The Crossdressing Couple

The Dinner

"Ben?" Rachel asked. "Is that you?"

He nodded sheepishly, but was just as surprised at she was.

They stood in silence for a while as they sized each other up. Ben felt his suit looked good on her, even though her gorgeous frame was hidden. Rachel looked at her husband like he was a piece of meat, he was stunning and, she admitted jealously, had nicer legs than she did.

"You look pretty," she said to break the tension.

Ben blushed enough that it showed through his makeup. He brushed some hair behind his ear Rachel found herself getting excited.

"You're quite handsome yourself," he replied.

They both laughed and then hugged each other.

"Tell me everything," Rachel said, taking his hand and sitting on the bed. "Once you're done, I'll talk."

Ben told the whole story, when he started, how it made him feel, his worries about her leaving him, all of it. Once he finished Rachel explained her feelings about her crossdressing.

"There's only one thing I have a question about," she said as she finished.

"Ok," Ben said hesitantly.

"Do you still like me? Or are you also secretly gay?"

"No, no," Ben said hurriedly. "I just like the clothes!"

"Oh, good. I am kind of fond of you." She smiled.

"What about you?" Ben asked. "Are you? You know?"

"Gay?" She laughed. "Not a chance! I like men, I just want to be one sometimes."

Ben brightened. "So you won't leave me?"

"How could I leave such a wonderful little housewife?" She asked pulling him into a kiss. "Tell me what you're wearing under that dress."

They spent the next hour or so doing what married couples do. When they finished, Rachel had Ben put his dress back on and sent him to fix his makeup. "You need to be pretty for your husband." She teased.

"Yes, sir." Ben answered before scurrying to the bathroom.

Rachel fixed her binding and buttoned up her shirt, but stayed in the shirt and boxers.

Ben came back and sat down. Rachel rubbed his shaved legs.

"I liked that 'sir' bit," she said. "From now on, when it's just the two of us, I want you to call me that. No more 'babe' or 'honey' just 'sir.'"

"Yes, sir." Ben said obediently.

"Attagirl."

Rachel pulled him off the bed and placed him on the couch. She then ordered a pizza.

The two of them spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company, feeling as if they were getting to know each other for the first time all over again.

"What do we do now?" Ben asked.

"What do you mean, beautiful?"

"Well now that our secrets are out what do we do?"

"I say you get all dolled up like that for me all the time, it would be nice coming home from work to a hot meal and a hot wife." She winked at him.

Ben blushed again, his shy side really came out when he was dressed apparently. "I think I can do that. But probably not a dress everyday."

"That's fine," Rachel waved him off. "I only expect you to be wearing the appropriate underwear and makeup. We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff, Brynn."

"Brynn?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yep, I'm calling you that now." She said with finality. "You can call me Richard. It's a nice manly name."

"Yes, sir." Ben smiled. "Will Richard be paying for my new clothes?"

"Can't be a trophy wife otherwise, Brynn." Rachel confirmed. "You seem to have girlier tastes than I do so I expect lots of slutty things."

"I can do that, sir." Ben promised. "But no thongs. I never liked the idea and didn't like the one I tried."

"Can't blame you," Rachel said. "I never liked them either."

This night went better than either of them could have hoped for. Both getting caught, both being ok with the other, both wanting to keep doing this.

Ben took his dress off and slept in the bra and panties, Rachel took of her bindings and slept in just the boxers. Rachel pulled her new wife closer to her and they both slept peacefully, dreaming of the future.