The Housewife

My alarm goes off at 6 am, ready to start another week. Unlike most people, I am happy to start a new week. Don't get me wrong, I had a nice time this weekend. Me and hubby took in a movie, did some shopping, and we had some great sex. However, during the week is when I really shine. I'm lucky; I don't have to work. So I try to be the best housewife that I can be for my loving man. I always get up before the first snooze alert and pull myself together. I enter the bathroom and rinse my face clear of any of my overnight creams and moisturizers. I brush my teeth, apply deodorant so I don't offend him. A touch of perfume, light makeup and then I don my cotton house dress that is selected for Monday. It's a nice off-white with a subtle floral pattern. Not exactly what I thought I'd be wearing all the time, but hubby has his wishes and well, I'm here to fulfill them!

I head downstairs and begin breakfast. Usually it's some type of bacon or sausage and some eggs. I forget whether eggs are recommended these days or not, but hubby knows best and tells me what he wants for meals. Tonight we are having a roast so I have to remember to get out the crock pot and get that started. As I am finishing cooking for us, hubby comes down. He's so cute, and just is more endearing all the time. He's put on some weight, no doubt because of my delicious cooking, but so far the damage is just a budding pot belly and a little hint of a double chin. I serve him his plate and then have some yummy yogurt and fruit for myself (I can't lose my girlish figure, or he might trade me in!).

I'd try and make polite conversation but he's catching up on the football results and has his face buried in his phone. Fortunately, his team won yesterday afternoon, which is good for me. I serve him every NFL game day in my cute little cheerleader outfit. Short skirt, white cotton panties and a sleeveless crop top that highlights my C-cup breasts. He sits in his favorite chair and I serve him beer, snacks and let him feel me up to his heart's content. Depending on the outcome of the game, we have different types of sex. If his team loses, then I have to soothe his troubled heart with a luxurious blowjob to take his mind off the loss. However, if his team wins, I get nice and laid!

Yesterday once the final whistle blew he got up, grabbed my wrist and brought me into the dining room and immediately threw me over the dining room table, pulling my white as snow panties down to my ankles. He's so sweet, he felt my kitty (I save the P word for the bedroom, hubby wants me to be a proper housewife and dirty words are not tolerated outside the bedroom) to see how ready I was and fingered me for a minute as I lubricated up for him. Once my body (his cock sheath he sometimes teases me) was ready he simply plunged into me and began thrusting like a jackhammer. Don't get me wrong, hubby and I make passionate love sometimes, but I'm more than happy to get him get off to my body with little regard for my own pleasure most of the time. I'm a submissive housewife and that's my place. I adore and worship my husband and I truly enjoy being that way. He gave me a great life and I am happy to give him whatever he wants. And don't worry, if you figure out who I am and I entertaining you in the dining room, I want you to know I thoroughly wiped the table down when we were done (I'm a bit of a squirter!).

Hubby finished his breakfast and I handed him his briefcase and coat and sent him on his way. He gave me a nice smack on the bottom and then headed to his car. I watched him leave and tidied up the kitchen. While I did, I thought back to how we met and how happy we are now. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Eve. However when I met hubby, I was stripping under the name Candace (Candy on stage). I did a great bit around the holidays where I'd go out on stage with a giant candy cane and suck it off while bouncing around. Anyway, hubby would come in a couple of nights a week. He was single and was a lot more respectful than most of the guys. It wasn't long before I was in one of the "VIP" rooms with him, but I could tell he was on the shy side. Looks-wise, he's pretty average with a decent build and he used to run regularly. Now this was not a trashy strip joint, there was very little sex with the customers. But we could go just up to the line. I'd give future hubby some lap dances and let him feel me up. One night I'd teased him up real good and we ended up sitting next to each other. He got all shy and quiet so I took his hand and rested it on my kitty and let him feel around through the material of my underwear. I kind of just zoned out a bit and he asked if we could continue this on a real date and that he didn't want to just meet me here. Like I said he was cute and I didn't want to strip forever, so I took him up on his offer.

Our first date was magical! It was a far cry from what I was used to. I felt like such a princess. From that night on when he came to the club we'd fool around a bit but generally just talk. Outside the club we progressed as a normal couple. I slept with him after our fourth date and after a few months I quit the club and moved in with him. Married after two years together and we are in our second year of marriage now. I'm 29 and he's 32.

As to what our marriage is like. Well I am very submissive, borderline slutty bimbo. I was saving for implants, both for my stripping career and I know it would get me more attention from guys. However, hubby has his own kinks. He loves retro housewives, like 1950s housewives except they are super slutty in the bedroom. So while it's not exactly my thing, I am his submissive housewife. I don't dress the part all the time. But a lot of the time I'm in my house dress, slip and other old-fashioned clothes and waiting on him hand and foot. The only drawback is it's hard scrubbing cum out of older style clothes (pro tip: polyester is so much easier getting your man's cum out of).

Anyway, back to my Monday. I had chores and errands to run. I left my apron on and cleaned the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher and mopped the floor. I picked up the bedroom and bathroom and then changed into leggings and a sports bra so I could exercise. I hopped on my exercise bike and did 30 minutes of a cycling class and then ran two miles through the neighbourhood. I don't cover myself up, so I hope the WFH crowd get a nice buzz seeing my C cups bounce while I jog. Today I had a nice racerback bra with a Nike logo on the front. Really shows off my shoulders. Although I doubt anyone I ran into went away thinking, "Nice shoulders on that girl".

When I got home, I peeled off my leggings and sports bra. My thong was soaked, and I made sure to leave it on top of the laundry pile. Hubby is such a cute panty sniffer; I've seen him take the front of my panties and inhale deeply. One night when he allowed me to be on top and ride him, I slipped my panties off and threw them on his face. He didn't object or be weird, just sniffed them while they were draped over his face until I got him off inside me. Since then, I very obviously leave them for him, and frequently they are in a different position later on. I don't masturbate; I'm not allowed, but if I am worked up I'll be sure to push them inside my kitty so they get nice and soaked and I'm sure he can smell me stronger then.

I hopped in the shower and washed myself thoroughly, shaved my legs and underarms and trimmed my nether region. I'd prefer bald, but that's how hubby likes me. Oh, less, less work for me! I dried off and rubbed lotion all over me (coconut-scented) and proceeded to do my make-up with my signature red lipstick. My clothes were a nice dress with a full slip to smooth things out and nude stockings. A yummy pair of navy heels and some cute bracelets and I was set to go. I headed downstairs to the kitchen where I pulled some lemon tarts out of the refrigerator. Since dating hubby, I've become such a good cook. He is easy to cook for since he likes all types of foods. I do spoil him with desserts, probably why he is growing that cute little tummy. However, I also like to share my recipes and some of my desserts with the neighbors. I wrapped up a couple of lemon tarts in a Tupperware container, grabbed a thick dish towel, and headed a couple of houses down our street.

I never used to be one for heels. When I stripped, I would come out in them, but ditch them immediately. As a housewife, they are part of my costume and I've come to like them. I enjoy the sexy stride I can walk with, as well as how it helps present my behind (I only use the A word in the bedroom!), which honestly needs some help. I'm happy enough with my breast size, but my caboose needs some more padding. Anyway, I waltzed down the street and let myself in two doors down to Bruce and Joan's house. Joan is a nurse at a general pediatrician, so she is there four days a week and every other Saturday. Bruce works from home three days a week. Bruce's office is near the back of the house. As I walked back there, I noticed that there was a new picture of the two of them on their hutch in the hallway. They really are a cute couple.

His office door is open; I peer in to make sure he's not on a Zoom call. He's not.

"Hi, Bruce. I came to drop off some dessert; today is a lemon tart. I'll leave one for Joan in the refrigerator." I say. Bruce looks up and grins.

"Punctual as always, Eve. How was your weekend?" he asks.

"Well, NFL Sunday was a success!" I reply. "He banged me on the dining room table again. In my cheerleader outfit. I'll send a couple of pics of me in it."

"Sounds perfect. Let me get ready." he stood up, took one of the tarts out of the Tupperware and put it on the desk in front of him. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and underwear. His cock bobbed up and down, freed from its confines and he sat back on his office chair and spun away from his desk.

I went behind his desk and put my dish towel on the floor, doubling it up so that my knees would be cushioned on his hardwood floor (dark oak, I believe). Bruce has a very nice dick. Little over 6 inches, so it's manageable to deep throat if I am inclined and nice girth. I start with some nice licks up and down his shaft. He's not fully erect yet, but it won't be long. I swirl my tongue around and around like it's cookies and cream ice cream. Warm-up is very important! After a minute of licking up and down, round and round he's nice and ready.

I start with simply taking the head into my mouth and lightly sucking, swirling my tongue over the mushroom part of his manhood and letting out some light moans. I like to bliss out while giving head and sometimes I go into such a nice headspace. I can tell Bruce likes it; he moans back. I feel some movement and realize he's eating the tart.

I grunt a bit, and he simply replies, "Tart is really good, thanks for bringing it over."

Feeling some nice twitches, I push my head down more and take him half into my mouth. I increase the pressure with my lips and mouth and bob u and down faster and harder. Not frantic; I need to let blowjobs breathe a bit, but I can feel some movement where he's starting to bounce in his chair. I take the index finger and thumb on my right hand and loop them around his cock beneath my mouth. Time for a little more action. I rub my fingers up and down the exposed part of his dick while my slutty mouth drips spit all over balls and chair (and hardwoods, oh no!). I simply decide to keep doing what I am doing and clear my head of thought until he finishes.

I bob there for a couple more minutes when the tone changes. He begins to tense and I imagine his balls tightening up before releasing. My mouth is like a piston and I can taste some pre-cum. Bruce moans he is cumming (yeah, I know) and I pull up a bit to give it space to fill my mouth. As his cum begins to splash into me, I keep bobbing up and down but slowly walk it down. Several ropes of cum flood my mouth and I close my eyes savoring the taste and texture, not understanding why some women don't like it. As he finally stops erupting into my mouth, I linger for any other drops still retaining his sperm in my mouth. When he slumps in his chair, I rise from the floor, pick up my nice fluffy dishtowel and wipe up my spit from the floor, the part of his chair that is visible and I gingerly wipe his balls and cock as clean as I can get them.

"As I said, I'll leave the other tart in the refrigerator for Joan," I say as I am getting ready to leave.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" He reaches out his hand, which has a five-dollar bill in it.

"Tart was wonderful," He grins.

I smile and take the five-dollar bill. I slip it into my purse. "Thank you. I had something equally delicious! See you Thursday?"

He nods to that. I tell him to say hi to Joan for me. Maybe she can come over for coffee on her off day this week. I close his office door, put the other lemon tart into the refrigerator and let myself out. I can still taste his sperm in my mouth; it's delightful. Different taste than hubby, but both are very nice. I'm so happy hubby lets me blow some of the other guys in the neighborhood. No penetration; my kitty is for hubby only. But my mouth is whored out for five dollar a pop. Call it my mad money. I head home and think about the bright red lipstick stain that must be on Bruce's dick. Maybe next time I'll go with a different color. But first I have to get ready for hubby to get home. He'll probably want a blow job before dinner and I need to have that and his drink ready. I'd get his slippers too, but it's still to warm out. I need to get together a side for dinner and some veggies. Maybe some potatoes. I'm such a perfect housewife; I just love everything!