I remember early in the post-discovery days, my wife needed nail polish remover and it was late and inconvenient to go out and get it. I had some in the basement and thought about just asking her if she would want to use mine. I chickened out and one of us ran out at the late hour instead. We broke through with sports bras and exercise pants. There were a few times she just needed some and a few of the sports bras became hers. I’d love to say she delves into my closet and borrows at will, but it doesn’t really happen. Panties get confused, and we do have some, “is this mine or yours?”discussions, but after fifteen years of knowing, if there was something she actually liked and wanted to wear, she would probably not wear it. Her loss. I would love to see her in my clothes for some reason.
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