I Prefer Vanilla Fudge to Straight Vanilla....

Well, I was in between two marriages. my former wife, with whom I had swung, HotWifed and eagerly participated in BDSM,and just about every kinky fetish imaginable literally decided one morning that she was "saved". no more play, no more sex. She said that she still loved me and wanted to stay together, so she had called a mutual girlfriend of ours that we frequently went to the swing clubs with. I was told by my wife that from then on, she was to be my play partner, sex partner and what ever more we wanted. it sounds hard to believe, but it's all true. She had invited her over to our home that Saturday night to"reintroduce us" to each other. Saturday came, my wife cooked a lovely dinner for all of us, she dressed suggestive but not slutty and we awaited the arrival of "Erika", I'll call her to protect her ID. ( She's married, too, but hubby has no idea of her real pass times.)
She arrived on the dot of  8PM. She wore a short bright crimson latex dress with black thigh high boots, a few studded cuffs and a collar with a large "D" ring. Pure unadulterated sex. I opened the door, greeted her, and gave her a small kiss hello. My wife saw us and stopped us, "That's how you great your new lover? Kiss her for real!". I did. We embraced and stayed locked together for minutes.Dinner went well, and afterwards Erika and i were off to the club to party.
That's the background story. time moves forward, our games become more kinky, and our love grows. I can see that this excited my wife, she demands to hear all the details of our dates, and it clearly makes her excited to hear me recount the night's play. Erika gets a key to our house, and can come and go as she sees fit. Middle of the night visits are not uncommon, with her climbing into bed along with us both.
Erika becomes entranced with the idea of water sports, piss play in the vernacular. She enjoys wetting her very tight jeans after a night of dancing and drinking while I place my hand over her crotch to accept the wetting. Then, one hot evening she decides to get onto her knees and allow me to soak her from top to bottom as she kneels in the parking lot of the club. A few nights of this and she says to me," You make me hot, but it would be so much hotter if you wore something sexy instead of your shorts." OK, I answered.
The next week, she arrived at my home with a bag containing a few pairs of brightly colored Victoria's Secret satin panties in  Black, Hot Pink, and Red..
"Put one on, baby.. the pink ones " she said. I was both turned on and a bit shy to do so. Guys don't wear satin panties, but the prospect of a hot night, and getting laid won out.
I must admit that I was turned on all evening, they felt great, soft, slippery and tight.  When it came time for our goodnight wetting games, she pulled my pants down, saw the panties and went wild. I hadn't peed all night, so the flood was large and wet her from head to toe. As we drove home, she told me that from then on, I would always wear girls panties when we went out. As time progressed, she added stockings and a garter belt to be worn under my clothes. Then, one night she came to the house with a small box. upon opening it, I saw a pair of black leather ankle boots with a 4 inch spike heel. "You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"NO way" she replied. You are already wearing stockings, panties and a garter belt, just slip the shoes on and tie them.
I did, my wife stood by and was visibly attracted to what I was doing. " You're turning him into a girl" she said. "Yes," was the reply "He makes a nice one, don't you think?" "I think so, too" my wife added.  I was trying to stand and walk as they talked about me. it turned out to be a snap to wear them, not hard to walk at all.

"Well, she will need a name, what do you think we should call her" Erika asked.  A few names were bantered around between them, and they settled on LYNN. So it was to be. "From now on, baby," Erika explained, " you will be LYNN to me, that's what I'll call you no matter where we are!" We went out to dinner, I was very self-conscious, but not uncomfortable. As the night wore on, I got more comfortable with my new identity. Erika told me that my wife knew in advance of what happened, and that she was taking me shopping tomorrow for a bra, falsies, and a wig."From now on, we will be three great girlfriends" she exclaimed. I agreed. that's how I started to cross dress, many years  ago.