My husband liked to go out on Tuesday nights and bowl with a group of his friends from work, and often, on Fridays or Saturdays, they would get together and play cards. Once in a while, he would be away from home for hours, and I would go out with a few of my friends. One Friday night, a group of my friends went out nightclubbing.
The place we were in was pretty quiet, and we sat at our table, simply chatting and having a drink. The door opened, and a lovely woman passed by, overdressed, and really made up to be a doll. I nearly fell out of my chair as she passed. I recognized the walk, I thought, more than anything else, other than the fact that I had a dress just like it. And, then I realized...it was my dress! There was a seam in the back of it that I had redone, and I recognized that seam. I looked more closely, and as she passed farther away, I stood up.
"Excuse me," I said to my friends, "I think that's a friend of mine I haven't seen for a long time." Before any of them could say anything, I ambled away, following the young woman.
She went up to the bar, and I sidled in beside her.
"Hi, Frank, nice dress," I said.
My husband turned toward me. "It's not what you think," he said, a look of sheer terror on his made up face.
"Ahem, and what do you think I think?" I asked with a smile. "Anyway, never mind, come meet the girls."
I introduced Frank and Francine, and I was sure that not one of the girls caught on. Frank was beautiful, though, he did need a little work with the make up. There was something about the situation that turned me on, and I let my hand fall between us, and I moved it slowly toward his lap. Yes, indeed, my fingers were greeted by a big, throbbing hard cock. He was as turned on as I was. I had absolutely no idea why in the world Frank wanted to dress as a woman, but the thought really tripped me out. I had never imagined such a thing. I had heard about it, of course, about straight men cross-dressing, but I had never thought that Frank was a cross-dresser. I wondered, just for a moment, if he was bisexual. Nah, I thought, not my Frank.
"I have to use the restroom," Francine said, and stood. I stood, too.
"I need to freshen up a bit, myself," I said, following my husband --- to the women's room. I was almost dying with the urge to laugh aloud, with the urge belly-laugh right there in front of everyone. I was also turned on as hell.
There was no one in the rest room. "It's not what you think," he began.
"I'm not thinking anything, other than I'm turned on as hell!"
I grabbed him and pushed him into a stall. I fell to my knees and lifted his skirt. There, pressed against his body by his sheer nylon pantyhose, was his hard cock. I lifted my head and licked him through the pantyhose, rewarded by a manly moan of pleasure from my husband. I reached up and pulled the pantyhose down, and his cock flopped out and brushed against his skirt. I took it in my mouth, at the same time reaching under my own skirt, fingering my wet pussy through my pantyhose. I had never thought that I would experience such a strange thing in my life. Frank suddenly jerked and moaned really loud, and my mouth was filled with is hot cum. I came, too, hardly having had to touch myself at all.
We straightened up and cleaned up, then, joined the others at the table. The evening passed without anyone realizing that Francine was my husband.
Frank and I got home about the same time.
"I'm not gay," was the first thing out of his mouth.
"I don't care, hun," I said. "Though, it is nice to know you like women, even if you do like dressing like one now and then."
"I don't know why, hun, but, uh, well, it turns me on somehow."
"Me, too," I said, reaching for his cock through his skirt. Yes, indeed, he DID like dressing as a woman, and it did, indeed, turn him on.
"All I do is dress, and go and have a man buy me a drink, never knowing it's a guy."
"And you do dress well, though, I think I can give you some pointers."
He started to say something else, but I stopped him, virtually ripping off his clothes right there, leaving his hard cock in his pantyhose. I like that. That was the thing that turned me on the most. I ran into the kitchen and came back with a pair of scissors, and carefully cut a hole in the pantyhose, letting his balls hang out. I loved it! I could have cum right then, with one touch, just looking at his hairy balls hanging out of a pair of sheer pantyhose.
I licked them, fondled them, and then, unable to maintain, I pulled his pantyhose down and let his cock fly up in the air, slapping him in the belly. I lay right there on the floor, and he jumped on me, pulling down my pantyhose and fucking me silly right then and there.
We went out together a lot after that...me and my cross-dressing husband. Guys picked us up, or tried to, and sometimes, it was quite funny, watching one guy or another trying to cop a feel of my dressed-up husband.
Always, though, we come home and have wild, wild sex. It was never like that before. I don't know why it turns me on so much, but hell, it's great sex.
--- Monica M., St. Louis, MO
