...........but maybe we will, if we want to," she added with ahurried kiss to my cheek. My heart soared at the prospect she wasdangling in front of me...As I was about to comment I realised Claire wascoming to grips with other thoughts so I remained silent.With a slight frown she seemed to be deep in thought for several momentsbefore looking me in the eyes. "From what you have told me and from whatlittle I know about cross-dressing from my psychology studies, you couldnot have prevented this and,. ” She knew this would get me going.On arriving home, I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits, then we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now, so as not to get the reader too aroused, as this isn’t my main story, just an insight as to what got me here.My story starts when my wife went away one weekend, on a girls' hen night. Just before she left, she whispered in my ear, whilst stroking my cock through my jeans, that if I dressed up tonight, at. The hot sensation of his jizz filling me up made me cum again, and finally we both fell together into the chair, sweaty but contented.We kissed and embraced for quite awhile, like lovers do, and we couldn’t think of anything else but each other. I told him I loved him, and he said he loved me too, more than I would ever know. After we calmed down and began breathing normally, I looked up at him and told him there was still something I’d like to do with him. His eyebrows rose, as if he didn’t. Big mistake he immediately started checking me out when he saw all thatleg exposed by the short skirt and the impressive girls exposed by theblouse. "Hey you are in the wrong apartment" I said. Shit second mistakenow he was looking closely at my face.Clocked! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I sat back down trying to think of what to saywhen I hear "wow you are the guy who lives here." If he could see myactual face under the makeup he'd have seen it turning white.He continued "You had me completely fooled for.