Robbed And

I was in the ensuite off the bathroom applying the last of my make-up to complete my transformation from Martin to ‘Michele’ when I heard the disturbance. My wife Kerry was waiting for me in the bedroom nursing a gin and tonic. We had just returned from a boring party and I had convinced Kerry that tonight should be our ‘monthly special’. Kerry and I are in our mid 40’s and she has known about, and tolerated, my crossdressing from early on in our marriage. She puts up with it because she loves me, and knows that I am faithful to her and in no way homosexual. Kerry permits me to dress and have sex with her while she is dressed in nice elegant clothing about once a month. She realises it is my fetish and thinks if she doesn’t allow me my monthly ‘treat’, I might go elsewhere to get my special pleasures. Kerry actively participates in my crossdressing pleasures, likes the sex and has got used to me being dressed and made up. She assists me in buying clothes, lingerie and make-up.

Tonight she has dressed rather sophisticated for the cocktail party. She wears a nice beige suit with a skirt that comes to just above the knee, sheer taupe pantyhose, a lilac teddy, and matching nylon panties. The ensemble is completed with a smart shoulder bag and steel grey court shoes. She looks very attractive for her age and I have been looking at her all night with the intention of ‘having’ her, dressed just as she is. Lucky for me Kerry has had a few gin and tonics at the party and even though we left early she is quite tipsy and receptive to my request for a ‘dress-up and play’ session.

I decided to counter my wife’s sophisticated look with a gaudy, slutty, look that includes ‘hooker’ style make-up. I dress in a black corset, under which I have donned my girdle to flatten my 45-year old man’s belly. I wear 15 denier tan pantyhose as a foundation garment, as although I run an electric trimmer over my legs regularly, they are not fully shaven except for the tops of my thighs, ass, and around my cock and balls.