Chapter 7: The Duties of a Housewife

"Amy, what am I suppose to be doing?" Laura asked suddenly from her seat at the kitchen table.

Laura had been sitting in the same place now since Stan had called almost two hours earlier. She had just read a House and Garden Magazine cover to cover and suddenly realized she had no interest in houses or gardens.

Amy, who had just come down from cleaning the kids' rooms to make lunch, looked at Laura inquisitively and said, "What's that you say?"

"What am I suppose to be doing?" Laura repeated, "As a housewife, you know? I'm not interested in this gardening stuff, even if Pietro would let me anywhere near his garden. I like cooking, a little, but you have made it clear that that is your department, as is the house cleaning. What then am I suppose to do? Start watching day time soap operas?"

"It is one thing a lot of housewives do," Amy said with a smile.

"Well not this housewife, I didn't study four years in college to sit in front of a TV watching 'The Bold and the Beautiful' or 'The Young and the Restless' while the days of my life pass me by." Laura gave a deep sigh. "It's my first day as a housewife and I'm already bored to death. I can already tell this simply isn't for me." She gave a sad, 'but what am I to do' look and Amy took pity on her.

"You know, a housewife is only needed when a house needs to be tended to, if there are two servants in a house to do that, then you are pretty free to do anything you want. You just have to decide what that is."

"What do I want," Laura repeated thinking out loud. She looked over at Amy as she bent down to get something out of the cabinet under the kitchen counter and saw Amy's bald pussy open up a bit and drip some cunt juice on the floor. Though it had been a week since she had returned from her honeymoon, she hadn't really had much opportunity to connect with this gorgeous red-head. The main theme that week had been making two families truly one, and she had focused especially on her three new sons as well as her husband and daughters.

"Well, what would you like," Amy said from her bent position, breaking Laura's trance as she looked lustfully at Amy's twat.

"What's that," Laura asked having forgotten what they were discussing.

"To know what you want to do you have to start by deciding what you like to do."

"What I like to do is work!" Laura said exasperated. "My husband is working, my children are at school, and there is no need for me here in the house. I'm getting a job. I'll talk it over with Stan and let him know that it's not because we need extra money, it's because I'll go crazy if I don't get something to do."

"Stan never told me," Amy said, "what exactly did you do?"

"I actually have two very different degrees, one is in Fashion Design, that's what I was doing since I graduated, designing clothes. I was pretty good at it, but I got tired of the big labels getting the credit for my ideas, and I couldn't get any backing, financially or through recommendation to start putting out my own line of clothes. Anyway, a project of that magnitude would have kept me away from my girls for a lot longer than my 9 to 5 job."

"So I take it you are not interested in going back to that line of work," Amy said grabbing some cups and bringing the coffee pot to the table, "a little coffee to help you think?"

"Yes, please," Laura said smiling, and in no way trying to hide her fascination with Amy's boobs or her hairless pussy, "and no, fashion designing just doesn't interest me anymore at this time."

Amy poured Laura some coffee and then sat directly opposite her with her legs parted; Laura could smell Amy's beautiful scent over the smell of the coffee. She found it very intoxicating. "What was the other degree," Amy asked.

"What," Laura said surprised, returning suddenly from the erotic heaven the scent of Amy's open pussy had taken her to.

"You said you had two degrees, I was wondering what the other one was for."

"Oh yes, my fallback career, one should always have one for when that dream career of theirs just slips away from them. I got my 2^nd degree in Office Management, it allows me to get, well apply anyway, for any type of clerical job from secretary, to receptionist to data input clerk."

Amy noted Laura's excitement when she spoke of this and said, "It sounds like you'd like that."

"Well," Laura said mischievously, "I've always had this secret fantasy of working as the secretary in a giant office and being able to have an affair with all of my superiors; I was so jealous before when Stan called and asked permission to fuck his secretary, not because she was about to screw my husband, but because she was living my dream."

"Maybe you should ask Stan if they have any openings for a secretary at his office.

"You know," Laura said suddenly, "that's a great idea, there may not be anything in his department, but that building is a giant haven of nothing but offices, he can keep his ears open for me."