I was in the ensuite off the bathroom applying the last of my make-up to complete my transformation from Martin to 'Michele' when I heard the disturbance. My wife Kerry was waiting for me in the bedroom nursing a gin and tonic. We had just returned from a boring party and I had convinced Kerry that tonight should be our 'monthly special'.

Kerry and I are in our mid 40's and she has known about, and tolerated, my crossdressing from early on in our marriage. She puts up with it because she loves me, and knows that I am faithful to her and in no way homosexual. Kerry permits me to dress and have sex with her while she is dressed in nice elegant clothing about once a month. She realises it is my fetish and thinks if she doesn't allow me my monthly 'treat', I might go elsewhere to get my special pleasures. Kerry actively participates in my crossdressing pleasures, likes the sex and has got used to me being dressed and made up. She assists me in buying clothes, lingerie and make-up.

Tonight she was dressed rather sophisticated for the cocktail party. She is wearing a nice beige suit with a skirt that comes to just above the knee, sheer taupe pantyhose, a lilac teddy, and matching nylon panties. The ensemble is completed with a smart shoulder bag and steel grey court shoes. She looks very attractive for her age and I have been looking at her all night with the intention of 'having' her dressed just as she is. Lucky for me Kerry has had a few gin and tonics at the party and even though we left early she is quite tipsy and receptive to my request for a 'dress-up and play' session.

I decided to counter my wife's sophisticated look with a gaudy, slutty, look that includes 'hooker' style make-up. I dress in a black corset, under which I have donned my girdle to flatten my 45-year old man's belly. I wear 15 denier tan pantyhose as a foundation garment, because although I run an electric trimmer over my legs regularly, they are not fully shaven except for the tops of my thighs, ass, and around my cock and balls. I attached sheer nylon stockings to the garters on my corset and pull red nylon panties over them. I have painted my nails a bright red and shook them vigorously so they would dry in a hurry. I wear my favourite patent leather black 'come fuck me' high heels. I complete the look with full make-up including slutty red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and my brunette bob wig with the red highlights.

I look and feel like a real tart, just what I wanted.

"Martin, go and see what that noise is in the laundry," shouts Kerry through the ensuite door from where she is sitting on the bed.

"You know I'm 'Michele' when I'm dressed," I say.

"Well just go and let the fucking dog in will you, before breaks the fucking door down," she scolds.

I can tell by her language that she has had more than enough to drink. This excites me because she becomes a 'rough diamond' when drunk. She swears a lot, and is more demanding when me make love. My small penis gives a little twinge of anticipation in my panties as I totter through the bedroom on my high heels on the way to check out the banging coming from the laundry. I notice Kerry has removed her jacket and is sitting on the bed, I want to hurry back because I really want to fuck her as she is, and I don't want her to undress.

"I'm letting the fucking dog in, then I'm coming back to fuck you darling, so be prepared," I say as I pass her. She reaches out and pats my ass,

"Promises, promises," she laughs and takes another gulp of her drink. I walk faster as my arousal grows.

"Fucking dog always wants to come in at the worst times," I mutter under my breath.

"Don't know why we have the fucking animal," I curse and open the door to the laundry.

The small laundry has a door opposite to the one I just opened. It leads outside to a small courtyard where we have our washing line (It's probably just as well the courtyard can't be seen from street given some of the items of clothing that often hang on that line).

As I step into the laundry I stop suddenly as I realise something is wrong. The outside door is standing wide open and I can make out two large figures standing in the gloom.

"Get that cunt bitch, shut her the fuck up, and lets get this fucking door closed before neighbours hear anything," a rough voice says.

A squat powerful man looms out of the dark, puts a hand over my mouth and starts to drag me back inside the corridor that leads to the bedrooms. I hear the laundry door slam shut as I'm dragged on my heels into the main bedroom. I'm so stunned I haven't said a word. Kerry is so shocked she drops her glass and just stares as I am thrown on to the bed beside her.

"That's right you two fucking bitches, you just shut the fuck up if you don't want to get seriously belted," says the second of the two assailants as he enters.

"Joey, get these two old cows tied up while I look around. And the next time you tell me that there is no one home in the house we are about to turn over, there better fucking not be or I'll tie you up, you dumb fuck!" the larger and obviously the leader of the two snarls.

Joey slaps me back on the bed; he gives me a funny look but he is too busy at the moment to worry any further about me, he can see I'm in shock.

"Ok you old bitch, get your fancy arse over on that chair," he growls at Kerry and half drags her into the chair near the vanity.

"Park you arse and sit still or you get this," he says waving a fist in her face.

She collapses in the chair and her opens a drawer in the vanity and takes out some scarves to tie her up with. He firmly ties her ankles to the legs and her wrists to the arms of the chair. Tied like this her legs are spread and I notice him look up her skirt at her exposed nylon encased thighs and silky panty crotch. He reaches into another draw and extracts a pair of pantyhose that he ties around her mouth as a gag.

I am now slightly recovered from the shock of this home invasion and make to get off the bed. Joey pushes me back on the bed easily, he is half my age and his strength is obvious in his tanned muscled arms.

"Sit back there you dumb cunt," he laughs; and I realise that he has figured out I am a man dressed as a woman. I don't know whether I am more ashamed of myself for being unable to protect my wife or being caught dressed as a woman.

He yells out,

"Hey Frank, this other sad old slag is a fucking man dressed up as a sorry looking slut of woman."

I hear Frank clattering around in the other rooms.

"I'll be there in a minute, just keep the cunts quiet while I get the silver and any other shit worth taking," he calls back.

"You fucking panty boy homo gutless prick, you should see yourself you silly old fat tranny," he sneers at me and laughs.

"At least you wife ain't as ugly as you, you fag hag." I just sit there stunned on the bed as he pulls open my wife's skirt and slides his hand up her thigh.

Now I know this is going go to go from bad to worse as Frank comes back in the room.

"Looks like you're having fun," he chuckles at Joey as watches him slide his hands over my wife's thighs and up to her panty crotch.

"Now you fucking sorry looking tranny hag, if you behave yourself and tell me where your cash is, I might just be able to stop Joey from raping you wife," he glares at me.

"So be fucking quick and don't stuff me about!"

"In her bag there, she has a purse; and my wallet is on the dresser beside the bed," I squeal as I watch the squat, powerful thief molest my wife.

Feelings of helplessness again overcome me; I am disgusted with myself for just sitting here watching Kerry squirm under the hands of this thug. Frank empties my wallet and Kerry's purse of cash and credit cards.

"I've changed my mind, I think I'll let Joey rape the old lady while just sit here on the bed and enjoy the entertainment," he laughs.

He jumps on the bed beside me and pulls a knife from his belt, waving it under my nose he says,

"Just behave sissy or you both get some of this; show him Joey."

Joey pulls an identical knife and proceeds to cut the front buttons from my wife's dress. She squirms in the chair but can do nothing to stop him. Her dress falls open to reveal her lilac teddy and matching panties. Joey can't keep his hands off her; he drops the knife pulls down the top of her teddy and commences to stroke her pussy through her panties and sheer hose.

Kerry tries to pull away and realises that fighting against the bonds is useless. I see a resigned look come over her face as she submits to this pervert's touch. Joey is laughing now as he gets very excited; he opens his trousers and displays a pudgy, thick, red cock. It glistens with pre-come. He commences to rub his phallus all over my wife's tits as she again begins to struggle feebly.

"Now I'm going to remove that gag, but if you make one fucking peek, Frank over there is going to cut off your fag husband's cock, ok?"

Frank pulls me too him and places his knife against my cock through the sheer fabric of my nylon panties, amazingly my cock actually begins to twinge and become semi-erect; I can't believe it! Joey pulls the pantyhose gag from around my wife's head; he straddles her and commences to force his cock into her mouth. She squirms to try and prevent him but he is too strong.

"Looks like your wife ain't much of a cocksucker girly," Frank laughs.

"Hey look at this Joey, this pervert is getting off on his wife being head fucked," he says as he pulls down the front of my panties to revel my semi-hard cock pushing against my pantyhose.

"This tranny must have a pantyhose and stocking fetish just like us mate because he's got pantyhose on under his panties and stockings on over them."

He roughly grabs my now erect cock through the sheer nylon and gives it a shake.