Wife Left Me so I Could be a Girl

Over the next six months we had sex at least four times a week and every time Sharon took the lead and was in command of how and when we did the act. I followed her in everything she suggested. During this time my desire to dress as a girl faded away to nothing, but I still kept my mother's wardrobe in the house should I need it in the future.

After six months, Sharon asked me point blank one night after we had finished fucking if I would like to make it permanent and marry her as she was "in love" with me as her obedient husband. I didn't hesitate more than a minute before saying;

"Yes. I'd like to be your husband. Let's get married."

Sharon kissed me and we cuddled naked the rest of the night waking three hours later when she told me to;

"Fuck me again, and do it like you are my husband this time."

I didn't really know what she meant but I had her on the bottom this time as I plunged my hard little dick into her and came again until I almost passed out.

Two months later we were husband and wife and living in the house I had inherited. She had a fulltime job at a library she did not want to give up and I, not needing to work, didn't. We had an active sex life the first year of marriage and during the second year there was a pattern of sameness that set in that Sharon wanted nothing to do with.

"Our sex life is getting boring" she said.

"Don't you have any ideas for making it more interesting?" She asked.

Since we had been together as a couple for over a year and had told each other just about everything I felt secure in telling her about my fun dressing as a girl.

"Oh wow!" She said.

"How did you do that?" she asked.

"My mother left a huge wardrobe of vintage lingerie when she passed. I found out I fit into it perfectly so I began experimenting with it sexually and it caused me to have my first orgasm. Would you like to see it?" I asked.

"It sounds kinda kinky, but yeah, it also sounds kinda exciting too. Where is it?" She asked.