"So you are close to perpetual ecstasy?" Candy asked.

"In a way, yes." Tom said, "But I'm not ready for a full homosexual experience." He pressed Candy's hand on his cock. I wouldn't mind if you put a condom on me, reddened my cock with your lips, put the tip in your mouth while I masturbated, but I don't want anything kinky. Whatever way I masturbate, I'm still in control. My hand on top of your hand on top of the panties being rubbed on my cock leaves me in control. If I decide when and how I will cum, I'm still possessed of myself. If not, I am a slave to something outside me. Do you see what I mean?"

"I see I didn't make a mistake in deciding to let you in on my secret life. If you stay yourself then Sally stays your wife and all she knows is you are especially horny these days. That's good. Whatever you do, don't leave Sally. Besides, one of those packs of panties I bought today is for her. I figure if I wear her panties the least I can do is add to her supply. You can tell them they are from you. ok?"

Tom said he'd like that and wanted to celebrate his new discoveries with her. The extreme height of his sexual excitement today would allow a couple of orgasms, one for him and one for Sally. He knew it sounded funny to ration them like that, but his male mechanism was not up to several orgasms a day, so he had to sublimate in the orgasm department. He decided to leave his silkies with Candy, but he couldn't imagine living without them.

Candy said it would be ok to leave his silkies and in fact he could put them in the dresser drawer directly over Helen's, but in the long run he'd probably want to find space in his home, meaning he'd have to tell Sally about his love for silkies.

"Take my word for it," Candy said, "Sally can get used to the idea over time, but don't rush her. Let her feel your renewed stiffness and think it is her own magnetism. That way you'll both benefit from your new discovery. OK? Tell her you got excited when you bought her panties and that you are going to wear a pair yourself. Don't ask her permission because that puts her on the spot. Tell her you've decided to do it."

"I gather you explored the same territory with Helen once upon a time. I also gather that to some degree at least, it must have worked. Now can I watch you masturbate in my wife's panties?"

A week later Tom phoned to say Sally was going to a baby shower and did Candy wanted to come over to watch the game? Since Candy was not into sports, he figured Tom was using a code to fool Sally. "I take it I'm not to arrive in drag," Candy said. "That's ok but I'll bring a shopping bag of our stuff to change into to obey. Tell me when I get there what color panties Sally was wearing today."

After Sally had left, Tom said she was in yellow and then he and Candy went directly to the bedroom, got naked, and tried on their silkies with Candy kneeling in front of Sally's lingerie drawer and going ga-ga as Tom rubbed each pair of his wife's panties on her. Then they tried on Sally's nightgowns and clowned in front of the mirror to see who could produce the biggest tentpole.

Tom confessed it was a huge erotic thrill to be wearing silkies in his own home and to be playing games with Candy's cock in the four-poster bed he and Sally slept in. He said it seemed so super joyful as they entwined their nyloned legs that he couldn't think of it as betrayal. After all, Candy was not another woman. But rubbing his nyloned legs against Candy's was a thrill beyond imagining. Well, it was right up there with rubbing silken panties on each other's cocks.

"Does Sally know you wear silk panties?" Candy asked.

"Not yet," Tom said, "but I'll tell her soon. I just have a feeling that if she rejects the idea I'll be left dangling in the wind. When I tell her I want to be pretty sure of her response so I don't have to sneak around in my silkies."

Candy said it would be better to risk telling than to get caught. It would also be good if he could somehow get her to read some books on cross-dressers to learn they are not homosexuals or drag queens but just men (perhaps six percent of the population) who get off on wearing women's clothing. Candy suggested he buy her another package of panties and show her the panties he had bought for himself. If she got upset and asked if he was going to wear a skirt too Tom should deny that. He could always change his mind later. One step at a time. It was not a conspiracy against Sally but against a social mindset that rejected men in women's clothing.

Tom said he had never been so motivated in his life and promised to bring up the topic with Sally soon.

Candy said it was all about the fullness of life. She wanted Tom to have a great sex life with Sally, an enhanced sex life, and she wanted to share as much of his enhanced life as she could. She tried to say that life was not all orgasms but she realized Tom would know just as much about that as she would. That's what made him so special.

She also realized that the future of their relationship was problematical. There were no models to go by, no guidelines. But in the final analysis she wondered what guidelines there were in life for any of us? What, indeed, is it all about?

The End

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