Saturday

You can't believe it. You totally can't believe it. It's Saturday and instead of being drunk, watching movies or even lying in bed, you are cleaning the floor. Not in your house. For free. Well, almost for free. For promise of sex with Amy. You saw each other briefly in the morning, Amy just told you what's need to be done, gave you a quick kiss and then left. You were a little disappointed, you hoped for a little more. You look at your phone, Amy wrote that she'll be back at 4. It is 2 and you are almost finished with cleaning. So you'll take fifteen minutes of rest and then get to to cooking.

You are considering what to cook. You have some experience with it, but you were doing it from time to time and you think that Amy expects something special. Thankfully fridge is full so you have many ingredients to choose from. You decide to call the web for help. After browsing through different recipes that you deem too risky, you decide on Spaghetti Carbonara. Good and simple to do. You hope that Amy will like it. But who doesn't like Spaghetti? But you are still a little nervous while waiting for her.

She walks inside carrying many bags. You help her put them on the floor.

"That smells nice. Listen, Emily, before we are going to eat, I want you to change into what's in this bag, okay?"

You see no reason to protest, you just hope that it isn't something embarrassing. When you look into the bag you know that it is embarrassing. A little. Well, a lot. It is a sexualized costume of a housewife from the 50's. It is red dress with white dots and fringe. It shows a lot of legs and a lot of cleavage. You suppose you could try to protest, but somehow you don't believe that you would be able to resist Amy. With a sigh you begin to undress. When you have "the outfit" already on you, you have to admit that you look perfect in it. It looks sexy and seductive. Fuck, you want to fuck yourself right now.

You leave the room and show yourself to Amy. She licks her lips.

"You look more tasty than this Spaghetti" she says.

She herself doesn't look half bad in a classy black dress. But that's the thing: she looks classy, you look like a slutty housewife. It's too late to back down anyway, so you serve Spaghetti. Amy jokes a little about taking an easy way, but she says, to your relief, that it is very tasty. When you are done eating and you decide to wash the dishes she walks from behind you and whispers to you ears:

"Now we have a choice. We can have a romantic evening watching some movies on sofa or we can come to my parents bedroom and I'll fuck your brains out. Your choice. A bit of a warning though. If you chose a second option you'll seal your life as my housewife."

You know that she's right, you feel like a deer in a headlights. Do you really want your life to be like that? To take care of home while Amy is working and providing for both of you? No, you want to finish good university and... So why are you so wet? How did she do that? She's supposed to be a shy and submissive one!

"Emily" she says while caressing your breasts "I'm waiting for your answer."

"Please" you say silently but loud enough for her to hear "fuck me."

"Let's go to the bedroom" she says after giving a little slap to your butt.