he didn't trust her to keep his secret, he was just filled with so much guilt and angst that he needed to cross dress that he feared she may not understand his need to dress as a woman. Usually always in control, he felt weak in his inability to control his wanton desire to cross dress. Feeling enough guilt that he felt bad about himself, he didn't want her feeling bad about him too. If only she knew he was thinking of having sex with a man, different than her wanting to have sex with a woman, when he didn't even understand why he'd want a man over her, he didn't think she'd understand that either.
Yet, with just her focused stare, as if she could see inside of him and knew what he was thinking, she looked at him as if she already knew or suspected his cross dressing secret. She looked at him as if she was a police officer waiting for him to confess and come clean with the truth. As if they were both thinking about one another's sexual fantasies, they fell silent until she spoke again. Only, with him not yet telling her his cross dressing secret and with her already telling him her lesbian secret, no doubt, now he had more secret, sexual fantasies to imagine and to confess than she did.
"Perhaps, you'd like to know what it feels like to be with another woman or with two women," she said treading on thin ice while prodding him to confess his sexual fantasies, whatever they were.
"Yes, that would be hot to see you with another woman naked and in bed together," he said.
Suddenly the imagined image of her with another woman took control of his mind. She covered herself by encouraging him with her look as if goading him to respond in kind. Exciting him in the way he excited her by fingering her nipples and fingering her pussy, sexually teasing him in the way that he was sexually teasing her, she slowly stroked his cock.
"Perhaps you'd like to watch me having sex with a woman," she said giving him a sexy look while exploring dangerous ground.
With her look making him want to confess his secret, he was so tempted to tell her that he was a cross dresser but not wanting to ruin the moment of her telling him about her secret, sexual, lesbian fantasy, his secret could wait. Obviously knowing her well enough to know what she wanted, if that's what it took for him to agree for her to have a lesbian affair, what she wanted was for him to confess that he'd love to have sex with another women too. At the very least, what she obviously wanted to hear was for him to agree for her to have lesbian sex with a woman while he watched. With him knowing her well enough that he could read her, obviously what she wanted was for him to tell her his sexual peccadilloes too, no doubt so that she wouldn't feel so exposed in his eyes. Perhaps sweetening the pot and as if this was already part of this prearranged deal, she conceded by giving him her blessings for him to watch her having lesbian sex with a woman and/or for him to have sex with her lesbian lover too.