Anything to be Your Housewife

She heard the front door close; Dave was home.

"Hi babe, how have you been today?" he said.

"Good thanks honey how was work?" she replied.

"Hard day, still trying to catch up from last week, I'm tired and ready for a rest," said Dave.

"You sit down and relax, I'll bring you in a beer," she said, smiling to herself.

This was what she had always dreamed of, wanting to be a good traditional housewife.

"He" had learned early on that it was "dirty" to look up lady's skirts. But he was fascinated by the frothy, frilly and silky things he saw. How good must it be wear clothes like this all day?

When he left home and lived alone, this gave her the space and privacy to dress as he liked. Now (s)he liked to live as women whenever she could.

She accumulated a large collection of frilly underclothes. She preferred French knickers, silk was her favourite material. She loved to keep her suspenders tight on her stockings. As she walked about the tugging of the Elastic moved her silky knickers across her small, erect clit.

Her choice of fashion was mainly 50's or 60's housewife. She had girdles, petticoats and house dresses.

One day while she was searching for retro underwear online, she discovered a contact site where people like her posted pictures of themselves. After she created an account under the name of Kirstywife, she posted some pictures of herself fully dressed and in her sexiest undies. She felt so naughty.

Never having had a girlfriend, she assumed she may be gay, but she thought gay men did not like women. As she spent every minute she wasn't working dressed as a woman, she thought no gay man would want her.

When she arrived home from work she checked the site. She had over seventy messages! Mostly from men who wanted her to do very naughty things to, and for them.

She wanted to be treated as a woman, she wanted to be cared for and admired. Most of the messages were from men who just wanted sex.

She had a few awkward meetings with several men. She never really enjoyed

them, but they taught her what men liked.

Dave Rogers contacted her asking if she was genuine. He said he could see what a beautiful sexy woman she was. He said he wanted to meet her just to chat. He said he would cook for her and would not expect anything more.

This was just what she wanted, just to be with a man as a woman.

Dave opened the door; he was a 40-year-old well-built builder, a little overweight, just like her. Kirsty told Dave she always longed to be a housewife.

Dave smiled, and told her she would make a lovely wife and he would be honoured to have her live out her fantasy with him. They had parted with a light kiss.

She travelled to his house early the next morning.

He told her she could change upstairs. After 45 minutes she nervously came downstairs.

She wore a dark blue flower pattern "June Cleaver" dress. The dress was held out with a wide net petticoat. She wore white three-inch heels on her feet. Under her dress she had on a long-legged panty corselette, with flesh coloured seemed stockings.

Dave smiled, and told her he would be glad to see such a lovely woman welcome him when he got home.

After Dave left, she gave his kitchen and living room a thorough going over. It certainly needed it. His house needed a woman's touch she thought.

She was in heaven; she was a housewife cleaning "her" home, waiting for her man to come home. Her "clit" was hard all day; this was all she wanted out of life. This was what her life was meant to be!

She sat down for a rest around lunchtime. She looked at the kitchen table. She imagined him coming home forcing her face down into the table while he lifted her dress and petticoats over her back. Then she imagined his rough hands slapping her pantied bottom befor he pulled her knickers down to her knees. Then she thought about how she would feel as he thrust hard inside her. A man claiming his conjugal rights from his wife.

She was stroking herself through her dress. She stopped when she saw the unladylike tent she had made in her dress.

She got dinner started and went up to change into something sexier for when her man arrived home.

When Dave arrived, she greeted him with a kiss. She told Dave to sit down. Soon she walked into the living room and gave Dave a beer and a coaster.

"Thanks babe, I love what you've done with the place, perhaps I should keep you here permanently," he said.

She almost came in her knickers, hearing that.

"I would love that, I would do anything to make that happen," she said.

"Anything eh?" he replied.

She stepped back and unbuttoned her dress, and let it drop. He drew in his breath. She was wearing silky black knickers with lace trim on the legs, a black suspender belt, soft bra and fishnet stockings. She kicked off her heels.

He could see the slight bulge of her "clit" in her panties. He felt himself harden. This was his "ideal" woman. This was what he loved, femininity.

He had always craved soft, feminine women. They were hard to find in the 2020's. Kirsty seem to revel in her femininity. He wanted a woman who loved being soft and pretty. Someone who needed to be dominated and wanted to be taken care of.

The fact that she had an "extra bit" did not bother him. He had had a few flings with other men in his teens.

He wanted her! She went to her knees and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang out rock hard. She kissed the tip, then slowly stroked the length of his shaft, he groaned, she knew he was putty in her manicured hands.

She lowered her head and took the whole of his glans into her mouth. She used her tongue on its underside. He thrust it further into her mouth and groaned. He stood and removed his jeans and boxers.

"You would do anything then?" he said

She nodded. He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. He sat on the edge and she knelt and resumed giving him a blow job.

Lost now in the moment, being what she'd always dreamed of a wife looking after her husband. Looking into his eyes, she could tell he was getting close to coming.

He pushed her away saying, "Not yet."

He lifted her onto the bed, her eyes wide, she knew what was coming next, and wanted it.

He went to his bedside cabinet and took out a tube of lubricant.

Gently, he pushed her onto her back and lifted her stocking clad legs

over his shoulders.

The ultimate position of female submission. He was about to take her, make her his!

With his hands free he pulled down the back of her silky knickers and probed her hole. She gasped and squirmed, he took a generous amount of lube and worked it into her. She relaxed revelling in his control, this felt so right. He applied more lube to the tip of his cock while she waited expectantly.

He pushed her legs further back higher and wider, looked her straight in her eyes and spoke

"You did say Anything?"

She looked at him with lust filled eyes and said, "YES, YES!"

He slowly thrust into her, she thought briefly that he was not wearing a condom, but was too filled with lust and need to stop him. A man should take his wife bare.

Inch, by inch she felt him fill her. Inch, by inch she was becoming the woman she wanted to be.

He was all the way in she felt his balls on her buttocks. She felt full and whole.

This was what a wife felt when she was taken by her husband. He was still for a moment letting her get used to him, and then slowly started to fuck her.

After the slight burning sensation went, she only felt pleasure. She pushed herself forward to meet his thrusts, wanting more of him in her.

Her heart was pounding she had never felt like this before.

He kept up a steady rhythm, she was close now. He slid his hand down the front of her knickers and grasped her 4 inch clit.

"Oh god!" she cried.

He started to gently stroke her in time with his thrusts. She felt him swelling in her, he was close, but so was she.

"How would you like to be Mrs Rodgers then?"

"YES, YES, and YES!!" she screamed.

She came as she had never climaxed before.

Clenching her hole as she climaxed, driving Dave over the edge, so he filled her with his seed. Marking her as his.

She lay in a daze, she knew, this is who she was meant to be. She gazed up at him with love and said, "Yes, ANYTHING for my husband."

"Well then welcome to your new home Mrs Rogers."

She almost came again hearing this.

Her dream was coming true!

Dave smiled, he now had he ideal partner, someone who loved to wear all the sexy clothes his ex-wife would never wear. Someone that wanted to have sex with him, who loved being submissive to him. So she had a little extra? He could live with that!