Hope you don't mind me popping in, I'm a regular lurker and been dealing with my DH 's AGP/fetish behaviour for a good while. I'd never read this series of threads before though, and I'm sitting here in tears now as I can see so many behaviours that you have all been faced with that I too have been dealing with.
I'm pretty sure my DH is all about the fetish, and the sissy. He has been obsessed with transwomen for some time, and has gathered a fair few on his facebook profile. They tend to be the (rather sad) type in bad wigs and corsets, we have mutual trans friends IRL who I get on well with, but I don't think they push his buttons as much.
He's always liked anal, taking it that is, in the nearly 30 years we have been together. Wasn't my thing but I would sometimes do it for him in the early days then it tailed off. He was in prison for a short while in his early 20s (long before I met him) and I suspect something probably happened there that set him off but I don't know for sure, he won't talk about it. Anyhow.....
In recent years our sex life has tailed off a bit. I wasn't overly bothered, I was dealing with the menopause and it wasn't like it went completely, it just reduced a fair bit. Then maybe 2 years ago, it got weird. I realised that he was really struggling to get an erection, and if he did he couldn't maintain it. Sex was, quite frankly, shit. He'd have a half-hearted go then just give up. He didn't cum unless I finished him off by hand. I did a bit of reading, suspected the death grip thing from porn. He denied it (of course) but I discovered he was still wanking, he had (hidden) butt-plugs, and had even bought a vaccuum pump (wtf!)
I tried to talk about it. I though it was his age (early 60s), I thought maybe he just didn't fancy me any more, I thought he'd de-sensitised himself watching porn, I offered to get him viagra, he wasn't arsed, he wouldn't discuss it, just said it was OK, he was OK and not not worry about it. Yeah cheers, I'm gagging for it here but I'll just stoop worrying about it. Aargh.
Shorty after that the gathering of the sad pornified trans on his FB began, and I realised by accidentally coming across it on our shared google drive that I rarely used that he was watching shemale porn. There was a lot of men in corsets giving each other blow jobs. i was a bit stunned, but whatever,
Turned out that was just the start of it. His best mate it appears has been a cross-dresser most of his life, came out to me and several others about a year ago after his elderly mum died. Apparently his mum knew but didn't like him doing it in public. I put 2&2 together, asked DH if he was also a cross-dresser. He said he knew about his mate but no. I didn't believe him. About the same time I found a pot of breast-enhancing cream in a bathroom drawer, he said a female friend had given it to him to try as a moisturiser as he suffers badly from chapped hands. It was just on the edge of plausible, I didn't really believe him but whatever. The idea of him cross-dressing wasn't horrific to me, I had dated a couple back in my (wilder) youth and if that was it I thought I could probably live with that. When I suggested it he clammed up again. I left it.
Fast forward to this year and things have escalated. He started shaving his chest, for the first time in 60-odd years. Then tried to hide it from me in bed, and said he just didn't like seeing the grey as it made him feel old. Hmmm. He's not very tech-savvy, and tends to do a lot of things online that pop up via the shared drive. Back in March I found out that he had been dressing up in a maid outfit and posting pictures and videos of himself online. On facebook no less, on a page called "cross-dressing she-maids". In his own name. It's basically a place where sissy men seem to gather and tell each other how much they would like to fuck each other. Shit. He'd also bought himself male chastity belt. Another wtf moment. I confronted him. He lied. I showed him the proof, he doubled down on the lying. I went ballistic at him. He sobbed, said it was just something he was curious about when he was bored (he hasn't worked in a couple of years since an injury athough he is back to more or less normal now. Says he struggles to get a job due to his age but isn't exactly trying. I pay for everything). It also looked like he's tried to message some of the new FB contacts and send them pics, although none of them had responded. I told him if it was a part of him that he wanted to explore he had my blessing but we would need to separate as it wasn't something I could live with. I told him that I didn't think I loved him any more and he needed to think about what he wanted but most of all he needed to talk to me.
Last week I discovered he had been on youtube looking for "how to buy female hormones online" and that he had ordered both breast-enlarging pills and androgen blockers. So that explained a LOT about why he couldn't get an erection. He'd also done some new pics and vids, again in the maid outfit.
I didn't explode this time, I tried to get him to talk to me. He clammed up again. So instead I poured it all out to him, how I felt sidelined, that I wasn't meeting his needs and that I felt like he was only with me because I am his meal ticket and give him a comfortable life. He cried again. He said he loves me. He said it was just a "daft idea" because of the porn, he just wondered what it felt like to be a woman, sexually. He said it would stop there, that he would delete the FB blokes in wigs, that ii was over, that it stopped right there, that he had been stupid but it was over. I asked him to bring me all his kit. Clothes, shoes, pills, toys. He said he would but he hasn't yet (it's been a week). the sad blokes are still on his FB.
If I kick him out he'll have nowhere to go. I'm beginning not to care. He initiated sex the other day and it was good, more like it used to be. I cried afterwards, while he snored beside me.
I know he's going to do it again. I know when he does he'll have to go - where is not my problem. I'm just waiting for 30 years of my life to come crashing down around my ears. I can't talk to anyone about this.
Only now I can. So I'm sorry it's long, but I already feel better just for letting it out. I'm not looking for sympathy, or even advice really. I just need to talk to someone who understands. Thanks for reading if you've got this far.