When we were first married I found that my husband had a penchant for women's clothing. I also discovered that I found his little fetish pretty hot myself. I not only encouraged his dressing but also helped him with it. I took him shopping for lingerie, skirts, shoes, boots, camisoles,wigs etc... With increasing frequency I asked him to come to bed in his silky nightgowns and fantasized about making lesbian love to him.
We started to talk like girls during our lovemaking sessions. Telling each other the kind of guys we'd like to pickup and what we would do to them in, some of the sluttiest scenarios you could imagine.
AS time past we had Franny's (My Husband)dressing to a science. He could do his own make-up and nails and he developed a female voice (using a British accent). I started taking him in public slowly. First a car ride, then a walk in the park, then strutting through the busiest streets downtown. He did receive his fair share of stares and catcalls which, bolstered his image of his female self. On a couple of occasions we stopped into some crowded bars scenes so he could practice his voice and style. After each of our outings we were so hot we'd run home and make love for hours.
About eight years ago we heard about a Halloween party at this huge nightclub we never frequent and about fifty miles away from our home. Figuring that no one we knew would be there we decided to live our fantasy's out in public on a night we could still have deniability if we were discovered.
That night we both dressed up as hookers. He looked Incredible!! Black leather mini-skirt, thigh-high black stockings, high heeeled boots, red blouse,black leather short-waist jacket, short shag platinum blond wig, perfect makeup with ultra wet red lipstick and matching nail polish. The profile we were looking for was paying dividends. For the entire night we were both fending off requests for sexual favors, being groped both on and off the dancefloor until I was soo horny I couldn't take it.
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