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THE HOUSEWIFE
By JaneDough7
Chapter 1
I had this thing for my neighbor, Mrs. Johnson. She was
somewhere in her forties and all woman. Very curvy and
always in full makeup, always smelling like a total woman.
Her husband had a very good job as an executive at a local
high-tech company, and Mrs. Johnson lived the life of a
housewife. I was fascinated with her breasts... I found it
hard not to stare at them whenever I was with her.
I found here very attractive. As a cross-dresser, I was
fascinated with women... the more womanly, the better. I
did not go for those thin, girlish women. To me, a mature,
buxom, complete woman did it for me. And Mrs. Johnson was
all that. What also excited me about Mrs. Johnson was that
she was a housewife and a mother, and dressed so
femininely, all the time. Always wearing very feminine
skirts or dresses, she was my vision of an ideal woman, a
total woman, and I envied her.
From my bedroom window, I could see the Johnson's house and
their driveway, and knew their pattern. Every Sunday
morning, they went out for breakfast.
I don't know what came over me... the feeling washed over
me like a tidal wave... a total adrenalin rush at the
thought. I was going to steal a pair of Mrs. Johnson's
panties. The panties of a totally feminine woman; of a
housewife, a mother, of a woman who (I was sure) lay on her
back many times in the marital bed and performed her wifely
duties for her husband.
I waited by the window, watching their driveway, until I
saw the Johnson's car pull out onto the highway. The
excitement was unbearable. I left my house and ran over to
the Johnson's. Luckily, we lived in the suburbs, in a very
woody neighborhood, and I knew I would not be seen. I ran
to the back of the Johnson's house and to the garage. I
knew the door to the garage had a cheap lock on it, and I
knew how to get in. I took my driver's license, and jammed
it into the frame, pushing the catch to the side. With a
push, the door opened.
I ran over to the inside door which lead to the kitchen.
Turned the knob, and went inside. I walked over to their
bedroom; the door was open and I went inside. I walked over
to a bureau by the wall, and pulled open the top left
drawer. Bingo! I found myself looking at a drawer filled
with lingerie, Mrs. Johnson's lingerie. I took a closer
look. Bras and panties filled the drawer, all in disarray.
I considered myself lucky... the disorder of her lingerie
drawer meant that I could rifle through her things and she
would not notice anything out of place. I began examining
Mrs. Johnson's underwear. In the drawer were panties of
many styles, from cotton "Hanes Her Way" to satiny
"Victoria's Secret." The bras were varied as well, from
functional white Playtex, to lacy, sexier stuff.
It all felt very unreal, like I was observing what I was
doing from an outsider's point of view. It was all very
exciting, examining this woman's most intimate garments.
The panties she wore every day. The bras that supported her
womanly breasts. The smells of perfume and powder.
I had intended on grabbing a pair of panties and leaving
quickly, but now that I was here, and knew the Johnson's
would be out for several hours, I decided I was going to
take my time.
I quickly undressed. The bed was in disarray, and I decided
that there is where I would play. I would play in the
Johnson's marital bed; play with Mrs. Johnson's underwear.
I went back to the lingerie drawer, and grabbed a handful
of panties and bras. I put her lingerie on the bed then lay
down. I began touching myself... stroking, as I looked at
the pile of lingerie beside me. When I masturbated, I had
the habit of talking to myself. And as a true pervert, some
of the things I would say as I wanked were, well, strange.
"Oh my God... Mrs. Johnson... I'm looking at the bras and
panties Mrs. Johnson has worn. The panties and bras of a
HOUSEWIFE."
I was very hard, and stroking. With a free hand, I reached
for a white bra. Delicately, I held it up and looked at it
as I stroked. I examined the tag, and read "Maidenform
40DD."
Maidenform. I was masturbating to Mrs. Johnson's Maidenform
bra, and it drove me wild.
"A housewife! I'm masturbating to the bra of a housewife!"
I continued to abuse myself as I imagined Mrs. Johnson
wearing this very bra... imagining what she did while
wearing it. How she behaved like a total woman while
wearing this bra, maybe flirting with men, maybe she rubbed
her husband's cock through his pants while wearing this
very, very womanly bra.
I knew I had to have this bra. As I stroked, I looked at
the hooks of the bra, the adjustment sliders, the little
bow between the cups, I knew that I would be wearing this
very womanly brassiere very soon.
I put the bra aside, and rooted around the pile of lingerie
until I found just the pair of panties I was looking for. I
was not looking for typically sexy panties... I wanted a
pair of her 'everyday' panties. Panties a housewife would
wear when leading the life of a typical woman. And I found
the perfect pair. Looking like it had been worn and
laundered at least fifty times, it was a pair of purple
"Hanes Her Way" cotton briefs. I was tremendously excited
to be handling her panties. To me, these panties symbolized
everything womanly. Mrs. Johnson had worn these very
panties many times, while leading her very womanly life of
a housewife. The panties I held had been under Mrs.
Johnson's skirts and dresses, covering he most intimate,
womanly area.
I held her panties up with one hand as I stroked with the
other. I exclaimed, "Mrs. Johnson's 'Hanes Her Way
panties'... Housewife panties... womanly... so womanly."
I looked at the gusset... visualizing her pussy covered by
the gusset before my eyes. I was stroking like a man
possessed.
"Women's panties! I'm playing with a true woman's panties!
So feminine!"
I knew what I wanted. To make this complete, I had to wear
these woman's panties and brassiere. I wanted to come while
wearing a woman's, a housewife's underwear.
Holding the panties open, I reached down and put my legs
into the panties. I had intended to draw this out, but
passion overtook me and I pulled them up quickly... pulled
the waistband of the panties up over my buttocks. Feeling
myself surrounded by woman's panties, I gasped.
I adjusted the panties for a perfect fit. My hard cock was
totally within woman's "Hanes Her Way" cotton briefs.
I retrieved the Maidenform bra. Daintily holding it before
my eyes, I admired her bra. I was going to do it. I was
going to put on this very womanly article of clothing. Mrs.
Johnson's brassiere. I threaded my arms through the straps,
and pulled it up over my shoulders. Grasping the ends of
the bra, I reached behind my back, and hooked the bra. I
ran my fingers around the bra band, pulling it down,
adjusting the fit. I then moved to the shoulder straps, and
adjusted the sliders, making the straps tighter.
It was done. I was now wearing a married woman's, a
housewife's, underwear. I lay back on the bed, pulled the
panty band down below my cock, and began to stroke.
"Oh my God, I'm dressed like a woman!" I exclaimed as I
masturbated. "I'm wearing a housewife's underwear, in the
very bed where she spreads her legs and gets fucked by her
husband!" I paid special attention to the feeling of the
bra on my chest, admiring the fit, the feel of the straps
and band of Mrs. Johnson's bra.
I was close to coming. "I want to be a woman! A housewife!
I want to give my husband pleasure! I want to BE MRS.
JOHNSON!"
I erupted, coming all over my stomach. I immediately felt
shame. Here I was, dressed in women's underwear, lying in a
married couple's bed. I removed the panties and cleaned up
my come using the cotton panties. I tossed them aside and
removed the brassiere. I felt very disgusted with myself. I
was, however, going to keep this bra and panties. I picked
up the rest of the lingerie and proceeded to put it back
into the bureau. I arranged the lingerie as best I could,
put Mrs. Johnson's Maidenform bra and her cummy Hanes Her
Way panties into my pockets, and left.
Chapter 2
Two days passed since I had stolen Mrs. Johnson's
underwear. Many times in those two days I played with her
lingerie and masturbated while gazing at her underwear,
imagining the life she lead, envying her to be so lucky as
to be a woman, to get to wear these kinds of things all the
time, and to be a wife.
The phone rang. I walked over to the phone and, because I
screened all my calls, I just listened.
"Jason, this is Mary Johnson. Pick up the phone. I know
you're there, you little shit, pick up the fucking phone."
A wave of terror and dread flew through my body.
Mrs. Johnson continued: "I know what you did, you sick
fuck. I know you put on my underwear and jerked off in my
bed. I know you're home. I'm going to call the cops if you
do not show up at my doorstep within fifteen minutes,
wearing those panties and bra you stole from me." She hung
up. I literally pissed myself.
I thought, 'How the fuck did she find out? How did she know
it was me?' I was in a panic. I rapidly and frantically
paced the room. 'I'm in deep shit,' I thought to myself.
She said she was going to call the cops if I didn't go over
to her house. Shit! How was I going to get out of this
mess? I thought about it, and could come to no other
conclusion. I had to do as she said, and go over to her
house, while wearing her panties and bra.
I went to the bathroom and took off my piss stained pants.
After completely undressing, I took a quick shower then
went to my bedroom. From under my mattress, I pulled out
the panties and bra I had stolen.
Over the lingerie, I put on a shirt, jeans, socks and
shoes, and with a great sense of dread, I went over to the
Johnson's.
I found myself at the front doorstep to the Johnson house.
My hand shaking, I pushed the doorbell.
It did not take long for the door to open, and there stood
Mrs. Johnson. "Get in!" she commanded, and stood aside for
me to enter the house. "Sit in couch, asshole!" she said,
pointing to a living room chair.
I complied, and sat. She walked over to an end-table, and
picked up a remote. She pointed the remote at the
entertainment console, and what I saw on the screen made my
blood run cold. On the screen was video of me, on her bed,
whacking off while wearing her underwear. The sound quality
was exceptional.
I could hear myself saying, "I want to be a woman! A
housewife! I want to give my husband pleasure! I want to BE
MRS. JOHNSON!"
She laughed out loud. "You didn't know we had this system,
did you? My husband is a total perv, and likes to record
what we do in bed. Three miniature cameras, all automated,
all digitally recording everything that happens in that
bedroom. And this little scene of yours... you better
believe it's backed up, and the backups are not in this
house!"
I was horrified. She continued. "I'll give these movies to
the cops. Trust me on that, in a second! But not before
publishing them on the Internet!"
I burst into tears. Mrs. Johnson said, "Unless... unless
you do EVERYTHING I tell you to do. And I mean EVERYTHING.
Any hesitation will result in your arrest and public
humiliation. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. Now,
let's begin."
Mrs. Johnson showed me how to operate their entertainment
system. "I want you to transcribe everything you said." She
instructed me to sit at a computer console, with the remote
at my side. "I will be in the study... you have one hour to
key in every word and every phrase you said. Print it out
when you are done, and give me a yell." With that, she
walked away.
I began my chore. Soon, I had the following printed out.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Johnson. I'm looking at the bras and
panties Mrs. Johnson has worn. The panties and bras of a
housewife."
"A housewife. I'm masturbating to the bra of a housewife."
"Mrs. Johnson's Hanes Her Way panties."
"Housewife panties. Womanly. So womanly."
"Women's panties. I'm playing with a woman's panties. So
womanly."
"Oh my God, I'm dressed like a woman!"
"I'm wearing a housewife's underwear, in the very bed where
she spreads her legs and gets fucked by her husband!"
"I want to be a woman. A housewife. I want to give my
husband pleasure. I want to be Mrs. Johnson."
I called for Mrs. Johnson. I could hear her footsteps as
she appeared. "Give me the printout," she demanded. I
complied. She began to read to herself.
"A housewife, eh? Incredible. You have no idea what the
life of a housewife is like. But you'll learn. Oh yes, how
you'll learn." She read from the paper, "I want to be a
woman. A housewife. I want to give my husband pleasure."
She shook her head. "Okay, bitch, so be it. You want to be
a woman so bad? You want to know what that's like? No
problem. Stand up and strip down to your panties and bra!"
I complied. Soon I was standing in the middle of the living
room, wearing the brassiere and panties I had stolen from
her. "I'm going to ask you what you want. I want you to
say, 'I want to be a woman. A housewife. I want to give my
husband pleasure.' Every time I ask you what you want, you
are to repeat that, exactly as you wrote it. Now, what do
you want?"
"I want to be a woman. A housewife. I want to give my
husband pleasure."
"Again! This time, use a woman's voice."
"I want to be a woman. A housewife. I want to give my
husband pleasure."
"Again!" I repeated the phrase. "Again, but this time,
describe what you are wearing in detail before you say what
you want."
I said, "I am wearing a white maidenform bra size 40DD and
purple Hanes Her Way cotton panties size 8 and I want to be
a woman. A housewife. I want to give my husband pleasure."
She said, "Good, but include the word 'women's' before
describing your clothes. Tell me what you're wearing again,
then beg me to teach you everything I know about how to be
an obedient housewife. Now!"
I said, "I am wearing a woman's white maidenform bra size
40DD and women's purple Hanes Her Way cotton panties size
8. Please teach me everything you know about how to be an
obedient housewife."
She continued to humiliate me. "Why are you wearing a bra
and panties?"
"Because I want to be a woman."
"Yes, you do, but it's more than that, isn't it. You want
to be somebody's wife. You want to learn how to be a good
wife in bed, and learn how satisfy your husband, don't you?
Say it!"
Standing there in bra and panties, I said. "Yes. I want to
be a woman. A wife. I want to learn how to be a good wife
in bed, and learn how to satisfy my husband."
"Very well. And so it shall be. Your training begins now.
In the bathroom is a bottle of Nair. Use it to remove all
your leg, chest, and underarm hair. Call me when you're
done."
I did as I was told, found the bathroom, and then proceeded
to remove my leg, chest and underarm hair. I called Mrs.
Johnson.
Still standing in the tub, Mrs. Johnson entered the
bathroom. "Get out of the tub," she commanded. She then
plugged the tub and began drawing a bath, putting in
various scents and oils. "This will help you smell like a
woman," she told me. "That is what you want, isn't it? Tell
me, what do you want?"
I recited the humiliating line. "I want to be a woman. A
housewife. I want to give my husband pleasure."
"Of course you do. I will make you as much a woman as I
can. Now, get into the tub and wash up."
The smell of the bath water was extremely feminine. I knew
I would be smelling that feminine very soon. I washed
thoroughly, and heard Mrs. Johnson call, "When you're done
washing, wrap a towel around yourself and meet me in the
bedroom."
Once washed, I got out of the tub smelling like a
flowerbed. I toweled off, wrapped another towel around my
midsection, and left the bathroom. As I walked to the
bedroom, I remembered... the cameras!
I entered the bedroom. Mrs. Johnson was watering some
plants. She put down her watering can and sat down in a
chair in the corner of the room. She said, "Sit on the
bed." I complied. "Now then... we need a name for you. A
woman's name. Something befitting your new status in life.
A real housewife's and mother's name. I think I shall name
you 'Shirley'. Do you like your new name, Shirley?"
"Yes, I like it very much."
"Of course you do. Now, Shirley, it's time to begin your
transition into womanhood. You DO want to be a woman, don't
you, Shirley?"
I was having mixed feelings. As a crossdresser, the thought
of what was happening to me was exciting. But another part
of me was very afraid. Eventually, I said what I knew she
wanted to hear. "Oh yes, I would love to become a woman."
"And a woman you shall be. I intend to make you as much of
a woman as is humanly possible, a very FEMININE LADY. I'm
going to make you wear makeup, make you wear skirts and
dresses, make you ACT like a woman, too. I'm going to teach
you how to behave in typically feminine ways... using your
hands expressively... touching peoples arms when you talk
to them... how to sit in a skirt... how to cross your legs,
how to walk, talk, and think like a lady. All the typical
ways women behave I will make you learn, practice, and
become." To be honest, I found what she was saying
thrilling. Mrs. Johnson was SUCH a woman... a very VERY
feminine lady, and here she was, describing how she was
going to make ME as feminine as SHE was!
She continued. "Is THAT what you want, Shirley?" I was
beside myself in excitement.
"Yes, Mrs. Johnson! That's EXACTLY what I want. I want to
become a WOMAN!"
"It's not going to be all fun and games, Shirley. You will
have to do EXACTLY as I say. Any hesitation on your part,
in any way, and I'll put the videos I have of you on the
Internet, and then I'll call the cops. So YOU are MINE,
bitch! Do you have any understanding about what is about to
happen, Shirley? Do you? I don't think you do. I am going
to FORCE you to become a WOMAN... in EVERY WAY."
"Yes, please, Mrs. Johnson... please, make me a woman!"
"I will, oh how I will. But first, I need more evidence to
use against you, to prevent you from even BEGINNING to
think of ever disobeying me. I'll be right back... you just
sit tight."
Mrs. Johnson then left the room. She was soon back, holding
a small box. "Being the wife of a high-tech husband has its
advantages... he always has the latest electronics." She
opened the box, took something small out, and walked over
to where I was sitting. She had in her fingers something
that looked like a miniature hearing aid. She jammed it in
my left ear, and said, "This is a miniature receiver. It's
state of the art... all the best newscasters will be using
them soon. It will allow me to direct you from the other
room. Now, put on your clothes."
I complied, and was soon dressed. Mrs. Johnson said, "I'm
going to the living room, to the entertainment center,
where I can monitor the cameras in the bedroom. You will
hear me telling you what to do through the receiver in your
ear. Any hesitation from you, woman, will result in me
immediately calling the cops. Now, wait in the hall until I
tell you to do otherwise."
I complied, leaving the bedroom for the hall, and stood
passively waiting. Mrs. Johnson walked by me, on the way to
the living room. I had no idea what she was going to make
me do, but I knew how well her bedroom was wired for video
and sound, and I got somewhat of a bad feeling about my
immediate future.
I heard in my ear, "DO YOU HEAR ME, SHIRLEY? I'M IN THE
LIVING ROOM, GIVE ME A SHOUT."
I yelled, "I hear you."
"GOOD. WE'RE GOING TO PRETEND YOU HAVE BROKEN INTO MY
HOUSE, AND ARE A LITTLE PERVERT. SHOULDN'T BE TOO MUCH OF A
STRETCH FOR YOU, HUH, SHIRLEY? WALK INTO THE BEDROOM." I
complied, and entered the bedroom. "GO OVER TO MY LINGERIE
DRAWER, REMOVE THE DRAWER, AND DUMP THE ENTIRE CONTENTS
ONTO MY BED."
I dumped out the contents of the drawer onto the bed into a
big pile of lingerie. But something else appeared from the
drawer which I had not noticed the last time I rifled
through her lingerie drawer... a large, realistic dildo,
complete with balls.
I heard in my ear, "GET UNDRESSED." I was soon standing
naked. "GET IN THE BED, NEXT TO MY UNDERWEAR." I climbed
into the bed. "GRAB A PAIR OF MY PANTIES, AND LIE BACK.
THAT'S IT. NOW, PLAY WITH YOURSELF WITH ONE HAND WHILE YOU
HOLD MY PANTIES UP IN THE OTHER. DO NOT, UNDER ANY
CIRCUMSTANCES, COME."
I was thoroughly enjoying myself as I gazed at the panties
and jerked off. This time, the panties were a pair of beige
nylon control briefs, decorated with a repeating floral
pattern.
"SAY: OH MRS. JOHNSON, I LOVE YOUR PANTIES." I did nothing
for a second... not sure what she meant. I heard, "SAY IT,
BITCH! SAY, OH MRS. JOHNSON, I LOVE YOUR PANTIES." This
time, I did it.
"Oh, Mrs. Johnson... I love your panties." I continued to
stroke myself.
I heard, "SAY, I WISH I COULD BE A WOMAN." I said so, lying
on my back, stroking. "PUT ON THE PANTIES, BUT LEAVE YOUR
COCK OUT." I put my legs into the panties, then pulled them
up. As they were control panties, the fit was tight, but I
found the constriction exciting... these were panties I
would never forget I was wearing. "GRAB A BRA, SHIRLEY." I
reached over to the pile of lingerie and picked up a black,
full cup brassiere. "LIE BACK AND PLAY WITH YOURSELF,
HOLDING THE BRA UP WITH YOUR FREE HAND. ADMIRE MY BRA,
SISSY."
I did so, laying on my back, wearing control panties,
holding her brassiere up with one hand while I stroked
myself with the other. "PUT THE BRA ON, BITCH." I stopped
playing with myself and sat up. I put my arms through the
straps, and hooked it up behind me. "GOOD GIRL. NOW, STUFF
THREE PAIRS OF PANTIES INTO EACH OF THE BRA CUPS." I found
the required number of panties, and stuffed the cups with
them, causing me to display an extremely prominent bust.
I heard through the earpiece "PICK UP THE DILDO, LIE BACK,
AND SUCK ON IT THE WAY A PORN STAR WOULD SUCK ON IT." I
found the extremely realistic dildo, lay back, and put it
in my mouth. As I stroked my cock, I moved the dildo in and
out of my mouth, licking it at times, sucking it, playing
with the dildo with my mouth, lips and tongue. "I WANT YOU
TO IMPROVISE NOW. I WANT YOU TO SAY THE THINGS ONLY A WOMAN
WOULD SAY IN BED WITH HER MAN. I WANT YOU TO MAKE IT VERY
REALISTIC. DO IT, SHIRLEY... SAY THE THINGS ONLY WOMEN SAY
IN BED, AND KEEP PLAYING WITH THAT DILDO."
I thrust the dildo into my mouth... in and out... licking
it and sucking it, then removed it. "I love sucking your
cock." Back into my mouth, in and out, then out. "Please,
fuck my mouth. I want to taste your come." Back in my
mouth... fucking my mouth with the dildo, lying on the bed
in Mrs. Johnson's lingerie. In and out. "Please, take me.
Make me your woman, your bitch, your whore."
I heard in my ear, "GOOD GIRL... NOW, PRETEND YOU'RE WITH
BILL... TALK DIRTY TO BILL."
Bill was Mrs. Johnson's husband. I was wearing women's
underwear, sucking on a dildo while lying in Bill Johnson's
bed, and his wife was asking me to act like a hot bitch. I
found the idea of the whole thing a turn-on.
"Please, fuck my mouth, Bill. Take me, I'm yours. Make me
your woman," I said, thrusting the artificial penis in and
out of my mouth. "Fuck me, Bill, do anything you want. I
need your come! Please, come in my mouth, Bill!"
I heard through the earpiece, "EXCELLENT WORK, SHIRLEY.
NOW, ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES. I WANT YOUR HEAD ON THE BED,
WITH YOUR ASS HIGH." I did as instructed. "NOW, RUB YOUR
ASS WITH THE DILDO, AND TALK DIRTY TO BILL."
I began rubbing the dildo up and down the gusset of my
control panties, while on all fours, with my head on the
sheets, presenting my ass as if trying to get a man to fuck
me. I said, "Fuck me, Bill! Put your cock inside me and
make me your bitch! Do it, please, Bill! Put your penis
inside of me!" I kept on rubbing the dildo on my ass.
Then I heard, "THAT'S ENOUGH. I HAVE WHAT I NEED. YOU CAN
RELAX NOW. AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT JERKING OFF!"
I was highly frustrated at this point... I really needed to
get off. But I obeyed Mrs. Johnson, and simply got under
the covers of the bed and relaxed. I was very happy about
the whole situation... here I was, in a married couple's
bed, dressed in women's underwear, after a housewife had
just made me do the most humiliating (but at the same time,
thrilling) things.
I heard Mrs. Johnson call me from the living room. I got
out of the bed, still wearing her bra and panties, and went
to the living room. "Sit," she pointed to a chair. I sat.
"Let me tell you how it is, Shirley. I've just backed up
the video from that little scene of yours. Where you put on
my underwear and acted like such a bitch in heat. So don't
even think you can ever get those videos, or destroy them.
I had you do those things as additional leverage against
you. The pictures were VERY clear, believe me. They can be
digitally zoomed to show the pores on your face, they are
that detailed. The audio is equally superlative... every
womanish word you said in there was perfectly recorded."
Mrs. Johnson continued, "Let me tell you about my husband.
You see, my husband doesn't want me any more. Oh, sure, we
go to bed every now and again, but it's always the same
thing. It's really kind of bad, actually. He abuses me.
Treats me like a slut, degrades me, uses me like a whore.
Rubs me off occasionally, but that's as good as it gets for
me. He, on the other hand... he 'uses' me... makes me
pleasure him... makes me... do these... 'things'. He rarely
fucks me; when he does, it's up the ass. Most of the time,
he just makes me suck him off.
"And I think I know why. I was using the computer several
weeks ago, and discovered a folder full of stories.
Disgusting, filthy stories. And they were all about
dominant men using sissified males for their pleasure. I
looked around the computer some more, and found hundreds of
pictures. Pictures of men using boys for sex. The boys were
all dressed like girls or women.
"I think Bill is a closet homosexual. But he's too ashamed
to admit it, and will only look at pictures or read stories
where the submissive male is dressed as a female. That way,
he can pretend the guy being fucked is really a woman, and
not feel so much guilt.
"I'm going to show Bill that video of you with your pantied
ass in the air, begging for Bill's cock. I'll show him
pictures of you putting on my bra and panties, wishing you
were a woman, wishing you were a housewife. I'll show him
pictures of you, on your back, sucking on a dildo. I'll see
what he thinks of them. In the meantime, take off my
underwear, gather up your clothes, and get the fuck out of
my house, Shirley. Oh, and don't call us; we'll call you."
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