Amanda leaned back on the couch, her glass of wine perched delicately in her hand. The soft hum of John’s laptop fan drifted from the spare bedroom, where he was mid-stream on Chatturbate. She glanced at her phone, where the earnings ticked up steadily. $400… $450… $500. Her lips curled into a sly smile. This is almost too easy. She had discovered that John’s cross-dressing fetish wasn’t just a kink; it was a goldmine. Th...

Seemingly, Amanda and John were a normal professional suburban couple. Nobody would guess that John had a fetish for cross-dressing. Amanda hated his fetish. Like most women. her idea of a man wasn’t one of a man wearing women’s clothing. They did have a healthy sex life occasionally role-playing, with Amanda as the dominatrix and John as the submissive. Sometimes the role-playing included a little bit of cross-dressing j...