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At the time this happened, we were a normal suburban couple with a family. Both raised in religious households with similar upbringing and values. Somewhere along the line I saw a movie where a man was forced to dress in women’s lingerie and was made to watch his wife have sex with two other men. I don’t know why this resonated so much with me but it sparked my curiosity and I began to delve into the sissy cuck world. I ordered some lingerie, heels, wig and began to dress in secret and even to take a few pictures to post for comments. All of this was done in secret of course.
I had an exceptionally long day at work and got home much later than usual. I had texted my wife earlier that things were running late and hadn’t received a response from her-which wasn’t unusual. I arrived home about 8 pm. It was strange as the house was quiet and everyone was already in bed. Normally everyone is up until 9-10. I was famished and expected some left over dinner, but nothing had been prepared. I hastily made a sandwich then went to our bedroom. My wife was in bed and appeared to be asleep. I quietly got ready for bed and slipped into the sheets. Instantly my wife turned over.
She said she found something interesting when she was cleaning in the basement earlier that day. I inquired as to what she had found thinking she had found some long lost treasure buried in some of our old moving boxes. She said it was a red gym bag that was inside a box with the turkey frier. I immediately knew what she had found. She asked if cared to explain the contents. At first I figured denial was the best defense but I quickly realized that wouldn’t work. She was visibly upset and crying. I explained that the contents were mine and things that I had bought. With more sleuthing, she had also found the pictures I had taken of myself. She then asked if I had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Thankfully I had neither, so I was honestly able to deny that. At that point, I decided to just tell the truth about my sissy cuck desires and laid everything out for her. She had no idea what to think about everything I told her. She just listened in stunned silence. After I had finished she simply rolled over with her back to me and went silent. I decided it was best to just not say anything else and also went to sleep or at least tried to.
The next two weeks were sort of like a scene out of the movie Groundhog Day. I would wake up and go to work and we had no communication at all. She wouldn’t respond to my texts or calls. We maybe said 3-4 words to each other during the course of our daily interaction. Even the family could tell something was off. To say things were strained would have been an understatement. I had no idea what she was thinking or planning, and she wouldn’t converse with me at all.
One day she left her phone unattended so I decided to check out a few things. I started checking her texts and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but I immediately saw she had been texting her sister a lot so I delved into that history. Much to my complete and utter horror, she had divulged everything, every detail of what she found as well our discussion to her sister. They had been having a running commentary for the last two weeks. The pit of my stomach hit the floor as I realized my secret wasn’t a secret anymore. Her sister had commented that she wasn’t surprised at all as she always thought I seemed a “little faggy” to her. Divorce was mentioned as well. Now I was in a tailspin. I wanted to confront my wife and was angry she had told her sister, but I had snooped so that wouldn’t go over well either. With no clear path forward, things continued pretty much the same way for the next week or so. We were conversing a little more but still very strained.
I had obtained tickets to a concert and the date was approaching, so I asked my wife if she still wanted to attend the concert, and to my surprise she said she did and hoped we could go out for dinner before the show. We were still very clumsy and awkward with each other at this point. Both of us sort of walking on eggshells. We had a bit of small talk but both of us clearly uncomfortable with each other. About halfway through dinner, she announced that she had been thinking about my sissy cuck admission. My heart sank…this could go either way I thought. I was expecting the worst. I assumed she was going to ask for a separation or divorce. Also I was embarrassed because she wasn’t speaking in hushed tones and the nearby tables could definitely hear our conversation. Nonetheless, I was in no position to ask her to speak more quietly. I needed to hear whatever was coming next.
To my surprise she told me that she had been thinking about our discussion and my desires. She was angry that I had kept the secret from her and she was most upset about being kept in the dark about my kinks. She was hurt that I didn’t discuss any of it with her and she thought our relationship was strong enough to tolerate some discussion of deep seated desires. She told me how she was shocked at first but much less as time had gone by. She said she had been thinking about my sissy cuck desires and about how I wanted her to be with another man. I just sat there dumbfounded as she matter of factly said these things (I know the other nearby tables heard her say these things as she wasn’t speaking quietly). At least she was sharing her thoughts with me which was the first time the subject had been broached in almost 4 weeks.
She went on to tell me that she had spent a considerable amount of time doing some research on her own. She went on to discuss how she found some interesting viewpoints online and had done some soul searching of her own. At this point, I was practically on the edge of my seat-still not knowing which way things were going to go. Then she blew my mind when she said that she would be open to some “exploration”. She said she would like to go shopping with me and maybe we could explore my crossdressing kink together. This was fantastic news to me of course. All I could muster was a “that’s great…what about another lover?” She said that one was a little bit tough for her to swallow but that she had decided that she was willing to explore that together as well.
To say I was completely shocked would be the understatement of the century! My traditional Catholic wife was saying things that I didn’t think were even possible. I didn’t even care if the other tables near us were hearing every word of our conversation. At that point I was just happy she wasn’t asking for divorce. She could see the excitement in my eyes for sure, and she reached over and patted my hand and said that we would need to go slowly and so I shouldn’t get too excited. My head was already spinning with the possibilities. I agreed that there was no hurry in any of this and I was just happy she had decided that we could continue our marriage and relationship. She said that since the day she found my stash of sissy things she thinks of me differently now. That I wasn’t the man she thought she married and that she was ok with that, but that our relationship could continue in a different way from this night forward.
To be cont’d.
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