50’s housewife

Ever since I was a teenager I had been dismayed by modern society, for some reason I never could understand I seemed the think the 50’s had been the best time to live. Life had been simpler, people kinder. Jeez was I ignorant, I guess that’s what you get when your idea of history comes from poorly written movies. The way I found this out was that I’m now living in the 50’s.

It’s weird, I still remember what the future is like. People have looked at me weird when I speak in ways that are foreign to them, or use words that haven’t been invented yet. It’s funny seeing people talk on phones with cords or look things up at libraries, boy are they going to be in for a shock when the internet comes back. Which reminds me I had better convince my husband to invest in some things.

I’m getting off track though, how did I get here? To be honest I don’t know, I was watching a movie set in the 50’s, to be honest I don’t even remember what it was about, but I said to myself, “I wish I could have lived in that time and experienced life.” Suddenly the world got fuzzy and I found myself staring at a floor with a sponge in my hand. That was a bit surprising but what was even more surprising was the fact that I felt two big weights on my chest.

I quickly found the bathroom of the house I was in and what was staring back at me was a perfect picture of a 50’s housewife. I was wearing a polka dot top and a long skirt, with my hair up in a 50’s hairstyle and a white bow to go with it. I looked to be in my 20’s. Now when I had wished to be in the 50’s, I had thought of being the same gender, a guy, but I guess the universe decided to play a joke on me.

I went to the bedroom and there I found information about myself. My name is Grace, I’m 26, and married to an investor. I didn’t believe this was happening at first, but within a few hours I knew this was no hallucination or dream. “well,” I thought to myself. “This isn’t what I had expected, but I guess it’s what I wished for, so I better make the most of it.” After all, I reasoned, there were worse fates than being a hot trophy wife to a rich guy.

I quickly found out that not everything was kinder in the 50’s, I was busy making dinner when I heard my husband approach me. Before I could even turn around he had come up behind me and started massaging my tits, I just stood there and let him do it, reveling in the new sensations. Then suddenly he ripped my blouse off, the buttons falling to the floor. He bent me over the counter and gave me a welcome home fuck.

That pretty much set the tone for everything else. I got to stay at home and enjoy life. Sure I had to cook and clean, but I was previously dealing with annoying people in the 21st century, so this was paradise compared to that. Then I got to get fucked almost daily by my hunky husband. I’m now 7 months pregnant with our first child, and I couldn’t be happier. It will be interesting to live out life this way, watching my child grow up, and watching a history that I already know actually happen.


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