Title: "The Cross-Dresser's Secret Fantasy"
He stood there, clad in his wife's silky lingerie, a vision of eroticism and allure. The smooth fabric hugged his curves, accentuating every inch of his toned physique. His dick, or as some would call it, his "prick", bulged through the flimsy material, a testament to the electric current coursing through his body. He couldn't help but feel incredibly sexy and powerful in this feminine guise.
The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of candles casting dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of jasmine filled the air, a fragrance that evoked images of sensuality and passion. His heart raced, anticipation building as he awaited his partner's arrival.
She entered the room, her eyes taking in every inch of him. Her gaze was hungry, her body language revealing an intense desire for what was to come. The way she licked her lips, the way she adjusted her clothes, all spoke volumes about how aroused she was by this intimate display of cross-dressing.
Her hand slid down his chest, tracing the outline of his nipples beneath the fabric before dipping lower still. She cupped him through the material, her fingers pressing against his swollen member with a firm yet gentle caress. He moaned softly, the sensation of her touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
She reached up and pulled back the lingerie, exposing his hardened cock to the cool air. It stood proudly before him, throbbing with each beat of his heart. She took it into her mouth, suckling on it with an expertise that spoke volumes about her previous experiences with men like him.
He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, every sensation amplified by the eroticism of the scene. Her hands massaged him from root to tip, while her tongue flicked across the head, drawing out his pleasure in long, drawn-out licks.
As he reached the brink of orgasm, she pulled away, leaving him hanging on the precipice of release. He groaned in frustration, his body tense with need. She sensed this, and knowing what would push him over the edge, began to tease him again.
This time, however, she decided to use a different approach. She produced a pair of silky stockings from her bag, their texture tantalizingly soft against his skin. She slid one leg onto him, feeling the smooth fabric caressing his sensitive cock. He could feel it tightening around him, adding another layer of sensation to this already intense experience.
She did the same for his other leg, and as she stood up, he felt a wave of pleasure course through him. The stockings were on, hugging his body tightly, accentuating every curve and contour of his physique.
With a final flourish, she pulled out a pair of high-heeled shoes, strapping them onto his feet. He felt a surge of excitement as he looked down at himself. In this moment, he was not just a man wearing women's clothing; he was a woman, complete with the trappings of femininity.
His partner stood before him, her eyes burning with desire. She reached out and pulled him close, their bodies melding together in an intimate embrace. As they kissed, the stockings rubbing against his skin, he felt a surge of pleasure unlike any he had ever experienced before.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, driven by their mutual desire for this taboo fantasy. They explored each other's bodies, relishing in the thrill of breaking societal norms and indulging in their shared secret.
As they reached their climaxes simultaneously, the room filled with the sound of their moans and gasps, intertwined with the rustling of fabric as the stockings caught on their sweat-drenched skin. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a testament to the power of cross-dressing and the allure of this timeless tradition reimagined.