Uh oh! Caught in the act!
I haven't been able to dress for a while now, well over a month, since "everything" got shut down. It's driving me crazy, especially because of what happened about two months ago.
I was home alone, getting myself all worked-up. I wasn't dressed-up in lingerie when I started surfin' the 'net because I did not start out "in the mood". Eventually, my cravings took over and I just had to get dressed, get out my favorite toy, and ride that thing like there was no tomorrow!
I was watching a video (porn, of course), and the music was loud & rhythmic. I use studio headphones to keep out any unwanted sounds. I was very much into what I was doing. It felt so good, and I felt like I was finally getting so close to ... you know!
I thought I heard a noise, so I took off the headphones and listened, trying to figure-out what it might have been. There was only silence, so I put the headphones back on and went back to having fun. Then, a few minutes later, I heard another noise, but this time it sounded like a door closing. My heart skipped a beat, as my wife never comes home early from work without letting me know first. I threw off the headphones and heard her close the door to the bathroom at the other end of the house. With my mind going a mile a minute, I threw on my "man clothes" over the lingerie, then went to see (first) if she felt alright (assuming she was sick), and (second) if she saw what I had been doing.
Well, she was feeling sick, and apologized for not letting me know she was coming home early. I wish I could recite the conversation that followed word-for-word, but honestly, it was a blur. She did see what I was wearing. She saw me doing "something", but it wasn't clear exactly what she thought I was doing. I tried explaining myself as best I could without going into too many details that I wasn't ready to say out loud or that she might not have wanted to hear. It was a weird conversation, mostly because I couldn't believe her reaction to finding out I crossdressed. She wasn't mad at me or disgusted by what she saw.
Every couple of days over the next few weeks, a thought would pop into my head: "She knows". It was a nice thought to have, because I don't feel like I'm hiding something from her anymore. I'm not going to throw it in her face and prance around the house in my favorite skirt & heels, but I feel a little bit more free, if that makes any sense.
Nearly two months later, and our relationship hasn't changed. Neither of us has brought it up since. The most important thing I took from that day was that I am lucky enough to be married to someone who accepts me for everything that I am. I am not going to take that for granted.
I was home alone, getting myself all worked-up. I wasn't dressed-up in lingerie when I started surfin' the 'net because I did not start out "in the mood". Eventually, my cravings took over and I just had to get dressed, get out my favorite toy, and ride that thing like there was no tomorrow!
I was watching a video (porn, of course), and the music was loud & rhythmic. I use studio headphones to keep out any unwanted sounds. I was very much into what I was doing. It felt so good, and I felt like I was finally getting so close to ... you know!
I thought I heard a noise, so I took off the headphones and listened, trying to figure-out what it might have been. There was only silence, so I put the headphones back on and went back to having fun. Then, a few minutes later, I heard another noise, but this time it sounded like a door closing. My heart skipped a beat, as my wife never comes home early from work without letting me know first. I threw off the headphones and heard her close the door to the bathroom at the other end of the house. With my mind going a mile a minute, I threw on my "man clothes" over the lingerie, then went to see (first) if she felt alright (assuming she was sick), and (second) if she saw what I had been doing.
Well, she was feeling sick, and apologized for not letting me know she was coming home early. I wish I could recite the conversation that followed word-for-word, but honestly, it was a blur. She did see what I was wearing. She saw me doing "something", but it wasn't clear exactly what she thought I was doing. I tried explaining myself as best I could without going into too many details that I wasn't ready to say out loud or that she might not have wanted to hear. It was a weird conversation, mostly because I couldn't believe her reaction to finding out I crossdressed. She wasn't mad at me or disgusted by what she saw.
Every couple of days over the next few weeks, a thought would pop into my head: "She knows". It was a nice thought to have, because I don't feel like I'm hiding something from her anymore. I'm not going to throw it in her face and prance around the house in my favorite skirt & heels, but I feel a little bit more free, if that makes any sense.
Nearly two months later, and our relationship hasn't changed. Neither of us has brought it up since. The most important thing I took from that day was that I am lucky enough to be married to someone who accepts me for everything that I am. I am not going to take that for granted.
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