Last week I sat down with my wife and had a little chat. I had been thinking about what to say for a couple of weeks, and spent several days screwing up the courage to broach the subject.
About two years ago, I started wearing panties to bed with her on occasion to "spice things up" in the bedroom. She wasn't totally comfortable with that but rolled with it. Then I added stockings, and eventually a corset. And eventually was wearing panties and a corset under my clothes during the day around the house. The cover story was still just to spice things up in the bedroom, but I did admit wearing it during the day wasn't necessarily sexual.
Then things got rocky between us, very contentious. I stopped everything, even the dressing up I did in private... well... at least for the most part.
About four months ago she found my bag with the wig, and bra and stockings. She was hurt, confused, scared – she didn't know about that stuff and didn't realize I had gone further without her knowing. I told her I had been just trying to find a way to deal with the tough times between us, but that it wasn't really me. There I was, caught, cornered, and with a perfect opportunity to come clean and instead I told her the biggest and most ridiculous lie I could imagine.
I was so afraid of losing her, and I hated seeing how it made her feel. I just wanted to make that pain go away. I told her I loved her and I needed her. That much was true.
It was maybe two months ago when she touched me like she used to when we were "spicing things up." It was like she was telling me that it was OK, that she would love and accept me as I am. I went back to wearing panties in the bedroom, and during the day, but I knew we needed to talk.
So, I finally sat down with her. I told her that I had lied when she confronted me about the bag, but that I had been frightened by how much it had hurt her and I was trying to say anything to make her feel better. I told her I wished I could find a way to change myself and how I felt – true. I told her that I loved her and was willing to try to lock these feeling up again, but that I was not sure anymore how well it would work.
She told me that we had both changed over time, but that she loved me, and that we would find a way to make things work. We agreed to be open and honest, and spent quite a while on the couch chatting. She seemed to still think the desire was mostly sexual in nature, but clearly understood that things were not going to stay as they are but would progress over time. Eventually one thing led to another and we ended up in the bedroom making love and then sleeping in each other's arms till the afternoon.
That was a great day.