It all started about 14 years ago. I was helping my fiancee move out of his place and into the house we would share as husband and wife. Packing some boxes, I came across a bra. A bra? What and whose is this? Oh, simple and innocent, it was an old girlfriend's. Oh, okay-perfectly understandable, right?
Fast forward about 2 years. We are happily married and working together in the yard. I had seen a really weird show on TV about a guy who cross dressed. I remember thinking "what a freak". My husband and I are outside working and talking about lots of different things so I start telling him about this show. He says, "so, what- what if I did that"? He reminded me of that bra I had found. HUH? Excuse me!? Well, I really have no specific memory of what happened after that except for this intense fear that the man I married and loved was some freak, or was gay. So, I ask him and he assured me that he is straight and that he loves me. I asked him if he was sure."Yes" Okay, you are straight, but you cross dress. That makes no sense! Straight guys don't do that stuff! Do they? I truly thought my marriage was over.
My husband let me take it all in and let me deal with things at my own pace. He never forced anything on me. In fact, he went out of his way to make me feel comfortable with his dressing. No ultimatums were given by either of us.
It took awhile, okay, a long time, for me to feel even the least bit comfortable with him in bra, panties and a pair of stockings while were making love. Then one day, I put his girl clothes out for him-without even realizing I did it. It showed him I was comfortable with his dressing.
The sex was,and still is, fantastic. His dressing seemed to make him a more gentle and responsive lover. He is a totally different man than when we first got married. He is more free and much more relaxed. I am too. He no longer has a fear of the marriage being destroyed if I found out and I have long since realized that he is most
definately, NOT gay! I look forward to sex and we have sex several times per week. Our sessions have become longer and more intense, We are looking forward to our twelfth anniversary.
Every girl dreams of growing up and finding her prince charming. Well, I found mine. So what if he happens to wear lingerie and pumps?