Talking to my wife about exploring my feminine side was one of the hardest things I've done in my life.
How do you introduce the subject?
How do you break the news?
How will she react?
What if she's repulsed?
Luckily she listened and agreed to consider what I was saying, and over time was pretty accepting.
The second hardest thing I've done in my life was tell her I'd been thinking about cocks, wondering what it would be like to put one in my mouth. All of the same questions from before came screaming back into my head.
For whatever reason I started dropping hints instead of just sitting down with her and being honest.
For example I asked her, "Sweetie, why don't we take a day trip tomorrow? I was thinking we could take the ferry across the bay and find a hiking trail. It's almost peak foliage."
"Sure, Babe, that sounds like fun. Why don't you look up some trails before we go."
Then while I was preparing the backpack with supplies, I slipped a book into the bottom. Once we were settled on the ferry, I subtly took the book out and waited for her reaction. She was busy watching the scenery out of our window and didn't take any notice.
That's when I dramatically lay down with a big sigh. I put my head down by the window with the book covering my face.
That's when I heard my wife start giggling.
"Honey, is there something you want to talk about?" she asked.
Maybe my clue wasn't as subtle as I thought? I peeked sheepishly over the book and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
"Actually, there is..."
