While on a business trip back east I decided to drop in on my father-in-law. He lives just outside Philadelphia and I gave him a call. He didn't answer so I left a message telling him I'd drop by later that morning. I pulled up in front of his house a couple hours later and walked up the driveway. I noticed his car and another. Both doors to the house were locked, but I did hear music playing so I walked around back to see if I could find him. I peered into the family room window and got the shock of my life.

He was there alright, dressed in his dead wife's lingerie, wig and makeup. He was on all fours being savagely fucked in the ass by a guy I recognized as one of his golf buddies. I stood there mesmerized for some time, just watching this incredible sight until his buddy pulled out his ass abruptly. My father-in-law spun around and took hold of his buddy's impressive cock. Just as his friend began to shoot his cum on his face, he saw me watching through the window. A look of horror overtook him as his friend painted his face with cum. I quickly walked away and hurried to my car.

I was a few miles away when my phone rang. He begged me to turn around and come back to the house. I wasn't sure if I could face him after what I had witnessed, but I reluctantly agreed and turned back. The other car was gone so I pulled into the driveway. I wasn't mad at him, a bit shocked and confused, but not mad. I knocked on the door and when it opened I was shocked for a second time. There he stood, a man I genuinely admired and respected, fully dressed not as a man, but eerily reminiscent of my dear departed mother-in-law. He had put on a skirt and blouse, fixed his makeup and brushed his wig. His appearance wasn't that of a garish crossdresser, but more like a refined suburban housewife.

He motioned for me to step inside and after closing the door he leaned in closely, kissed me on the cheek, and whispered that he could explain all of this. He suggested we go into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I couldn't help but notice the click of his heels as we walked over the hardwood floors. Once there I sat down and watched as he prepared our coffee. He was oddly effeminate, quite at ease in his movements and speech. He went on to explain that he had dressed as a woman on occasion since he was a teenager. He explained that his wife had been aware, and though not supportive she accepted his fetish. He went on to say that he had never acted on his desires for cock until after she had passed away. She was killed by a drunk driver and the insurance settlement allowed for him to retire. He went on about his lifestyle for some time and I found myself becoming aroused. He noticed too and gently but firmly took me by the hand and led me to the guest bedroom.

Before I could resist he was on his knees undoing my belt, quickly freeing my hard cock. His painted lips expertly engulfed my cock and before long I unloaded a hot load into his mouth that he deftly swallowed . We quickly undressed and climbed on the bed. I fucked him in the ass and shot another load deep inside him. I pulled out of him and rolled over on my back and fell asleep.

Sometime later I heard a knock on the door. He poked his head inside and I was again surprised to see him turned back into the man I always knew. We went out for dinner and drinks. When we got back home I went to the family room and watched TV. He disappeared only to return a short time later in a sexy black babydoll, fully made up. Again he took me by the hand and led me upstairs for a night of fucking and sucking.

I got back on the road in the morning. His secret is safe with me. I look forward to future our encounters.