Straight Male / 32
I'm 32, married to a beautiful wife and have two great kids. Alex and I have a great sex life, and we really are happily married. I have a very high powered job, lots of stress, very long hours. But the lifestyle it affords us makes up for not seeing my family for long periods of time. With my job I travel around the country and a few times a year I do travel the world. My confession is that as soon as I'm away I dress in slutty women's clothes and let random men have sex with me.
Now I'm not coming out as I don't feel gay, I'm not attracted to any of the men. But the feeling of being powerless, for me, is the biggest turn on. I tried a female dominatrix but it did nothing for me. Don't ask me to try and explain it because I can't, I just know I love cock inside me and the rougher the better.
I've always dabbled with crossdressing but didn't really take it seriously. But every time I dressed, for some unknown reason, I used to always fantasize about men having sex with me. Then four years ago I was promoted and it all started from there. I knew what the job involved, and I knew the traveling would be a big burden on my family. But we both thought it was too good an opportunity to turn down. The first time I went away I knew what I wanted to do so instead of the nice hotel I could have stayed in I chose a sleazy motel. I went to an adult shop and bought the sluttyest clothes they had, PVC top and mini skirt, stockings, 5 inch heels and a long blonde wig. I'd taken some of my wife's makeup that she never seemed to use so thought she'd never miss it. Got back to the motel, dressed, and got straight online to meet the first men I'd ever been with.
A certain list seemed the obvious choice so tried it, and sure enough I got three hits almost straight away. I arranged them at hourly intervals, I knew I didn't really want them hanging around. Just in and out, so to speak. First one was at 10pm, was so nervous. Hadn't really had any experience putting makeup on so probably went OTT, but had lots of lipstick on and lots of eye makeup. Guy turned up 15 minutes early and I had thought as soon as he was inside I would just get on the bed on all fours and let him do whatever he wanted, stupidly hadn't entered my head to think of oral as well.
Now I'd prepared myself for the anal with lots of lube, but as soon as he got in and I walked to the bed he turned me around to face him and then just pushed down on the top of my head. I found I loved having cock in my mouth, he was of average size but I'm not sure if I gave him a good BJ as I didn't stay down that long before I was on all fours and he was entering me. I'd heard of lots of horror stories where it had really hurt but I can honestly say I really enjoyed my first time. He didn't exactly take his time, he was leaving within 20 minutes of meeting. The next two were pretty much the same, 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.' But I'd done it, I'd let a guy have sex with me and I loved it.
Now it's become almost second nature, I have a full wardrobe, full set of wigs. And I don't really feel guilty, to me when I'm dressed I'm a powerless little girl who can't stop big hunky men doing what they want with me. When I'm not dressed I'm a happily married man and devoted father. I know it's a strange life, but my dad used to always tell me to do what makes me happy, so I am.
Now I'm not coming out as I don't feel gay, I'm not attracted to any of the men. But the feeling of being powerless, for me, is the biggest turn on. I tried a female dominatrix but it did nothing for me. Don't ask me to try and explain it because I can't, I just know I love cock inside me and the rougher the better.
I've always dabbled with crossdressing but didn't really take it seriously. But every time I dressed, for some unknown reason, I used to always fantasize about men having sex with me. Then four years ago I was promoted and it all started from there. I knew what the job involved, and I knew the traveling would be a big burden on my family. But we both thought it was too good an opportunity to turn down. The first time I went away I knew what I wanted to do so instead of the nice hotel I could have stayed in I chose a sleazy motel. I went to an adult shop and bought the sluttyest clothes they had, PVC top and mini skirt, stockings, 5 inch heels and a long blonde wig. I'd taken some of my wife's makeup that she never seemed to use so thought she'd never miss it. Got back to the motel, dressed, and got straight online to meet the first men I'd ever been with.
A certain list seemed the obvious choice so tried it, and sure enough I got three hits almost straight away. I arranged them at hourly intervals, I knew I didn't really want them hanging around. Just in and out, so to speak. First one was at 10pm, was so nervous. Hadn't really had any experience putting makeup on so probably went OTT, but had lots of lipstick on and lots of eye makeup. Guy turned up 15 minutes early and I had thought as soon as he was inside I would just get on the bed on all fours and let him do whatever he wanted, stupidly hadn't entered my head to think of oral as well.
Now I'd prepared myself for the anal with lots of lube, but as soon as he got in and I walked to the bed he turned me around to face him and then just pushed down on the top of my head. I found I loved having cock in my mouth, he was of average size but I'm not sure if I gave him a good BJ as I didn't stay down that long before I was on all fours and he was entering me. I'd heard of lots of horror stories where it had really hurt but I can honestly say I really enjoyed my first time. He didn't exactly take his time, he was leaving within 20 minutes of meeting. The next two were pretty much the same, 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.' But I'd done it, I'd let a guy have sex with me and I loved it.
Now it's become almost second nature, I have a full wardrobe, full set of wigs. And I don't really feel guilty, to me when I'm dressed I'm a powerless little girl who can't stop big hunky men doing what they want with me. When I'm not dressed I'm a happily married man and devoted father. I know it's a strange life, but my dad used to always tell me to do what makes me happy, so I am.
