Crossroads
Keywords: Crossroads,
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I can't believe I'm really going through with this, but yet, here you are - my husband whom I thought I had known inside and out... laying on the bed there in front of me, wearing... white skimpy satin panties with delicate lace embroidery and a matching bra... and bent over you, just closing the clasp behind your back and adjusting the soft and slightly shining material is Tina. For a second I let my thoughts wander while absorbing the unfamiliar picture of your smooth and completely hairless body... about how it had come to this...
I have to admit that the signs were there. Perhaps I had not been as observant as I give myself credit for and the old saying of 'none are so blind as those who do not want to see' also comes to mind. On several occasions I had found my panties in the laundry basket although I couldn't remember wearing them since last washing. Or there were the times when I was convinced they should be in the laundry and they weren't. Just like last week, when I distinctly remembered the new and delightfully sexy ivory lace panties that you had brought home as a surprise for me on our "The day we met"-anniversary. I clearly remembered them atop the laundry basket because I had been thinking about hand washing them since there was only darker cloths in the basket and I didn't want to wait till some more light colored laundry had gathered. But when I wanted to do it - they were nowhere to be found.
That pretty much was the last "hint" I needed. I was unable to suppress the beating of my heart when I tried to fathom what the hell was going on; unable to shut off the thoughts that crept into my mind when pondering upon the mystery. There was only you and I in the household - and that left only you to being involved in some way or other. I felt uneasy thinking about what you might be doing - but loving and trusting you the way I do, I never had any real fear about whatever could be awaiting my discovery. I admit setting up a "trap" for you - I was too preoccupied, or maybe just plain curious not to try and find out about those secrets you harbored. And then, one evening last week, when you expected me to be out for my aerobic class, I came back early, silently entering our apartment.
The bedroom door stood ajar and I saw you standing in front of the full-length mirror in the dimmed light, wearing my bra and panties, and stroking your raging hard-on through them. I was not sure how to react - what to feel, what to think …. Sure, I had wanted to know but now... what had I expected to find?
I looked at your reflection in the piece of the mirror that I could see from my vantage point, and after a first moment of utter confusion I started to feel excitement where I thought I should have felt aversion. Your movements were sensual, almost feminine, as I watched you watch yourself. Another few minutes of delighting in the view of you posing, parading and masturbating and I couldn't keep quiet any longer. The last thing I wanted was you to discover me spying on you, so I opened the door and entered the room. Your face was priceless, but before you could start to stammer an explanation, I started to kiss your flushed lips, gently pushing you back onto our bed and what followed was an hour of incredible, passionate love making. Only after we laid curled up and satisfied in each others arms did we talk - talk about the what and why. In the mutual afterglow of love and trust, in the intimacy of our dark bedroom you confessed; shared with me, that you were curious about how it feels to be a woman. Not that you wanted to be one, just that you wanted to explore your feminine side. And I hoped I understood what you were trying to tell me that night.
I hear Tina say something that sounds like approval and my mind and eyes return to the present scene on the bed again.
There you are - the bra around your chest looks almost alien to me. All hair has been removed from your body. It looks lovely, smooth and feminine - but there is no sign of the luscious curves Tina and I are gifted with (or have gifted ourselves with in Tina's case). I stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at you, while Tina kneels on the bed at your side. With a naughty wicked little smile I let my hand run up the inside of your oh so smooth legs and thighs, watching with delight the twitching of your cock inside the little material I chose for you to wear tonight. Your white lingerie perfectly mirrors mine so far – and you can already guess what is still missing. You see me smile down at you and then I turn away and open one of my private drawers pulling out a pair of skin colored sheer satin stockings. I let them dangle from my fingertips and hold them up for you to look at.
"Tina - now what do you think? Our little slut here isn't dressed properly yet. But, I have a feeling there is more missing to make her feel like the little girl she is about to become than just a pair of stockings and a garter belt."
First, the tips of the silky stockings tickle up and down your shaved smooth legs and then further up over your belly, chest, and to your face. Finally, they come back to your chest again, where I let go of them so each stocking curls up in a feathery light pile over each of the limply laying cups of the bra you are wearing. "Tina darling, I think it is about time we make those titties into something worth calling them that", and with catlike grace I climb up onto the bed between your spread legs - again watching your cock twitch inside the skimpy panties, more on display as if you were nude - as I crawl up and up till finally kneeling there right at your crotch, I force you to spread your legs even further to accommodate me.
I slowly rub the silky stocking over your chest and tummy. "Now darling - do you like the feeling of the smooth silk against your even softer and smoother skin? Can you feel your nipples respond? Can you feel your breasts grow, aching to be sucked and fondled... like those?" and with these words I reach over and lift one of Tina's firm tits out of the cup of her bra and pinch her dark nipple, calling it to perky erect attention immediately. While you watch me playing with Tina's breast right there before your eyes, you notice my other hand letting go of the stocking and sliding under your bra, starting to rub and play with your nipple as if it was Tina's. "Now darling... can you feel the tingle this starts running through a woman's body? And do you feel how it seems to be connected right down to your pussy? How it makes your pussy go all moist and hot? How we then start to wiggle in our chairs and rub ourselves against the shear panties we are wearing? Now darling, do you feel the moisture build? Do you feel like it is a pussy you have under your little panties? You know, I would tell you to see for yourself what effect my playing with Tina is having on her pussy - but... Tina isn't a little slut like you, darling... she is a guy down there with a big cock... "
I pause for a moment... listening back to the echo of my own words... did I just call my husband a slut? Did I just say that? Oh my god - now that was sure something I didn't intend to do...
I had asked Tina to join us in this because of her being transsexual. I had hoped you might feel more comfortable and less perverted when exploring this fantasy of yours with someone around who had taken things even a step further.
Tina and I had been working together for a while already. When work had been slow and there were no customers in the shop we had had time to get to know and like each other as friends - very good and close friends. Of course, at some stage we had started to talk about sex of, her being what she was and is now... I sure had been curious about what it would be like to get together with her intimately, but never would have dared to put any reality value to the thought. Nevertheless, the morning after my "discovery" I must have been beaming, because when we had our first cup of coffee Tina poked me playfully in the ribs and told me I had the thoroughly satisfied look of a little kitty cat having had a bowl of sweet cream for breakfast. Or, she said, of a woman glowing with the memory of a night of passionate love-making. She was hoping I would share the juicy details because it had been a while since she had enjoyed the eroticism that seemed to be radiating from me that morning. I was a little hesitant to reveal the details that had lead to last night's activities, but it must have been obvious to her that there was more to the incident than what I had revealed at first. She soon coaxed the whole story out of me. It amazed me to see her become so serious - where I was a little afraid of mockery or some unsolicited remarks about my "emasculate" husband, Tina surprised me with understanding and some very intimate details of the time she called "her discovery". When I finally confessed that I had decided to support this exploration of my husband's feminine side but didn't really know how to approach the issue, Tina not only offered good advise but her personal participation in the first steps should I so desire. Still slightly confused and insecure about the adventure I was about to embark on, I thanked her for her offer and told her I would think about it.
Later that day, as we were cleaning up and getting ready for closing, I invited her for this evening. No strings attached, no promises, and no obligations; just to see how things went. Tina had agreed to let me be in charge of the scene completely - and to submit to my commands, as I knew you so much better and hopefully would be able to make it perfect for you. I had set it all up for you to be home this evening and had given you little warning to back out - and after an excellent dinner Tina had shown up.
Although you seemed a little reluctant when I first introduced Tina earlier tonight, it didn't take long for you to overcome your initial shock. We both presented ourselves to you in sexy and decidedly daring lingerie and I had the feeling that soon enough you were enjoying what was happening to you.
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Keywords: Crossroads,