I'm Emily Wilson, age 41, 5'8" and 140 pounds, 36C with chestnut brown shoulder length hair. Men consider me attractive, and I think I am aging well. My husband and I lead a comfortable but boring middle class life in the Keystone state. We work hard at blue collar jobs and pinch pennies, but like so many households these days; we are like hamsters on a wheel. Our great hope is to see our 19 year old daughter graduate from college and have an easier and more prosperous life. She is a sophomore at Dickinson with a dual major in international business and accounting. She's a bright girl and we're very proud of her.
The stress of working multiple jobs to pay for college, however, has taken a toll on my marriage and my sex life. I work 7 days a week in retail customer service, and it's a mental struggle dealing with the public all day and a physical struggle because I'm on my feet most of the time. I'm like a zombie around the house when I get home from work. More than ever I need my partner to empathize with me and energize me.
I love my husband, and we've had a good relationship over the years. He is a great father and the undisputed boss of our household. He's a good hearted alpha male kind of guy (that's alpha with a lower case "a") and I could always tolerate that, especially in the bedroom. While I enjoy passionate lovemaking as much as any woman, I also enjoy a good hard fucking, and my husband is skilled in both. Recently, however, he just hasn't seemed interested in sex with me anymore. After 20 years of marriage, the sex, when he has the energy, is always robotic and predictable. The emotion seems to be gone and there are more positions than just missionary.
Laboring 60 hours per week for him is hard. I know he's always tired from working so much overtime, but his bitching and complaining about every little thing is starting to piss me off. He constantly has a sour look on his face and his domineering ways in the household are getting old, especially since he hasn't been taking care of business in the bedroom. I like sex, Ok, and I haven't been getting enough.
Most troubling to me, he has also started gaining a lot of weight, which I really hate. He used to be a really handsome guy, but now he's just fat. His gut hangs over his 44 inch waist and he has a triple chin. At his most recent yearly physical he topped the scales at 260 pounds on his 6' 3" frame, and his doctor put him on blood pressure medicine.
When he comes home in the evening he plops down in front of the TV to watch sports. I have tried coaxing him to bed early with lingerie and sexual promises, but on most nights, I go to bed alone as he invariably falls asleep on the sofa. I have been getting very frustrated at his lack of attention, and have thought to myself that I would do anything to better this situation. Something has to change and soon, or our marriage could be in trouble.
As if God was looking down upon me and answering my prayers, a crazy, weird opportunity suddenly happened. I took advantage of this unique situation and I am very, very happy that I did, because my husband now gives me all the attention that I ever wanted. It's a crazy but true story that all started innocently enough one morning...
I had recently been shopping at local department store during a clearance sale, and had bought myself four new bras and four new pairs of silky nylon panties. My old ones had been worn and stretched, and quite frankly, looked really bad. One by one, as I tried on my new purchases at home, I threw the old ones in the trash can. I was pleased with the new bras, to get more support for my breasts, and the new panties, as they covered up the baby fat on my tummy. They were so soft and smooth.
Unfortunately, I made a bad decision when I just threw the old clothes in the trash can, instead of wrapping them up in the plastic department store bag and pushing them to the bottom. Sitting there in the open, my thrifty, grouchy husband saw the old bras and panties as he walked by the trash can that morning on his way to the shower, and immediately started complaining about me wasting money.
"Look, I know you work hard, two jobs and all, we both do..." he started, "But we've got to save more money. College keeps getting more expensive, next year it's going up 5% again. It's going to be over $54,000 plus books for the year. We're already maxed out on our mortgage and home equity, and those PLUS loans will simply kill us. Please, Em, you can't be shopping all the time. Everything's going up except our paychecks. Don't you have enough bras and panties?"
"Honey, they're old, they're worn out, and damn it, if YOU want to wear them, please be my guest! As fat as you're getting, you're going to need a bra soon anyway!" I shot back at him, my frustration building.
To my shock and surprise, my husband picked a pink bra and pink panty out of the trash can, and started putting them on!
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
"How do you put this damn thing on?" he asked, holding up the old pink satin bra as he took off his bath robe.
"Hey, this is tight," he proclaimed, as I showed him how to attach the bra strap in the front and then spin it around his large barrel chest. I helped him slip his arms through the straps and then adjusted them for maximum length over his broad shoulders. Finally, he pulled it down over his hairy man boobs. He wiggled his shoulders, stepped back, and looked me in the eyes.
"So how do I look?" he asked, "Wait a second..."
My mouth was hanging open in total shock. I couldn't believe this was happening. My big, hairy, manly husband was wearing a pink bra!
He took off his boxers, and in seconds, had slipped on my old frayed pink nylon panties. They were a really tight fit. The pink nylon material stretched against his fat ass and flaccid cock. He stepped back, smiled and winked at me and said, "Hey, girlfriend, these feel really soft. What do you think, babe? Sexy, huh?"
"I'm too sexy for my wife...too sexy for my wife..." he started singing in deep baritone voice, channeling an old "Right Said Fred" song we both hated, all while swinging his hips toward me! Was he drunk this early in the morning? Wait, we don't drink...
"I'm a model...I do my little dance on the catwalk," he sang, looking at me, before bursting into a huge smile.
It was a completely innocent moment, but quite frankly, I didn't know what to think. My husband in my pink bra and panties dancing and modeling for me, oh my God! I felt strangely excited seeing him like this. I can't explain why, but the sight of my husband standing there was turning me on. It was completely weird, but he looked kind of ...sexy!
"Do you like woman's clothes?" I asked him, still somewhat in shock, but feeling like I was getting wet between my legs.
He laughed gently, "These feel really soft and sexy against my skin, I kind of like the feeling. You know, I always liked the feel of that long white satin nightgown you used to have ...the silky one you had when we first got married...it always felt so good when I was holding and rubbing you. God, I loved that gown. Do you remember?"
"Sure, I remember...," I replied, my mind drifting, thinking back to the nights we used to spoon for hours in bed. Sadly, they were now just memories for us. Our eyes met, as we both realized how distant we had become to each other. My chest tightened with longing for the intimacy we once shared.
A moment passed as we silently gazed at each other...and then I saw it! My husband's cock was starting to grow through the pink nylon material! He was getting turned on by the clothing he was wearing! My old nylon underwear was making his cock hard!
Suddenly, I got this brilliant idea, if just wearing woman's bra and panties around the house makes his cock hard, I could use this to my advantage. These days the only time he seems to get an erection is when he is watching football or sitting at the computer. So women's panties were making his cock hard...very, very interesting I thought. I decided to push the issue.
I looked him directly in the eye, "So do you like wearing my bra and panties?"
"Yeah, well...I guess... maybe...sort of... I am enjoying it..." he stammered.
"So you like wearing WOMEN'S clothing?" I asked again, rephrasing the question more forcefully this time. The pre-cum was oozing out of his dick and the pink panties now had a wet spot in the front.
"Well, I never have before ...but ...yeah...well... I guess... I do..." my very manly husband quietly said.
"Do what?" I forcefully demanded.
Taking a second before catching on, "I like wearing women's clothes," my husband said almost silently.
"Louder, sweetie, I can't hear you!" I demanded.
"I like wearing your clothes, your bra and panties...Ok?" he confessed.
"Does it turn you on to wear my panty and bra?" I demanded.
