Time has been exceptionally kind to my wife Samantha. As a sixth form teenager, her stunning looks, along with her 36 DD's, attracted the attention of the male students and some teachers at her school. Her chestnut brown hair flowed down to her waist, and her face wouldn't have looked out of place in any beauty pageant. It was no wonder that she had an everlasting stream of suitors clamouring for her attention. She lost h...

When Paul and Sue announced they were taking a holiday in the new year, I was as eager as they were for that week to come. We had a reciprocal arrangement, whereby the couple that remained at home would periodically look into the other's house, to water plants, remove the build-up of mail behind the front door and just generally check for anything untoward.   I'd just dropped them off at the airport when on my journey hom...

Homeward Bound   "Well, how was it for you?" My question was directed at my wife's reflection in the rearview mirror. She looked quite fresh considering that she'd just been fucked.   "Yeh, it was good! Pass me a tissue, babe." Sam stretched an arm between the front seats.   "It was certainly different!" Paul's assessment of the last hour's shenanigans raised a chortle.   "Not 'aff!" I concurred in a deep baritone totally...

The dim ambient lighting inside the Coach House Inn gave the lounge a golden hue that was ideally suited for a guy masquerading as a gal. I couldn't have wished for a better location for Judy to come out to play. My wish list, however, would not have included the guy breathing into my left ear. "Perfume?" I croaked, continuing with the 'sore throat' ruse. I began to feign a cough in order to turn away from Ross's advances...

A few weeks ago my wife remarked on how "the gals" hadn't had a night out in months and suggested that we should perhaps go out later that evening. "What! Yeah, sure! What's brought that on?" It wasn't like Judy hadn't been around, on the contrary, she'd been around twice last week. I'm one of those cross-dressers whose wife gladly shares her wardrobe. And Samantha's the kind of wife that guys with my quirky habit can onl...

Many of the crossdressing life stories I've read on Lush have similar beginnings. The early adolescence, the mother's or sister's clothes, the masturbation! It's fifty years since my first urge to dress in feminine garments, and ever since then, it has been an integral part of my colourful life. I remember the day fairly vividly. I was settling down in our bathroom, to do what EVERY adolescent does at that age. Wank! My i...