About a month ago my wife caught me dressed. We had been trying to make a go of living together, and I really really tried to resist the temptation to dress up. But one night she went out to visit her sister and I felt the old urges. I fought so hard, but found Mandi taking over and leading me to the bedroom, to my wardrobe, the box i had packed Mandi's things in.

My hands trembled as i laid out a sexy lacy pair of black panties, caressing the smooth material. A matching bra, loving the firm elastic straps. Stockings with a pretty pattern. I stripped and stood by the mirror in the wardrobe door as i stepped into the panties and pulled them up my smooth legs, feeling the lace gently scvratch my skin, seeing my cock..my clitty disappear inside the feminine prison. Then putting my arms through the bra   straps, feeling the delicious restraint as i pulled the straps together and fastened them, caressing the cups, loving the way  it feminised my shape. Then rolling the stockings up my legs..oh god the feeling of nylon against my skin..

And standing in front of the mirror and seeing how girly i looked, running my hands over my pantied ass, feeling for  the bud of my..pussy. Dreaming they were the hands of my muscular lover, my fingers his hard, hungry cock..

And   before i knew it, the door was opening. i tried to undress but my hands were too clumsy to unfasten the bra and before i knew it she was in the doorway on her way to the toilet.

She screamed at me about how it all made sense now, how sick i am, what a pathetic excuse for a man. I had to stand there and take it. It didn't help that although I felt ashamed, embarrassed and guilty my clitty was hard inside my panties. She eventually stormed out and has been staying with her sister ever since. I was upset, but equally playing the incident over in my mind is the hottest expereince since i dressed for the first time.

I dont know what to do next.