Reaching Paradise on Game Night

Reaching Paradise on Game Night
by Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: Here is one of my most popular stories. I get so many messages and emails about it and it makes me thrilled. I am so glad it has taken on a life of it's own.

'A wife learns a little too much about her crossdressing husband on game night with the girls.'

'Just a little bit of fluff....'

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"I don't think this is a good idea."

Linda looked at me with her hands on her hips. "Well, I think this is a great idea. All you do is spend time by yourself in your outfits, at the mirror."

"But I'm uncomfortable talking to people dressed up." I countered.

"Well tough, Sabrina." She said, making a point of using my femme name, as she set up the coffee table for game night. "You have been crossdressing since you were a kid, and you should have warned me before we got married. You are lucky I didn't throw YOU, and your sissy wardrobe out. I could call your mother right now!" She put a couple of game boxes on the table. "I get no benefit from it at all, why can't we just have a girls' night out like other couples, go out for drinks or shopping? Don't you want to show off?"

Of course, I wanted to show off, just not in front of my wife. I shouldn't be wearing dresses, I should be wearing suits with her. I always felt a little emasculated and embarrassed. I liked dressing up on my own, I was so good at it. I had on my first pair of high heels when I was nine, that was my gateway drug. My legs in stockings and heels are the things that I craved, I didn't want Linda to realize how much I enjoyed and needed it. I didn't want her to think her husband was obsessed with being that type of woman. Plus I was so much sexier than her, I didn't want her to notice how feminine I would become.

Linda and I were both twenty-seven, we had great jobs and a beautiful apartment in Torrance, outside of LA. The crazy thing is we both had the same type of figure. We wore medium size dresses, we wore size eight heels, and we were both around 5'8" tall. When I was dressed in all my female finery and stood next to her, I looked like a real woman. We even wore the same cup size, C. My body was more female than male and being with her proved that. The only difference between us was our hair color, Linda's hair was black and mine was auburn.