Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1 - Sex Stories

Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1

I was lying on our marital bed blindfolded, with my hands cuffed to the bedhead, wearing a pair of sheer black knickers. I was waiting for my beautiful wife to come home from her date with Antwan, her big black lover. I thought back to how this all began. Caz and I met when we were both studying at the State University. I was doing an MBA having completed my degree in Business. She was finishing her degree in International Finance. She was the most beautiful woman I had seen and I thought I had no chance with her. She was the life of any gathering, the centre of attention wherever she went. I, on the other hand, was quiet and shy, preferring to sit back and watch things happen. One night I was quietly sipping a beer at the bar next to our campus that we frequented. Caz was, as usual, right in the thick of the noisy College crowd, doing shots. She was at the bar ordering more drinks when she tripped and accidently knocked my beer over. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry, here let me clean that up for you.” “No matter, nothing much went on me anyway. There’s no problem.” “Aren’t you sweet. Thank you for saying that. Most men would go ape shit if I did that to them. Have a good night.” “Thanks, you too.” “Maybe I’ll see you again,” she said, as I got up to leave. I smiled at her as I turned to leave. I didn’t see her to speak to for another week. She was leaving the bar as I was walking past. “Hey,” she called. “Wait up.” I looked around and realised she was talking to me. “Oh, hi, how ...

... are you going?” I asked. “Good, hey listen, do you want to have a beer? I still feel awful about the other night.” “Um, yeah, OK.” We spent about five hours drinking and talking that night. Caz never once joined her friends, nor was she in the middle of any mayhem that was going on. We went out together again the next night and again two days after that. We were inseparable for the rest of our time at College. We graduated together and were fortunate enough to find jobs in the same city. It was then that I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we set the date for a year later. Our engagement was one of huge workloads and a busy working life. But it was also one of plenty of quiet, intimate times. We lived together for about six months before the wedding. It was a wonderful time in our lives. The wedding went off without a hitch and we spent a great two weeks in Hawaii for our honeymoon. Life was bliss. There was only one time that we had a little spat in Hawaii. Caz asked me one night if I would like to go out to a steakhouse for dinner or get some pizzas delivered to our room. I didn’t particularly care and told her that. She blew up. “For God’s sake make a decision, please.” And she stormed off. I found her an hour later in the bar, back in the middle of a group of people dancing, laughing and doing shots. I went up to her and said, “Let’s go to the steakhouse.” “Well, it’s about fucking time you made a decision. Let’s go. I’m famished.” It was such a small incident that I ...