Mike

I was a computer analyst, but had been made redundant a few months back. It had really knocked my confidence and after a few failed job applications, I was feeling pretty low and reluctant to apply for anything in case I got rejected again. My wife was still a partner in a successful chain of hair salons, now pulling in way more than my salary ever had, so we were very comfortably off. Sometimes it seemed that she loved her job far more than she loved me, especially if love was measured by the amount of time devoted to something or someone. Even when we did have time together all she did was talk about work and tell me how tired she was. I volunteered to do all the household chores and behind a facade of indifference, I think she was quite grateful, as she loved the house to be kept super neat.

I had been a secret closet cross-dresser most of my life, but it had only been occasional until recently when I found myself craving the comfort of female attire as I sought an outlet for my sexual frustration. Doing the laundry and handling all her lingerie was probably the trigger, but whatever it was, I now found myself craving every chance to get dressed up, and more than that, made-up too. I would probably have tried to start an affair if I had had the slightest confidence that any woman would be interested in me, but I didn't, and the fact that I liked dressing as a girl seemed to mark me out as different. I was pretty confused, and when I saw myself looking pretty, I was very confused.

I had a growing collection of clothes, two wigs, lots of make-up and a few accessories. I concealed these under a false bottom of the fitted wardrobe in the spare bedroom and behind my workbench in the garage. Being home alone, I could transform myself when I wanted, the feeling of the clothes triggering all sorts of good emotions, a bit like being given a loving hug. I was finding myself dressing more and more, and had got rather good at making myself up, at least I thought so.

As part of my new domestic routine, I had marked out Thursday as house cleaning day and bought a maid's uniform online and some kitten heels. I had always hated cleaning, but dressed as a maid, I found myself actually looking for things to clean. One Thursday my wife asked if I could clean the windows as the recent rain, full of sand that had apparently come from the Sahara, had left them dreadfully smeared. I did that as soon as she left and then jumped into a bath filled with a coconut and vanilla bath oil, carefully removing the most unsightly body hair to leave me looking and feeling soft and smooth all over. The steamy scent that filled the room made me feel so feminine, and I loved the pampered feeling as I dried myself on the soft luxury towel.

After a good rub with some moisturising body lotion, I slipped on my panelled suspender belt and fully fashioned stockings, making sure the seams were straight. I wiggled my ass to help on the tight white satin panties that were frilly at the back and it felt absolutely divine as they compressed my cock and balls so they hardly made any bulge at all. I always bought a size smaller than I should to help with that! I did up the lacy white bra and rotated it round into place before inserting the silicone breast forms, their weight on my chest felt so good.

My brunette wig, in a contemporary bob style, completed the basic transformation, and I could now sit in front of the mirror applying my makeup in a bold everyday style, but with thick false lashes to lift my eyes. I pulled on the very short black dress that just reached the tops of my stockings, but only as long as I stood upright. I tied the apron in place and slipped on the black Mary-Janes with the kitten heels, giving them a quick polish. Checking myself out in the mirror, I brushed out my hair before adding a pearl necklace, bracelet and some small hoop clip-on earrings. I was very pleased with my look this particular day, I felt I had got my eyes just right, and I felt very warm and aroused as I admired the sexy reflection smiling back at me.

I opened the bathroom window to let in some fresh air and noticed the next-door neighbour was doing some gardening. I had got on well with Mike on the two occasions we had spoken, but he tended to keep himself to himself so I didn't get to see him very often. My wife talked to everyone, I guess it came from being a hairdresser, and she seemed to know all about him and had told me far more than I actually wanted to know. Although he was only 52, he was quite good looking and kept himself fit. She told me he had set up a business importing medical equipment and had sold out a few years ago, having enough money to live very comfortably and not having to work. When I had asked if he was married, not having ever seen his wife, she had laughed, and told me that someone like Mike didn't need to marry, he was far better off playing the field as there would always be someone for him.

I have to say, that comment had left me bemused and incredibly deflated. He was hardly a young man, so what was the attraction, but as I looked at his well-groomed head, his very pleasant face and his topless torso I began to see what she was getting at. He had a sort of movie star look that was hard to explain. As he continued to mow the lawn, I continued to stare, wanting to somehow understand his secret. I wasn't entirely sure how the sight of his hard, muscular body made me feel. I was most definitely envious, but I also could see that it was attractive.

Although I was not fat, I certainly wasn't skinny, and my chest and arms were not all tough and manly-looking like his. I guess that is what my wife had meant and I sighed as I realised that he had it and I didn't. It was fairly clear that a woman might well be inclined to just want to have sex with him, whereas my body was soft, and even a bit curvy, almost like a girl's body. It made me realise that I really had no chance, no chance at all!

I suddenly felt a bit sad and turned to the mirror to look at myself. I gave myself a sad smile, but the girl who looked back did not look sad, she just looked coy and incredibly sexy. Coy and sexy, even with a bulge in the front of her dress, I thought, and smiled. What? Suddenly I felt a little twinge in my groin and I looked back out of the window. My groin twinged again as it dawned on me that Mike was turning me on! I was hard! O.M.G! He really was a bit of a silver fox! I had never, ever fancied a guy before, but I was pretty sure I just had! I put my confusion aside and decided to get on with the housework! But my mind was whirring and the same thought kept coming back, "I'm a girl, why shouldn't I fancy him!"

I had already vacuumed the hall and living room and in my distracted state of mind, I had not noticed that I had knocked out the plug for the telephone while doing this. Feeling in a rather frivolous and sexy mood I began polishing the worktops in the kitchen, humming and shaking my hips to some rather loud dance music. Suddenly I got that strange feeling of eyes on me and then, in the silence between tracks, I heard a key in the lock of the front door. I froze, just like a rabbit in headlights, and watched and waited in slow motion hoping I was mistaken. I heard Mike call out "Hello, anyone at home?"

I gulped, wondering if I could make it out of the kitchen door in time, but he could hear the music, and before I could turn around to survey my exit, Mike appeared at the kitchen door, staring at me with a bemused expression, his chiselled chest glistening with perspiration from his exertions. It was such a shock that I suddenly felt really nauseous and, before I could say anything, the room darkened.

I came round lying on the sofa in the living room. Mike removed the cold cloth from my forehead and gently helped me to sit up, offering me a glass of water. I felt the cool air on my legs and instinctively went to pull my dress down and cover my thighs. If I had felt confused earlier, now I was completely confused, but seeing the lipstick mark on the glass as I put it down brought me swiftly back to why I was here and what had happened.

My eyes began to well up, partly because of the embarrassment of the situation, and partly because of my fear of the potential consequences. But there was something else too. In a strange way, I not only felt a great relief that my secret was now out and the world had not ended, but I also felt a real sense of calm that seemed to be at odds with my racing heart. These were almost tears of relief. Mike noticed a tear running down my cheek and moved over to sit next to me, brushing it away gently with the back of his hand.

He put his arm around my shoulder so I could rest my head on his warm smooth chest. In a quiet deep voice, he said,

"It's OK, it's all OK, no need to cry, everything is going to be just fine. You fainted, that's all."

"I... I..." Was all I could muster as I tried to choke back my tears, and Mike, realising that I needed to know how it was 'all OK' began to explain.

My wife had called the house and my mobile, but as there had been no answer she had been concerned that I had fallen off a ladder while doing the windows. When I had not responded to his knocks on the door he had used the emergency key my wife had given him to let himself in.

At first, he had thought that I was a maid, and had chuckled to himself as he thought that I was employing one of those sexy cleaning services for a bit of fun, he used them himself occasionally, he laughed! So believing I was a real maid he had carried me to the sofa completely unaware of who I was. It was only when he went looking for me and found the remains of my getting dressed that he realised that I was the maid and rushed down to check I was OK. He even told me that he had to pull my wig to check he was right. Even to this day, that is the strangest, but nicest compliment anyone has ever paid me.

His voice was soothing and almost hypnotic and I began to feel better. He told me he had already rung my wife back and told her that I had had a small fall but was fine. Most importantly he emphasized that my secret was completely safe and he had assured my wife that I was OK and he would look after me. I repeated 'sorry' several times under my breath, but he quickly said there was nothing to apologize for and that the most important thing was that I was OK. All of a sudden the absurdity of the situation dawned on me and I felt hopeless and weak. I began to weep again.

He placed a hand under my chin, raised my head and looked up into my down-turned watering eyes. I remember him telling me that I was very beautiful and that this made me feel better and brought a shy smile to my face. I have no idea why. He held me and gently wiped away the tears. He repeated so many times, how beautiful I looked and how special I was, that I really can't remember. Gradually I felt more comfortable and I felt his strong arm wrap around me. Feeling the need to know if he was genuine I looked into his eyes. Oh my! I really shouldn't have done that. I felt a surge of elation rush through me, I felt my groin twitching again, and my breath became shallow and erratic.

He said something. I had no idea what, my mind was so far away. I found myself staring at his lips, mesmerised by their movement, not the words. I felt his arms close around me, holding me tighter, making me feel so so safe. Then, completely unexpectedly, and before I really knew what was happening, he leaned forward and kissed me. As his lips touched mine, it was as if I had been struck by lightning. My heart was pounding. I pressed my lips against his, loving the manly prickling of his stubble and the way it made me feel.

I was so confused now, so confused that the confusion had no purpose. I was enjoying something I wasn't even meant to do, let alone enjoy! And I really was enjoying it. I had never been kissed by a man before and it wasn't something I had really even thought of, but with Mike taking the lead it felt so right, and so good, that I immediately began to kiss him back, throwing my bare arms around his neck and pressing myself against his hot chest. Soon our moist lips and roving tongues were locked in play and a big, heavy hand was on my thigh, pressing on my nylon covered leg, making me tingle all over!

There was a new thought entering my mind. Another thought that should have been confusing, but felt so right. I desperately wanted to thank this gentle, caring and non-judgemental hero who had not only selflessly looked after me, but who had immediately accepted me for who I am. This man who had confidently shown me a whole new level of enjoyment in the most easy and unassuming way. I wanted to be worthy of him, to give him something. It seemed clear that he wanted me from the passion of his kisses and the firmness of his grip on my thigh gently sliding up my nylon covered leg. An overwhelming lust was growing within me and I had no idea where it had come from, but it was taking control, and I knew what I had to do.

I ran my hand up his bare, hairy, thigh and slowly moved it under the leg of his baggy khaki shorts. It all felt so different and exciting, but it also felt so natural, that it never even occurred to me that this was another broken taboo. When I reached his manhood, my heart missed a beat. It was so hard and so hot. I felt it gently with my fingertips. Felt it twitch and let my finger explore its soft silky surface. Mike was groaning. I gently wrapped it in my hand, I could barely close my fingers and felt a deep inner pride that I had excited him so much. It felt so right against my palm. So hot! So sexy! So big! I began to rub it gently and its heat seemed to transfer to me. I felt as if I was burning up inside as our kissing became more and more passionate while my hand softly explored every inch of his ever-growing erection.

I had seen it done so many times, but always on a screen, and had never experienced it myself. A woman desperate to please her man falls to her knees and takes him in her mouth. I was determined that at last I was going to have that special moment and it really did not matter to me at all that it would be I who was giving the pleasure, why should it? I would have loved it if my wife had ever done this for me, but whenever I had subtly suggested it she had managed to change the subject so quickly that I had long given up.

I eased myself off the sofa and knelt before him, pulling down his shorts while he eagerly lifted himself up off the seat to help me. His erection almost hit me in the face as it sprang up once it was set free. Easing his knees apart, I shuffled between them and looked up at him through my lashes. He looked at me. It was a wonderful look on his wonderful face. A look that made me tremble. I smiled demurely, and keeping eye contact, ducked down and began to kiss and caress his hardness, doing to him, what I had so often longed to be done to me. His groans were turning me on so much that I took a deep breath, abandoned those icy blue eyes, and slowly slipped the head between my lips. I sucked him gently, tickling his underside with my tongue. He moaned to signal his enjoyment and I continued, moving my head back and forth, rubbing my moist upper lip over his ridge, and letting one of my hands squeeze and stroke his shaft while the other fondled his balls.

I loved his taste, the musky, slightly sweaty taste that felt like sex and lust and man, but most of all I loved having my mouth full of his hot silky cock. It felt so nice against my lips and tongue, the tastiest treat had ever enjoyed. I pulled myself back to look at the object that was giving me so much pleasure, and hopefully my man too. Nothing had ever looked as inviting or in need of satisfaction before. I sensed a happy wetness in my panties as I licked some pre cum from the tip, but needing to feel full, I swiftly devoured him again, moaning repeatedly with my own excitement as I pleasured him.

He began to move his hips, just slightly, but enough to encourage me to take him deeper. He didn't try to force me. This was no face fuck, this was making love in its most perfect form. I took him as deep as I could, I gagged slightly, but then recovered and the gentle vibrations from my throat as I groaned obviously excited him beyond his control and, suddenly, I gagged again, as he jerked and accidentality forced his cock deeper into my throat, coming with a gentle, but loud, grunt.

I pulled back, holding his cock tightly between my lips as his warm cream spurted into my mouth. It tasted so sweet, so much nicer than I had imagined! As my mouth filled with what seemed like an endless flow, I had to pull back further and tilt my head back to capture it all. I looked up and our eyes met. All I could see was love staring back at me as he let out a long slow sigh while I carefully lapped at his last spurt and rubbed my sticky lips together.

He looked down at me, a look of pride, joy and love emanating from his smile. I was enraptured once again and made a point of showing him his seed before I swallowed it all down. I could not let go of his beautiful cock, kissing it and licking it clean, but he leant forward and gently guided my head up to his lips with his big hands, kissing me passionately again. He seemed to really enjoy the slickness of the cum on my lips.

While he remained seated, he placed those big hands of his under my ass and stood me up in front of him. He lifted up my apron and dress with one hand and gently rubbed his finger along my cock which was hard and trapped within the frilly white satin. He leant in and expertly used his tongue to moisten my burning, and painfully sensitive cock. He lapped at it and kissed it through the satin material, making my whole body shake and tingle. He pulled the front of my dress forward and over his head and then with both hands slowly eased down my panties, his tongue continuing to flick and teasing my girl-cock all the time. He licked it and kissed it, grasping my naked ass hard, squeezing it, and then, finding my hole, inserting a moistened finger and slowly probed my insides.

I was now literally shaking with excitement, and I almost collapsed when he drew me into his warm moist mouth. My prudish wife had never done anything like that to me and oh, how good it felt. I wanted the moment to last forever, but it lasted almost no time, as years of pent-up frustration were released and I exploded, my knees shaking as the most extreme orgasm I had ever experienced shot through my body. If it hadn't been for his strong arms supporting me I'm sure I really would have fainted again.

He helped me back on the sofa and we blissfully kissed and hugged for what seemed like forever, before, apologetically, Mike told me he had to be somewhere and would really need to go, but not before asking if he could perhaps come round again next Thursday. I could hardly say no. Mike knew my secret now and I felt he had this power over me. I actually liked that feeling. But that was not the real reason I hastily agreed. I had just discovered a whole new sexuality in me that had almost literally blown my mind and I wanted more, much more! I gave him a last kiss goodbye at the door, already thinking about next week.