Wife's Underwear

First let me set the stage, I am a lifelong cross dresser, since I was 13 and trying on Mom’s things when she was out. I am NOT gay, nor bi-curious, I am heterosexual and this is my story.

My wife travels a great deal in her job, I am lucky and stay home, we have no kids even though we have been married 10 years. I went through 8 years of secretive panty wearing and dressing up and all that changed when she came home a day early. I am 5’ 6” and when fully painted and dressed can pass as female in a lot of the bars around here. I know because I would sneak out dressed late at night to see if I could.

My wife had gone away for what was supposed to be a 10-day visit to a subsidiary. So as usual as soon as she left I dug out my secret trunk and dressed up every day after work. I would put on my padded bra (36c) tight cock hiding panties, hose and garter, and black mini skirt with a sheer top. God just looking at myself I always got horny and always waited for hours before bed to relieve it. In bed I would take my wife’s nighties and wear them always carefully washing them before her return.

It was Saturday night and Julia (my wife) was not due home until Tuesday so I was reveling in my female attire watching TV. I was dressed in a sexy tight black sweater, my bra, mid thigh skirt with a slit to my hip, thigh high hose, 3 inch heels (black of course) and had my wig in full splendor. I had painted my toes and fingers a deep red and matching lipstick with a dark eye shadow and foundation. I looked and felt every inch a woman, though I laughed a lesbian one.

Suddenly the door opened and there stood Julia, I froze unable to think or respond. I just stared at her, she was in her business suit, but minus the blouse, which revealed her ample cleavage and her skirt was just above her knees. She looked like a drop dead gorgeous lady and at 34 and 5’ 4”she was. Long red hair flowing past her shoulders, slim legs, thin waist, great ass.