In the early years of our mariage, before kids, my wife used to sleep in a tank top or sexy little PJ tops and panties, or sometimes wear lingerie to bed if she was feeling playful. And I'd usually wear underwear and a t-shirt, or maybe just underwear in the summer.
As our kids grew, and our SL diminished, she'd wear long night shirts, or old t-shirts of mine, still with panties underneath. In the winter, she'd put even more on, but she would still occasionally wear something sexy like a thong underneath, and roll on top of me and get my attention by putting my hands on her ass and asking "you like?", which would start a round of lovemaking.
Nowadays, she wears her "suit of armor." Old t-shirts or sweatshirts, sweatpants, and if there's anything sexy on under there I certainly never get to see it or touch it. When we come to bed, she immediately rolls over to the FAR side of our queen-sized bed, facing away from me, and never talks. I know that she wants to make sure I fall asleep, and that I don't try anything. If I ask her why she wears so much, she says "she's cold," and if I try to go anywhere NEAR her, she said "she's hot" and "you're a furnace!" and moves away from me with that little nervous laugh of hers. GOD, how I hate that laugh.
And she NEVER undresses in front of me . . . never has.
