So I tended to keep it to myself, waiting for the chance to be alone now and then, dressing in all sorts of tight and skimpy lingeries, and sometimes indulging in fingering my ass, or using something bigger with the help of a little lubricant. I'd been cross-dressing for many years before I met Sam, but it really wasn't her thing. I smiled to myself, and not for the first time, I stopped in front of a mirror and pulled my tracksuit pants down, admiring the bright pink, silky panties that I'd been walking around in all day. For me that meant housework to be done, but plenty of time to enjoy my own space, and entertain one particular hobby. My wife Sam was interstate on business for the week, and not due back for another five days. It was a beautiful warm day, and I had it to myself.