Saturday couldn’t come quick enough! When Saturday finally came (after what seemed to be forever), around 10 pm I said to my wife that I was going get ready and asked if she was still OK with me dressing up. It hadn’t been mentioned since her initial agreement. She said yes, it was fine, and she’d be up in a bit.
I’d already taken my hold-all of female clothes upstairs earlier in the day. I took a quick shower and put on my matching bra and panties set, the tan holdup stockings, the beige high heels, wig, and the satin slip.
Needless to say, I was getting excited as I sat on the bed waiting for her to join me. I heard her switching off lights downstairs and then coming upstairs to use the family bathroom. The anticipation continued to build as I heard water running as she freshened up. She knocked on the bedroom door and asked if I was ready and should she come in.
I can tell you I was VERY excited. My wife had never seen me dressed before, and I had no idea how she would react. I stood at the foot of the bed and told her to come in. I suppose it was always going to be shock for her to see her husband dressed in stockings and heels and satin petticoat, even if she was expecting it… She opened the door and did a double take, even giggling a bit, though I believe that it was out of nervousness!
She entered, wrapped only in a towel, and had a good look at me from all sides, lifted the petticoat, presumably to see if I was wearing tights or stockings, and actually commented that I looked really good!! She was especially complimentary about my legs, which I suppose were flattered by the stockings.
We started caressing and kissing and she laughed again, saying it felt so weird to feel a bra on me but by then she was getting pretty turned on herself. Once we’d had a good snog, I slipped off the petticoat and we lay on the bed together, with me in absolute heaven. We had wonderful sex and I felt great… until afterwards… I felt just a little bit silly, lying there in a wig and women’s underwear. My wife headed to the bathroom to clean up so stashed all of my female clothing.
When she came back, there was no sign of Jemma, just her familiar husband again. I asked her how she felt about the whole thing. She was very honest, saying that she could see that it was huge turn on for me, but that she didn’t get much out of it (apart from some good sex). She said what she’s said before, that she doesn’t understand what it is I see in crossdressing, why it’s such a thrill for me.
I asked if we could maybe do it again sometime but she wouldn’t say yes. She just said, I don’t know, maybe one day. It wasn’t no…