1950s Housewife

This is not a confession but something that amused and quite turned me on too. It was a true account about a young housewife in the early 1950s. She married a man almost 20 years older than her who owned a solicitors practice and was a family friend of her fathers.

It sounded like it was almost an arranged marriage although she used the language that he was “trustworthy, genuine and affluent” I’m guessing the last word sealed the deal for her. The marriage sounded very bizarre especially when it came to sex. This young wife would have to start preparing dinner at 5:30 ready for her husbands return at 6:00. She would then have to put on a dress he had chosen for her in the morning but not underwear except for stockings. At 5:59 she would have to lie on the ‘marriage bed’ and wait for him to return. He would come into the bedroom and confirm if he required ‘carnality’, If he did, he would just fuck her there and then, and when finished she would return to the kitchen and complete the dinner. If he didn’t require her to ‘perform her marriage duty’ then she would be excused from the bedroom putting her ‘undergarments’ back on to return to the kitchen.

At any time of the day or night, she was expected to have sex with her husband whenever he wanted regardless of her wishes! If he required carnality during her monthly cycle then she would have to clean herself up as best she could and a towel was used on the bed to stop any staining of the sheets. If she was ill and didn’t feel like it, this didn’t matter, knickers were down at his command and he would fuck her. She recounted one story where she had eaten something and caught food poisoning and was admitted to hospital as she was very badly dehydrated. Apparently, he was ‘very diligent’ whilst visiting her in hospital; however, as soon as she had been discharged from the hospital she had to endure a fucking within minutes of arriving home.

She used to wear underwear to bed; however, she had to ask permission as he might want to use her ‘intimate feminine place’ during the night!! She was basically a sex and household slave, a little like Dobby with a pussy!!

Some of the other stuff was just bizarre, apparently, she had to give up her civil service job as married women were not allowed to work!! I think the grossest thing was when she described giving birth in the 1950s, that sounded quite gruesome. Her husband didn’t touch her during her pregnancy but after 3 days in hospital once home he wanted her that night despite there being ‘intense discomfort during our exchange’

Thank God things have changed!! Although I did rather like the thought of removing underwear and waiting legs parted on the bed.

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by Anonymous on Aug 26, 2021 at 10:54 AM

I think the husband was way overboard!
My husband and I have a deal that is slightly similar but it’s more or less what we both want. I am required at all times to have my hair, makeup but not while sleeping or in the shower and nails done. He picks the colors he likes. Unless we are at the beach or a pool I always have some type of sheer hosiery on be it pantyhose, thigh highs, knee high sheers or anklets. He has a major fetish for nylon feet and legs and he likes to tickle me a lot. I must always have on my ankle bracelet that has a charm of a ball and chain. I am his and his alone. Whether I have on Jeans, a dress, shorts he doesn’t care I have to make it work with hosiery. He buys me all the clothes and shoes I want and spoils me to no end. I get anything and everything I want so long as I do and wear what he likes. The looks I get from guys at the supermarket when I have on shorts, pantyhose and flats or heels gets me very wet.
When he gets in from work I am expected to be ready for him in the bedroom. He will slowly undress me down to my hosiery and have his way. I am practically his pillow princess to enjoy and direct. When I am on my period he gets a blow job and plays with my nylon feet. We role play, I wear costumes, put my wedding dress back on at times, I still have a bridesmaid dress from a decade ago. One side of my walk-in closet is totally dedicated to this.
I married Rich, I married Kinky, and I love every minute of it.

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by Anonymous on Aug 27, 2021 at 8:03 AM

There is so such shit about female empowerment. My grandmother was a service girl during the war (WW2), stationed in San Diego. After they worked all day, they had dinner on base, gussied up and went to the USO. From time to time duty called, a 'boy' who was back from the front, some island in the Pacific, needed his spirits lifted. The 'girls' decided who was next and she scooted off to the lady's room and took off her panties. She danced with him and guided his hand up her skirt to her willing bare slit and taking the hint they disappeared into the back rooms for a fuck. Boys were dying, coming home with all sorts of injuries, women offered comfort to them, it's the least they could do. As told by my grandmother to my mother, my mother to me. It's what we do.

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