Wearing A Bra In Front Of My Wife
Though my ex wife knew and was ok with me dressing at first I had never wore a bra in front of her, especially one that I had filled. On my own however, I loved to wear them and spent lots of time trying different ways to fill them and give them a “natural” look. I had tried, tissues, cotton wall, pairs of knickers, pantyhose rolled up, balloons filled with rice and even filled with water (not recommended – very heavy!).
I think that not wearing them in front of my wife (or previous girlfriends) was because it was maybe a step too far – from husband who wears skirts to husband that wants to look like a “real” girl.
That is not to say that I did not push out the boundaries where I could – I love smart but see through blouses and would wear them with a matching in colour cami underneath so that my ex could see the pretty straps and lace though the material of the blouse. She seemed to be ok with this.
One day though I was in my study dressed in my normal clothes and on the phone when she came in a whilst sorting out the washing picked up one of her bras and without a word to me, as I was still talking on the phone, put it on me over my t-shirt. She then proceeded to fill the cups with some panties, laughed and walked out of the room after surveying her handy work.
That really excited me and I wondered if that was a signal that she was ok with me wearing and filling them. That night as we made love I asked her if I could try to wear one whilst dressing – she said ok (though I am not sure now that it was not because her mind was occupied by our love making!). Anyway, I thought about this for days and my excitement built until I got to the next weekend when I could dress. This time I took one of my white bras out and lovingly put it on and filled it with some soft panties to get the best shape I could, and then put a lovely white lacy camisole over the top. Then finally I put on a white see through blouse and looked in the mirror and loved the sight that was before me – I could see my lacy camisole through the silky blouse, both the straps of my camisole AND my bra and best of all the lovely shape of my feminine form pushing against the material.
I put on some matching white panties, some silky pantyhose and skirt and my heels and went down stairs, my heart pumping with excitement. I went into the front room where my wife was watching TV and went over to her to see if she wanted a drink or anything – wanting for her to see my bra and breasts – wanting for her to comment on them.
Unfortunately, she did not seem to notice and after getting the drinks I sat on my sofa across the way from her. I kept waiting for her to notice and comment, but she seemed oblivious. I on my part kept looking down and loved what I saw and when passing a mirror on my way to the kitchen, stopped and took in the fantastic sight. After a couple of hours of the torture of my SO not noticing I could not stand it any longer and blurted out that I was very nervous this evening. She asked why? I told her that it was the first time I had worn a bra in front of her and sadly she said, “I don’t like you wearing them”. I was crestfallen – I went upstairs, took of the bra and girly clothes and dressed back in my normal clothes. That was the beginning of the end of my ex letting me dress in front of her.