1. Married Crossdressing Fun Ch 1


    Date: 2/2/2017, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: fitzythemartian

    ... she had great dress sense. Her business dress was attractive; sexy without being slutty. Usually she wore a skirt and jacket. The skirt generally reached down to mid thigh, although she had some shorter ones. Her evening wear was something else. She always looked as if she wanted every man in the venue to desire her. She always wore heels, usually 4-inch. She had heaps of pairs; I’d lost count of how many she had. There were at least as many shoes as she had outfits. She also had a great sense of make-up. She rarely looked as if she was wearing any, but I know it took her a long time to achieve this look. It was always well worth it. In business mode, she looked professional, but all woman. In her job in international finance she was not averse to using her sexuality to close a deal. She mainly dealt with middle-aged men. They didn’t stand a chance. Once again she stepped it up a notch whenever we went out. She always looked ready for sex. These thoughts flew through my mind. “If I can look half as good as you, dear, I’ll be happy,” I said. “So you’ll do it?” I nodded. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I knew I could count on you. I love you so much. Thank you.” She went into business mode. “Now, we’re gonna have to practice so you will be perfect. We can start now.” “Caz, it’s past midnight. We’ll start tomorrow.” “OK but you can wear one of my sexy négligées to sleep in.” She went to her cupboard and found a sexy black number, with pink ribbon under the bust. It was ...
    ... sheer, and it was beautiful. I hardly slept that night I was so excited for what would happen the next day. Saturday arrived and I woke with a huge erection. I knew what was going to happen today and I couldn’t wait. My beautiful wife had some distinctly sexy clothes and hopefully I would get to try them all on. I thought I knew what agony was but until that day I was deluding myself. We started after breakfast. Caz laid out some of her lingerie on the bed. She picked up each item and showed me how she put it on. Then she explained what it was called. Obviously bras and knickers were easy. I knew stockings and suspender belts too. I had seen her in a corset on more than one occasion. But things like bustiers, basques and torsolettes I had only vague notions of. She had teddies, slips and babydolls. She had demi bras, shelf bras, half cup, front opening and many more. She had bikinis, briefs, shorties and hip huggers, thongs and v-strings as well as cheekies and cheekinis. She explained them all and said that I would try them all. She threatened that if I stained anything I would be in trouble. That’s what I meant by agony – all day I tried these beautiful things on but wasn’t allowed any relief. Absolute agony!! That night Caz got me naked in the bathroom. She had some hair removal cream in her hand. “Now, spread this all over, wherever there is hair. I don’t want to see any hair below your head by the time you finish.” Fortunately I wasn’t too hairy anyway. Whatever hair I had ...
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