It had been two weeks since Peggy had found the safe at Jenny's house, since she had been found pleasuring herself in their kitchen. To her it seemed much longer. Time here moved so slowly, the intelligent agent was used to having much more excitement to fill her days, now she had to simply remain in her guise as a pleasant housewife, her brain going dull with nothing to sharpen it.
She had requested the tools necessary to break into the safe from the SSR but they had told her it would take a little while to get what she needed. In the mean time all she could do was keep up appearances, and to her surprise she was actually slipping into the role quite well.
It certainly helped that Jenny and the other housewives were constantly coaching her on how to improve her cooking skills, how to clean her house better, how to please her husband. They were always just popping over or inviting her to come and see them. The tight knit gaggle of women were seemingly highly invested in how Peggy was coming along as a housewife.
She might find it endearing if it was the life she actually wanted. She did enjoy their company when they weren't constantly trying to train her as a housewife. The women were so happy and full of energy, she couldn't help but warm to them.
Since that first drunken afternoon and her embarrassingly public erotic dream she had gone for a few more drinks with them, and a few more makeover sessions. Every time they would wash her hair and usher her to that big clunky hair dryer, the device making her head warm and tingly as she fell into a cozy sleep. Luckily she hadn't touched herself again during any of these sessions, but the dreams had continued at home.
It had started the first night after she had dreamed of Steve. He had come to her again, peeling off the covers to reveal her skimpy nightgown. From there his hands had been all over her, his lips pressing against her own as she moaned deeply. She had woken up feeling a dampness between her legs and a lustful desire that hadn't quite been satisfied.
She didn't know why but her dreams had never taken her all the way. Steve never actually had sex with her, always stopping right when she was on the edge of an orgasm. Due to this frustrating lack of release she had become increasingly horny, and with only one man around she had begun noticing Johnny a lot more often.
She had tried to ignore it at first but the young man had seemed increasingly handsome and more desirable the longer she stayed around him. With only these housewives to talk to she began to miss him whenever he wasn't around, feeling a little tingle of excitement whenever his car would pull into the driveway.
At first he had been a little nervous and shy around the feisty female agent. But the more she softened, the more she cooked and cleaned for him, the more he began to treat her like his actual wife. He was a little shocked the first time he had come home to find dinner waiting for him, but he now expected it every night.
He had come to think that her whole tough independent woman act was just for show, he could see the small smile she tried to hide when he complimented her cooking, the way her make-up always seemed recently applied when he came through the door.
The other guys at the SSR thought he had gotten the short straw being cooped up with such a bossy dame, but they hadn't seen this emerging housewife he had seen, it was enough to make him wish this assignment would never end. Wouldn't they both be happier staying like this? Him remaining an agent and Peggy his humble homemaker?
He would look at her sometimes when they were across the dinner table. Or when they were listening to the radio in the evenings. His mouth so close to making the words he needed to tell her, that he truly believed this was where she belonged. Living so closely together he had gotten to see more of her than he'd ever hoped. He had caught her in her nightgown a few times, the silky material hugging her womanly curves in a sensual display that was breathtaking.
Just the other day he had gotten up a little earlier than normal and as he walked past her room he had seen her in just her underwear. She had absent mindedly left the door open just enough for him to see. She had been sitting on the edge of the bed in just her black bra and panties, one leg stretched out as she rolled her stockings up her juicy thighs.
Johnny had froze in place, unable to take his eyes off of the intimate feminine moment, imagining himself throwing open the door and taking her right there. He had stood there watching as she rolled up each of her stockings carefully, running her hands along them, pinching at them slightly to make sure they were taut to her legs before clipping them onto her garter belt.
She then gave the straps of her bra a little tug, her hands going to her large breasts to make sure they were properly supported. She had stood from the bed and he had realised she would soon turn around. He had moved on quickly, hurrying downstairs as he felt his heart beating hard in his chest.
It was now Monday morning, the start of the third week of waiting for the tools she needed to crack the safe. She was afraid that in this little community even the phone lines weren't safe, so her and Johnny had agreed that he would be her only communication with the SSR.
That meant that she had to wait all day, only for him to come back and tell her that the tools still hadn't arrived. She knew that no-one at the SSR was taking her seriously, that this had probably been put at the back of the line in procurements. But she also knew that eventually they would have to give in to her demands.
She was washing up while Johnny finished off the breakfast and coffee she had made him. Finishing before he did she joined him at the table, discussing her plan to meet the girls again and his to add another file to the daily reports of their mission and chase up the tools request.
He finished the last of his coffee and rose from his chair as he said "Alright hun, gotta go to work" he had started calling her that every now and then, at first jokingly but now it seemed more natural, she had at first rolled her eyes but now had come to crave the affectionate nickname.
She smiled at him then glanced disapprovingly at his tie, quickly catching him at the door before he could leave "Honestly I don't know how you've survived so long without a wife" she said as she turned him around and began fixing his tie.
