Until one day I get home real early,before noon even.I get in the hose and sure enough I hear my shower running and it can't be my wife because she's ...at work and her car was not there. Now I don't want to go rushing in there because that might be wrong.So I sit in the kitchen because she has to walk right by my to get to the lowerlevel where her room is.I hope for the best.I hear the shower stop and in a minute I hear the doof open.I think i even got a hard-on.JACKPOT..She walks out totally. Oh, man!Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits upwards. Nice rack! I thought. My eye travelled along to the few party. "Don't worry," she said, reaching out her hand to calm me, "Nobodysuspects a thing."She then gave me another funny look."What now?" Have you...you know...used the thing I leant you?"I blushed and then, looking in to her eyes, nodded. A big smile cameacross her face."How was it?"I just grinned. I didn't want her to find out about my boss forcing meto use it, but I did use it voluntarily and, no matter how strange itwas, I had enjoyed it. I couldn't hide that fact. What that meantthough, and. . it made losing her a little better. I could still look back at all she did and all she was and keep her with me.”“That’s what I was thinking about just now,” I mentioned. “I ... I’d read the words and I’d heard the song a couple of weeks ago. It didn’t really resonate until I put it into perspective of my own personal loss. My dad ... he and I were tight, you know. He never really pushed me to do anything specific but once I made a commitment he expected me to give it my all. I ... I don’t.