Blushing Bride Ch. 05

"If she loves you as much as all that, she'll be understanding at the very least," he said, "I mean, you love her don't you?" I nodded, "And if she told you something about herself, something sexual and a little bit unusual, you would try to understand."

"Of course," I said.

"Then give her a chance," he told me, "Tell her what it will take, tell her how much fun you could have together, and see what happens."

I guess he was probably right. I didn't really know what else I could do, after all. And he made a good point. Gina was the most loving, caring, considerate person I knew, well, apart from Mark himself perhaps, so if anyone would understand this then she would, even though she wasn't a sexual, kinky sort of person. After a while of dithering, of pacing back and forth, up and down the corridor of the hotel, I decided to hell with it, I had to give this a shot or I would spend the rest of my married life wondering what could have been.

Just I had screwed up my courage to go in and tell my wife about my desires, about my fetish, my need to dress as a girl for sex, I saw the door of my hotel room open. Natalie came out. She looked at me and smiled with a warmth and kindness that was reassuring, I could see why she and Mark were together.

"She's a little bit upset, but she would really like to talk to you," Natalie said as she passed me in the corridor, "I think there's a few things you need to share with each other. If you're totally honest with each other then only good things will come of it."

That was the last piece of encouragement I needed. I went into the room determined to tell Gina everything, not only my lingerie fetish, but quite what had happened to me, and to her wedding dress, on the night of my stag party. She was sat on the bed with her head hung. She looked flustered. Her make up was smudged. I thought that maybe she had been crying. I sat down on the bed beside her and opened my mouth.

"I think we need to talk," we both blurted out, almost simultaneously, making her giggle a little to break the ice. She had a beautiful, perfect smile and full, thick lips.

"You first," she said.

"OK," I began, "Um...I don't really know quite how to say this," I paused to think, I didn't really know how to say this to her, "Last night, things didn't go too well. I told you it was because of me. You were beautiful but there was something wrong with me."

"No," she said, "No. It was me. There was something stopping me from getting into it."

"No, really, it's my problem," I insisted, "It's just that I didn't feel sexy, not like that. Not dressed the way I was."

"I don't understand," she said.

I glanced over at where she had discarded her clothes from the night before. I walked over, partly to think, partly to distract myself, and picked up the white lace corset and panties that she had worn.

"The thing is," I paused again, this was not easy, "It was true when I said how sexy you looked in this, but this was what I needed too. I needed to feel sexy like this."

"Um...OK. I'm still not sure I understand," Gina said, but I could see that part of her could, part of her knew.

"I want to wear something like this," I just came out and said it, "I can't feel sexy, I can't get into sex and enjoy it unless I do, unless I'm dressed in all sexy, feminine clothes, just like you."

"Did Natalie get you to say this?" she seemed annoyed, "Or Mark?"

"Huh? No...I..." I began to say.

"Oh God. I knew I shouldn't have done it," she said, visibly upset, "I shouldn't have let her make me do those things, but I couldn't help it. I shouldn't have talked to her about it. Now you've just taken it and used it to humiliate me completely."

"No," I said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand you now. What I'm saying is true, for real. This is the way I feel. I know it's kind of weird but that's it. There it is."

"Really?" she said, her expression lightening up with surprising pleasure at the thought, "Nobody put you up to this? Nobody got you to humiliate me?"

"Of course not. I love you," I said, "It's just that this is the way I am, the way I get off. What did you think?"

"Oh honey, this is going to sound so weird now, I don't know if you'll believe me," she gasped, she was smiling almost as if she was about to burst out laughing, "Last night, I just couldn't get into it and I didn't know why, not until Natalie talked to me this morning. I should tell you, I'm not a virgin. Well, not anymore. You see, the thing is I think I might be a lesbian, or bisexual or something. All I know is that I guess I'm saying I couldn't get turned on by you last night because you were too manly, I wished you look more soft and feminine."

"You don't mean...?" I began again, aghast at how things had turned out.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen," she said, so confused with conflicting emotions, "But I gave up my cherry to the girls on my hen party, I let them fuck me and I fucked them and it was something incredible!"

"I can't believe this!" I said, these revelations coming as fast and as shockingly to me as my own were to her, "This is too strange, too coincidental. The same thing happened to me with the guys on my stag night, I discovered the joys of dressing, behaving and fucking like a woman!"

But it wasn't coincidental exactly, as we both were later to realise when we told each other the full details of our parallel sexual awakenings, details that you will have already read. We came to realise that Mark and Natalie had set this all up, they had discovered our underlying desires and realised just how perfectly paired they made us and they had set about awakening those feelings. Of course, at this moment, we hadn't come to realise this, we were still basking in the glow of our mutual discoveries, wondering where exactly these confessions left us, how our behaviour and infidelities in our respective parties just before our wedding would affect our relationship. Finally, Gina broke the silence. I was still holding her wedding corset. She took it from me and held it up to my body as if imagining me in it.

"I want to see how you look in girlie things, honey," she said, "Can you show me what a sexy girl you can be? Could you be my blushing bride for our real wedding night?"

And so it was that, for the second time in a week, I found myself alone thinking "what am I doing?" while dressing myself in my wife's bridal lingerie. Only this time, instead of an audience of drunk and horny guys, it was my real bride herself that I had to impress with my sexy bride look. Once again, I was a bundle of nerves and excitement at the prospect of being able to truly live out this fantasy that I thought would never become reality. I was in the spacious hotel bathroom, with all of Gina's bridal lingerie and that gorgeous dress I had already enjoyed wearing once before.

As I took the lacy corset and laced it tightly around my body, pulling my figure into a more feminine, narrow waisted chest, I felt a welcome familiarity, a sense of recognition as I fondly remembered the time I had done just this before. I began to feel like a sexy woman once again as I slid the pair of lacy white panties up my legs. Once again, wearing the corset and panties made me feel like I had always wanted to be, made me feel like a desirable, sexy woman, a woman like my beautiful Gina. And once again, the feel of the panties on my cock made it start to grow firm and aroused, harder already than it had been at all the previous night.

My favourite part was yet to come, another pair of gorgeous white silk stockings just like the pair I had worn before. I loved how sexy they made my legs look and feel. I sat down a slowly rolled them up the length of my legs, loving the soft, sensual rubbing of the material on my bare flesh. And then there was the dress. Strapless and tight around the waist with a long skirt, I remembered it well. I remembered how wearing it had made me feel truly sexy for the first time and I remembered how gorgeous my curvy blonde wife had looked in it on our wedding day. All those feelings flooded back as I zipped myself into the dress and went over to the bathroom mirror to admire my reflection.

I was looking pretty good, passably like a pretty girl and that was before I went through Gina's make up and gave myself blushing red cheeks, glistening pink lips and long dark lashes to make my face truly beautifully feminine. My long, blonde hair remained a good match for Gina's own with very little effort. I had to admit to feeling a little turned on at the sight of my pretty, feminine self looking back at me from the mirror. I felt a buzz of excitement and nerves at revealing myself to my wife, dressed in her wedding dress. I took up her veil and covered my face nervously and stepped through the door and back into the bedroom.

She was sat on the bed watching me as I entered the bedroom in her wedding dress. She had changed and was now looking ravishingly sexy in black satin lingerie, a bra, panties, stockings and suspenders. Her beautiful dark curvy body looked even sexier with that beautiful underwear. I felt a stirring of excited arousal in my own panties at the sight of her. She smiled at me as I came in.

"That's more like it, honey," she said, "Now come over here and let me get a look at you all pretty and feminine."

I had butterflies in my stomach, I was trembling with anticipation. I felt just the way I should have felt the previous night, excited by all the possibilities of my married life but a little scared of how things would go right now. I felt just like a shy blushing bride on her wedding night, yearning to get fucked but a little unsure of herself at the same time. Still, I walked over to Gina. She stood before me, fortunately with her being quite tall we were about the same height, and lifted my veil to look on my feminine face for the first time. Her eyes ran across my glossy lips and long lashes with a look of excitement.

"You're beautiful," she said with great pleasure, "You look so good as a girl, no wonder you wanted to try this!"

"Well, I learnt from the best," I said, blushing, instantly adopting the "Gina" voice I had used on that fateful evening as if to prove my point, "I tried to emulate you, Gina, I wanted to be a gorgeous girl, a pretty bride just like you."

"It's really worked," she said, reacting to my feminine voice with an affectionate smile, "We could almost be sisters." That made me feel so happy, wearing her underwear and wedding dress had made me feel sexy but her compliments made me feel so warm and comfortable, I loved her more now than ever. I felt her hand gently caress my arm as she pulled me close to her, "May I kiss the bride?" she asked, cheekily.

All I could do was nod dumbly as she took my head in between her hands and pulled me in for a kiss. This kiss was nothing like the dainty peck on the lips we had shared at the altar on our wedding day when it had been her in the dress I now wore. This was a long, wet, lingering kiss that made my body hum with soft, sensual feelings. This time, I could really taste her, I could really feel that she wanted me. Her lips pushed against mine, her tongue caressed my mouth, her body pressed against mine while her hands moved from running through my long, blonde hair, down the back of my wedding dress, all over my body in its feminine, bridal clothes, each touch making me more and more excited.

"Mmmm," Gina sighed, her eyes half closed, her lashes fluttering just like mine, before finally breaking from the kiss, "That was something else. Now, I've just got one question. What do I call my beautiful new bride?"

"Well," I said, blushing deeply again, "When I said I wanted to be a girl just like you, that was really true. When I tried to imitate you, I even had them all call me Gina."

"We can't be having that anymore though, can we," she giggled and kissed me again, "That will just be a bit confusing to all of us."

"What would you call me then," I said, kissing her once more.

"How about Rachel?" she said, "That would seem to suit you."

"Whatever you say, beautiful," I said, pulling her into another long, lingering liplock.

As we embraced and kissed, Gina's hands went to unzip the wedding dress. I did nothing to resist as she stripped me from her bridal gown, leaving me in just the tight corset, panties and stockings, all pretty white lingerie to contrast with the sexy black undies that Gina herself was wearing.

"Oh Rachel, you look so sexy in your bridal lingerie, I can see why all the men want you," she said, pushing me back onto the bed.

She sat astride me on the bed so our stockinged legs were rubbing sensually across each other and her crotch was brushing across mine, making my cock become pretty hard in my white lace panties. She bent over and began to kiss me all over my face, passionately and breathlessly, completely differently from how she had been the night before. I ran my hands down her body, over the curve of her back, stroking her arse through her satin panties, and then down her long, sexy legs. She ran her hand over my corset to my panties, feeling my already quite stiff cock, such a change from the night before.

"Oooh, you like being a pretty girl, don't you Rachel?" she grinned naughtily as she held my cock through the soft material of my panties and began to stroke it, "Yes, it makes you feel so sexy in your wedding undies, doesn't it, honey?"

"Mmm, yes, Gina," I sighed.

"Oh Rachel," she moaned, moving her hand from my cock to her own panties, she slid her fingers inside and began to finger her pussy, "Oh yes. Beautiful girls like you just make my pussy get soooo wet!"

She pulled my panties aside, pulled out my cock and continued to stroke it.

"Mmmm, yeah Gina, that's it," I gasped, "I guess sometimes you do want a nice bit of cock as well."

"Oh yes. If it's attached to the body of a beautiful woman," she giggled, kissing me on the lips, "I couldn't think of anything better!"

She got up from me for a second and stripped off her panties. She was still wearing a suspender belt holding up black stockings that made her legs look even better, while her round breasts were held in tight by a black satin bra. She went back to stroking my cock, making it even harder both with her touch and the excitement I gained from the sight of her looking so sexy. Although she was not a virgin, I had never seen her like this. This was the first sight I had of her pussy and I was about to see even more of it.

"I want you to lick my pussy. Would you do that for me, my sweet bride," she said as she sat back astride me, this time with her knees up by my head, her suspenders right up close to my face. She lowered herself onto my mouth. Eagerly I began to lick around the swollen lips of her pussy, making her moan with pleasure and grind herself further down onto my mouth.

"Oh yeah. Oh God. Oh baby. Yes," she moaned, "Come on baby. Eat my fresh cunt!"

I felt so turned on, lying on my back in my bridal lingerie, my cock sticking out of my panties hard and erect, while my once virginal wife talked dirty at me and pushed her tasty, wet pussy into my face, getting my tongue to fuck her, causing her to writhe and moan seductively. My previous experience of dressing up as a woman had involved getting gangbanged by a load of hard cocks, I had enjoyed the experience so much that I had almost forgotten the joys of pussy. I might not have been able to get very turned on when not playing the part of a woman, but that didn't mean I could only fuck men. My new wife's pussy was something special and I was aching with desire for it. My cock was rock hard and quivering in anticipation as I began to stroke it.

"Mmm, Gina, I love the taste of your sweet pussy," I sighed, "But I want you to fuck me please, baby. Your pretty bride in white wants to fuck on your wedding night."

"Ooooh, ok, baby," she sighed.

She moved from sitting on my face and sat herself back astride my crotch. My stiff cock was pointing straight up from my panties. She lowered her warm, wet pussy onto my throbbing hardness, slowly and delicately, moaning loudly as I slid deeper inside her. She just sat for a moment on my cock, sitting upright with her beautiful body stretching above me and a warm glow of pleasure on her face as she contemplated my lingerie clad body stretched out before her.

"Mmmm, yes, my sexy bride," Gina moaned, "How do you like that? Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?"

"Oh God yes, Gina," I sighed, "I love being your beautiful bride, make this a wedding night to remember."

She began to grind herself against my cock and soon to rock her body back and forth more and more vigorously until she was really riding my dick, practically bouncing up and down on it as I pushed my panty clad arse upwards, thrusting up inside her wetness, trying to meet her as she bounced up and down on me. Our stockings continued to rub against each other, making my legs feel so soft, sensual and feminine. Above me, I could see her body shaking, her breasts were pushed out before her, bouncing around. I ran my hands over my own chest, revelling in the thought of myself as a beautiful girl, a new bride, just like her, as I felt the material of my corset and the warmth of my flesh where the tight corset had pushed it up and out like small breasts.

"Oh, ohh, ohhhh God," she moaned as she tossed her blonde hair back and let out louder and louder sounds of ecstatic pleasure, "This is what a wedding night should be. Two sexy brides and no men to get in the way!"

After she had ridden my cock for a while, we changed positions. Now she was lying on her back on the bed with her black stockinged legs open, inviting me in to that sexy space between her suspenders. I moved myself on top of her and slid my dick back inside her. She pulled me down to kiss her again, our lipsticks mingling together with the taste of her pussy that still lingered on my lips. With our warm bodies writhing together, I began to thrust my dick in and out of her tight, warm pussy.

"Oh yeah, come on baby, fuck me," Gina moaned, "Oh Rachel. Oh God. Fuck my tight little pussy, Rachel!"

I was only too happy to oblige. I had waited for years to get where I was now, fulfilling two of my long cherished desires, finally fucking the gorgeous Gina, and getting to do it dressed in sexy feminine lingerie. Anyone who might have happened to walk in on us at that moment would never have believed that we were the bride and groom from the wedding the day before, all they would see would be two hot blondes in stockings and lingerie, kissing and fucking with each other.

"Ahhh, oooh, Gina. Oh yes. Oh Gina, you're such a beautiful slut. Just like me," I gasped and moaned as I entered her, my whole body alive with pleasure and desire.

"Mmm, my pretty bride likes sex does she?" Gina sighed, "Oooh, and Rachel likes to feel a hard cock in her arse too, don't you, Rachel?"

"Oh yes, Gina, I love to get fucked, and I love to fuck you," I responded.

I could feel her hands on my arse as I pushed my dick inside her. She pushed my white panties aside and now I could feel her fingers exploring around my arsehole. I felt my body tense up with anticipation of what could be about to come next. I was already so turned on by the situation and what was about to happen would probably blow my mind. Sure enough, I let out a simultaneous gasp and yelp of pleasure as my wife shoved two of her fingers right up inside my arse.

"AAAH! Oh fuck, Gina," I cried out, "That feels sooo good, baby. Fuck my arse with your fingers!"

Now I was being incredibly stimulated at both ends, my cock quivered with delight as I pushed up deep into Gina's pussy and then, as I withdrew, my arse was promptly filled by her fingers. I continued to cover her gorgeous face and chest with kisses, kisses of lustful desire and kisses of grateful love. I was so delighted, relieved and aroused to find my wife, a woman who I had worried so much about being narrow minded, being not only open to my sensual crossdressing, but enjoying it every bit as much as I did.