Choosing Housewife Over Workwife

At work a discussion started around the break table. What if we decided to become housewives?

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it. Why not? I talked to my husband, if my mother was a housewife I could too. Savings were obvious, maid service, I could make my clothes, home cooking saves going out, housewife clothes are cheaper than work clothes. The balance between my take home and savings we could surely manage.

When I resigned my job I took my accrued vacation and bought housewife clothes, dresses, tops, shorts, and as a treat for my husband, crotchless panties. Our sex life went through the roof. He really liked my crotchless panties.

I reported back to my former coworkers, the sex alone was worth not working. Freshly showered, housewife dress, no panties, waiting for him to walk in the door. High heels like June Cleaver. Lift that dress up, flash him some freshly groomed pussy, lay back on the bed 'come and get it'.

It's been seven years for me, he planted and harvested two young ones, he compares everything to home cooking, loves dresses, no jeans to fool with. Financially it has been a struggle. Still in a rental, but I'm not going back into an office. I love being a housewife.