The Father in Law

I believe all people have some sexual “deviances”, most just keep them locked away inside because not everyone would understand or share the same desires. I know I’ve kept mine locked away. I married a wonderful woman who I love dearly, but she was raised by old fashioned, very religious parents. She wasn’t allowed to wear anything but ankle length dresses and long skirts until she was eighteen and could choose for herself. Her wardrobe has become more provocative since then, but she is still very backwards sexually. There is very little licking and sucking, and usually sex consists of the missionary position with me on top. Anything else just turns her off. So when I’m home alone I spend a lot of time on the internet living my desires out through downloaded videos.
As a teenager I was always terrified of getting caught masturbating. If I had only known that wouldn’t happen until I was twenty-nine those years probably would have been a little easier. Of course I probably would have been more terrified to know that when I finally did get caught that I would be spread eagle on the couch wearing a blouse, miniskirt and a thong. You see, that’s one of my “deviances”, I like to dress up in my wife’s dirty clothes and masturbate. I don’t want to go out in public and pick up men; I just like to jack off in drag.
Last Tuesday, there I was on the couch, about to cum in my wife’s panties when the front door opens and in walks my father-in-law, Chuck, with his hands full of things my wife had asked him to drop by for the yard sale we had this weekend. I don’t know who was more shocked, but I know any need I had to cum was suddenly gone.