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F or the next few weeks I encouraged my crossdressing husband to think of our new arrangement as normal. All true enough.
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Or, they thought him a man perhaps so exuberantly confident of hismasculinity that he wanted to try anything life offers, even livinglike a woman. He was no longer my mildly whimsical, lightly ironic, even-temperedhubby. It wasinevitable.
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I later learnedthat he'd once gone mall-shopping dressed in those same scantyshorts and halter -- one of our local wives sent a letter to theeditor of the neighborhood newspaper deploring a hussy she'd seenparading herself in and out of stores dressed that way. That was certainly true ofCraig until I took to mocking Wet bed story impotence when we were bothexhausted with fucking and he realized he'd better concentrate hisenergies if he ever hoped to get the better of me.
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When I looked into it, as I did regularly, it became obvious thathe was now actively seeking out womanly experiences and enjoyingthem, diligently doing his research for his book. Then we'd have breakfast Wonder woman captured stories I'd be off for the office, leaving my sissy crossdresserto do his own things.
That was especiallysatisfying -- he was was learning that men respect their ownlechery more than a woman's privacy -- they were always testing theavailability of anything in skirts. Though it wasnever true of my cuckold, my one-woman man who was now my one womanwoman. They liked it that he could share their specialconcerns and appreciate even their trivial frustrations, and manyregretted that their own cuckold husbands lacked his sensitivity as well as hiscourage.
The term cuckold is derived from a bird's mis-directed parental investment of effort to the eggs that cuckoo birds have laid in their nests. My cuckold told him primly thathe never dated men, that he lived with another woman and dressedthis way only to please her, and Breastfeeding your husband stories she was his partner for life.
But most mornings he'd awaken zestful, choose an outfit for the day-- casual, sporty, or dressy -- and do things I'd read aboutafterward. They never questioned him-- rather, they assumed he was his own somewhat provocative summerresearch assistant, and granted him all of his usual borrowingprivileges. He ran errands in the neighborhood secure in the knowledge that noone would recognize him. He always wore a light spraywhen dressed casually and a heavier scent in Girlfriend swap stories evening, but evenwhen not, his oil treatments infused his skin with a faint aroma.
He did everything as usual, but as a woman.