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My wife, Ally, and I have been married for eight years. What once could be considered a torrid love affair had subsequently lost its sexual passion. We don’t have any children, both being career focused, but our sex life had become quite stagnant from the steady grind of life and over-familiarity we had with one another’s sexual tastes. That is, until one crazy night changed everything. About one year ago, we were fighting constantly. We didn’t know why, but we were both at our wits end with each other, so we decided to seek couples counseling. During one of the particularly heated sessions, it came out that one of the big sources of our discontent was the boredom we felt with one another in the bedroom. The counselor decided that we go home and each write a letter with a confession of a sexual fantasy, read the other’s, and then find some way to compromise and combine them into one. The goal was to have a new ‘shared experience’ to reignite our passions. We were quiet on the drive home. I think we both were searching for the fantasy we wanted share and probably both worried about how the other would react. When we arrived home, we opened a bottle of wine, which quickly turned to two, to calm some of the inhibitions we were feeling. Then, we decided to each go to a different room in the house to pen our desires. My heart was racing as I put my pen to the paper. I knew what I wanted to confess. When I was younger, in my teens, I had experimented with dressing in my sister’s clothes. I would wait until I was home alone, make my way into her room, try on her panties, bras, dresses, and walk around the house feeling feminine and free. When I had dressed like this, I felt sexy and vibrant. I wanted to feel like that again. So, I wrote down this confession in my letter. I wrote that I wanted to dress up for her so we could Escort ankara make love as two women. My hands shaking, I folded up the letter and made my way back to the kitchen where we would meet. She was already there and waiting with letter in hand, looking every bit as nervous as I did. We smiled at each other and passed the notes. Excited to see what she had written, I opened her letter. It read as follows: “When I was in college, I had a girlfriend for three months. I’m still attracted to women now and consider myself bi-sexual. I’ve never told you about this because I didn’t want you to be jealous of me when I spend time with girlfriends, even though I’m not really attracted to any of my friends. My fantasy is for you and me to go to a bar and pick up a gorgeous, sexy woman to bring home for a threesome! 😉 xoxo” My heart began pounding as I read this. The thought of watching my wife with another woman was sending blood rushing through my body and giving me a rock-hard erection. I didn’t even mind not being let in on her “little secret”. Obviously, I had never let her in my mind. A sharp anxiety over-took me as I looked up to see her reaction to my letter. She had the biggest smile on her face. “Babe! I had no idea you like to crossdress,” she said. “Oh well, I had no idea you liked women,” I managed to sputter out. She rushed over to me and buried her tongue in mouth. We made out all the way to our bedroom and proceeded to have the best sex we had had in months! Her five-foot-six slender body rode on top of me while her shoulder-length chestnut hair bounced gracefully. Her C-cup breasts and pink nipples heaved with every lift and crash of her body onto mine while her tight pussy cupped my cock. Despite my drunken state, I was so aroused that I came into her quickly and we passed Balgat escort out for the evening. When I awoke the next morning, she was in the kitchen making breakfast. I groggily made me way in and sat down at a stool near the island. She turned around from the stove and began pushing scrambled eggs onto my plate. “So, I’ve been thinking about the compromise,” she said. I had almost forgot about our letter exchange, given the alcohol fueled romp we had the night prior. “And?” “It’s pretty easy, I think. First, we’ll get you all dolled up, then we can head to Whispers together as girlfriends. We’ll pick up the hottest girl we can and bring her home for a lesbian threeway!” Whispers was the local gay bar. I was shocked. I had never given thought to leaving our house en-femme. It was equal parts thrilling and terrifying. She noticed the look of terror on my face and started to make her case. “They have a ‘come-as-you-are’ night where you will fit right in. I can have Andre and some friends come over so we can go as a big group. You will have a blast being able to let loose and free and rock that feminine side of yours!” Andre was our friend, a local gay DJ legend. He spun at all the local bars and had quite a following. Now she was implying that not only was I to go out in public, but that some of our friends would also be in on my secret. I was nervous that I would just look like an awkward guy in a dress. I am six-feet-one-inch tall, a hundred and ninety pounds. Not fat, but a little chubby. I have medium length, shaggy brown hair. However, I do have naturally wide hips that could help. I’ve also always secretly practiced a feminine walk and voice just in case this moment ever arose. “I’m nervous, babe. I don’t want to look some freak show.” “What? Never. You would be surprised Batıkent escort bayan if you knew how the right clothes and makeup can totally change how you look and feel,” she reassured. “It’ll be fine. Andre and his crew will love the fact that you dress! Plus, we really need this, babe. I was so happy last night when I read your letter. I want to change things up for us. And, I really want to see what you look like as my sexy wife.” Her last sentence sold me. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll do it. But promise me that no matter what happens after this night, that it will still be you and me afterword.” “Promise,” she said with a big gigantic grin. It being Sunday, we decided to go out the coming Friday. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the shopping mall picking out my outfit. I can honestly say that this was the most fun I had ever had with her. We bounced from store to store like to girlfriends on a shopping trip. First, we went to the local H & M and looked for a skirt. My inner girl was beaming as I perused through all the ensembles trying to pick out the perfect one for me. I decided on a paisley-patterned bubble skirt with an elastic waist that came to about two inches above the knee. We then made our way to Dolce & Gabbana where, with the help and counsel of my wife, I picked out a tight, low-cut black tank top. Finally, we picked up a pair of unbelievably adorable black, four inch stiletto heels with point-toes and ankle straps. I still needed some jewelry and a wig, but she told me she wanted to surprise me with that and that she had plenty of jewelry to use. There was only one thing left, the lingerie. We proceeded to Victoria’s Secret where upon entering the store she whispered in my ear. “Now, what do I want to see that sexy ass of yours in?” I flushed with embarrassment as she walked to the rack of panties. She settled on a pair of black lace hipster briefs and a lacy push-up bra. “Now, this is going to be so sexy on you,” she whispered in my ear as she pinched my ass. The rest of the week was a blur. Finally, Friday arrived and I rushed home from work knowing our adventure was about to begin.
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