I sat in my office just yesterday going through the messages I receive from members. There was yet another one asking how a member should talk to their wife about dressing. As I worked through the message it became evident that my member had decided one day to tell his wife all about it.
“I couldn’t hide it any longer,” they wrote. “So I told her about the dressing and that I’d been dating several men. It devastated her.”
I shook my head in sadness. Of course it broke the poor woman’s heart.
I wrote back to my member saying that whilst what is done is done, he might want to limit just how much truth he delivers in one sitting.
The conversation did raise a very interesting point though. To accept a husbands crossdressing is a massive challenge, but to do so and learn that there had been an affair – or multiple affairs – surely that would be too much for any marriage to withstand.
I decided that in the quest to retain marital harmony it might be wiser to limit just how much truth one reveals at a time. I personally do not feel that crossdressing need be tied directly to dating men. Of course it’s highly exciting, and dressing does make one feel euphoric, but this should probably not be mistaken for a great state to make sexual decisions one is going to regret later. Better to spend the energy gradually persuading a partner to accept it.
I will talk about polyamory in another series, however the kernel of truth does remain; no wife wants to be told you’ve had an affair with either a man or a woman after the fact. Discovering such news can hardly be expected to yield a positive result, nor will it pave the way to it being ok to slip into your wife’s panties.
So, at this point in the journey to help the wife understand a need to crossdress, I think it very wise to consider just how much one is going to reveal when one does.
For the moment, building up to the point at which one does reveal all it’s obviously prudent to limit the amount of truth one is going to impart. Let’s just say, we’re going to give her what she can handle.
So, clad in kilt and ready to share a little more, I decided it was time for my wife and I to have a little chat.