When Linda and I got together, I didn’t actually know Linda.

In fact, when Linda and I first got together, Linda went by Larry, and he was one of the most stereotypically macho men I’d ever dated. He worked in construction, loved grilling and eating meat, and always had a five-o’clock shadow and dirt under his nails. As far as I knew, the only time he had contact with women’s lingerie was when he was ripping it off of whichever woman he was bedding on a given night. But when we became exclusive, things changed.

The first hint I got of Linda was when Larry invited me to spend the weekend with him at his cabin in the country. When we were showering together, I noticed that all the toiletries were very feminine — floral-scented soaps and shampoos, pink women’s razors and exotic lotions. At first, I thought he’d done all that for me, but then I realized that the bottles were half empty, and I didn’t think he’d leave leftovers from a previous relationship lying around; he was a macho man, but he wasn’t stupid. So I asked him about it. “When I come up here, I like to really relax, and women’s products just have a more soothing scent,” he told me. When I pushed him further, about the girlie razors, he claimed he liked them because “they’re better at navigating delicate skin” and left his face feeling nice and soft — when he bothered to give himself a clean shave, anyway. It all sounded reasonable to me, so I didn’t ask any more questions.

A few months later, when he cleaned out a dresser drawer for me, I discovered another of Linda’s secrets. Searching for my emptied space, I’d opened the wrong drawer and discovered a few pairs of large lace-trimmed panties mixed in with his boxers. When I asked him about them, he admitted, a bit bashfully, that he sometimes liked to wear them at home because of how soft they felt against his skin. He asked if it bothered me to know that he sometimes wore women’s underwear, and I told him that as long as he promised not to borrow mine, I didn’t mind. “Maybe you can model yours for me some time,” I suggested playfully. And eventually, he did — and he looked as sexy as hell in his panties, too, let me tell you.

But the big reveal came a few months after that, when Larry asked me to move in with him. “Before you agree, though,” he said, “I need to tell you something. You know how I like to wear women’s panties sometimes? Well, it’s not just the underwear that I like. I sometimes do my hair and makeup, too. And put on a bra. And a dress.”

I looked at him for a moment, silently absorbing his words, before I responded. “Okay,” I said. “Would you mind showing me?”

He seemed nervous, but he agreed. And then he started to get ready.

“He looked as sexy as hell in his panties, let me tell you.”

I followed him into the bathroom and joined him in the shower, wanting to see the process up close. When he reached for his shampoo, I stopped him and handed him the jasmine-scented one I’d purchased for my own use. “I think it’s more appropriate, don’t you?” He smiled and nodded, pouring a dollop of fragrant shampoo into his palm. When he reached up to scrub his hair, I encouraged him to let me do it instead. He dropped his hands, letting me massage his scalp sensually.

After the suds were rinsed out, I lathered up my bath sponge with some of my moisturizing body wash and started to run it over his body. I started at his shoulders and moved down his arms, then washed his chest, his abs, his legs. Then I turned him around and scrubbed his back, his ass, and, finally, his hardening cock. After making sure I’d caressed every inch of him, I fisted my hand around his dick and started jerking him off. He was about to show me his feminine side, but first, I wanted to make sure his masculine side was satisfied.

I tightened my hand around his shaft and stroked back and forth, my tits pressing against his back as I worked his cock. He grunted as I jacked him off, telling me I should stop or he’d blow, but I wanted to make him come, so I kept going, pumping even faster.

Larry groaned loudly when he climaxed, and I watched as his cream shot out and was whisked down the drain with the remaining soap bubbles from our shower. Then I turned off the water and followed Larry out of the tub to continue his beauty routine.

After we’d toweled off, he pulled a pink razor out of his medicine cabinet and lathered up his face with a thin layer of shaving cream. Then, with short, careful movements, he shaved the stubble off his cheeks, his chin, his jawline, his upper lip. When he rinsed off his face, his cheeks were smoother than I’d ever felt in all the months we’d been dating. That made me even more eager; I wanted to see him dressed up. With my excitement mounting, I followed him into the bedroom, where he’d don his feminine finery.

Larry went to his dresser and reached into his underwear drawer, where I’d first found his panty stash a few months earlier. After rustling around a bit, he dug out a lacy black bralette and a satin thong with lace ruffles around the leg holes. He shimmied into his panties first, then pulled his bralette on over his head, and when he’d settled both pieces of lingerie onto his strong, muscular body, he turned and let me get a good look at him.

It’s not that I was expecting to be turned off by his lingerie-wearing, but I hadn’t expected to be turned on, either. Yet I was — desperately so. I found myself insanely attracted to him, but I found it difficult to believe that all he owned was the lingerie and a dress or two. So I asked him if there was more to his look. “I have high heels,” he confessed with a blush. “And a wig.”

I implored him to put them on, too, and though his wig was a bit low-quality and his shoes were clearly bargain-basement heels, seeing him all dolled up like that made my pussy wet in an instant. I licked my lips, unable to contain my arousal, and asked Larry if his new persona had a name. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Linda.” And that was it. I was a goner.

I quickly crossed the room to where Linda was standing, modeling her ensemble for me, and stood on my tiptoes to kiss her. Her cheeks were so incredibly soft, and when her hands wrapped around my naked body, pulling me closer, the lace of Linda’s lingerie scratched against my bare flesh — and it felt fantastic! I’d never been with another woman before, and I’d never been attracted to ladies, but seeing Larry dressed up as Linda and getting to feel her lingerie-clad body pressed against mine made me understand why men were so fascinated with lingerie catalogs and why they loved seeing women in only their underwear. Sure, the near-nakedness was appealing, but so was the fact that they weren’t totally naked. What a beautiful tease.

As I continued to kiss Linda, I pulled her toward the bed and collapsed onto the mattress, dragging her down on top of me. We shifted farther back on the bed, and I luxuriated in having Linda above me, kissing me. I felt an erect cock pressing hard against me through Linda’s panties, which made my pussy ache. I needed Linda to fuck me.

I pushed aside the crotch of Linda’s undies and pulled out the cock I craved, guiding it toward my hot, wet center. I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her closer, forcing her into me. And then Linda began to thrust. She pumped furiously into me, her hips slapping hard against mine, and between the thrusting and the feel of the lacy lingerie rubbing against my naked skin, I was on the verge of an orgasm in only a few short minutes.

Linda came moments after I did, and then she rolled off me and we cuddled together for a post-sex nap.

Larry and I have been together for three years now, and Linda makes regular appearances in our bedroom. We’ve even discussed bringing Linda out on the town one day. If we do, I promise to let you know how it goes!

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