April’s Amazing Day

So, my story starts like most of us crossdressers, finding moms lingerie in the clothes hamper as a pre-teen and of course putting things on while getting those first feelings of excitement, sexiness, and that surge of adrenaline. Every day I became consumed with hoping against hope that when I arrived home, no one would be around so that I could search out out the underthings that made me feel so feminine. Thankfully I had never been caught “dressed up” in my youth, although sometimes I think that had I been discovered, my life would have taken a much different direction, good or bad. One thing you learn early on is how to hide your little fetish very well.

Fast forward 20 plus years, living with an amazing wife of just 2 years (both our second marriage) and living so very well, while putting the crossdressing away for good. Or so I thought.

Of course at some point, it got the best of me and I broke down and purchased my favorite items, black little bra, black bikini panties, black garter belt, and black hose. I was adept at keeping those very hidden.

So, one day I found myself with no one home, I indulged in my fantasy, when out of nowhere, I hear the front door open. Frantically I pulled a pair of jeans on and pulled the bra to my waist while getting a sweatshirt on. My wife had come up the stairs and asked what I was up to. I told her that I was getting in the shower and headed to the bathroom. I removed my clothes, stuffed the girly things inside my jeans, showered, and went to the bedroom to dress. I was so fearful and shaken that I thought I had hidden my girly things back in their spot. The next day as I returned home from work, there was my wife standing, arms crossed, at the front door. Uh-oh, I’ve seen that look before from my mother, this is not good. Of course she had found them in the laundry and accused me of having an affair. I had denied any knowledge of the items or where they came from. She did not talk to me for three days or so. When one day our oldest child asked edirne escort if we still weren’t talking, she informed him that we were probably getting divorced.

I was devastated.

I knew right then and there that that evening I had to come clean, and so I did.

That night, I confessed. Held back nothing. Gave my complete history. Told her that I could never figure out what drove this obsession. That it was a compulsive thing that I thought I could control but apparently I could not. I told her that I loved her dearly and promised I would do everything in my power to not do that again. Needless to say, nothing was spoken about for days while she tried to process all of this and I walked around with my fingers crossed hoping like hell she could forgive me. Well she did, god bless her, but had laid out very specific instructions about it. No one is to find out, never being dressed like that when anyone has the possibility of seeing me, and no more “surprises”. The biggest thing being that she did not ever want to see it.

Ok, I agreed, at least she loves me,

A LOT.

As time goes by, she warmed up a bit and began to get playful about it as well. She would have a drink or two then let me know that the house needed some attention as we were having friends over the next evening. She would say that maybe “April” should appear to do some cleaning tonight! She would watch me vacuum, mop, and clean counters, of course all while I was wearing a cute little skirt, top, and heels, she and I would just look at each other and giggle!

Sometimes she would serve up a little humiliation in front of friends, which all of the sudden sparked a very horny response in me.

I LIKED IT.

From time to time she would make a little comment in front of friends (“he has his moms legs”) or “accidentally” calling me “April” followed by “Geez, why would I call you that” just to watch me blush! I enjoyed it immensely without her really knowing, she was just having a little fun.

Every elazığ escort year we attend an adults only Halloween party but one year she informed me that all the women had decided that they were picking the costumes. Great. That evening my wonderful bride informed me that she was going as a pimp and of course you know who I was going to be, the hooker.

Bam. Instant hard on.

She laid out a mini skirt, stockings, revealing blouse, and my heels. Oh, she also provided a little apron with condoms to pass out, NICE!

On the way to the party, she pulled in to an adult toy store and said that we still need to get me a “slave” choker! I was too embarrassed to try it on in front of the salesman when she asked me to (my first openly public humiliation scared me, what an idiot, oh well). At the party all of the men were in some type of drag which all of us laughed and began acting like our wives (my heels hurt, my bra is pinching, this skirt is too short, my bracelet doesn’t match) we all had a great time and laughed all evening.

As the years came, my wife warmed up somewhat and would surprise me on occasion with a nice bra or panties or a skirt.

She is awesome!

The most amazing day came when she asked me to go shopping with her (as usual). She needed some things from different places and we love hanging out together so why not. As we were finishing, she asked if I wanted to run over to the resale shop. With me being a somewhat scavenger type of person, I said sure. We pull in and she says “follow me”.

Ok then.

Well she heads to the dresses and starts pulling them out and asking if I like them. Me being oblivious, said none of these are remotely your style. She smiles and says “these aren’t for me honey” and holds one up to me! Instantly I blush and look around only to see the saleswoman with a raised eyebrow! She continues looking, getting three dresses in all, then asks the saleswoman if it’s all right for me to try them on, “of course” she says with a huge erzincan escort grin!

I can’t believe what is happening!

My wife heads over to the curtain and pulls my favorite little bra and panties from her purse and says, “you’ll need these, oh and I’ll find some heels.”

WHAT? This CANT Be true!

I begin to change into a very cute short yellow flowered summer pleated dress, put on the heels and she says “well? Let’s see!” Out I come ( literally right?), red faced and hiding wood, I’m thinking “wow!” She says “that looks very nice, I like it!” Next was a little black number, short, tight, long sleeves, and low cut, that showed my mini cleavage, again, “wow!” Her response as well! I kept thinking that this can’t be happening! Last was a long blue, back zipped evening gown that looked amazing with the strappy heels she had picked out. Again her approval.

She told me to put the little black number back on while she paid. I did as I was told. When she came back she told me to hand over my tennis shoes, jeans, and T-shirt , I did, then said to me that it’s time to go. I was ready to explode!

As we passed the counter, the saleswoman said That I couldn’t leave like that, what!?!I for sure thought this was trouble, instead she said “you have no makeup on!” Quickly she applied a little foundation, blush, lipstick, and eyeliner, then said see you soon honey with a big smile!

As we left and we’re walking to the car, I heard a whistle, I immediately looked down at my feet when my wife said “oh honey, you have to look at them! Show them what a woman you are!” I looked up and over and I smiled, then I looked back down, only this time I was thinking that this is the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for me!

When we got back home we snuck in the house (we have close neighbors), I was trembling and just so excited for what had just happened that day that I couldn’t contain myself. When we got in I fixed us a drink, kissed my wife passionately and told her to meet me in the bedroom. I then proceeded to the bathroom where I removed my girly clothes, showered, then proceeded to have the most amazing sex with the woman that I So dearly Love!

This was not only the most Humiliating day, but Certainly IS,

THE BEST DAY EVER!

“April”