Chapter 4 - My Wife's Things

Chapter 4 - My Wife's Things


Ever dressed up in your wife's clothes without her knowledge? No? Never mind. I split with my wife about 6 years ago after 18 years together, a mutual parting. We are no longer in each other's lives, and we both like it that way. Quick word about my exwife - hourglass figure, hour and a half when she pigged out. We don't talk anymore. Pretty face, big blue eyes, big full lips, big teats, big ass, big whack of mental instability. But 5 out of 6 ain't bad, a better deal than meatloaf got. And she wanted me, needed me, and loved me as well. Too bad, fatboy. Let's move on.


She was good with clothes, had nice things. I wore her clothes without her knowledge a number of times. Would have loved to have worn them with her, and played together, but never had the balls to bring it up. Her boots were a size 6, I'm a blokes size 8, so could get into some of them, at a pinch. And they did. I wore her kinky black latex boots and her underwear a few times, and toyed myself, more about that later. And she had cowboy boots, fantastic, love cowboy/girl boots, always a thrill to wear them. With us being parents, me working full time, she wasn't often away for the night. For years I didn't dress at all.


But when she was away for the night, I tended to make the most of it. I remember sitting at work thinking, it's only 5 or 6 weeks till she'll be away for a course with work or something, almost counting down the days. She worked sporadically when our kids were older, I got a few chances to dress. I realised back then how important mirrors were, more fun when you can see your ass, remember buying more than one especially for dressing. One time, maybe twelve years ago, I found some of her old lingerie in a box. Stuff she never wore anymore. Aha. I made a CD of sexy songs that I could dance and prat about to - crazy in love, lady marmalade (original), summer's hot stuff, sugarbabes with gary numan, bit of george michael (RIP george) and so forth. This was the height of technology for me, making your own music for the event. Someone showed me how to burn the CD, I didn't tell them what it was for. I hadn't dressed properly for years, and couldn't flipping wait, wife and kids all away, house to myself. I'd got this velour cape thing, and lovely shoes with buckles, I'd bought them slyly and hid them in the shed. Honestly, I hadn't dressed for so long, heart pounding, my hands were shaking so much I couldn't do my suspenders up, I kid you not, but I did, the sheer excitement of it all, with the music and everything. Of course, this was years before I found out about webcams and stuff. It was a once only performance, dancing and twirling away, having the time of my life. Never, ever been that excited by being with a girl. Hmm.


She was a goer my exwife, introduced me to anal and what have you. Banged like an outhouse door in a gale in the early years. We fecked outside a few times. Toys, she had a fair few over the years, she liked me to toy her ass (yeah, go on then love) and she toyed me a few times. Hurt at first, great when you got used to it. And other times I'd toy myself alone, always felt really naughty, you know, not just the physical. Can't beat being naughty. One time I'd used this oil for lubrication, lowering myself onto one of her dildos, but I'd left oily handprints on the wall, after cleaning everything else up. What are these marks? she said. Whatever I replied wasn't convincing. She lost interest in our later years together, kind of reclaimed her virginity somehow. They change, you know.


When we split, I moved into my own place. Before long I went shopping and spent money on nice seamed stockings, a basque and stuff. Seams were a first for me, never been into tights. Had some fun for a while, then chucked the stuff away, a friend was looking after the place for me, couldn't risk being found out. But later that year......I'd bought a laptop to watch porn on, thought I'd treat myself since I was living alone. But then I saw this button that said Camera, a video camera thingy so you could record yourself. Webcam or summat. The wonders of technology, I couldn't believe my luck. Bought tons of underwear and made about 20 films over a 4 month period of me making a complete tit of myself, the dancing is so embaressing. But filming yourself that way was new to me, I had a wonderful time. You must understand that I'm a massive dinosaur, this was state of the art for me. You can see a couple of of pictures from those days on my profile.


After that, lived on/off with newer exgirlfriend, didn't dress much, a bit occasionally, with her stuff. Last knew her carnally about a year ago. She liked me a lot, and she was a looker, but my heart just wasn't in it. Without trying to be sexist or owt, when it comes to natural-born women, I feel I had the best of them for 18 years, and the others wouldn't measure up. I'm just not interested anymore. Been there, done with real girls.


I think I went off on one there. More to come.


Love, Stella X

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