Like many married crossdressers, I do most of my dressing when either I am traveling for work, or when my wife is traveling with her job. She knows I dress, but isn't thrilled with the prospect since I work for a prominent business member of our small community. She's afraid that if my secret is ever "discovered" it will have consequences for both my job and my employer. I have tried and tried to stop; to resist the urge....

When she stepped through the door, I thought, "I've been had, this is really a housekeeper!" She was wearing the same uniform I had seen other housekeeping staff wearing — a short-sleeved pink polyester button-front utility uniform with a crisp white straight-waist apron. She didn't seem startled to see me, however, and stepped into the room, letting the door close behind her. When I started to speak, she held up one fing...

"I was sort of hoping you might help me out tonight," Kayla said. Her question didn't seem directed at me. "What did you have in mind?" Marisa responded. "Well, since so many of your "gurls" can't or won't, I was hoping you might fuck me with your strap-on tonight. I need it bad." Marisa laughed. She glanced over at the alarm clock. "We might have to combine our activities," she said. "I don't have time to wait for you to...