Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1 - Sex Stories

Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1

... time it was well after midnight but for the last few weeks it was ten o’clock or earlier. She told me that Antwan wanted to take her away for the weekend, next weekend. I asked her if that’s what she wanted. “Yeah, I guess so.” “Not exactly a ringing endorsement,” I said. “I know, but I’m not sure if I want to. Half the fun of going out with him is coming home to you. For two nights I won’t be doing that. I think it’s a really big step.” She looked to the ground, as if unsure of what to say next. “Michael, for the last few weeks, Antwan hasn’t invited any of his friends. It’s just been him. I’m not sure if it means anything but I know that he hasn’t seen both of us for a month or more. I’m a bit worried about what this weekend is going to be about.” “You’ll work it out, Caz. Go with him. If it feels wrong, come home. It’s probably nothing anyway.” So she went. Her last words were, “You know I love you, both Michael and Mikki, don’t you?” That left me wondering about what was going on in her head. I spent an awful weekend alone. I couldn’t sleep and when I was Mikki my hair and make-up was a mess. Sunday finally arrived. I had no idea when Caz would be home so I made myself get dressed as Mikki. I put on sexy lingerie, a short skirt and sheer top and did my make-up with more care than ever before. I was ready for Caz to come home by lunchtime. Have you ever noticed how slowly time goes when you are waiting for something? I logically knew Caz wouldn’t be home until late ...

... afternoon or early evening but I still hoped it might be earlier. By six o’clock I felt that I had spent about three years waiting. Then seven o’clock, then eight. Every hour felt like a month. Finally at about nine thirty I heard a car in the driveway and the front door opened. There she was, my beautiful wife, standing there, looking gorgeous. “Caz,” I said. “Babe,” she said. “Let me shower. We need to talk.” “Fuck,” I thought. That was not what I expected. No hello, no hug, no kiss, not even an invitation to clean her pussy. What the hell was going on? About half an hour later she came out of the shower. “Mikki, do you remember the last thing I said when I left on Friday?” “Yeah, you said you loved both me and Michael.” She held out her left hand. “Antwan has asked me to marry him.” My jaw dropped. I looked at her hand. No wedding ring, no engagement ring from me. Only an obscenely large green rock surrounded by about six diamonds. I was speechless, my mouth open wide in shock. When I finally found my voice I said, “So your statement last Friday was a lie?” “No Mikki, no. I love you, only you. He made me take off my rings and put this one on. I’ve just spent the last half an hour trying to get this stupid thing off. It’s too small.” “So what are you saying?” “I’m saying I love you, and you alone, and we won’t be seeing Antwan again. The stupid prick thought that his cock was enough. I’m not denying it’s good but the man himself? Antwan loves Antwan and there’s no love left for ...