" I must have sounded insincere because when I washeading out the front door she grabbed me and reached her hands insidethe back of my pants and said,..."Nathan, you were not telling the truth,you just cannot go to classes without your lingerie underneath, it wouldbe harmful to your emotional health as a crossdresser. You must integrateyour private crossdressing with your public self or else your sense ofwellness will suffer. Now go back upstairs and put on some lingerie." Damnit!" I thought I. If Alex catches me, he'll punish me. As it is, I rarely have access to my wife but he could make it even worse. I can't take the chance.The bell rings.I swing my legs around and slide off the stool, getting my balance more quickly this time and walking down the hallway. I can feel the strain in my calves and thighs, understand why women hate these shoes and why men love them. I feel my ass tight and high in the air and I want to puke.When I turn in through the door, I just stare. My wife is. It is so swollen, so inviting. I lean forward then, letting my lips barely touch the head. I lick my lips again tasting your precum. You moan again, begging for more.I snake my tongue out across the tip of your cock, flicking gently, then I take you into my mouth, enveloping you in my hot wet mouth. I moan as my mouth slides down you. I can feel you throbbing in my mouth. Yes.As I suck your delicious cock, my free hand cups your testicles, I trace my fingers over them teasingly. I take your. "I promise," I say."I like to dress as a girl," he says somewhat shyly."Are you gay?" I ask."No I like girls," he responds defensively, "I don't want to be a girleither." Why do you do it?" I ask."I just like the way girl's clothes feel," he admits."OK, go upstairs and dress as a girl," I say, "When you're finished waithere and I will get you when dinner is ready."He runs upstairs excitedly and slams the door behind him. I guess thisweekend won't be so boring after all. I go back to my house.