Housewife’s Secret

Chapter One: Daddy’s Little Angel:

On the outside, our marriage looked perfect. Oliver worked at the bank while I stayed at home and took care of the house. Eighteen years of marriage and no children. Our house was nice. And we lived in a nice neighborhood. Our friends were so nice. Everything was so peachy.

It made me want to cry.

When did my life become so boring? I used to be someone else before I got married. I don’t recognize her anymore and she would be disappointed in me. I don’t know how this happened. I decided that I didn’t want this life anymore. Something inside of me had to do something before I snapped.

(Before I go on, I would like to keep my identity anonymous for this confession. Names and identifying locations have been changed to protect everyone’s privacy. Now back to my confession.)

It all started with an ad in a women’s magazine. I remembered it was a Sunday. Oliver slept in most mornings. (He stopped going to church a long time ago. I didn’t question it after a couple of years.) He was asleep and I had just finished cleaning the kitchen. I had a little time to myself. So I sat down and looked through that magazine. I was flipping through the pages when something caught my eye.

“What is it that you desire most?”

Now, usually I wouldn’t pay any mind to ads like this. But this… This one spoke to me. The more I stared at it, the more I couldn’t figure out why. What did I desire most? I started to make a list in my head. New household appliances, a clean house, and not having to do so many household chores, a nice night with the girls…

No.

Those were just superficial things. What did I truly want? I began to remember traces of the woman I used to be. What happened to her and where did she go? It was then that I looked around and dialed the number in the ad. I held my breath as I waited.

“Hello, this [company redacted], what is it that you desire most?” an operator sounding like Kermit the Frog asked. I sat up straight on the couch. Wow, it really worked.

“To be like a little girl again!” I blurted out. No sooner had those words left my mouth than I wondered if I was sure that I should be doing this or not.

“Done,” the operator said. Then, they hung up. I was left wondering if I had just wasted my time.

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On Wednesdays, I dressed up like I was a little girl. I loved my pink party dress. My hair was always up in pigtails. My white stockings came up to my knees.

I lay on the floor, coloring in a coloring book, humming to myself. I couldn’t wait for Daddy to get home. Stuffed animals and Barbies decorated my special room. My favorite white and rainbow stuffed unicorn sat next to me. It was weird, I had to admit at first. There weren’t many directions on what I was supposed to do. This was the type of situation where I would have to wing it. After a couple of weeks of sessions, I started to get into it.

I looked when I heard a knock on the door. Oh, Daddy’s home. I jumped up and ran over to open it. My Daddy was a beautiful man. He looked around nineteen or twenty with tattoos all over his arms. Today, he wore jeans and a black tank top.

“Hello, little princess,” he greeted me. I giggled as I hugged him.

“Hey, Daddy,” I said. Daddy patted me on the head.

“Have you been good this week?” he asked. I gave him innocent little baby eyes.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

“Did you touch yourself this week?” he asked. My pigtails bounced back and forth as I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I said.

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”

“No, Daddy! I won’t do that!”

He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. “Show me how you play with your unicorn.” I tried to hold back a smile, but failed.

“Yes, Daddy!” I said. I picked up Luna, my unicorn, and sat down on the bed. I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs. Her horn went straight into my pussy lips. I moaned as I pulled it in and out. Daddy stood watching me, licking his lips. My body felt hot, making me go faster as I blushed.

Oliver could never make me feel like this. And I wanted more.