One day my wife caught me in panties. I had put on her panties thinking she was sleeping, but she caught me in the bag.It's hard to admit that I did it regularly from a very young age. I just said that I wanted to try to see. That day I felt that she didn't believe me. She surprised me another time with her stockings, I had to confess this fondness for women's underwear. Our intimate relationship was a little refreshed, I still made love to her, but I felt a kind of distance. And then I broke down crying in front of her, I confessed to her that I had liked to wear underwear since my earliest childhood. I told her that I didn't feel good about being a man, but that I really loved her and that she needed to understand me. For a year, she made an effort, together we bought underwear for me, I thought she understood me but I was wrong.One day she called me PD and a small dick. Twenty-five years together, two children and here I am humiliated. A size of 1.80 cm and 98 kg who is insulted by his wife, I did not know what to do or say. I stopped cross-dressing, but our intimacy took a hit, we hardly made love anymore, yet I still loved him.One day, I come home unexpectedly and find her in bed with a stranger. Without disassembling she tells me that he is a man and that he does not disguise himself as a chick. The guy starts laughing and he says to me: so you're the tafiole, the little dick. He pushes me around and orders me to undress. A little lost, I run. He laughs when he sees my penis and he tells me that I must never have done much harm to my wife, she laughs too. The guy is naked in front of me, he takes his cock in his hand, shaking i ...

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