View Full Version : A Housewife & A Whore

dildaar
08-17-2008, 07:44 PM
It was Thursday morning, the fourth day of my week's
holiday, but as we had workmen building a garage for
us, I was making myself busy around the house. So here
I was in the bed room, picking up the children's
clothes ready to put into the washing basket, when I
heard the boss of the workmen calling me from down
stairs.

"Mrs. Karnik. Can you spare me a moment?"

"Be right with you."

I made my way back downstairs to the little study where

my computer is kept. The boss of the workmen had come
in a few minutes earlier, asking to use my PC to find a
local stockist of some parts he needed for the garage
door. So naturally, I'd just logged on, and brought up
my internet browser for him, and then I'd left him to
find what he wanted. As I was coming down the stairs, I
assumed, like most men who are good with their hands,
he was like a fish out of water on the PC, and needed
my help.

So full of confidence, and ready to show-off my talents

on the keyboard, I breezed into the study. My
confidence and literally all my breath was taken from
me as I looked at the screen to see what he had
displayed.

"What do you make of this?"

I stood there, not blushing, but ashen white, the blood
had drained from my face.

"Well? Nothing to say for yourself? Well what about

these emails, I bet Mr. Karnik doesn't know about
these?"

I tried my best to sound in control.

"You shouldn't be looking in my private mail account."

"Ok then. If you want to get silly about this. I've

printed a few of these emails out on paper, and I'll
make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a
wife has been up to."

"No you can't."

"Can't! Who says I can't?"

"But please. I haven't been unfaithful to him. It's

just words on the internet."

"So he won't mind then. Will he?"

"Please I beg you, please don't tell him."

"If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Will you ****?"

"No. You can't ask that of me. Please. I've never so

much as kissed another man since I got married."

"My, aren't we the little angel. So what about these

stories you've been reading?"

Well I guess at this stage, I'd better explain exactly

what this man had found, and what my situation was. My
Name is Archana, I'm married to Ashmit, and we
have two beautiful children Kamala aged 3 and Kamal 6. I
am 32, and I've been so very wicked. My Ashmit is so
sweet and he cares for me and the children so lovingly.
I really do love him with all my heart, but! I know
you're thinking, 'with true love there can be no buts'.
In truth, I would never cheat on Ashmit, even if the
most handsome man in the world wanted to date me. But I have a dark side, I don't
think we are given these dark
thoughts for no reason. So one day whilst idling some time away on the net, I made
a search for 'sex'. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites to visit. After
I'd browsed around about ten or so sites, finding only pictures and videos that I
found crude. I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn't what I was
looking for. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing I needed.
It was just my sex life with Ashmit was so safe and predictable, I thought there
had to be something more. Then, reading through the search results, I saw a site
that was free, didn't need you to register, and contained adult stories. I had no
idea what to expect, but when I logged in, the range of material available was
mind blowing.

Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some

very wicked, involving rape, bondage, and incest. There
were even stories of women having sex with animals! But
the idea of this turned my stomach, so I avoided them.
Reading these other stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know, wet.
But even though I was now hooked on reading these stories, they were in the
majority, pretty shallow, with little or no real story, just an excuse for
describing sexual activity. Then one day I read a story, and it all seemed so
innocent, it was only the fact of where the story was posted, that let me know
something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character
in the story. I won't go into detail, but this poor innocent; and normal housewife
was tricked into various situations, ending up with her starring in a porn video,
and being gang raped. Well if the other stories had got me wet, this one had me in
a trance. I'd been fingering myself all the time I'd been reading, and it was a
long story. How many times I'd come I can't remember. Well I read this same story
over and over again for three days running, each time getting the same thrill,
imagining myself to be the central character. This one day I plucked up courage,
and emailed the author, he'd left some silly little statement at the end of his
story, asking for girls from England to email him. Well I hadn't mentioned it, but
I'm from Sweden, and proud of it, but I emailed him anyway. Then I waited and
waited. Day after day I'd dash to the PC after work to see if he'd replied. Three
days, no reply. On the fourth day, I'd had to do some shopping on the way home,
and by the time I got home my Ashmit was already there. So I just thought, it's
not worth risking looking now, he won't have replied anyway. And even if he does,
what will he want to say to me? So it wasn't until the next morning, Ashmit had
just left for work; the children were having breakfast, so I opened my mail. There
it was; he'd replied to me. It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal,
but he'd supplied me with a list of the stories he'd written, and told me which
site they were available on. I once again won't go into detail, but when I
couldn't actually find these stories, I emailed him back, and he kindly pasted the
whole text of a story into an email for me. In fact it was three emails,
containing Parts one, two, and three of a series he'd written. I started reading
the story, and was once again, immediately the central character. This girl was I
guess raped, but not with violence, more persuasion, and circumstance. Then as the
story progressed, it moved to a new dimension. I said before the thought of animal
sex turned my stomach. Well now reading this, in my mind, I was this girl, and
after being gang raped, they were making me have sex with a dog. But amazingly,
this got me hotter than I like to admit. So I read on, this was real hard-core
animal sex, not just dogs, but then horses as well. And to my shame, I loved every
word of it, and I couldn't stop reading.

So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow

found this story on my PC, and then read my emails to
and from the author. Well I'd been ashamed of myself
before, when only I knew what I'd been doing. But now
this horrible builder man knew, I felt really humiliated. But if my Ashmit ever
found out, I'd kill myself! I could never look him in the eye again.So back to my
predicament.

"My, aren't we the little angel. So what about these

stories you've been reading?"

"They're nothing. I read them with my husband."

"You bloody liar! You say in your emails, your husband

has no idea you read this shit!"

"But they're just stories."

"Ok then. Let's see shall we? I'll print one out, and
you can read it to me."

"If I read one, will you promise not to tell Ashmit?"

"Well maybe. Let's see if it gets me turned on first."

He'd soon got the printer churning out page after page,
and before it had finished, he'd picked up the first few sheets, and handed them
to me.

"Come-on then, you sit here and I'll stand behind you."

He got up from my revolving computer chair, and sat me

down. I didn't know if I would be able to read the
dirty words this story contained out aloud. But I knew
that I had to do something to avoid my beloved Ashmit
finding out what a wicked woman I'd been.

As I started reading, his arms reached around from

behind me, and his hands cupped my breasts. This sent
such a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my
nipples instantly became hard. I stopped reading.

"Please no. I don't like you touching me."

"I don't care what you like. You know the alternative.

Now get reading, and think yourself lucky I haven't got

your knickers off."

I resumed my reading, as his fingers were manipulating

my nipples through the thin material of my blouse and
bra. The story was now getting to the build-up of the
first sexual action, and this by itself would have me
getting wet. But with his manipulation of my breasts, I
could feel a throbbing like I'd never felt before. It
was like a really bad case of butterflies in the tummy,
but not actually my tummy. It was deep in my .. You
know where I mean, my private part.

Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his hands

back inside my bra. There was an overwhelming rush of
passion as our flesh met, his bare fingers, and my
naked nipples.
dildaar
08-17-2008, 07:47 PM
"P-please d-don't."

"Just keep reading."

I carried on, but I was near to orgasm, and I could do

nothing to control my body. Then as I read the part of
the story where the woman took her first penetration,
it happened. I had to stop reading, and I couldn't stop
myself arching my hips forwards lifting my bottom from
the seat.

"My! That does it for you." Said Raghu (the builder)

as I calmed back down and regained my seated position.

I didn't reply, but just blushed a bright red. He was

now stood in front of me, his big hard dick in his
hands pointing directly at my face.

"Ok my little beauty, are you going to suck me off

now?"

I was so humiliated by my own lack of control, but I

knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until his dick had
shot its load of spunk. So I made not the slightest
protest, I just resigned myself to getting it over
with. Now even this I would have thought would not be worth describing from my
point of view, as all I thought I
was doing was to get his juices rising. But I am so wicked and my body is not
under my control during sex. As my mouth opened and my lips encircled the end of
his dick, my tummy started pulsing wildly. He wasn't making my control any easier;
he'd now cupped both my breasts,
and was busy working my senses to a crescendo. This is
not something that I have done very often, as Ashmit
thinks it is demeaning for me. But as his big dick hardened in my mouth, I pushed
hard down onto it,
forcing him into my throat. I took his dick as he
roughly worked my breasts and all the while my orgasm
was building. As he shot his salty spunk into my
throat, I gyrated my hips from side to side and moaning
wildly I slid from the seat onto the floor. Raghu just
stood there watching me with his dripping limp dick in
his hand. When I regained my composure, I picked myself up from the floor, and sat
back onto the chair. Raghu was
standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.

"Please. Ashmit doesn't like anyone smoking in the house."

"But he'd be ok with you giving me a blow job?"

"Please. He will smell the smoke the second he walks in."

"Well at least then he won't smell your cum stain on the carpet then."

And with that he'd looked down and nodded towards where I'd been writhing about.
And yes I'm ashamed to say, there was a wet sticky patch on the floor, which had
leaked out from my orgasm. I coloured up bright red,
feeling so ashamed again.

"Will you promise not to tell Ashmit now?"

He put his hand into his inside pocket, and pulled out a roll of printed sheets of
paper.

"Well you were pretty good, so I guess you'll be safe for now. But I'll keep this
lot, it'll take us all tomorrow to finish the work on your garage, and I guess the
old feller will want some more attention again before we're done here."

"Please I've done what you asked me to."

"I know you have my dear, and very good you were. But like I say, we're here until
tomorrow evening, and every time I look at you, I'll just be getting more excited.
So I guess we might need a repeat performance.

It wasn't that bad was it?"

I dropped my head into my hands, and never answered him. He turned and left, going
out to join his workers.
I went to the kitchen, collected my cleaning pack, returned to the study, and
cleaned up the mess that both Raghu's dripping dick and my orgasm had left on the
floor. Then I noticed the computer chair also had telltale marks. Once I'd
finished cleaning up, I returned my cleaning kit back to the kitchen. From the
kitchen window I could see the garage, and the three workers. That is Raghu the
boss, and his two men. Raghu was about forty-five. The eldest of his men was about
the same age, his name was Suresh. The other man, was only about twenty-five, this
was Lokesh. He was always stripped to the waist, displaying his muscle bound
chest. He was built like a body builder, not one ounce of excess fat, and muscles
where I didn't know muscles existed.

So as I watched these men, they had all stopped for a cigarette break, Lokesh,
just taking the break, but not smoking. Then to my horror, I began to think that
it looked like Raghu was telling them about what I'd just done for him. I know I
couldn't hear what he was saying, but some of the actions, and the looks on the
faces of the two men listening, didn't leave me in much doubt. Now the thought
that both these men might know what I'd just done was bad enough, but the reaction
that this tale received from Suresh terrified me.

He was coming towards the house, and encouraging Lokesh to join him. They could
only want one thing! I
turned and ran towards the stairs, and as I started to make my ascent, I heard
them coming in the door.

"Mrs. Karnik. Mrs. Karnik, WHERE ARE YOU?"

It was Suresh's voice booming through the house. I was only half way up the
stairs, but even if I'd reached my bedroom, what could I do? They would only
threaten to tell my husband, so I'd have no option but to satisfy them both to
keep them quiet. I stood still on the stairs, just half way up, and I turned to
face them as they appeared at the bottom.

"Are, there you are. I was calling but you never answered."
I tried to sound as unconcerned as possible.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

They both started climbing the stairs to meet me."Not if you look after us like
you just did for Raghu."

By now we were standing face to face, two steps apart, but them being taller, our
faces were almost level with each other.

"Ok. If I do the same for both of you, you promise that no one will say a word to
Ashmit?"

"We have nothing to tell him. Do we Lokesh?"

"Not if I get my ball sack emptied, I don't."

"Well turn around then; we'll do it down stairs."

"No my dear. We are the ones who are giving the orders. And I say you turn around,
I want you in your bedroom."

"No. I've said I'll do it for you. But I'm not defiling my husband's bedroom."

"You stupid bitch! Don't you understand! I said we are giving the orders. Now get
up to your bedroom before I pick you up and take you there."

The anger and menace in Suresh's voice frightened me, and my stern resolve just
collapsed, instantly turning me into a submissive slave. I turned around, and as I
made my way up the few remaining steps, someone's hand was forcing itself up in
between my legs.

"Please don't do that, I beg you."

The hand kept forcing and before I'd got to the top step, it reached its goal.

"You can beg all you like my dear. But if you don't spread your legs and give me
some room to get at your cunt, then I'll make you wish you had! And I promise you
won't like my methods. Now open those ****ing legs."
dildaar
08-17-2008, 07:52 PM
I instantly opened my legs, and with a push in the middle of my back with his
other hand, I once again began walking, somewhat duck fashion towards my bedroom.
He by now had two fingers up the side of my panties, and up inside me. I was of-
course still wet from my session with Raghu, so he had no difficulty probing deep
into me.
This rough treatment, although abhorrent to me, was still making my silly hormones
go wild. I hated everything they were doing. Their demanding approach, the
violation of my marital bedroom, his fingers probing deep inside my private love.
But hate them and what they were doing as much as I did; my body was reacting like
that of a common slut. With each step I took, I squirmed myself deeper onto his
fingers. By the time we were stood along side the bed, I felt myself wrap my hands
around his shoulders to stop myself from falling whilst I gyrated my open thighs
on his fingers.
"I see what Raghu meant, she's ****ing mad for it. Lets get her laid on the bed
and strip her naked."
I heard the words, I knew what they meant. And as much as I could never let anyone
do this to me. Here I was being laid back onto my own bed, with Suresh's finger
ramming in and out of me, my hips lifting to complement his thrusting, while
Lokesh was pealing off my clothes. I just let him! No sign of struggle or protest,
my arms and legs were pulled from side to side, and up and down until I was naked.
Now Lokesh was on the bed astride my shoulders, he was also naked. His big dick
semi-hard dropped towards my mouth. He took my hands and placed them on his shaft,
and he leaned forwards dropping his dick to my lips. I just took it inside my
mouth, and he started thrusting deep into my wind-pipe. My whole body was aflame,
and then I realised that although I was humping my hips, Suresh was no longer
ramming me with his fingers. I did have a conscious thought, but decided he must
be stripping off ready to follow Lokesh, in ****ing my mouth. So I once again
drifted off, back into the land of sex and sensation.
Then as something big pushed up into my crotch, I felt myself being stretched wide
to take something more than fingers. I tried to resist him. I promise I did try.
But my effort was too weak, and the onslaught was too strong. It pushed its way
relentlessly up inside me, stretching me like Ashmit has never done. Then as I
felt his body contacting mine he started a slow thrusting in and out. Well even if
Ashmit himself had walked in at that moment, I think my wicked body would have
just kept on thrusting in unison with Suresh's dick. Out of control is all I can
say. Every fibre of my body was being taken to heights they had never been to.
Then Lokesh pulled his dick from my mouth, and started jacking himself, shooting
his cum all over my face and into my hair.
"Oh ****ing yes! She's a ****ing slut alright. Look at her."
I was past caring what they thought; all my body wanted was pleasure. And I wanted
this big dick inside me to explode, lighting the touch paper for what I knew would
be an orgasm to beat all the orgasms I've ever had.
"See if you can find a camera, they're bound to have one. We've got to get a
picture of her face like that."
You might have thought that on hearing Suresh's words I would have come to my
senses. But no, I didn't. I carried on thrusting with my lover, and apart from
licking up and swallowing the spunk that was on and around my lips; I never
attempted to wipe my face clean. Instead my hands were clasped to Suresh's hips,
encouraging the increase in pace that I knew would bring his thunder bolt!

I wasn't disappointed, the increase in pace had been the fore-runner to his
climax. So now, as he changed to the stabbing thrusts, I could feel the warm seeds
he was shooting deep inside me. My body arched itself high in the air, and my hole
gripped his dick. Then as I dropped back to the bed and writhed about, my legs
wrapped around his waist. Exactly how the rest of my orgasm went I'm not sure. I
wasn't there. I was floating somewhere in heaven. Floods of warm pleasure were
flowing through every vein in my body.
When I did eventually gain my senses, both of them were dressed and busy looking
at the little pre-view screen on my Ashmit's camera. It came to me what kind of
pictures they had on there, and what I'd just done. Why am I so bad? I go to
church. I believe in God. I pray every night. And above all, I love my husband. So
how could I do what I've just done? I feel so bad.
But the photo's! They're on Ashmit's camera!

"Hey! You have to delete those pictures."

Suresh looked across, and it was a very black look, gone the smile that had been
there a second before while the two of them were looking at the camera.

"Who the **** are you telling what to do! If we show these to your husband you'll
be lucky if you're not sleeping in the gutter tonight!"

"Please I didn't mean it like that. Please, I beg you; let me wipe them off before
Ashmit comes home?"

"That's better. Asking and begging. I can tolerate that. But there's no way these
pictures are getting deleted."

"But please if Ashmit finds them."

"Well little miss computer. You'd better take them off this camera and email them
to me. And no tricks, if I can't download them when I get home, then you'd better
have left the country by tomorrow. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I'll do it for you. But I will have to reduce them. They'll be too big to
email."

"Don't try getting ****ing smart with me. Do you know what the **** she's going on
about?"

"I think so, but we'd be better off asking Raghu, he understands these computers.
I'll go and get him; you might as well get her down to where the computer is."

"Come-on then slut. Get that sloppy cunt of yours off the bed, and get that
computer of yours fired up."

"Can I put some clothes on, please?"

"Well don't **** about. As soon as I hear Raghu coming into the house, you're
going downstairs, clothes or no clothes."

I rushed around, only having time to pull on a pair of knickers, and a skirt. I
had to put my blouse on whilst going down the stairs. My bra he'd pulled from my
hand, and thrown back onto the bed.
So now I was seated in front of my PC, and downloading the pictures from the
camera into a folder I'd made.

"Do you know what she means about not being able to email me the full picture?"

"Yes she's right. These are too high in quality, the file size is too big to
email. Here, look at this."

Raghu reached over my shoulder, took hold of the mouse, and opened the thumbnail
that was a close-up of my spunk covered face. I could have died, I felt so
humiliated, and there are no words to explain. I'd lain there, knowing they were
taking them pictures. I felt sick, and actually started heaving. They parted like
wild fire, as I burst out of the room and rushed to the toilet. I threw-up, but I
was wrenching my empty stomach and it hurt like hell. So I was now on my knees,
head in the toilet bowl, feeling the most wretched I'd ever felt in my life.

How can emotions be so extreme? In minutes I'd gone from pleasure the like of
which I'd never dreamed existed, now down to the depths of despair, to the point
where I was considering taking my own life!

How long I spent with my head in my hands on the rim of the cold ceramic bowl I
don't know. But gradually I calmed down, and tried to get things into a sense of
proportion. Yes I'd now been unfaithful to my Ashmit.

And yes it was in our own bed. Oh God! How can I find any excuse for myself? I'm a
bad wife, and no better than a common whore. But what is done is done. And if my
husband never finds out, then he will not be hurt. But maybe more important, my
babies, they haven't done anything wrong. Why should they suffer? What ever
happens, I have to get through this, and Ashmit mustn't find out. He'd take my
babies from me, and then I'd have no alternative but to take my life. But even
that would be punishing my babies for something that I'd done wrong. No. Ashmit is
not going to find out! I'll **** all three of them if I have to, but my secret has
to be kept from Ashmit.

I'd heard their loud banter going on, as they'd been going through the pictures
that I'd downloader for them. But until now, I hadn't been taking any notice of
what they were saying.

"Look at that. You've zoomed in until her cunt is blown up to the size of a DVD,
and you can see the detail of every single hair around her cunt. Look at the
amount of cum oozing from it." Yes they were not just looking at my pictures; they
were drooling over every detail. I slowly made my way back, and stood silently in
the doorway. I'd been there a good five minutes before any of them noticed me,
their mouths were almost dribbling as they meticulously scanned every detail of
the most private and sacred
part of my body. Up until now, only Ashmit and the doctors that delivered my
babies had ever seen that part of me.

"You're back. I've explained to the lads here, that emailing will, as you say,
mean reducing the quality. So instead, I'll bring some blank CD's with me
tomorrow, and you can put the pictures onto them at full file size."

"But that would mean leaving them on the PC overnight."

"Yes, that's not a problem is it? They won't damage it."

"But if Ashmit finds them?"

"Look you weren't that worried before, leaving the emails to your boyfriend on
there. And that bloody dirty story. I tell you what lads, I bet even your filthy
minds couldn't come up with some of the filth that's in the stories she reads.
This guy who writes them must be one depraved filthy bastard."
dildaar
08-17-2008, 07:56 PM
"Please don't say things like that about him?"

"Oh my dear! Touched a nerve have we? You don't like to hear the truth about your
boyfriend?"

"That's not the truth. His stories are not filth."

"What all that ****ing with dogs and horses, you don't call that filthy?"

"It's not like that."

"I beg to differ. That's all that story is about, ****ing with one animal or
another. The two of you are ****ing depraved if you ask me."

"I know there are animals, but it's the words he uses. The feeling he expresses.
The other stuff just happens.

The story is what is important."

"Sounds like shit to me. But I guess if you've got the hots for this guy, even his
shit smells good to you. They say love is blind. Anyway lads, we'd better get some
work done, otherwise this job will end up costing me money. Now you remember; I
know how many pictures are on there, and what the folder size is. So no
deleting any, or down sizing them."

As Suresh pushed past me, he took me back towards the wall, pinning me against it.
His fingers went straight back up inside me, and he stood there probing me. It was
pointless me struggling, or protesting, that only seamed to make him worse. So,
knowing Raghu would appear in a few seconds to drag him back to work, I
just let him get on with it. Well it was only a few second before Raghu appeared
in the doorway, but he just stood there watching Suresh manipulating my womanhood.
But as I've already confessed, I'm a dirty bitch. I don't mean to be, but in that
few seconds, he'd got my legs to start spreading, and I was panting
in an audible way.

"****ing hell Suresh, haven't you had enough for one day?"

"Go on boss. Let me just have one more go at her. You can see she wants it."

"Yes that's bloody obvious. But I think we could troop all the bloody sailors from
the naval yard through here, and she'd want more. Look at her, my bloody
fluorescent light takes longer to turn on than her."

"But it won't take me long boss. Please. I'll do and hours overtime tonight
without pay."

"But you've already had over an hour out of the day, and this job has got to be
wrapped-up by the time we finish tomorrow."

"Ok, I'll start an hour earlier tomorrow as well. Go on boss. You know we can get
the job sorted if we pull our fingers out."

"Ok. But be as quick as you can, she don't need any fore-play. And don't ****
yourself silly, I want some work out of you when you've finished."

"So does that go for me as well?"

Now Lokesh had started. I heard it all going on, but I did and said nothing.
Instead I'd just stood there in a trance, well almost stood. I was now spread that
wide, with my legs so weak, before long I'd be on the floor.
"Oh, come-on then. Get her up to the bedroom, you can both have her at the same
time, I'll take the pictures. Make your mind up whose having her arse, we haven't
got time for swapping about."

So with their help, I once again was taken up the stairs, stripped, and laid back
onto the bed. They were soon naked, and I was rolled over onto Lokesh, my legs
astride his hips. Up he went, and Suresh was soon kneeling behind me. He had
obviously been lubricating
his dick, I guess with my love juice. But then he started pushing his wet finger
up my bottom, after a few investigational probes, he decided I was wet enough to
try his dick. I felt it push, and my bottom did start to open, but I let out such
a scream. I felt my skin was being ripped apart. But it was as though I'd never
said a word. He just pushed, until it forced its way in. By the time they'd both
been ****ing for five minutes, the pain side had diminished to a dull ache. But
all those demons within my being were now taking over. I was thrashing myself as
hard against them as they were
thrusting into me. And now I felt an overwhelming desire to swear. I want to tell
them to **** ME HARDER. But I couldn't get my lips to utter the words. Then as I
was trying to muster my resolve, Suresh changed to his rapid pace. I knew the
climax was almost
here, and all I could think was I had to cum with them. Then as he jerked
violently, I could feel his hot cum, what a sensation that was. And then, like the
time before, my Cunt. Did I say that? Yes my Cunt contracted onto Lokeshs dick,
then exploded with such a flood of cum, the like of which none of these guys had
ever seen
before. Although most of my orgasm is a sort of blank dream type memory, the
pictures they took, and the comment they made afterwards, left me in no illusions
as to my extraordinary performance.

Now, I�m not able to recognize myself. Am I a housewife or a whore? Both are the
two sides of the same person.I�m a housewife & a whore