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Playing Housewife - Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-05-25 14:57:08 +0000 UTCShort Story of the Week
Allison arrives home bearing important news for her spouse, who has problems accommodating to it. Told entirely in dialogue. "Frannie? You home?" "Of course, when am I not? I'll be out in just a minute, honey. I'm fixing chicken for tonight, just getting it ready for the oven. We're going to have a marvelous dinner!" "Wonderful! No wonder I married you.
I do love you! Though not only for your chicken!" "I know, honey! But what brings you home on time today, if I may ask? Mostly you've been coming home hours and hours late, and even then your mind always seems still at the office. But here you are! Something special?" "Special? Oh yes! Sweetheart, I quit work early so I could see Dr. Mullins before coming home.
I've got great news for you this afternoon! For both of us, really! Ah, there you are! A kiss, sweetheart, quick, before anything else. Yes! Mmmm! That's a darling apron, is it new? And you've redone your hair! It's really lovely! Very becoming!" "Thank you, yes, it's long enough now to take a slight curl. And yes, the apron's new. Janet suggested I should make a special effort to look pretty for you when I was cleaning for her last Thursday. She said I should look 'gift-wrapped' for you whenever you come home, that was how she put it. That I should always look and feel as girly as possible for you, that you'd be pleased.
No longer pretend to be a man whenever I leave the house." "She's right. What a dear friend she is. Almost as dear as you!. I'm so glad I loaned you to her, it gives you both a chance to know each other better." "But honey! Allison! You say you went to see Dr. Mullins? Is something wrong? Why haven't you told me?" "Oh, don't look so worried, love! No, nothing's wrong. Everything's fine. Marvelous, in fact! Couldn't be better!" "Then why see a doctor?
And on a weekday during business hours? Honey, if you took time off from work to see her it has to be serious! Time off? For months now you've been absolutely, utterly absorbed by this downtown complex project. It gets you to the office early and keeps you there late, and brings you there most weekends too.
I know you love the challenge, and that other people depend on your doing it right, and all, but if you don't mind my saying, sometimes it does get to be a bit much. I mean, even our fifth anniversary two weeks ago didn't bring you home in time for us to go out and celebrate!" "Oh, honey, I intended to, but things came up, the way they do. And we did celebrate finally. We found ways, you must recall. I loved it.
I even managed to get you up twice in a row, despite those pills you've been on to help you look, well, more the way a girl should look. Though no complaints, you really do look cute now! I adore making love to someone who's so sassy and provocative!" "I guess. That night especially you were so wide open and wet and, well, passionate, I did come at you a second time, I remember. Still, we had concert tickets and reservations at Le Cirque and for hours it seemed that you'd forgotten. All I could get from your secretary was that you were 'still unavailable.'" "I know. I'm sorry. I let myself get too distracted by other things.
I've been trying since then to be more considerate of you, you know that. And I will be too, you'll see." "All right. So, what's with this seeing Dr. Mullins in the middle of the afternoon?" "Oh, darling, that's what I couldn't wait to tell you! Dr. Mullins confirmed it and I had to rush right home so you'd know too! I'm so happy!" "You are? Then I'm happy too, Allie honey. But why? What's the occasion?" "You'll never guess!" "Not without at least a hint, you're right!" "Then here's the hint. I'm pregnant!" "What?" "That's right, I'm pregnant.
We're going to have a baby!" "You're, We're. But Allie, that's not. It's. How did you get pregnant?" "Oh, silly, don't be coy. The usual way!" "I've got to sit down. I'm!" "Here, sit next to me. Yes, snuggle closer. Now look at me. Look into my eyes, no looking away, and give me both your hands, and don't pull them away from mine either. I want to hold both of them tight for the rest of this conversation. Is that understood?" "Yes, but" "Oh, honey, just look, you did your nails when you did your hair, didn't you? My favorite is pearly pink!
You do love being the lady of the house! You do love to indulge yourself! Well, that's exactly what I've been counting on, ever since when you first agreed to stay home and take care of things and be a kind of housewife for me. How long ago has it been now, nearly a year?" "A little over a year. But honey, how is it?" "Yes, that's it, it was just after my inheritance was probated and we realized we didn't both of us have to work anymore and decided that you should be the one to quit and be the stay-at-home.
Because I love everything I do at the office and you didn't like anything you did in yours, so you said you'd much rather stay home and take care of the house and work on your novel. " "Allie, don't change the subject! You can't be pregnant! We agreed when we first got married, no babies! That your work and career were too important to you, much too important, and besides, neither of us really wanted the fuss and mess of raising kids!
You were quite clear about how children interfere with people's lives. So I got a vasectomy, so there'd be no question about it, I'd never be tempted to change my mind and urge you to change yours. Honey, I've been shooting blanks practically since our wedding night! So how can you possibly be pregnant? And why are you so pleased with the idea? There's got to be a mistake. Dr. Mullins" "There's no mistake, honey. We're going to have a baby." "You can't be!" "But we are!" "How? I mean how can you?" "Sweetie, I hate to sound coy.
I don't want to bat my baby blues at you like a little girl and talk to you in a teeny voice, but need I remind you that there are many ways for a woman to get pregnant these days? One obvious old-fashioned way in particular?" "Allison!" "Yes, with another man!" "What? What are you saying? Let go of my hands, I won't hurt you or anything, but, but Allie, I don't understand! You, you, and another man? How?" "O, sweetie, baby, don't worry.
I knew it would be too hard for you, so I made this decision for both of us! It's why I did it that we should be talking about, what I have in mind for the two of us, for our future, not how I did it, that's not important. It never was. Besides, it happened over two months ago. And I had you in mind the whole time, anyhow. Well, I guess not the whole time, you know how your mind disappears when there's a cock sliding into you, how you lose all sense of everything else as the pleasure mounts up and there's still a way to go and you're rotating your hips like crazy and reaching for it.
No, I guess you don't know, not yet. Even so, a lot of what I was doing reminded me of things we love to do together." "Don't smile at me, Allison, I don't think this is at all funny!" "Oh, sweetheart, I did it for you! For us, but mostly for you! Shall I tell you how come?"
"Allison, I don't want to know"
"Well, you need to know. I want you to know. So right now suppose you stand up and go to the sideboard and get yourself a drink, a really tall one, and get some ice for it, and then come back here and sit down again, right here next to me. And I'll tell you, and I'll tell you why, and what's going to happen because of it. I want to tell you everything!" "How can you?" "Just go! Oh, honey?" "What?" "Bring me a chilled white wine while you're at it, will you? There's still an open bottle in the fridge isn't there?" "Yes." "Well, bring it back here for me, with a wine glass, and we'll talk." "Allison, what can I say to you?" "Well, since you're so upset, I'll do all the talking. Just go!"
"Well, that took a while! What were you doing in there, banging your fists on the counter? Is that what I heard? Frannie, that's not at all ladylike, I'm glad you got it out of your system! Now sit down. Frannie, I said sit down! That's it! How many times have I told you, whenever you're in a dress or a skirt you have got to sit up straight with your knees together and ankles crossed. No exceptions people judge women by appearances!
All right, now take a good swallow and lean back. Now another. Good! Now just listen! On my way home from Dr. Mullins, I was thinking maybe I should pretend I want to play one of our bondage games and tie you up and handcuff you before I tell you any of these things. But that wouldn't be honest. I don't want to trick you and I don't think it's necessary. But just remember that you're dressed like a lady and act appropriately. OK?" "I hear you." "Well, I've been thinking more and more about a year ago, when you began staying home, how we started you playing housewife and dressing you up like one for fun.
It was my idea originally, but you certainly went along with it! Out of affection, a desire to please me, I could tell. And then gradually you got into it and took it as a challenge and began doing it all on your own, and then some. Began spending all day in a house dress, doing all the cooking and cleaning, then greeting me at the end of the day wearing a fashionably chic dinner dress. And if I came home real late, there you were waiting for me in bed in a negligee, your face fully made up and looking just lovely.
Gorgeous! I'm so glad Janet caught you practically naked, wearing only your bra and panties, that day she came over unexpectedly to drop some things off for me. You were terribly embarrassed, I know, but it did lead to her offer to teach you proper hair and nail care, and all sorts of other beauty secrets, in exchange for housecleaning for her once a week And housecleaning for her did finally get you out of the house in a dress, even though you only had to walk a block or so down the road." "So? What has this?" "I'm getting there.
Each week you were looking and behaving more feminine, and always learning new ways to make yourself seem more feminine still. It was fun, especially the first few months, with a lot gained and not a whole lot lost. You weren't really passable for a long while, but I still remember the night we dared finally to go out and let you be seen. That was unforgettable, being two girls out having a girly night! You were so scared!
But it was dark in that club, with only a single candle on each table, and that's always flattering. When those two guys came over and tried to pick us up, it was cute how you picked up on teasing and flirting with them I must say. I felt a little tempted to go off with the blond one, but you weren't the least bit attracted to either of them. Not enough to even kiss one, much less provide him a decent blow job.
And that's been the problem." "Problem? Honey, I'm a man, I don't want! You've!" "Honey, I do love you, and I adore what we do in bed as girls these days, don't misunderstand me. Yes, you were then still something of a man, I suppose but now you're something less! You remember, the very next day when you were explaining to Janet about how men don't attract you, she thought it might be simply that you're self-conscious, that your body was too male to allow intimacy with a man.
She thought dating gay men might take her off the edge, but you refused so firmly that she decided to provide you the same little white pills she'd been giving her husband to calm him down. To improve your complexion, soften your skin and fill you out a little. I wasn't sure it was wise for you to go that far, not then, and I told you there could be all sorts of other effects, but it was your decision, you were having fun, and you wanted to be the best girl you could be for me.
Also, you wanted to feel more passable when you had to leave the house dressed as a woman, as you were doing now and then! And they did that much for you, sort of! I remember how pleased you were last summer when you found your arms were thinner, that you could actually show your shoulders in a sleeveless dress? "Yes, I love that dress." "And now your body isn't really masculine anymore, not the way it once was. It even begins to resemble a girl's, a little.
True you aren't quite ready for a bikini, not yet, but you do have the beginnings of curves anyhow. Are you proud of them?" "Yes, and my face is a little softer, that's how come I can go out shopping these days without risking embarrassment. And how come my clothes fit a little better." "But honey, understand, it was all at a cost. You must know that you aren't yet really a woman, though you also aren't anywhere near the man you once were.
You don't get as large or as stiff as you did once, and you lack your old vigor. So much so that you could hardly blame me when I began checking out other men, the more hunky ones." "You began what? 'Checking out other men'? How?" "The same as with books in a library. Look them over, wonder if they'd be fun for an evening's browsing, or maybe even worth borrowing for a few days." "And have you borrowed any men for a few days?" "Oh, don't look so gloomy you're my very best girlfriend now, I'd think you'd understand how I feel, and even be pleased. And anyhow, with you these days, the more girl-on-girl sex we have the more I want, and the less of manly sex with you.
A couple of months ago I realized that you hadn't given me a hard, solid fuck in ages. Not that I felt deprived. But still" "A couple of months ago? Is that when you met, whoever it was?" "Yes! That's when I met Brett! Incredible, how that happened! You know, well, you don't know, not yet, but there's a certain kind of man you simply can't take your eyes off?
You stand there and watch how they move easily and gracefully and powerfully? The kind with strong faces and commanding smiles, and all they have to do is look at you and you're charmed out of your pants. Well, one of those prize specimens visited the firm as a consultant a couple of months ago. Name of Brett. I was deputed to show him around, so I got to know him real well he stayed a full week.
