How I told my wife…about my other self

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How I told my wife…about my other selfThis is a real story….Since I can remember, I have been living a double life, more like a life and a half. I always have liked to look like a girl but not changing my sex. I am a Cross Dresser. I love dressing like a girl, woman, lady and even cosplay. My desires have been to look like one that as a man would love. However, my biggest thing about looking as a fem is the lingerie. I am a lingerie addict.I have written about it, I do love any piece of undergarments, any kind of panties, any bra, any corset, any garnet bells. My collection is huge now, and it could have been bigger if I had kept all of them during the years.All these years I had kept my fetish in the closet, I really believed I was the only one back last century, before the internet. In the early 90s when my body reached certain point, I did not have any curves, my male part was just big enough, however my balls and sack still big, I was thin as a stick, and also tall and big feet. It was easy to buy clothes but not shoes.The internet came along and I discovered the cool truth, I was one of many. I was curious about bi sexual or homosexual, but never felt right. I came to the conclusion I was a lesbian, or straight Cross Dresser. I had many friends that I convinced to donate their clothes for “the salvation army,” in other words, they will donate them to me, I would keep the ones that fit me and the others ones ended up in the thirtf stores.I did buy under wear every time I could, and used them as often as I could too. I dated some girls back in the late 90s, they wore un matching outfits, there is nothing sexier than a girl that coordinates her bra with her panties. I borrowed their outfits where they were in class or at work, but never shared with them my secret. Time went by and ended up working in the Cancun. There is was more like a week stands or night stands, or just quickys….. Couple of these hook ups I got caught in panties. Most of them were super hot and zonguldak escort steamy sex.Then I met my wife. She did not caught me in panties, but suspected something. The night I met her, we talked at the bar, she put me in my place as I used my classic BS, drinks were served, stories came along, more talked was developing and the bet was stablished… “I bet you are a 36c bra size!” I said. Must of the time I am right, my bra size o meter is right on! Back then I was a 34a.As a matter of fact she let me check her boobs. I was in the right place at the right moment. They were (and real) and spectacular. That night nothing happened beyond me touching those beautiful set of boobs.The following night on the other hand, almost everything happened. She did make me happy, came couple of times, blow job, hand job and boob job all in one night. She was in her period.She left to her destination and we kept in touch. She had a kinky side I learned years after too. She came back to visit and 5 days this time we expended fucking all other the place. My tongue explored every wall of that wild pussy of hers, untamed , hairy, thick, juicy. She did have nice comfy undies and bras, and every time, she left a nice crust in the cotton panel.The company sent me to the Pacific and she came to visit 3 times as a guest. I asked her if she could bring me some high heels that I could not get in Mexico for a play in the hotel. She did buy them. Every time she visit for some reason the blow jobs were getting better and better. Also her undies.By September of that year I ventured to tell her about Iliana, I had kept a internet site in GEOCITIES, that of course does not exist anymore. I kept tons of pictures there, my story , my fetishes and stories.She was not surprised. She kind of knew about it, that is why she kept coming for more. I really dont think I am the best lover, however I touch the way I love to be touched.By the end of September we met in a central point, I was wearing zonguldak escort bayan inside my male clothes, a lovely thong and matching lace bra (no extra boobs) and a camysole. I picked her up at the airport. I was so nervous just to open up like this. She came out from customs . We kissed right there and she reached for my butt, she felt the thong line on my Kakis. Smiled and proceed to the drive to the hotel. She had packed two suitcases for just 5 days. We checked in a hotel.The room was big, the bed was huge, the bathroom had a bathtub and we were ready to explore.She opened the suitcases one at the time. I am still under my male clothes, nervous to show my passion and fetish to her. She was calmed and in control of the situation. She asked to wait in the room while all the stuff in her luggage was put away, in the closet, inside the drawers, even in the huge bathroom.I waited with tons of anticipation, wondering what was going to happen that night. She came out the bathroom just wearing her normal clothes. Nice pants, a transparent blouse showing cleavage under a Victoria Secrets blue lace bra. I had seen that bra in a catalogue and it came with a matching thong or high leg bikini, of course in nylon. I was right, she came to me while I was sitting and gave me a huge kiss in the forehead. I am 6 2 she is short. She ordered me to stand up and show her what I was wearing. ” We just have few days and I have tons of plans,” she said. My jacket went to the floor as my pants did. She admired my body and complemented my good taste in lingerie. She say to lay in the bed while she undressed me little by little. First my socks, the my cami, she kissed my on the neck and told me to stay still. She took her socks off, her pants off, and her blouse. She was on top and I could see she was completely wet and her matching thong, I wanted to taste her hot juices, she moist pussy, but she had other plans for now. She started kissing me in the neck and went up to escort zonguldak my ears. My arms moved to her round and incredible butt, touching her thong. I was starting to get hard and she went to my chest, moved my bra straps and moved my bra away so she could suck my nipples. Her tongue made circles around my nipples ( i have small nipples, but they are really pointy and sensitive) . She knew how to made them hard. I tried to unhooked her bra, but she was in control. I grabbed those huge tits with my hands when she was moving up and down to kiss my trapped dick under my thong.I was in pre cum when she reached down there. I could almost smell her pussy wetness too. I was not allow to move. Her tongue and her mouth cover my whole small dick, she took my thong out and licked the precum. She looked and me and told me…. “Time to eat” as I was laying in bed, she turned her body and her beautiful thong and pussy on my direction. I was ready to eat all of those juices already pregnated in that thong and ready to find more about that cave that made me crazy.The thong was completely wet ever more now. I suck that pussy so hard that even my dick was almost ready to come just by doing that. My big boy was being taken care of it after being just moved around the fabric. She stopped eating me.She wanted to be fucked and I wanted to fuck her. So we did fuck. I turned her around, I took my bra off while she kept everything. Moved a little bit of fabric and found her hole. I moved with caution , she was totally lubricated so it was easy. Inside it was so intense, there were juices produced that have never been there. We switched sides, she was now on top. Little by little her hips move more perverse than before, my ass was being fucked by my own thong. I always have loved friction on my crotch. Touching her breast and looking at her eyes I could say she was having a great time.I came so hard inside her and she kept grarsping for more in that moment. I could not move, I was in shock. She laid down next to me and we fell asleep, nor before getting my second present…. a teddy, black, lacy and with a low rise panty. By the way , she had one in pink.We did not sleep long…. We got married 2 years later…If you want to know more…. just ask me.

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