Blushing Bride Chapter 5

Just I had screwed up my courage to go in and tell my wife about my desires, about my fetish, my need to dress as a girl for sex, I saw the door of my hotel room open. Natalie came out. She looked at me and smiled with a warmth and kindness that was reassuring, I could see why she and Mark were together.

"She's a little bit upset, but she would really like to talk to you," Natalie said as she passed me in the corridor, "I think there's a few things you need to share with each other. If you're totally honest with each other then only good things will come of it."

That was the last piece of encouragement I needed. I went into the room determined to tell Gina everything, not only my lingerie fetish, but quite what had happened to me, and to her wedding dress, on the night of my stag party. She was sat on the bed with her head hung. She looked flustered. Her make up was smudged. I thought that maybe she had been crying. I sat down on the bed beside her and opened my mouth.

"I think we need to talk," we both blurted out, almost simultaneously, making her giggle a little to break the ice. She had a beautiful, perfect smile and full, thick lips.

"You first," she said.

"OK," I began, "Um...I don't really know quite how to say this," I paused to think, I didn't really know how to say this to her, "Last night, things didn't go too well. I told you it was because of me. You were beautiful but there was something wrong with me."

"No," she said, "No. It was me. There was something stopping me from getting into it."

"No, really, it's my problem," I insisted, "It's just that I didn't feel sexy, not like that. Not dressed the way I was."

"I don't understand," she said.

I glanced over at where she had discarded her clothes from the night before. I walked over, partly to think, partly to distract myself, and picked up the white lace corset and panties that she had worn.