Whatever you're going to do, there's not much to do right now. Later, maybe - if you don't fall completely to this Jane personality - but for now, you just have to play the role.
So you start preparing dinner, as you were told. The fridge has already been stocked with enough food to last at least through the weekend. You look through your options, searching your mind for what Peter likes. You should make him something nice, to celebrate your new life together, a voice in the back of your mind tells you. You find a big, solid steak, and decide to go for that. For yourself, you settle for a chicken breast and a salad.
As you stand at the kitchen counter, naked but for an apron you found - and the stockings you're still wearing, you gaze over to your neighbours, wondering how your former mother and sister is doing. They're standing there, in a window, you realize, looking at you. Waving, with a big grin on both their faces. You wave back at them, suddenly very aware of your nakedness.
A few minutes later, you see the light to what you assume is their bedroom go on, and a few glimpses of serious passion between your two former family members before they both fall out of view. Behind you, Peter comes into the kitchen.
"You know, I think mo... Carl and Susanne saw me walking around naked in here. That's a bit embarrassing," you tell him.
"So? You like embarrassing," he tells you, and you know he's right. "And besides, it's Carl and Susanne. If you look into your memories, June, you'll find that they know about our relationship arrangement." You do as you're told, and you see that, of course, they know. Carl is like a brother to Peter.
"It smells lovely, by the way," he tells you, as he comes up behind you and presses himself against you. "The food, I mean." You can feel him, hard, against your back. You instinctively press back against him.
_"_Your steak is just about ready," you tell him, as you turn around to face him. "It'll just need to rest for ten minutes, and dinner will be ready."
"God, you're sexy like this, Jane," he tells you, as he embraces you, lifts you up for a kiss. You respond to his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. His compliments makes you feel happy. "When you're a good little housewife, doing as I tell her." One of his hands squeeze your butt, like he did at the center. "You know, a good housewife could probably find a way to spend those ten minutes making her husband feel good."
You want to make your husband feel good. The voice, again. But it's right, you do. As he releases you, you sink to your knees in front of him, and begin undoing his pants for the second time today.
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