Bi-Sexual Male / 56
The Night My Wife Met Her Closeted Sissy Slut Husband
My wife and I have been married 31 years. Our sex life has always been great. She’s always known I have a bit of an anal kink and she takes pity and indulges my need occasionally. What she never knew is how much more I want and need. Well that all changed recently when we spent a spontaneous long weekend in Montreal.
By coincidence (wink wink) I booked a hotel sort on the fringe of an area known as Gay Village. As the weekend unfolded and we explored we found all sorts of fun bars and passed a number of shops sporting sex toys and various outfits suited to cross-dressing.
On Saturday afternoon we had lunch and bar hopped around our hotel including some very gay oriented bars. I won’t lie, we were both drunk. And I was very drunk. Our conversations were more uninhibited than usual and I expressed to my wife my desires around cross-dressing as well as gay sex curiosity. That led to a visit to one of the risqué shops we passed where my wife encouraged me to indulge. I got thigh highs, a tight slutty skirt, assless panties, fake tits, a wig, flats…..I don’t even want to tell you what we spent.
Back at our room the drinks kept flowing and I got into full dress and my wife used the strapon dildo we brought to fuck me. Normally I would lay still and moan a bit, but this time I was assuming every position, begging for cock and letting my inner slut out to play. My wife was a combination of amused, excited, shocked and outright turned on.
At one point my wife said “let’s take this show on the road” by which she meant let’s go out with me dressed. I was drunk enough to immediately accept and sure enough after she did some makeup work on me we headed out to Complexe Sky, a muti-level gay bar of fun snd entertainment. We danced together and with men making a sandwich of me. I remember more than once dropping to my knees on the dance floor and giving my dance partners mock blowjobs.
We were propositioned for sex by at least half a dozen men, or couples or groups, but we drew the line there. Our sex has never beennthe same since that night…for the better. Much much better!
By coincidence (wink wink) I booked a hotel sort on the fringe of an area known as Gay Village. As the weekend unfolded and we explored we found all sorts of fun bars and passed a number of shops sporting sex toys and various outfits suited to cross-dressing.
On Saturday afternoon we had lunch and bar hopped around our hotel including some very gay oriented bars. I won’t lie, we were both drunk. And I was very drunk. Our conversations were more uninhibited than usual and I expressed to my wife my desires around cross-dressing as well as gay sex curiosity. That led to a visit to one of the risqué shops we passed where my wife encouraged me to indulge. I got thigh highs, a tight slutty skirt, assless panties, fake tits, a wig, flats…..I don’t even want to tell you what we spent.
Back at our room the drinks kept flowing and I got into full dress and my wife used the strapon dildo we brought to fuck me. Normally I would lay still and moan a bit, but this time I was assuming every position, begging for cock and letting my inner slut out to play. My wife was a combination of amused, excited, shocked and outright turned on.
At one point my wife said “let’s take this show on the road” by which she meant let’s go out with me dressed. I was drunk enough to immediately accept and sure enough after she did some makeup work on me we headed out to Complexe Sky, a muti-level gay bar of fun snd entertainment. We danced together and with men making a sandwich of me. I remember more than once dropping to my knees on the dance floor and giving my dance partners mock blowjobs.
We were propositioned for sex by at least half a dozen men, or couples or groups, but we drew the line there. Our sex has never beennthe same since that night…for the better. Much much better!
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