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A Retro-Housewife Sissy by Throne
It had been such a nice day. I cleaned and did laundry. Had a light
lunch, based on a recipe I found in an old issue of Woman's Way. Talked
to my friend Melinda on the phone. And got dinner into the oven, for my
loving husband Jack. Even after six months it was difficult to believe
that he had made me his wife. Our home -- well, his home, technically,
as everything was in Jack's name -- was delightful. It had all the
modern conveniences, but with a retro look and ambiance. It was as if I
truly was a suburban housewife, at mid-century. I smoothed down my apron
and fussed with its ruffled border. Had I forgotten anything?
Of course, I had. Silly me. He would be expecting a cold mixed drink as
soon as he arrived. And he certainly deserved it, after a hard day's
work at the office. Jack is early middle-aged, but has risen fast
through the ranks and is a senior manager. His salary and bonuses make
it possible for us to have everything we need or want. Sometimes just
thinking about all that makes me feel swoony. I guess I'm just a dizzy
dame. I checked the drink cart to make sure everything was in order,
filling the ice bucket halfway. Then I took a bottle of ginger ale out
of the fridge and put it on the cart. I would offer him a Seven-and
Seven. If he preferred something else, it would be up to me to move
quickly and prepare that, instead. Being a doting wife has its demands
but I cherish every one of them.
Right on time, I heard his car pull up out front. I turned on the
console stereo and the tone arm went to the LP automatically. Seconds
later, I was listening to the exotic sounds of guitars, flute, bongos and
wordless vocals. That album, by Mel Trinket and his Islanders, was one
of Jack's favorites. I remembered the time he had me dance for him to
something from their EXTRA EXOTIC record. Just thinking about how
naughty I had been, wearing only panties and a bra, made me blush.
Jack entered the house, briefcase in hand. I took that, along with his
hat, and scurried away with them. When I hurried back, he was already in
his recliner, loosening his tie. I wished it was me doing that, because
I adore pampering him. I fluffed my hair and went to his side.
"Would you like a drink, honey?"
"After a day at Rising and Rank? You bet I would, pretty girl."
"Would a Seven-and Seven be all right?"
"It will, if I get a kiss first."
I happily went to him and leaned over from the waist. Our lips met and
it was heavenly. He mischievously reached up and massaged my full round
breast. I thrilled at his touch.
"Oh, Jack."
He gave my bosom a squeeze. "These are one of the best investments I
ever made. And let's check down below."
My husband surprised me by snaking his hand up under my dress. The full
skirt bunched up, as he felt between my legs and found the gusset of my
cotton panties.
"Sweetheart, please," I said breathily, a little bit reprovingly, but a
lot more approvingly.
He laughed. "Just wanted to make sure everything is tucked up-and-back,
and all taped down, just the way I like it."
I boldly pressed my lips to his. Without stopping what he was doing, he
took control of the kiss and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I melted
inside. His strong fingers got the center of my sexuality highly
excited. I moaned and wriggled against his massaging digits. My
breathing accelerated.
All at once he stopped and said, "So, where's that drink?"
That was one of his little tricks, getting me all aroused and then
halting suddenly. He liked to say that it made me more attentive to his
needs, especially in intimate situations. I couldn't argue with that.
Already I was thinking about what might lay ahead for me. I straightened
up, patted down my skirt, and went to get the drink cart. As I wheeled
it in, I felt his eyes on me. Knowing how interested he was made me
tingle all over. Naturally, I didn't need the whole cart, but it so
typified the decorum and rituals of the 1950s that I couldn't resist
using it. I poured two fingers of his favorite whiskey into a rocks
glass, added ginger ale, and used the tongs to transfer two ice cubes
from the insulated bucket. Because the soda had been refrigerated, he
didn't have to wait for the ice to begin melting. Jack took a sip and
sighed gratefully.
I told him, "Dinner will be in about an hour. I hope that's okay."
"Fine," he said, picking up the remote and turning on the large-screen
TV. Hey, not everything we have is retro. ?? "I have to check the
sports channel."
"How are you doing in the fantasy league?" I asked.
"Ha! I made all the right picks and it's starting to look like I'll walk
away with the whole pot."
"Darling, that's wonderful."
"If I do, we'll go out to Pierre's for a nice French dinner." His
attention shifted to the screen. "Let me see if Buckley is still on the
injured list."
Lowering my voice, I said, "Certainly." Then I left him alone with all
that athletic stuff that I don't understand. Men!
I checked the oven. Then I opened the fridge and inspected the desserts
that I'd put so much work into. Those layered parfaits would be a treat
for both the eyes and the palate. When I returned to Jack, his drink
needed freshening up, which I dutifully did. Then I stood to the side,
waiting to see if my man wanted anything else.
Jack patted his lap. "Take off that pretty apron and come here, Gem."
That was a pleasant surprise. It would very probably lead to a bedroom
encounter later. I was going to have something to tell Melinda about,
tomorrow, when we had our usual chat. I swept my skirt to the side and
sat gingerly, then gave my bottom a wiggle. He put one arm around my
shoulders and drew me in for a kiss. It made me giddy. My mind went
back to when we had met, and how he divined my need to be a full-time
woman. Without rushing me, he took me through the stages of
transformation, leading to me abandoning my old male name of Jim, and
adopting the new designation and persona of Gem. When he told me we were
getting married, I almost couldn't believe it. My wedding dress had been
a dream-come-true of tulle and applique, with a short train. I was
brought back from those pleasant memories, by Jack deftly unbuttoning the
top of my dress. He undid my front-hooking bra. His hand slipped inside
the cup, to fondle my breast. His fingers found my nipple, to toy with
it, and I purred in response.
"You know," he said in a voice at once loving and authoritative, "I had
an especially hard day at work."
"Mmm hmm." I nuzzled his neck. He also had something especially hard
right then, and I was sitting on it.
"All that pressure isn't healthy," he pointed out.
I squirmed my bottom and agreed, "It certainly isn't."
"Now, how do you think I could unwind?"
This was what Melinda and I had been discussing earlier. I remembered
how we had lowered our voices, as we talked about such a naughty idea,
even though there was no one around to hear us. She had gotten swept off
her feet and made-over by that big blond hunk, Sven. Melinda had already
tried the strategy that I was now thinking about. Of course, I had done
it many times for Jack, in bed, but the thought of catering to him that
way in some other part of the house, was endlessly titillating.
Confident that I understood his hints, I slid off his lap and got on my
knees in front of him. I undid several more buttons and pulled the
halves of the bra aside, baring those gorgeous breasts he had gotten for
me. It was so satisfying, how they had a slight jiggle, and how stiff
their nipples got. I undid his belt and, when he didn't discourage me,
knew I had read his signals correctly. Sometimes I feel like a dumb
blond, but when it comes to pleasuring my husband, I have superior
instincts. It took a minute to remove his shoes and get his pants out of
the way. He sat there like a king on his throne, with his eye-popping
cock on display, half hard and so inviting. I took in the mouth-watering
sight for several extra seconds before using my fingers to get him back
to full stiffness. Oh, gosh, that tool was wonderful. So long and
thick, crowned with a wide knob.
I gazed worshipfully up at him. My hands came up and I diddled my
nipples. Jack loves to see me do that. I licked my lips suggestively.
Then I brought my open mouth down to engulf the end of his staff. My
eyes closed and I paused, breathing through my nose. After that, I
descended inch by inch, until he was completely in me. My head bobbed in
slow motion. He sighed. We were joined so sensually, my slow steady
motion stimulating him to the max. He set his strong hands lightly on
the back of my head, as if to guide me, though in that act I needed to
guidance.
Time stood still as I orally caressed him, my tongue working ceaselessly,
my hands on his firm thighs. After about fifteen minutes, I backed off,
so that only the head was in my mouth. That was when I began to pump
him, my fingers as far as they would reach around his rod, my thumb on
the seam running up its underside. I mentally compared his impressive
asset to my own meager one. It was natural that I should have become who
I now was, adulating someone so masculine. His breathing quickened, so I
knew he was approaching the climactic moment. I sucked harder and
swirled my tongue around his corona. I flicked the tip of my taster
against the frenum. My hand maintained its rhythm and tightened
slightly. Jack gasped and spurted. I greedily swallowed his semen,
feeling completed in that moment. After mouthing him through a long
coda, I let his slicked organ slip from between my lips. He grunted his
approval.
I got up and put my clothes back in order. Then I scooted out to the
kitchen to check on everything. There was white wine chilled, in case he
wanted it, with the baked-chicken main course. Jack came up from behind.
His arms went around me, just below my bottom ribs. I held onto his
wrists as he gave me a firm hug.
"That's my sweet Gem," he complimented. "I feel a whole lot better. Too
bad you didn't get any relief."
"We both know I like to wait." I pushed my bottom back against him.
"And more importantly, you enjoy it when I'm horny and desperate for
release."
He chuckled good-naturedly. "It's true. Now freshen up. I have to make
a phone call and then you can serve dinner."
"I made a special dessert," I mentioned.
"For both of us?"
"Of course."
"But you already had one dessert."
We laughed together.
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(This short scene was inspired by the exceptional drawings of Jennie
Andrews, on Deviant Art, especially one titled RETRO HEAVEN. Please
check her work there.)
(There's an example of her B&W art on my page, on the same site. That
page is under the name Subthrone. The picture is in my Favorites
collection, near the bottom, and you can use it to link to her Gallery.)
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