My 50s housewife

January 11

I leave early to get to the office. Pick up my lunch box and leave knowing my 50s housewife will be waiting. My phone pings it is her, my south west coast girl. A picture which lingerie today, I pick black knowing she must go to shops.

The black garter belt with matching bra, panties and stockings will be worn under her flowery dress.

I think of her all day.

I return home she is waiting, long blonde hair, her eyes alive. She kisses me as I enter, I follow her to the kitchen, I bend her over no words needed, pushing her black panties to the side. Pumping my house wife with all my built up stresses from the day. I finish, put her panties back in place. We sit for an evening meal knowing what is for dessert this is why I have my free love 50s house wife