Cross Dressing Affair as Jim Reveals His Secret Side

Every Thursday, Graham told his wife he was working late, and every Thursday he checked into the same quiet hotel downtown with a garment bag over his shoulder. Inside it waited a silk wrap dress the color of red wine, a pair of sheer stockings, and heels he had practiced walking in for months. In front of the mirror, with careful strokes of liner and a soft rose lipstick, Graham slowly gave way to Vivienne, and for a few hours each week the woman he had always kept hidden got to breathe.

Vivienne had a lover. His name was Theo, a mature man with silver at his temples and a voice like warm whiskey, and he had never once asked her to be anything other than exactly who she was. He would knock twice, step inside, and simply look at her for a long moment before pulling her close. His hands followed the line of her dress as though it were the most natural thing in the world, and Vivienne melted against him, giddy and nervous every single time.

Tonight, though, the knock came three times. When Vivienne opened the door, Theo was not alone. Standing beside him, arms folded and lips curved into a knowing smile, was Graham's wife, Celeste.

For a terrible heartbeat Vivienne could not speak. Then Celeste stepped forward, reached up, and gently fixed a stray curl at her temple. She explained that she had found the stockings months ago, that she had wondered, and then that she had decided she wanted to know this woman too. Theo was an old friend of hers, and the meetings had been her gift all along.

The fear in Vivienne's chest gave way to something warmer and far more dangerous. Celeste kissed her softly, tasting the rose lipstick, while Theo closed the door behind them. Whatever secret Graham had been keeping, the three of them were about to rewrite it together.