Album: A Real Working Wife
In the early 70s, I got used to sending my wife off to work, in outfits like the one on the left side of this photo. There were variations, but all were some type of mini. And, usually, there was nothing underneath whatever outfit was chosen. The purpose of the outfit was mostly just to legally get from point A (home) to point B (the so-called Massage Parlor). <br /> <br /> She would walk out to our old Toyota, looking like this, (sometimes in broad daylight), get in and drive away to work. The neighbors all knew where she was going. At the parlor, she would quickly lose the outfit. Most of the time she worked her shift in the nude (see right side of photo). At minimum, she got to know a lot about the types and sizes of penises, as she jacked them off. But, the unadvertised fact was that she screwed a lot of the clients. This was especially true of well vetted long time customers. <br /> <br /> It was an era of mescaline, acid and pot. So, she was usually high. In that same era, there was little consideration of condom use, so she got screwed BAREBACK, and the guys came in any orifice that they preferred. She did make a quite of bit of extra money for the family. <br /> <br /> *After this photo is up, right click and open the image in a new tab to get rid of bar at the bottom.