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MY TIME AS A WIFE
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Steve lets his "Sarah" side date a TV/CD admirer.
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I bit the bullet and took some pictures of myself as Sarah. Nothing
outrageous, mainly just myself in various wigs and underwear. Then I
posted them on a few contact sites. I really did not know what to
expect, and to be honest I really don't know why I did it. I think I was
seeking affirmation that I was acceptable as a woman by men.

I did note in my profile I was a crossdresser. It seemed wrong to say I
was trans. I really don't know what I am. I wasn't expecting any
responses, but when I checked the next day I had an overflowing mailbox.

Many were men just wanting quick sex. A large number of these were very
crude. I noticed that the more thoughtful messages came from the older
men. The majority of the messages made me feel sorry for women. If they
had to put up with men asking for the sort of things they had asked,
then god help them. I did realise that most men seem to think
crossdressers, dress just for sex. That may be true for some, but not
for me.

I think I saw it as being one step closer to being a woman. Women have
sex with men. If I had sex with a man it would make me more womanly.
That was my thought process anyway. I got some "toys" from eBay and had
been practicing. It was uncomfortable at first, but after several
attempts, I found it quite pleasurable. I grew excited at the idea of
having a real-life warm man inside me.

I found one profile intriguing. It read.

Phil. A mature guy wants to meet trans/cd gurls to have fun with at my
house. Single, so I can accommodate for overnight stays, and even short
breaks. I do not want this to be just about sex. I do want a sub girl
who dresses 24/7. A "Stepford wife" would be nice, and welcome to live
full-time as my wife.

Could this be true? Would someone want a man posing as a woman to live
as his wife? My heart pounded in my chest. This was something I had
never expected. The idea was giving me a huge thrill. It would be like
being trapped. Forced to maintain a facade as a female full-time. If I
committed to something like this, it would be a full-on experience. I
had spent a few days as a woman and loved it, but I knew that I would
change back after a few days.

I could not get the idea out of my head. I wrestled with my feelings for
a week, then I messaged Phil. He was a perfect gentleman. I asked if he
was gay but would not admit it. Was that why he was seeking a
crossdressing partner?

He explained that he wasn't gay but bisexual. He had slept with women
and a few men. He adored femininity and women but enjoyed men. He had
found that with crossdressers, he could get the best of both. That sort
of made sense.

He arranged to pick me up from my flat and take me to dinner in a quiet
Italian restaurant. This would be one of many firsts for me. He assured
me that I would pass easily for a woman when I told him how nervous I
was. I knew I could not waste a chance like this.

I took an age to bathe and shave. I selected pretty, but down-to-earth
clothes. Super high heels and a mini skirt are fine if you want to be
read, I just wanted to pass. Nothing to see here. Just a woman having a
meal.

I wore a black corselette over my black lace knickers. Black stockings,
a full-length slip, a dark blue silky blouse, and a calf-length black
pleated skirt. I wore my two-inchss heeled, black boots with this. I
just loved women's boots. They were ruched leather, with gold buckles.

When had done my makeup for the third time I was ready. I sprayed an
extra dose of perfume on my neck and waited at the front door. My
stomach was doing cartwheels. The anticipation and my nerves fighting to
see who would win. Part of me was hoping he would not show, and part
wished he would.

Then there was a knock at the door. I held my breath and opened it.
There stood Phil. A handsome man with a head of grey hair. Just like his
profile picture. He looked taller than his picture. He was a good 6
inches taller than me at 6ft 2.

He had a broad chest that made me look slight in comparison.

"Sarah. My, my. You are more beautiful in person."

He held out his hand and I saw the rose he offered. I took a deep
breath. What a wonderful gesture. My eyes teared up. This was a unique
gesture that only women are offered by men. It meant so much to me at
that moment. I melted. he could have asked me to do anything and I would
have. He saw my reaction and understood.

"Oh, Sarah. It's alright. A beautiful woman like you should get used to
getting flowers from admirers."

"Thank you Phil. It's just that......"

He kissed me on the cheek and led me to his car.

On the way to the restaurant, we talked about our lives. He asked me why
I did not live as a woman all the time. I told him that I needed to work
to support myself. I was sure I would get fired if I came out. He looked
thoughtful.

When we arrived he opened the car door for me. Another first. We had
parked a few hundred yards from the restaurant. He made sure he stood on
my right side as we walked. I remember I had read that in the Middle
Ages, knights wore their swords on the left side of their bodies which
allowed their right arm available for a quick response to protect their
lady.

This gave me a thrill. He had an old-fashioned sense of chivalry. I knew
I was in for a full experience of what it was like to be a woman in
perhaps the 1950s. I caught a glance of our reflection in a shop window.
We made a handsome couple. As I walked, I felt my suspenders tugging on
my stockings, the swish of my skirt about my knees. I even felt my lace
knickers slowly moving into the crease of my buttocks. It felt so
sensual. With the sound of my heels clicking as a background, I went
into mental overload. I wished this would never end. If this is what
women felt like all the time, I never wanted to be a man again.

He opened the door and we were shown to our table. The waiter pulled out
the seat for me and we sat down.

"Shall I order for you Sarah? Would that be alright with you? I don't
mean to offend."

I smiled. He really was an old-fashioned guy. I loved it.

"Please do. I'm sure you know best Phil."

I couldn't believe I just said that, but this whole thing of acting as a
submissive woman was a new and wonderful experience.

Between courses, as we chatted he gently touched my hand. I didn't draw
away. By the time we had coffee, he leaned across and kissed me on the
mouth. Another first. My loins tingled when he kissed me. I knew then
that I wanted him.

"I know this is forward of me on our first date, but would you like to
come back for a nightcap?"

I looked into his eyes and saw a need. A fierce hunger for me. This
lovely man wanted me. Well Sarah, not Steve. Sarah was a desirable
woman. Steve had never really been desired by anyone. Even his ex-wife
never really desired him. Steve slipped away a little more and Sarah
dominated.

"Yes. I think I rather would."

I winked at him. We both knew what was going to happen. Nightcap,
coffee, etchings. It was all the same. It meant sex.

When we got to his house, no sooner were we through the door than we
lunged at each other. The sexual tension in the car on the way was
tangible. His musky masculine smell, contrasted to my sweet feminine
scent. I felt more feminine than I had in my entire life.

Our tongues explored each other's mouths as our hands explored each
other's bodies. I felt his hands grip and squeeze my buttocks as my
hands went for his belt. His trousers dropped to the floor and I
followed them. I paused as I saw his growing erection. This would be
another first. Steve said no. After this, you'll be a cocksucker. Sarah
said good. lots of women are.

Steve watched in horror as Sarah's hand with its pretty pink nails
pulled down Phil's boxers and his hard member sprang out. Steve's voice
was silent now. Waiting for a line to be crossed. A line that you can't
come back from and still call yourself a man. A least that's how Steve
saw it.

I licked the tip and heard Phil groan in pleasure. I used my hands to
pull his boxers completely off as I slowly engulfed his cock. My right
hand stroked the shaft, while I tickled his balls with the nails of my left.

Phil moaned. "Oh, god yes, yes"

I was pleasing a man, I was pleasing a man as a woman.

I bobbed my head up and down and swirled my tongue under the shaft as I
sucked. I felt him stiffen then to my surprise he pulled away.

I looked up, my disappointment must be obvious.