Forgiving Wife Pt. 02

"Tonight just got more interesting" I said.

"Oh, you don't even know the half of it yet," she beamed.

Taking her drink to her lips like nothing had happened. Urges pulsed through me yet I couldn't do a thing here. Putting it simply, I needed to get her home, I needed her, my restricted erection felt unusual yet pleasurable . Finishing our drinks, we left the pub heading towards the Brook for food. All I could think about was my wife wearing stockings and the chastity keeping me in check.

I was holding my wife close, feeling her through her dress, eager to have her as we walked through the doorway to the restaurant. The front of house staff told us there was a wait for tables and that we could wait at the bar if we wanted.

Wanted? I wanted to take Mandy home and fuck her right there and then but I couldn't even if I wanted to with this device on. Standing at the bar, Mandy sighed complaining that it would take forever to get a table tonight. Turning to me and out of sight due to the crowds, she grabbed at my restricted cock she whispered

"How about we grab a bottle and head home. I'm hungry but not for food".

I couldn't get out the pub quick enough with our bottle of wine that we got for take out. The walk was only short but as we passed a walkway, Mandy spun me round pushing me against the wall planting a heavy lipstick covered kiss on my lips.

"I love you so" she said.

Wow, what was with her tonight. This was so unlike her, the unexpectedness, the public passion and sexual excitement she was emitting. I truly did not know what was happening this night.

"I love you too but what's..." I tried to finish.

"Shss" she replied tonguing me deeply.

"Let's go".

It was like being young again, when we first met. Sex in public, kissing openly, sexual chemistry. The things often lost with family life. We hurriedly past through our front door and into the house.

"You go get some glasses and pour us drinks," Mandy asked commanded. "I'll be back down in a minute."

I watched her climb the stairs, looking up her dress spotting her black hold ups and shapely ass. Once again my cock twitched in its casing, yearning to come out. Yearning to fuck her on the stairs like we had done many years before.

In the kitchen I hastily poured drinks wondering when she was going to free me from this chastity so we could have some fun together. Taking the drinks into the living room, I placed them on the coffee table waiting for Mandy to return.

A moment or so later, Mandy came back in. Clearly she had touched up her make up and was holding something in her hand.

"This is a recorded delivery receipt for an envelope I've sent myself."

I pulled a quizzical look

"Inside that envelope is the key to the lock that you so willing placed around your cock."

"The post should take about two days to arrive back here. When it does I will of course let you out but first we talk."

"Okay.." I replied, albeit slightly confused conscious of my restricted member anticipating release.

Sitting down, Mandy faced me, legs slightly parted maintaining my raised excitement.

"While you were away, my iPad broke and I needed to finish off some work urgently but I knew you had the laptop with you at the conference. So I dug out the old laptop from the study."

My excitement began to waiver. "It needed an update as it'd been unused for so long and the software brought some strange information up."

Shit! I didn't like the sound of this as I knew I had used it to view porn going back a bit.

"I get that you have urges and that porn is available out there and that you may wank off to it but what I found was different."

Double shit!

"I spent quite a considerable amount of time looking at the sites you visited, the forums and posts and stuff. At first I thought you were gay or something".

I felt my heart sink into my shoes. Quickly on the defensive trying to salvage my chances I blurted.

"What?" I asked "Why gay?"

"The sites you visited were women with cocks, transvestites and sissies. I was sickened. I couldn't believe you were looking at this stuff and that it must have turned you on."

I hung my head in guilt, tears welling in my eyes. How could I have been so foolish?

Mandy continued, "So I browsed around a bit, looked at posts and groups about this. I read comments from other women who had found out their partners were into womens clothes and stuff."

"I was going to walk out on you when I saw all this, but I wanted to find out why. There were forums and groups set up by women to chat through he impact of this and the main comment was that their husbands were not gay just enjoyed being a women so to speak."

Bang! my world was falling apart around me.

"Are you gay? Are you not happy with me?" she enquired herself forming tears.

"No I love you dearly"

"Its...its just a thing I enjoy seeing and watching." I was busted and there was no point lying anymore.

"Do you like doing it too?", she probed.

Hanging my head too embarrassed to meet her gaze, I responded "Kind of."

I began explaining that I had been looking at such sites and it all began so long ago that it was hard to remember why. The internet made accessing an unusual type of porn so easy now and it had fuelled my passion. I didn't want to be a woman, nor did I want sex with a man. I just loved the female form, its clothing, shoes and underwear, especially the underwear. If anything, I was jealous of the sexual power women possessed, and even by those shy and unassuming women like my wife. I wanted the ability to change the way I dressed and immediately create a sexy, attractive image that would attract people. Mandy sat there and listened intently.

"You've been wearing my things right?"

"Thinking about it it makes sense. I've noticed some things appear a bit more stretched than I recall wearing them last."

"So all the time you were buying me undies, were they for you?" said with a slight chuckle.

If only that were true I thought. "No I bought them because you look stunning in them. I love how they look on you and how they can make you feel. You're sexier wearing them. It makes it, well fun and passionate I guess."

"Well I do enjoy wearing them and yes I do feel sexier in them. You can't keep your eyes and hands off me in them." she said without hesitation.

She paused reaching for her glass, prompting me to take mine too. Trying to fill any empty silences I went on the defensive.

"So, what's tonight about? You looking fantastic, the hold ups you're wearing, you obviously hid from me at first before becoming so eager to come back here. It doesn't make sense."

Her look said it all. "I have urges too you know, but not everyone finds their release online."

"Finding out your husband gets off on watching men dress as women doesn't make sense. Well not at first".

I glanced up from staring into my the wine glass, "You mean you understand?" I murmured.

"I'm trying to" she replied.

We sat and discussed what I liked in womens clothing, styling and why is pleased me so. Mandy listened and only questioned me when I wasn't clear about something. I reassured her that I wasn't gay, that I didn't want to undergo any permanent change to my appearance or that I yearned for relationships outside of our marriage. I begged and pleaded for her to not tell our kids, my mother, friends and my colleagues. The thought of upsetting them all and her further left me with shaking.

She reached across, touching my knee at first before my cheek.

"Its becoming clearer why you like it and I'm pleased you're being more honest with me, but why couldn't you have said something earlier?"

"I was too embarrassed."

"Your husband shouldn't behave like that should he?"

"I've let you down and for that I'm so sorry."

She agreed to keep my kinky secret to herself but said she found the idea of sex a turn off right now. I asked why she had handed me the chastity and why she had dressed like she had. Her reply was that it was part of a test she was putting me under to see what I was truly about. The device was to prevent me from having sex despite her appearance. I was no longer in control. I had failed her, I needed to make it up to her and now so she was calling all the shots.

Mandy went and showered, before returning back in her comfy pj's. I showered after her, as best I could with the chastity on. We sat some more finishing the wine talking more openly than we had in a long while. It was clear that I was selfish in thinking I was the only one who had a sexual need in our relationship and for too many years, Mandy had been neglected.

I knew this had to change in order to save my marriage.