Adventures of A Mildly Positive Housewife (Bimbo)

Your eyes flit open to find yourself in your suburban two story house. A quick gander around and you notice everything was as it was, wondering if you might have dozed off while standing for some odd reason. You quickly make your rounds like the cleanliness watchdog that you were and when you were satisfied with how everything was looking, you place your hands on your hips to let out a happy sigh. Your home was a beautiful place, fit for your young married household and perhaps a future brood. You never would have imagined having married such a wonderful man while still in your late 20s. Bouncing in your step, your G cup boobs jiggle inside the tight fitting yellow top you had on. When you felt its weight, you remembered that you had not been wearing a bra all day, and from the draft in your short summer skirt, neither were you donning any form of panties down below. Just as you thought about going upstairs to get a change of clothes, you were quickly distracted by a crooked flower vase. Even after the quick adjustment to its facing so that your precious flowers had the most sun, you lost your initial focus on something rather important, tying your long straight blonde hair into a bun to work on whatever housework was left in anticipation for the rest of the day.