The first encounter

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The first time I came home to find my husband in my favourite Party dress I was a little ... Perplexed to say the least I mean I can understand that guys get a little curious from time to time but come on ... Were the additional silk stockings really necessary? I think not.

"Joey you better get up and explain to me what the hell is going on here"

The startled Joey opened his eyes and leaped up from the sofa on which he was napping on (in an unladylike position to say the least) and said to me "babe, what's up?" this was not the guilty confession I was expecting so I was not impressed.

"why, may I ask are you ..."

" holy crap I'm wearing your clothes"

damn that man has an amazing ability to state the obvious. "Diane, why am I in your clothes?" Joey is all muscle, tattoos and facial hair so not so surprisingly the whole situation was feeling a little bit surreal.

"Um okay Joey now I'm going to walk out of the room and when I come back I expect to see you in a Tshirt and a pair of jeans, I want my dress hung up back in the wardrobe and I want the stockings burned. OK?" well I was totally baffled to what was going on so decide to ignore it completely in attempt to save my sanity. Just as I was leaving the room my equally baffled husband mumbled to me " uh babe I'm stuck in the dress" he looked down to the floor in shame and when he eventually did make eye contact he said "unzip me?"

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