My experience as a Sissy Husband
About 3 years ago, I had come out to my wife as a crossdresser. It was not intentional and I was actually caught hiding a lady's blouse underneath my bed and had to confess after she found about it. The concept of crossdressing was completely new to her and through tears and anger and distress she kept asking numerous questions about crossdressing, sexuality, lgbtq etc. and the arguments sometimes leading upto divorce. Long story short - I explained everything patiently and honestly and drew lines between fantasy and reality, what's acceptable and what is not. She has now grown from accepting it to actually participating in it in ways I had never dreamt would happen with me.
First thing she set straight was whenever I had the urge to crossdress, I would do it infront of her and never alone, if I do it will be with her approval only. It was more than what I could bargain for and tickled by submissive bone. The first time I came out dressed in front of her was in a red skirt, white top with black stockings. She closed her eyes and shook her head in disapproval, the image of her man dressed in a skirt would certainly unsettle any woman. "You are better as a man" she said. I was disheartened to hear this and drained off all joy I had while dressing up.
The following months, I banished all urge to dress up as I did not want to disgust my wife again. But, one night, while sorting her closet, she asked suddenly "You have worn my dresses as well, haven't you?". "Yes, some." I nodded. "Which ones?" she asked opening the closet doors wide. I pointed at everything I had dressed myself in with all honesty, which were her dresses, her pallazos, her nighties, her sarees, etc. "No, you can't wear this. Are you out of your mind?" she screamed holding a pair of silk mekhela sador that I had gifted to her mother but she had borrowed for herself. And like a guilty sheep, I explained how the fabric was so smooth and feminine and how I couldn't resist feeling the touch of it. While this went on I was actually feeling good to talk about something I feared would end up with a bad argument. "Can I wear yours then?" I asked timidly. She paused, then said "Wear mine, but it should be back in the closet as it was, fold by fold". I nodded trying to hide my happy heart, it even sent a little excitement down my manhood. It was the first time she acknowledged my dressing up and that night I slept with a smile.
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