I told my wife up front that i sometimes enjoyed wearing women's clothes. I expected her to run and hide, she didn't. She also said she did not wish to participate. now 22 years later, she gives me her schedule a week in advance, and we have a rule that applies to both of us, we call before coming home, as much for both letting the other know, and what route we will use, in case something happens.
There have been a couple of times when she surprised me by pulling up unannounced, and i have made the 'mad dash' to the bedroom to change, it is usually accompanied by a ' oh sorry, i forgot to call'. The paranoia on my part is a reflection of the horrific response i got from wife one and the disastrous ruination of that marriage. (in hind site a great thing as i now have my current wife).
While this all seems great, she has never seen me dressed although she has discovered where some of my underthings were kept. as far as i know, she has never looked there again. She has made a couple of attempts to open the door to discussion, but i was not ready. but thanks to these pages and all of you, that may change soon.
so for me dadt is just that. I can go a head and dress, and i won't tell you about it, and i know you dress, i'll give you time, but i won't ask about it. Now that the kids are gone and we are both retired, the tenseness of the situation has dropped considerably and i have plenty of time to enjoy Marsha. The door has opened up a bit to full disclosure and sharing, (when i am ready to take that step). My fear is still very strong and it will start with a lot of discussion.
