How I returned to crossdressing
I am still not sure why I put on a pair of my wife's knickers when I had not crossdressed for such a long time, but I enjoyed it very much. After being married so many years our sex life had faded away. I had always looked at pornography throughout our marriage, firstly men's magazines and then on the internet.
I liked wearing the knickers a lot but I felt uncomfortable about wearing my wife's. So I bought some of my own and kept them hidden from her. I bought tights as well and stockings and suspender belts. Then I bought a dress on eBay in an auction. It was a teal colour and was clingy and came down to my mid thigh.
I suddenly realised I could discreetly get other women's clothes on eBay without spending a lot of money. I bought very high heeled shoes and watched videos on YouTube about how to walk in them. I bought more dresses and lingerie. I bought my first wig.
My most expensive purchase was a pair of large breast forms that gave me an impressive bust. I felt feminine and I felt fantastic.
I took every opportunity to crossdress at home. I also began to wear knickers instead of underpants when I went to work. Sometimes I wore tights under my trousers. It felt wonderful.
I also began to look at photos of other crossdressers. At first it was to gain inspiration and I suppose to get reassurance that there were other people like me. I soon realised that I was becoming aroused by the photos and also by the photos of crossdressers with men. I still remember vividly the first time I came when I was looking at a picture of a gorgeous crossdresser in sexy black lingerie being fucked by a man.
I started fantasizing that it was me in the photos. I wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to be fucked by one. So I bought a dildo and then some anal beads and then a butt plug. I built up quite a collection of anal toys.
Of course eventually I got careless and I realised my wife knew about my secret when I discovered she had washed a pair of my knickers and put them away in my normal underwear drawer.
I will talk about that in my next post.
I liked wearing the knickers a lot but I felt uncomfortable about wearing my wife's. So I bought some of my own and kept them hidden from her. I bought tights as well and stockings and suspender belts. Then I bought a dress on eBay in an auction. It was a teal colour and was clingy and came down to my mid thigh.
I suddenly realised I could discreetly get other women's clothes on eBay without spending a lot of money. I bought very high heeled shoes and watched videos on YouTube about how to walk in them. I bought more dresses and lingerie. I bought my first wig.
My most expensive purchase was a pair of large breast forms that gave me an impressive bust. I felt feminine and I felt fantastic.
I took every opportunity to crossdress at home. I also began to wear knickers instead of underpants when I went to work. Sometimes I wore tights under my trousers. It felt wonderful.
I also began to look at photos of other crossdressers. At first it was to gain inspiration and I suppose to get reassurance that there were other people like me. I soon realised that I was becoming aroused by the photos and also by the photos of crossdressers with men. I still remember vividly the first time I came when I was looking at a picture of a gorgeous crossdresser in sexy black lingerie being fucked by a man.
I started fantasizing that it was me in the photos. I wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and to be fucked by one. So I bought a dildo and then some anal beads and then a butt plug. I built up quite a collection of anal toys.
Of course eventually I got careless and I realised my wife knew about my secret when I discovered she had washed a pair of my knickers and put them away in my normal underwear drawer.
I will talk about that in my next post.
5 years ago
Best fun was always when we both wore my sexy female undies as foreplay to great sex.
It was fortunate we could both get awaty with similar sizes. She ended up wearing much sexier underwear and we'd both go out to buy undies knowing we'd probably both be wearing them at times