My situation started because I needed money. I had lost my job, I was a middle school art teacher, and my rent was due and the landlord told me that I had ten days to come up with the rent or he was going to have to ask me to leave. I was scared, I was going to be on the street living in my car. I called my parents and asked for help and they sent me three hundred dollars, I went to a friend and she loaned me two hundred dollars, I told my next door neighbor and he said he didn't have any money but if I wanted to I could camp out at his place until I got settled. So that is what I did, I gave up my apartment and moved in with my neighbor sleeping on the couch.

I was stupid, blind, who knows what else. It never crossed my mind that he was going to expect me to give him sex. I even told him that while I was there I would gladly keep house for him, do the dishes, fix dinner, clean the bathroom, stuff that guys hate to do and he obviously didn't do. I asked him about his routine so that I wouldn't disturb him when he got up and got ready for work. Having my panties torn off and fucked on the floor wasn't what I ever imagined.

And that brings me to my confession. Getting fucked on the floor that night was my first time. I had never been fucked. Maybe I was so inexperienced that I liked it even if I should have hated it. Of course I also had to clean the bathroom, take out the trash, wash the dishes, fix dinner. Those all came with the territory. What was new to me was getting fucked. I liked it the first time and I liked it every time after that. He says I was man hungry, maybe I was.

I had this dress, easy, flowing, open skirt. I had that dress on and I went to the bathroom before he came home and I just didn't put my panties back on. When he came home I served him his beer and brought him some pretzels and stood in front of him and lifted my dress up and let him look and told him that he couldn't have desert unless he ate all his dinner. Today it sounds like small stuff, silly stuff but it wasn't. I may have been the bitch in the house, and maybe I was man hungry but he was just as pussy hungry. And I had the pussy. And I was a bitch about it, and I still am. I don't care if I have to clean bathrooms, or fix dinner, what I don't like is going to work.

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by Anonymous on Sep 26, 2018 at 1:01 PM

Congratulations. You've discovered your inner sixties housewife. Now all you need is a ring and a kid or to to complete the set.

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