Crossdressing (Ryoji/Kotoko) part 2/3
Ryoji’s heart went BA-THUMP! the way it had when he’d first set eyes on her, when she’d said yes after he’d finally got up the nerve to ask her on a date, when she’d accepted his proposal and agreed to be his wife.
“Really?”
She nodded.
Ryoji’s heart warmed and filled with gratitude for his wife’s understanding. He drew her into a tight hug. “I love the whole outfit.”
Kotoko fluttered her fingers through his longish red hair and said, “I’ll clear the table, why don’t you try it on?”
Ryoji grinned and collected the clothes. “I’ll be right back.”
While she waited for her husband to get dressed, Kotoko shed her work suit and was perfectly content to relax, barefoot and stripped down to her underwear, on their futon.
After several minutes, Ryoji appeared and struck a model-worthy pose. “Do you like it?”
It did register with him that his wife was wearing only her undergarments, but, while it was always an appreciated sight, it wasn’t so unusual. She liked to be comfortable.
Kotoko stood up and approached her husband, circling around him slowly to take in the entire look.
Everything fit him perfectly. The mini-skirt hugged his slim hips and showcased his slender thighs, the camisole top dipped low on his back to reveal his not overly-large, but still quite masculine muscles. The heels accentuated just how long and gorgeous his legs were. He’d gone with the jade earrings and even put on some scarlet lipstick.
Kotoko completed her assessment. Ryoji waited eagerly for her verdict.
Kotoko shook her head. “It makes you look like a slut.”
“But you picked it out!” He protested, stung by her harshness.
“I know.” Kotoko moved in to toy with the lacey edges of his blouse. “I didn’t say I don’t like it.”
She pushed him back against the wall and kissed him hard. When they broke for air, Kotoko had his lipstick smeared on her mouth.
“Kotoko,” Ryoji stared at her with wide eyes. She usually wasn’t so forceful.
She worked her finger into the top of his camisole blouse and slowly ran over the silk fabric, up to his shoulder. She twisted one of the straps around her index finger and tugged it down to reveal his nipple.
“I can’t help it,” she rubbed his exposed skin, her nails scratching lightly. “You’re just so pretty.”