MBiWM with lingerie fetish looking for someone with same interest. Inexperienced but looking for something to fill the void. I am just a regular guy with a need for more than the wife can give. Must be very discreet.

Well, I had a similar interest. I secretly liked to wear women's lingerie but had kept this a secret from all my friends. Since I lived with two roommates, it was difficult to be alone to enjoy my fantasy. I had bought some clothes, usually at a nearby town at a discount store that usually wasn't very busy.

Therefore I could browse in the ladies underwear section without lots of women looking on. I also had gone to that town's Salvation Army store. They never cared what you bought and it was usually very cheap.

At home I could only dress up in the privacy of my room and usually would get so excited wearing these forbidden clothes that I would always masturbate and get a wonderful release. Here, with this ad, was my chance to meet someone who shared the same interests. I wasn't sure what he meant by the phrase, "more than the wife can give", but I would soon find out. I had contacted him by email and we had written back and fourth for some weeks now. Turns out that he and his wife hadn't been having sexual relations for some time. Seems she had been going through what we men referred to as "the change". For Bill this meant no more sex. They still were happy and involved. His wife just wasn't interested in sex anymore no matter how romantic he tried to make it.

For a long time he had tried to be very attentive to her and spoke to her of his needs but she remained adamant she was just no longer interested. So as not to make it a wall between them, Bill had resigned himself to no more sexual relations. He still loved his wife and didn't want to affect the marriage in any way so that left out relations with another woman. He took up some sports with some of his friends like golf and fishing. The guys would go off on a Saturday and have a "male bonding" session.

His wife had no objections. She encouraged his interests so he would probably have other outlets for his energy and wouldn't bother her about having sex. This worked for quite some time, but he still had the nagging sexual urges. He began by masturbating in the shower and when alone at home using his wife's underwear he would find in the hamper. It didn't take long to go from pulling off with his manhood surrounded by his wife's slip in his hand to wearing the slip and masturbating in it.

The next steps were wearing additional underwear until what he called his feminine stage where he would dress up in complete female outfits, including wigs and heels. He kept his clothing out in a box in the garage and had kept it a secret from everyone, including his wife. Bill felt that if she knew of his kinky interest that with her lack of interest in sex she would at the least be hurt and at the most divorce him as being queer. This led him finally to the Internet to try to find someone who could understand his crossdressing interest. Then he could at least talk to an unknown person on the Internet who understood. This might even lead to get-togethers over coffee for sharing interests and feelings and now it had led to a chance to dress up together. Saturday was the day we had agreed to meet. Bill had gone out with his fishing gear with the appropriate excuse. We couldn't meet at my place. As at least one of my roommates was sure to be around some part of the day and I couldn't explain why I had another man in my room with the door closed and locked, now could I? Since Bill was very afraid of being caught by his wife for playing in his fantasy we had agreed to meet in a neutral location. We were going to meet at the trailhead of a local hiking trail. We could leave our cars there with little chance of being connected with our illicit meeting. Then we would go some way into the woods and go off where we could be alone and not seen and be together.

What we had planned to do was somewhat vague. We had only talked around the subject but had each promised to "dress up" in lingerie under our outside clothes for the meeting.

I arrived a few minutes early, pulled in and parked.

I pretended to be getting out my hiking gear, a walking stick and a small daypack.

The daypack carried a large water bottle, both to drink and if I needed some to wash off anything, a small towel, again for cleanup and a small square blanket. If I were going to be sitting on the ground I didn't want to sit in the leaves or grass. Then I wouldn't have to explain any grass stains or leaves in my socks or underwear. None of the cars already in the parking lot was Bill's. He said he would be driving a small red car. A few minutes later a red car came along which slowed and turned in.

The driver got out, a man about mid 50's with graying hair. "Hi, going hiking, " he asked? "Yes, I'm supposed to meet someone here, " I said.

"Well my name is Bill, are you John?" he asked. "Yes, I guess you are the one I am waiting for, " I added. "We might as well start in before anyone else comes along and we can talk on the way, " he continued. Even as he said this I could sense his nervousness and not wanting to be seen here. It wasn't until we had gone some way down the trail, chatting about hiking, exercise and such that he asked where were we going.

I told him that I knew where we could get off the trail up over a hill and into a place where we would not be seen by anyone.

I had once used it to camp here overnight even though you were not supposed to camp anywhere in this forest but in the developed campsites.

We traveled about one half mile down the trail until finally I determined we were near the area and we would now head off into the brush. "Take big steps, " I said.

"That way we don't leave any trail to suggest someone has gone this way". Pretty soon we had climbed over the top of the hill and across an open field and beyond into some deep pines.

Shortly inside the tree line there was a depression in the ground big enough to camp in.

"Here was the spot, " I said, "You can put a tent in here and no one who is going by could casually see in here.

And we can see anyone coming before they see us.

" "That's very clever, " Bill said.

Since Bill seemed nervous, as was I, someone would have to make the first move. "Why don't you tell me what you wore for lingerie today Bill?" I asked. "We can start there.

" Bill described that he had on a black bra and black full cut panties with a white garter belt and stockings and a matching black half slip. I responded by telling him what I had on underneath.

I had skipped the stockings and garter belt but had on three pairs of different colored panties and a white bra and full white slip. I told him I preferred multiple panties because it made touching myself softer.

I could see the description had begun to make him hard and could see the bulge already forming in his pants. "So this is what you are into now that you and your wife don't have sex, " I said as I spread my blanket on the ground for us to stand on and be out of the pine needles and leaves. "Just about anything when it comes to me wearing stuff like this, " he responded. I could see him getting harder as he talked. I remembered he had said in one of his e-mails that his nipples were sensitive and he liked to fondle them to get himself hot. So as he was describing some of the times he had thought about telling his wife about his dressing up I stepped closer and reached for his shirt buttons and began to unbutton him. He halted in mid sentence. "Go ahead, continue, " I said, "I'll just help you with these". We continued and I unbuttoned one button after another, pulling his shirt out from his pants to get the last two buttons. Opening his shirt back revealed his black bra. I judged it was a B cup as there was some empty room in the cups but it was a sheer nylon one you could see through so you could see his nipples already rock hard. "These are sensitive,