Straight Female / 55
My husband passed away recently and it was several weeks before I could begin to go through his things to keep or get rid of. My Son is the same build as my husband and he took a lot of his suits and other nice dress shirts and things, which I was okay with. Down in the basement my husband had power tools and such and a few storage trunks that were locked. It was several more weeks before I could get motivated to go through anymore of his things.
One day I found my husband's keys and went down to the basement. The locks were small on the trunks and it was easy to find the keys to fit them both. I moved a few cardboard boxes that were stacked on top of the two trunks and began to open them.
When I opened the first trunk it took me a few moments to process what I was looking at. The trunk was filled with many pairs of high heels and boots of various styles and colors. Pumps, sandals, knee boots, and thigh high boots, all with at least 5in heels. The second trunk was filled with women's lingerie of many styles, and underneath those was a breast prosthesis. Many pairs of black stockings, and garter belts, and a few pairs of pantyhose as well.
There were a couple of wigs and a plastic bag with all kinds of makeup and another bag with jewelry also. I closed the trunks and locked them again and put everything back the way it was. Days and weeks went by and I couldn't get what I had seen out of my mind.
My son was going to come over in a few weeks to finish getting rid of the other things that I wouldn't have any use for. I knew I had to do something about those trunks, because my son was going to ask to go through them when he came over.
I hesitated a few minutes after I had the locks off, kneeling before them I already knew what I was going to have to deal with. I went back in my mind over the years we were married. My husband did have a small build and he wore a size nine shoe, which was my size too. All the years we were married he never gave any indication that he had any attraction for women's attire, but he did like me to wear sexy things in the bedroom.
I slowly began to pull the outfits out of the trunk and lay them to the side. At the bottom of the trunk was a small video camera and a tri-pod that was collapsed so that it would fit into the trunk. The shoes and boots all looked brand new, but you could see they had worn in some fashion, tiny bits of dust and specks of something that were on the soles of them all. Along with the camera there was a thumb drive as well, which I had to google to learn what that was and how to make it work. Once again I put everything back as it was, except for the video camera and the thumb drive.
It was later in the evening that I could gather my courage to plug the thumb drive into the computer. After a few moments my computer screen was filled with pictures of my husband dressed as a woman. All of the things I had found in the trunks he had worn at some point and had taken pictures of him all dressed up. As much as I didn't want to I looked at all the pictures he had taken, wondering when he did this? Then I remembered going to see my family twice a year back east, both times I would be gone for a week to ten days.
There was an icon on the screen to erase the files and after looking a few more minutes at the pictures, I hit the delete and cleared the thumb drive. I had enough shock for one evening and didn't look at the video camera for a few more days.
A few nights later I sat down at the computer to view the video from the camera. I had to call my son and he talked me through on how to plug the camera into the computer to watch the video. I lied and told him it was a vacation video we had take the year before his dad passed away.
The video started with our living room and no one was there at first. Then a moment later two figures walked from behind the camera and into view. From the first moment it appeared to be two women scantly dressed in very high heels with stockings and short skirts. The further away they walked, the more they cam into view fully.
They faced each other for a few moments, they were each wearing opera gloves and seemed to be touching each other in a feminine way. They wore wigs with thick curls that came down around their shoulders and they took turns touching each other for a few moments. From the things I found in the trunks I could tell the person on the right was my husband, but I had no idea who the person was on the left. They both wore lots of makeup and eye shadow and red lipstick as well.
Then the person on the left took a step closer to my husband and I watched "her" put her gloved hand underneath the miniskirt my husband was wearing. After a few moments my husband lifted the skirt and his hard cock was in the hand of the other person. I watched as "she" stroked his cock for several minutes, my husband's head would tilt backwards from time to time as if looking up at the ceiling. My husband had a small build as I said before, but for his size he was rather large considering.
I watched as "she" kneeled before my husband and took his cock into her mouth, her red lips sliding down his length so easily. My husband put his hands on "her" as if to steady himself in the high heels he was wearing. I suddenly was revolted by what I was seeing, but I couldn't make myself turn the video off. There was no sound on the video at least that I knew how to operate, I think that's why I was able to watch as much of it as I did.
My husband thrust his cock into her mouth, I could see his hips moving forward and backwards. Still kneeling, the other "one" had her hands on his stocking thighs as he gave it to her faster. My husband looked up and the ceiling again and I could see a reaction from the other person that he was cumming in her mouth. "She" took one hand away and took hold of his cock as he ejaculated into "her" mouth.
After a few moments the "other one" stood up and then I watched my husband kneel before "her" the way it had been done to him only seconds ago. I didn't have to see anymore and turned everything off right then. I unplugged the camera and went to the backyard. We had an old charcoal grill that was replaced with a gas grill several years go and I took it out of the shed. I removed the grill and tossed the video camera into the bowl. I found the lighter fluid and some matches and soaked the video camera in fluid. I watched the plastic melt right away and then the insides became clear a few moments later. I watched until the video camera was nothing more than a blackish blob in the bottom of the grill.
The next day I took the articles of clothing and the all the shoes and boots and boxed them up. I drove to the local donation center after hours and dumped everything into the container. I just wish I had never found any of that.
One day I found my husband's keys and went down to the basement. The locks were small on the trunks and it was easy to find the keys to fit them both. I moved a few cardboard boxes that were stacked on top of the two trunks and began to open them.
When I opened the first trunk it took me a few moments to process what I was looking at. The trunk was filled with many pairs of high heels and boots of various styles and colors. Pumps, sandals, knee boots, and thigh high boots, all with at least 5in heels. The second trunk was filled with women's lingerie of many styles, and underneath those was a breast prosthesis. Many pairs of black stockings, and garter belts, and a few pairs of pantyhose as well.
There were a couple of wigs and a plastic bag with all kinds of makeup and another bag with jewelry also. I closed the trunks and locked them again and put everything back the way it was. Days and weeks went by and I couldn't get what I had seen out of my mind.
My son was going to come over in a few weeks to finish getting rid of the other things that I wouldn't have any use for. I knew I had to do something about those trunks, because my son was going to ask to go through them when he came over.
I hesitated a few minutes after I had the locks off, kneeling before them I already knew what I was going to have to deal with. I went back in my mind over the years we were married. My husband did have a small build and he wore a size nine shoe, which was my size too. All the years we were married he never gave any indication that he had any attraction for women's attire, but he did like me to wear sexy things in the bedroom.
I slowly began to pull the outfits out of the trunk and lay them to the side. At the bottom of the trunk was a small video camera and a tri-pod that was collapsed so that it would fit into the trunk. The shoes and boots all looked brand new, but you could see they had worn in some fashion, tiny bits of dust and specks of something that were on the soles of them all. Along with the camera there was a thumb drive as well, which I had to google to learn what that was and how to make it work. Once again I put everything back as it was, except for the video camera and the thumb drive.
It was later in the evening that I could gather my courage to plug the thumb drive into the computer. After a few moments my computer screen was filled with pictures of my husband dressed as a woman. All of the things I had found in the trunks he had worn at some point and had taken pictures of him all dressed up. As much as I didn't want to I looked at all the pictures he had taken, wondering when he did this? Then I remembered going to see my family twice a year back east, both times I would be gone for a week to ten days.
There was an icon on the screen to erase the files and after looking a few more minutes at the pictures, I hit the delete and cleared the thumb drive. I had enough shock for one evening and didn't look at the video camera for a few more days.
A few nights later I sat down at the computer to view the video from the camera. I had to call my son and he talked me through on how to plug the camera into the computer to watch the video. I lied and told him it was a vacation video we had take the year before his dad passed away.
The video started with our living room and no one was there at first. Then a moment later two figures walked from behind the camera and into view. From the first moment it appeared to be two women scantly dressed in very high heels with stockings and short skirts. The further away they walked, the more they cam into view fully.
They faced each other for a few moments, they were each wearing opera gloves and seemed to be touching each other in a feminine way. They wore wigs with thick curls that came down around their shoulders and they took turns touching each other for a few moments. From the things I found in the trunks I could tell the person on the right was my husband, but I had no idea who the person was on the left. They both wore lots of makeup and eye shadow and red lipstick as well.
Then the person on the left took a step closer to my husband and I watched "her" put her gloved hand underneath the miniskirt my husband was wearing. After a few moments my husband lifted the skirt and his hard cock was in the hand of the other person. I watched as "she" stroked his cock for several minutes, my husband's head would tilt backwards from time to time as if looking up at the ceiling. My husband had a small build as I said before, but for his size he was rather large considering.
I watched as "she" kneeled before my husband and took his cock into her mouth, her red lips sliding down his length so easily. My husband put his hands on "her" as if to steady himself in the high heels he was wearing. I suddenly was revolted by what I was seeing, but I couldn't make myself turn the video off. There was no sound on the video at least that I knew how to operate, I think that's why I was able to watch as much of it as I did.
My husband thrust his cock into her mouth, I could see his hips moving forward and backwards. Still kneeling, the other "one" had her hands on his stocking thighs as he gave it to her faster. My husband looked up and the ceiling again and I could see a reaction from the other person that he was cumming in her mouth. "She" took one hand away and took hold of his cock as he ejaculated into "her" mouth.
After a few moments the "other one" stood up and then I watched my husband kneel before "her" the way it had been done to him only seconds ago. I didn't have to see anymore and turned everything off right then. I unplugged the camera and went to the backyard. We had an old charcoal grill that was replaced with a gas grill several years go and I took it out of the shed. I removed the grill and tossed the video camera into the bowl. I found the lighter fluid and some matches and soaked the video camera in fluid. I watched the plastic melt right away and then the insides became clear a few moments later. I watched until the video camera was nothing more than a blackish blob in the bottom of the grill.
The next day I took the articles of clothing and the all the shoes and boots and boxed them up. I drove to the local donation center after hours and dumped everything into the container. I just wish I had never found any of that.
