The day that I found out my husband liked wearing female underwear was a changing point in our marriage. I still loved him very much he was a good provider for the household, but things were going to have to change as part of the acceptance of this new bit of information. I called him out on it when he got home from work that day and he got down on his knees and begged me to understand that it was just something that had always been part of who he was. I made him beg until the tears were streaming down his face, and then he said the magic words that any good dominating wife loves to hear. “Honey I will do anything”
The day that I found out my husband liked wearing female underwear was a changing point in our marriage. I still loved him very much he was a good provider for the household, but things were going to have to change as part of the acceptance of this new bit of information. I called him out on it when he got home from work that day and he got down on his knees and begged me to understand that it was just something that had always been part of who he was. I made him beg until the tears were streaming down his face, and then he said the magic words that any good dominating wife loves to hear. “Honey I will do anything”