I was raised a Southern Baptist Christian. Very prim and proper. Sex was considered taboo and not spoken about. At a young age, I married the Pastor’s son, who was very strict and very vanilla. He told me how to dress, how to clean, how to cook, and even what books I could read. I was to be the perfect 1950s housewife. Until I wasn’t. This is how I went from

The Perfect Housewife to the Slutty PSO

I had a very strict daily schedule. I had to follow it to a “T” or my husband was displeased, and we couldn’t have that.

Here was my day-to-day life:

5 am Get up and Exercise

6 am clean up anything that I may have missed the night before. Shower.

7 am answer the phone when my husband was on the way home. Find out what he wants to eat

730am Welcome him with a smile, kiss, and whatever food he wanted.

8 am-11 am Get the kids settled and listen to my husband about his day. Take care of his needs

11 am-5 pm Run errands, keep the kids quiet, clean house. Jump if I received the “BJ” Text message.

5 pm-9 pm Check his phone every 2 hours to make sure his work hasn’t called him in early.

9 pm Have his dinner made and packed (along with enough for his coworkers). Wake him up with a blowjob and maybe sex.

915 pm Start his shower. Have his clothes set up for him. Wash his back, put toothpaste on his toothbrush, and hand it to him. Give him his mouthwash. Dry him off, give him another blow job, dress him. Walk him to his car with the kids and wave him off.

10 pm Clean the house. Bath the kids. Put the kids to bed. Wait for his text saying he got to work. Then I would lay in bed and daydream until I go to sleep to start all over again.

Day In and Day Out

My world revolved around my husband and children.  As the perfect housewife, I always made sure everything was clean. I never cried or spoke about my feelings in front of others. I made sure life was perfect. Secretly I fantasized about more. I tried to ask my husband to do more, stuff I had heard whispered about. He wouldn’t. He got furious at the thought. You see, we never had any foreplay.

None. Ever.

What was considered foreplay was him saying “BJ”. I would then go and serve him until either he came in my mouth, which I HAD to swallow, or until he decided he wanted sex instead. Missionary, never anything else. I had never received those special kisses I heard about. My husband told me when I was allowed to cum, which wasn’t often. Before he came home from work, I would take care of myself in the mornings. While I showered, I would press my nipples against the cool rough tile, prop my foot up on the side of the tub, and play with myself.

Over and over.

Surprisingly, I figured out that if I bounced on my fingers, I could rub my erect nipples against the rough tile. The contrast between the hot water and the cool tile was enough to send me over the edge fairly quickly. My husband never knew. You see, I was his property, and a good wife doesn’t complain or do things without her husband’s permission. That is until it all changed one day when I discovered his little secret while cleaning the attic.

I hope you have enjoyed part one of The Perfect Housewife to Slutty PSO- Girlfriend Experience Phone Sex- TRA- A- 0011.  Come back Friday to catch part two. In the meantime, feel free to check out my other blogs here. Also, you can purchase the audio version to get the full blog now.

 
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