1950'a housewife! <3

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Geil_wijf

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I am a woman with a 1950's housewife fetish. <3

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Do any fellow women find the 1950 housewife role very hot? I recently discovered what it meant and it gets me going every time. The mix of submission, obedience, dressing up and sexist abuse just makes me feel amazing. I usually imagine hubby order me what to wear - lingerie, heels, dresses and jewellery. Packs and flat shoes obviously off limits.

Being his wife, I'd smile as he'd come home. "baby, tongue" he orders. In kneel down and open my mouth. As he slides his cock in my mouth, he grins. "Don't forget who is in charge of you woman. It's just a females place to serve." - I would moan as my husband would look at me as if I was a slutry piece of trash because of my sex.

Next, I would have to go to the kitChen to cook his dinner; a real woman's work. As I would take care of my man, he'd regularly slap my as and tell me something hot and sexist, before finally drilling me against the kitchen table. He'd make me beg.

"Honey what do you need? "
"I need your powerful cock"
"But honey weren't you a feminist" he'd grin.
"I'D moan good him, repeating how I'm a woman and should know my place before hew comes all over my dolled up face.

That's one hot fantasy!
 
This is long-time fantasy of my husband and me and we have even bought clothes to make me look the part of the good little housewife.

The twist on this for us though, is that I always end up "confessing" that I have done naught things during the day
 
It was a strange time. Women keep the national machinery of the USA running while men went to fight WWII. The men returned and women were kicked back into the kitchen. Post-war media portrayed women as accessories again. Housewives of 1950s and early 1960s TV were cheerful subs ala June Cleaver and Donna Read, or ditzy scatterbrains like Lucy Ball and I Married Joan.

That repression fueled later liberation. Meanwhile, housewives did not spend days alone. Coffee circles, club gatherings, social moves -- and maybe lingerie shows and more. This was the era chronicled in the book THE VELVET UNDERGROUND: the sex clubs, swapping, queer pervs, BDSM, the whole under-the-radar Dionysian swinging scene.

What does the OP's housewife have to confess every day when hubby gets home?
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my LIT stuff
 
Button down shirt dress, belted with an ample, pleated skirt hemmed several inches below the knee. Matched up with a nice, white lace bra accentuating some cleavage and matching panties worn over a matching garter belt. All with a 30 year old Donna Reed inside.
 
I love this!! I'll be Laura Petrie any day, although that was the 60s by then! I can celebrate my femininity like that, easily. 👠🍸💄👛 I like rp'ing for pocketbook change and like having to ask Hubby for money, ect.
 
A very hot fantasy. I have never been overly domineering but the thought of a submissive wife aiming to please me is very hot!
 
I remember that era from my childhood. It was marvelous. None of the women seemed to be offended about being perceived as fuck toys. I remember playing with Lincoln Logs on the floor while the gals at Mom’s Tupperware parties talked about how the husband’s bosses and co-workers were always trying to sneak them off for a “quickie.” It was pretty clear that at least a few of them had said yes.

When my dad came home from work, the first thing he did was lift Mom’s dress and snap the elastic on her panties. He did it right in front of me, as if it were okay for boys to see such things because it was expected that they would grow up to do the same. (Little did we know about the social changes which lay ahead of us.) Every carnival fun house included a wind vent that would blow up the ladies’ dresses and, for just a moment, transform any small town housewife into Monroe on the subway grate. I can’t remember any of the women refusing to visit the fun house, even if their hubby’s friends were watching – and they usually were!

And the lingerie such moments revealed! White nylon full briefs were the order of the day, as well as girdles (seldom seen anymore). Garter belts with metallic clasps held up silk stockings. When the mini skirt first arrived, the girls had not yet caught the habit of wearing them with tights or pantyhose, and in the beginning it was a symphony of visible underwear. No one objected.
 
Hi Geil
Great topic ... My mates mum was like that wearing 60s clothes aprons in kitchen knee hi skirts.. Made me very arousing. I would often visit and she be alone and would have a coffe with her and look at her cleavage and tell me about waiting for hubby to come home and please him with dinner..
 
I love him being erotically sexist. Pink lace, thigh highs pink heels and nails. He came over my heels, than made me cook dinner. He would have me please him as he's eating. He'd also control my birth control.

"Honey, I threw your pill away. I love it when you're ovulating fertile."

Make me dinner and maybe I lift up your skirt and fuck you from behind while you are cooking. Then you go down under the dining table and suck me while I am eating
 
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