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By *s.Kerry OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Blackpool |
My first foray into crossdressing 'fully' came about when my wife and I were invited to a ‘Vicars & Tarts' party by friends. We had always been pretty open minded about sex, albeit not swinging or anything, so we decided to go for it full on, shaving myself all over and buying a wig etc and even having a few test runs of me fully en femme when the kids were at school. My wife actually said she found it a turn on to see me dressed like that and a couple of those test runs ended up with us on the bed.
Anyway the big night arrived, and with the kids off to their grandparents for the night I got changed and we tentatively went out to the car feeling very anxious about being seen in public by neighbours etc but at the same time quite excited about the whole experience. We had a great time at the party, in fact my appearance even drew a few compliments from other guests, one other party goer even being brazen enough to run his hand up and under my all too short skirt! After a lovely evening though we went home although my wife insisted I kept my stocking's on when we went to bed ~Smiles~
I continued to dress at times at home, sometimes on my own, and sometimes with my wife present, and we even managed a few very tame pictures which we sent off to a firm that advertised in processing XXX pictures, there was not a viable alternative apart for a Polaroid camera at the time, although ours were not XXX by any means.. I even kept a special favourite of mine with me most of the time, I can’t explain why, and it was this that led to my first experience with another guy for quite some time although this was unknown to my wife..
Part of my uniform at work was a jacket, I was then and still am a PSV driver, and whilst sitting in the canteen one day chatting to one of the guys I reached in my inside pocket to get my diary and accidently pulled my picture out as well albeit I rapidly stuffed it back in hoping the guy I was talking to had not seen it.. He had though as he asked if that was a picture of my wife!! Somewhat red faced I admitted it was actually me thinking it wouldn’t be a problem as the guy that asked was well known as being gay, which incidentally I didn’t have a problem with although some did, but when he asked to see it properly I hesitated for a moment before taking it from my pocket and handing it to him.. I was dressed in a short white nightie and panties but was taken aback a bit when he actually complimented me on how good I looked, explaining afterwards that many gays found a t.v. attractive.. Nothing much else was said at the time as we both had to leave but several days later he asked me if I had any more pictures he could look at..
I slipped a few more in my jacket, in an envelope his time, the next time I went to work as our paths frequently crossed at changeovers etc and the next day we did indeed meet.. Out of sight of the passengers on of course I gave him the envelope and he took my pictures out and smiled, once again before complimenting me on how I looked in the various pictures.. I explained the inherent difficulties of having a young family, which he knew I had of course, and spending time dressed as in the pictures to which he replied if I ever wanted time to dress I was welcome at his house.. Somewhat taken aback I murmured something along the lines of “Are you serious” to which he simply replied “Very” before once again our duties took over and we went our separate ways..
A week or so passed with nothing more really being said as other guys were always around when our paths crossed until when we were on our own one day he mentioned his offer for me to dress at his house explaining he had already looked and we were both off on the same day the following week.. As my wife worked, and the kids would be at school I thought what the hell it would pass a few hours, the thought he was gay not even entering my mind.. The following week I turned up at his house with a small bag containing just a few basic things and he showed me to the bedroom telling me I could change in there whilst he made us both a coffee.. Somewhat sheepishly and rather embarrassed after changing I went downstairs to join him in the lounge.. “Wow” was all he said as I sat down opposite him.. Unbeknown to me however he had a fetish for lycra etc and as we chatted and drank our coffees he asked whether I might ‘model’ a leotard style item for him sometime to which I replied I would next time I went there, if it was ok for me to do so of course.. Nothing sexual happened at all on that occasion however on the next, when ‘modelling’ the leotard things did indeed progress..
When I arrived at his house the next time he again said I could use the bedroom but would I mind putting on what he had left on the bed.. Intrigued I went upstairs and there on the bed was a lycra leotard and leggings.. I did my make-up, which was very basic at the time, put my wig on then donned the leggings etc, aware of the bulge that showed through them despite the outfit being quite restrictive, before joining him downstairs.. There was no need to ask if he was horny as the bulge in his trousers gave that away as he stood up to join me and began rubbing his hands all over me, rubbing my cock through the lycra as he did so.. He started asking me if I had ever sucked another guys cock before to which I replied yes of course (As you will have read if you saw my original post of “How it all began”) and without further comment he sat down again and took his cock from his trousers beckoning me to join him on the settee.. Kneeling so he could continue to grope me and stroke the lycra encasing me I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him until with a groan he came in my mouth.. Cleaning ever bit of his cock, which I must say was significantly bigger than mine, I sat back.. Thank you was all he said as leaving him I went upstairs to dress in my male clothes before joining him for a coffee prior to leaving..
We got together virtually every week after those initial visits, one week I would dress en femme, at which times at first nothing sexual happened, and the next I would dress in Lycra for him when I always ended up sucking him.. Despite the fact he was nearly ten years younger than me I always seemed to take the more submissive role, a fact that has remained with me till this day, albeit our ‘relationship’ never progressed beyond me sucking him for a couple of months until he announced he had bought a special outfit which he wanted me to model for him..
To be continued..
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