Crossdressed By My Wife

Crossdressed By My Wife

I had never felt so excited and aroused in my entire life. I had no idea where my wife had been taking me, but I was certain of one thing, this was going to be a night to remember.

As the car pulled up in front of a sleazy looking bar, I knew exactly what was in store. My wife had been planning this all week, hinting that she had something special in store for me. I had no clue what it could be, but I was certainly intrigued.

My wife leaned over and kissed me softly before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the car. We were surrounded by people who looked like they were ready to party, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. I had never been to a place like this before and I didn’t know what to expect.

My wife pulled me inside and we made our way to the back of the bar. Before I knew it, she was leading me into a back room, where there was a selection of various outfits and accessories. I was in awe as I looked around, trying to take it all in.

My wife smiled at me as she handed me a small bag, telling me to look inside. When I opened it, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Inside the bag was a sexy black and pink lingerie set, complete with a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter belt.

My wife gave me a seductive smile and told me to put it on. I was terrified and excited at the same time, but I didn’t hesitate. As I put on the outfit, I felt my body respond in ways I never imagined. The fabric felt incredible against my skin, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.

When I was finished, my wife took a step back and admired her handiwork. She told me that I looked absolutely beautiful and I felt like I was glowing with confidence. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt incredibly sexy in this outfit.

My wife grabbed my hand and took me out of the bar. We were walking down a dark alley, and I could feel my pulse quicken with each step. I knew she was up to something, and I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

We eventually came to a stop in front of a brothel. My wife turned to me with a mischievous grin on her face and told me that this was where we were going. I was shocked and scared, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling aroused.

We stepped inside and my wife began talking to the woman behind the counter. She told her what we were looking for and the woman smiled and nodded. She told us to take a seat and that she would be right back.

My wife and I waited for what felt like an eternity, and then the woman returned. She was carrying a tall, beautiful brunette in a kinky black leather getup. She looked to be my wife’s age, and she smiled seductively at me as she walked in.

My wife and the woman spoke for a few minutes, then my wife turned to me and told me that she had hired this woman to escort me. I was in shock but also excited at the prospect of what laid ahead.

The woman grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, telling me to follow her every command. Once we were alone, she began to undress me, running her hands all over my body. I shivered as her fingers reached inside my lingerie, sliding over my nipples and down to my pussy.

She pulled me onto the bed and kissed me with a ferocity that I had never experienced before. We explored each others bodies with a passion that only comes from forbidden desires. After hours of intense sex, I lay exhausted in her arms, completely drained yet deeply fulfilled.

As dawn began to break, I got dressed and my wife opened the door. She handed me an envelope full of money and told me that this was my payment for being her crossdressed escort. I thanked her, not knowing how to respond.

That night completely changed my life. I found a newfound confidence and appreciation for my femininity that I never knew existed. I’m still living that night, and it will stay with me forever.