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Writer's note too readers: "Mousewife" a male who becomes the femme person in a relationship (a Male Housewife, if You will). While this story is true, some names and locations have been (shall we say) "Modified"? to protect those who were involved. Also, Everyone who reads this, Please give thanks to the hard working "NIFTY" Archivist, who's "burden"it is to read these stories first, then seperate the "chaff from the wheat!" While writing a good story is hard, "The Archivist" has too choose what is "Good enough" for Nifty!
Having reminded everyone, I (will) now continue with My tale. Thank You. Mike.
It was the fall of 1992, Our president (Bush SR.) had decided that we had done such a good job (Desert Storm) that everyone had to leave the Military.
Seeing the proverbial "Writing on the wall" I got out and headed home.
I got a small 2 bedroom, basement apartment for cheap. I unloaded my stuff into it, Drew unenployment checks and made the best of it, hoping for a job come spring.
Sitting, at the local coffee shop one crappy day in February, I was "Bumped into". Coffee and Donuts went flying!
I lit a smoke,took a drag and looked at who had run into me. It was a boy named "Ron". Slender build, Green eyes and his hair was now a chestnut brown wave past his shoulders. Ron had been a friend of My younger brother, during high school, until he had "confessed" to wearing "girls stuff" at a sleep over; (My brother had sent Me a letter about this, While I was in Germany).
"Your O.K." was My response, as ronnie tried to pick up donuts and wipe the spilled coffee.
Ronnie got everything cleaned up and then came and sat down with me ,at My table.
"Your Home!" he announced, a little too Loudly,I thought. "Yep" was my reply, as I fished out another Marlboro. "Been back 3 weeks now". Ronnie was chatty, "I'm living on Walnut Street" was My reply, "come over and lets talk ". I got up and headed for my beat up '76 Dodge pickup.
Going home, I thought back to My younger brother's letter about Ron.
I got home and cracked a beer, (it was 5 O'clock somewhere!). I looked at how I was living (beer cans stacked on the counter, TV dinner boxes piled up, "I should clean this up" I thought as I grabbed another beer . it was noon, I didnt have anything going on and I had no plans for going out again. About an hour later, someone was knocking on My door. Looking thru the peephole, I saw it was Ronnie and let him in.
Ronnie oohed and aahhd over the apartment, As We sat down to talk.
"Mike, I could take care of You" Ronnie blurted out. "I mean, You could use a hand and I can cook! I mean really cook"He blurted out, words comming out in a rush. "You would stop by in the morning?" I asked. "You have two bedrooms" he replied, "I could move in, split the rent and keep You happy" he replied.
"How happy?" I asked. "Very happy" he replied. I agreed to let Ronnie move in. Ronnie was true to his word, the apartment was clean and neat, My clothes were washed, folded and put away, his share of the rent always on time. "You would make a great wife" I jested "Well, a good Mousewife anyway" he replied.
June 1992, We had a severe storm warning, the sky rumbled and popped with thunder and lightning. I was, now, working as a mechanic. The thunder sounded like an MLRS firing off, I went home, showered and went to bed. I was laying there and shaking, when I heard a voice: "Michael, are You O.k?" "Not really" I croaked out. "Can I lay with You?" the voice asked, "Yea, sure" I said. Ronnie crawled into My bed. Smelling of sweet flower's and wearing a pink nylon and black lace "shortie" nightie. "I love You Honey" he said, "You are a good man, Touch Me to see how serious I am". I slid my hand over and touched his smoothly shaved thigh as he snuggled in next to me. "Michael" he whispered, "I shaved and prepped Myself for You, Please let me be Your girl". I touched and stroked his long hair, Kissed his neck and shoulder's. Ronnie, turned around to face me. "I want too suck You off, can I?" he asked. Ronnies painted lips engulfed Me! So wet, so deep, soo damn
hot! I came! my semen spewing into Ronnies sweet mouth. he softly sucked Me until I was hard again.
"Take Me" he whispered ,"Fuck me deep and hard. I fumbled around, Ronnie lay on his back and guided my cock into position. "Slow and Easy" he whispered. I pushed into him, Ronnie gasped. After I was "fully "in, Ronnie said "Give me a moment, sweetie". I waited and after being given the O.K , I pounded his tight little hole. Ronnie's shaven legs around My hips, My hands entwined in his hair, I shot My load deep inside of him!
I woke up, the next morning, to the smells of breakfast cooking :(Eggs, sausage, toast and fresh brewed Coffee!). I walked out to the Kitchen. Ronnie was wearing a (as we later called it) a "June Cleaver" dress with Faux pearls and a pair of strappy heels. "Good Morning Sweetie!" Ronnie enthused, before kissing Me. "I hope You slept well!" Ronnie fed Me breakfast. Afterwards, I leaned over and touched his arm and led him back to My bed. Peeling his dress off, I whispered "You are a wonderfull Wife, Ronnie!" "I am Your Mousewife!" he replied before sucking My cock into his hot mouth!
That night. Ronnie moved into My bedroom and we then rented out the other room until we bought a place. She quit her job and now lives full time as "Ronnie". It has been 16 years and I am still in love with My Mousewife.