The Continuing Evolution Of A Married Crossdresser

One year ago if you had told me that I'd be doing the things around the house that I'm doing now, I wouldn't have believed it. I'm wearing women's tights and sweat shirt around the house, with pantyhose and leg warmers lying on the bathroom counter. I just wear tights around the house in front of my wife. It sounds great. Doesn't it?

The reason I do it is because I can. The reason I ca is simply that our nonsexual relationship that we call a marriage has evolved into her not caring what I wear or look like. That is, as long as she can avoid having to face sex with me.

She absolutely will avoid the subject of sex. She refuses to talk about it. She never plays with the idea.

To her credit, she will wear pantyhose in front of me because she knows that I like it. But, she stops there. If I try to run my hand in her crotch, she pushes it away tells me to leave her alone.

What else can I do but further my masturbationary desires?

When I get off, I'm in a room alone. Why? Because my wife simply doesn't want to have a sexual relationship, with me, or, apparently anyone else.

I feel that she wishes that the whole idea of sex would simply vanish. She knows it exists, she just doesn't any part in such a thing.

So, I keep pushing the envelope with my "crossdressing". I openly leave pantyhose and panties out where she can see them. She never mentions them. Ever.

So what do I do? I buy a new piece of lingerie. Since we don't have a sexual relationship and she refuses to talk about it, or have one, why not push the envelop and see what she'll accept. Having pantyhose, high heels and panty's and a wife, is better than having pantyhose, and no wife at all.

Like I've said, she will wear pantyhose for me and let me admire her.

That's better than a lot of guy's have it.