A day in your life

The honeymoon week was over, and you began to settle into what would be your new life probably until the day you died.

Your day would start around 7:00am. Rising with the sun, you would quietly make your way to the kitchen, attempting not to wake your husband. Once in the kitchen, you would pack your husband’s lunch and start cooking breakfast.

Breakfast was usually finished by around 7:45am. You would then take a shower, freshen yourself up, and get dressed. Once you were done, around 8:00am, you would go back to the dining room and stand patiently besides your husband’s seat, patiently waiting for him.

Buck would wake at 8:00am, and would make his way to the dinning room by 8:15am. You would stand by his side as he ate, ready to serve him anything he may need. Buck finished breakfast at around 8:30am.

Once your husband had finished eating, it was time to preform your morning duty. He would bend you over one of the kitchen counters, flip-up the skirt of your dress, pull your panties aside, and start fucking you. Without any foreplay, you were always dry as a bone. Your husband, however, seemed not to care about your discomfort and would ram himself into you regardless. He would usually finish inside of you before 8:45am. He would then go upstairs to shower and get dressed. You would then quickly scoff down your breakfast before your husband returned.

Your husband usually returned, fully dressed, at around 9:00am. You would do the dishes as he read the newspaper or watched the morning sports news. At 9:30am you would hand him his lunch and wave goodbye as Buck got into his car and drove off the work at the scrapyard.

9:30-11:00am would be spent physically cleaning the house. Picking up laundry, doing dishes, dusting, moping, ect. From 11:00-12:00 you would take a small break, have lunch, and read some of the mothering-books you mother had given you as a wedding gift. On Wednesdays however, instead of reading you would go over the family finances and pay outstanding bills.

12:00-3:00pm you would tend to the exterior of the house. This involved cleaning windows, clearing drainpipes, and washing away any dirt stuck to the exterior. You would also do yard work like basic gardening, mowing the lawn, and trimming shrubs. This was often the most physically demanding and grueling part of the day, and would often leave you completely exhausted.

Despite your exhaustion, you continued to work on. From 3:00-5:00pm you would do laundry. After laundry, you would spend the next hour doing a once-over of the house to ensure it’s clean. Then you would start preparing dinner right before 6:00pm. If your husband hadn’t gone out drinking, he would be home from work at around 6:00pm. If it was a drinking night, he could be out as late as 11:00pm.

Assuming he came home on time, Buck would do one of two things after arriving home. He would either plop himself down in front of the TV, or he would go work in the garage. Ether way, it would be your job to balance cooking dinner and fetching him beers until it was time to eat.

Dinner would be served at around 7:30pm on a normal night. Buck was usually lightly buzzed by then. As with breakfast, you didn’t eat until Buck had finished his meal. Buck hadn’t made that rule, but it was something your mother had told you all good wives do.

Once dinner was finished and dishes were cleaned, your only chore left for the day was to wait on Buck. After dinner, Buck would switch from beer to hard liquor and it was then he was usually at his drunkest. Your bedtime was Buck’s bedtime, and that could mean going to sleep at anytime from as early as 8:00pm to as late as 1:00am, it all depend on how much **** was consumed. If he passed out early or didn’t get drunk that night, you could often enjoy an early rest. But if he drank just enough so that he was wasted enough to stay up late, but not enough to pass out, then it was generally a long night.

Once it was time for bed, you would both go upstairs and while Buck stripped down in the bedroom, you slipped into something more comfortable in the bathroom. Then, it was time for breeding. And breeding really was the best term for it. You would just lay there as Buck thrust into you, until he final had thrust enough to blow his load. It wasn’t as bad as the morning sex. Buck was very dominant in bed, and luckily you were extremely submissive. So whenever Buck would pin you down and use you as nothing more than his personal cum-rag, it really got you going.

And that was a normal day in your life. There were a few exceptions to this monotony. Every Friday Buck had poker night with his work friends. Usually this just meant he would come home esters late, extra drunk, and extra angry. However occasionally poker night would be at Buck’s house, so those Fridays you would make an extra big meal and act as waitress to Buck’s drunken gambling pals.

On the weekends, you mostly spent your time serving Buck, fetching him beers, bringing him snacks, getting railed, ect. Buck mostly spent weekends in his garage.

Every Saturday you would wash the car by hand. And on Sunday you and Buck would go to morning mass, and then go grocery shopping.

An average day was already on the verge of becoming overwhelming. There wasn’t a single day you didn’t find yourself completely and utterly spent. However, you kept to you mother’s training. You always made sure to look your best, never complained, and smiled for your husband.