I became my father-in-law's "second wife"

I've always been into dressing like a woman, and my biggest regret in life was never coming out and just living as a woman.

One night five years ago, I was at my in-law's house because my wife's mother had just passed away. I was in her bedroom from her youth, and thought I was alone in the house. I dug out her wedding dress, laid on the bed, and started using one of her vibrators.

Next thing I know I felt the bed moving and snapped out of my ** haze to see my father in law climbing onto the bed between my legs. He didn't say a word, and I was too stunned to move. Suddenly, he unzipped his pants, laid on top of me, and entered me. He called me his wife's name while he ** me, although he kept kissing me and caressing me like a woman, so it was more like making love. After he came, he went into the bathroom and cleaned up, came back and told me that next time my wife was scheduled to be out of town, I would come over and I'd wear the dress again but this time we would get married.

I thought he was joking, but the next time she was out of town for a week, she said that "dad needs help at the house" and asked me to stay over. He made me put the gown on, we went into the backyard under this gazebo, and he had me do the wedding vows to "love, honor, and obey" by new husband. Then we went back in the house and made love again, with him again calling me by his late wife's name.

For the next three years, I was secretly his wife. We even went out a few times to big cities a few hours from where he lived so we could do things like square dancing and dinners.

After he died, we moved into his old house, and I can't shake the memories of being his wife. I kind of liked being a wife. If my wife knows anything about it, she's never said a word.

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