Caught

[Man_Abroad]

I'm a very closeted crossdresser and I don't get a lot of opportunities to dress so when I do, I tend to get carried away with myself. Today I very nearly got caught "in the act" so to speak. I just managed to cover up before a family member appeared. I mean like seconds before. The adreneline rush was very intense resulting in me cumming HARD under a towel when said family member was talking to me.

Has anyone genuinely been walked in on while do something that would otherwise be a secret? How did it play out?

 

[PissKitten]

Oh my goodness! I get embarrassed ridiculously easy (and have a terrible masochistic love of embarassment) so I can only begin to imagine how that experience was for you! I've had two similar though quite as intense experiences.

The first that comes to mind is a little trivial in comparison and happened early on in my relationship when I was just starting to date my now spouse. I was at his place one afternoon while he was at work and decided to indulge in some self-bondage since I didn't expect my partner home for a couple hours. Low and behold, as soon as I start to get to business, he opens the bedroom door and finds me tied on his bed. He simply walked backward right back out the room and shut the door. We haven't talked about it since.

The other situation happened a couple months later and is much more personal/important to me. He was in the living room playing video games and I was in the bedroom. I had bought my first realistic looking cock and was trying it on. Again, he walked in on me. I was beyond mortified - instant cold sweats and dizziness for fear of how he'd react. He knew I was genderqueer but had no clue I like to wear cocks nor had he known I bought that one. Long story short, that night was the first night I got to make love to him, and I wouldn't change that experience for the world, despite the major embarrassment in the heat of being caught. It's still a very treasured memory after all these years.

 

[richfun]

Oh my goodness! I get embarrassed ridiculously easy (and have a terrible masochistic love of embarassment) so I can only begin to imagine how that experience was for you! I've had two similar though quite as intense experiences.

The first that comes to mind is a little trivial in comparison and happened early on in my relationship when I was just starting to date my now spouse. I was at his place one afternoon while he was at work and decided to indulge in some self-bondage since I didn't expect my partner home for a couple hours. Low and behold, as soon as I start to get to business, he opens the bedroom door and finds me tied on his bed. He simply walked backward right back out the room and shut the door. We haven't talked about it since.

The other situation happened a couple months later and is much more personal/important to me. He was in the living room playing video games and I was in the bedroom. I had bought my first realistic looking cock and was trying it on. Again, he walked in on me. I was beyond mortified - instant cold sweats and dizziness for fear of how he'd react. He knew I was genderqueer but had no clue I like to wear cocks nor had he known I bought that one. Long story short, that night was the first night I got to make love to him, and I wouldn't change that experience for the world, despite the major embarrassment in the heat of being caught. It's still a very treasured memory after all these years.

Wonderful ! X and love your name

 

[GloriHoleLover2]

So long ago...

I was secretly dressing up in my older sisters underwear and clothing...mid-1960s stuff...lacy bikini panties...white, lacy garter belt (hey, every girl wore them before the pantyhose arrived!)...white fishnet stockings...a bra stuffed with socks. Even those silly (but, at the time, pretty sexy) "go-go boots" of hers fit me! Did I feel like one sexy gurl!

All my peers were wearing their hair long by then and I was no exception...except that, when I was alone, I'd put my pretty, shoulder length hair up in a cute, off-center ponytail at the top of my head! A little of Sister's makeup and I was VERY passable!

One warm, sunny day, my mom and both my older sisters were out for the day, at work I thought, so I dressed up completely in a leisurely manner, thinking I had the whole day to myself.

Imagine my shock when I heard our front door open and my sister's footsteps heading to her bedroom...where I was admiring myself in the full-length mirror on the back of her door! I was busted and I just froze! I'll never forget that door flying open...or the look on her face...or the gasp of her breath...when she saw me...her little brother-turned sister standing there!

At first, Sis turned red and chewed me out about being in her room and playing with her clothing! But, she soon began to cool off and we actually sat on her bed and had a good "rap!" She said I actually looked kind of cute...but she didn't want me wearing her clothes any more! But, she really surprised me when she went into several of her less used drawers and dug out some of her older items of underwear, including an old training bra, and gave them to me to keep! She even let me have a pair of older, chunky-heel, strappy sandals that fit me!

She then asked me how it made me feel when I dressed as a girl, and I told her it made me feel really good...sexy. And then, of course, she asked the inevitable question...Was I a "queer"? Well, I was caught, so why not be honest? That day she learned that her brother liked men!

Sister really seemed quite OK with the whole scene and we became very best friends from that day on! So getting caught isn't always so bad!

But...so long ago...

 

[Man_Abroad]

Amazing stories thank you so much. When I think about it, it really is a miracle that I have never been interrupted in my whole sexual history. I have no wish to actually be caught only because it would change a lot for a lot of people, assuming the grapevine does what it does. That's a whole different story. That and being the one walking in on someone else

 

[PissKitten]

Thank you, richfun!

And yes, Abroad, I agree. The grapevine is a bitch. I could definitely understand how getting caught in a compromising position by someone who isn't as open (or who has loose lips) could be pretty life destroying. Still, the fantasy of being caught is an oldie but a goodie for a reason - plus fantasies don't have consequences!

 

[Jerseyshore]

So long ago...

I was secretly dressing up in my older sisters underwear and clothing...mid-1960s stuff...lacy bikini panties...white, lacy garter belt (hey, every girl wore them before the pantyhose arrived!)...white fishnet stockings...a bra stuffed with socks. Even those silly (but, at the time, pretty sexy) "go-go boots" of hers fit me! Did I feel like one sexy gurl!

All my peers were wearing their hair long by then and I was no exception...except that, when I was alone, I'd put my pretty, shoulder length hair up in a cute, off-center ponytail at the top of my head! A little of Sister's makeup and I was VERY passable!

One warm, sunny day, my mom and both my older sisters were out for the day, at work I thought, so I dressed up completely in a leisurely manner, thinking I had the whole day to myself.

Imagine my shock when I heard our front door open and my sister's footsteps heading to her bedroom...where I was admiring myself in the full-length mirror on the back of her door! I was busted and I just froze! I'll never forget that door flying open...or the look on her face...or the gasp of her breath...when she saw me...her little brother-turned sister standing there!

At first, Sis turned red and chewed me out about being in her room and playing with her clothing! But, she soon began to cool off and we actually sat on her bed and had a good "rap!" She said I actually looked kind of cute...but she didn't want me wearing her clothes any more! But, she really surprised me when she went into several of her less used drawers and dug out some of her older items of underwear, including an old training bra, and gave them to me to keep! She even let me have a pair of older, chunky-heel, strappy sandals that fit me!

She then asked me how it made me feel when I dressed as a girl, and I told her it made me feel really good...sexy. And then, of course, she asked the inevitable question...Was I a "queer"? Well, I was caught, so why not be honest? That day she learned that her brother liked men!

Sister really seemed quite OK with the whole scene and we became very best friends from that day on! So getting caught isn't always so bad!

But...so long ago...

My mom caught me when I was young and it led to a long talk when she realized that I was "different" and accepted me with love and kindness...very rare for the 1960s.

 

[PG564E]

Being caught avidly sucking a man's dick is a thrilling fantasy. I would be blowing a man in a gay bathhouse, and two men I work with who are gay, have entered the play room and sat nearby, in shock that it was me giving a passionate blowjob to a black man.

My eyes were closed in lust as my mouth made love to his massive black penis. He came in my mouth loudly, holding my head down on his long thick cock. I greedily drank all of his sperm and opened my eyes.

My 2 co-workers are hard and naked, smiling at me widely.

At first I am stunned, knowing that 2 men know I am now a cock sucker, and look at them blushing.

"We understand we know. Don't worry. You give a good blow job. Now suck ours and drink more of that thick cum that you really seem to like."

I move toward them and get on my knees. I bring both of their erections to my mouth. I lick both and kiss them. They put their hands on my shoulders and I go wild with lust. I suck both the heads, then want more meat so I suck on one and play with the other dick.

Soon, both my co-workers are breathing raspy, and I can feel their dicks grow even harder. I suck each dick two or tree times before switching hoping for an erotic miracle.

Both men shudder, and their dicks explode with hot sticky semen, filling my mouth, landing on my cheeks, chin, and I suck and swallow knowing that I will blow these men anytime I can.

I thank them for letting me blow them, and try to tell them how much it turned me on to do that, that now I understood why they were gay, and proud that my actions proved I was too now.

Although married, when a man falls in love with cock, he is never the same again.
And my secret was safe.

 

[jhane]

 

[SparkyMark1961]

I too am very closeted and would love to be open with my spouse but am so afraid of what her reaction would be and what would become of my secret. I'm not the best at communicating my feelings, and since I still have so many questions for myself, I'm not sure how well I can explain what I've been feeling for most of my life. At times, I have more at home time than my wife so have plenty of opportunity to dress. Sometimes I keep it simple and sometimes I go with full makeup. Can't imagine how successful the fire drill would be if I heard the front door open while I was in all girl mode. I imagine my whole body would be shaking with fear.

That describes me, almost to a T, although I haven't gone the make up route.
The wife would be so pissed.