Dressed like a mid 20th century housewife

You returned home, having dropped your legal wife off to find you “other” wife vacuuming the living room.

Her hair was immaculate. Her house dress did not have a single wrinkle.

“Honey, I’m home”. You said aloud.

She turned off the vacuum and smiled at you.

“Welcome home, dear.” She said, walking daintily over to your embrace. You kissed, long and hard. You could feel her errction growing in her skirts.

“How was your day?” She asked after breaking the kiss, starring into your eyes.

“Fine, my love.” You say. She leads you to the couch and sits you do, bringing you a beer as you watch TV and rubbing your shoulders.

“You’re so tense…” she said.

After a while you motion for her to sit next to you.

You cuddle on the couch for about and hour, sharing the occasional kisses and passionate touches before she gets up to finish your dinner.

She made a pot roast, which was delicious. But the time has come to go upstairs…