It was early Thursday morning, and John was sneaking around their bedroom trying not to wake his wife. He had a train to catch to London and a mid-morning appointment with his largest office furniture client.
“John, it’s okay; you can turn the light on,” Janet mumbled.
He flipped the switch downwards and squinted as he glanced towards his wife, although the room’s brightness did little to illuminate JJ. She was hiding under the duvet, her long blonde hair the only part of her body visible.
John smiled. He knew his wife liked to hog the duvet in the morning, but importantly, he also knew a way to get her up without using his ultimate power—tickling.
So he stated, “If I get time after the meeting, I will try to buy you a few early Christmas presents this afternoon.”
Janet stirred, her blue eyes appearing for the first time.
“What are you buying me?” she quizzed, suddenly interested and finding her voice.
“This and that, beautiful,” John knowingly teased, smiling.
JJ sat up, and her naked breasts came into view before she pulled the duvet up to cover them.
John stepped closer, grinning, and still looking towards where Janet’s boobs had just been.
“It’s too early, John; don’t you have a train to catch?”
The question failed to stop her husband. He plunged what he soon learned were “cold” hands under the cover and squeezed Janet’s breasts. The action produced a muted squeal from his wife as the married couple playfully wrestled with a nervous excitement about the day. Although, like always, they did try their best to keep the noise down, not wanting to wake the children.
The now wide-awake JJ eventually suggested, “John, you’re going to be late, unless you want to call in sick – after all, you were the one who proposed that we abstain from sex last night!”
Janet kissed John and then, rather deliberately, fluttered her eyelashes while lifting the duvet to fully expose her naked body to her husband.
JJ further enticed him by opening her legs a little. “However,” she confidently stated. “If I remember you correctly, you also said that today my body belongs to Hugh.”
Giggling, she quickly covered herself up.
John smiled and kissed his wife once again. He knew she was playfully teasing him. They had now discussed this sort of thing at length, and it was all just part of their hotwifing game. Most importantly, he was confident that Janet would always be his.
He glanced at the clock and pointed out, “The taxi to the station should be here any minute.”
“Don’t forget, John, I’m picking up the Ford Sierra later; that is, if I decide to go back to Hugh’s.”
John nodded. His mood was upbeat; then he pulled his coat on and grabbed his briefcase before kissing Janet once again and announcing. “I have hung the uniform I want you to wear today in your second wardrobe, along with a list of instructions… Please follow them!”
“Instructions… You never mentioned instructions before!” Janet exclaimed, thinking that her husband must have got the idea from when she worked at Somertyn Manor.
John just grinned and headed out the door. As he walked away, Janet reminded him not to forget her early Christmas presents.
“What Christmas presents?” he questioned with a wink, and then closed the bedroom door, chuckling.
For the last three nights, Mr and Mrs Jones’ pillow talk had involved chatting about Hugh. As the couple shared their intimate thoughts, their minds aligned, and they agreed JJ needed real-world sexual experience if she was going to carry on working at Somertyn Manor and climb the Domestic grades.
With her husband long gone and the clock ticking, Janet’s inquisitiveness increased.
What had John set out for her to wear?
Instructions… What could they be?
Despite the bedroom’s chill, JJ could not wait any longer and, still nude, opened her second wardrobe. Inside, her nurse’s uniform and her Alice in Wonderland costume hung there; the latter had been given to her as a leaving gift towards the end of her second pregnancy, when she had to leave Somertyn Manor.
However, it was the other item of clothing on the rail that interested JJ.
John had chosen Janet’s old dark business suit, bought twelve years ago for job interviews, which never happened due to her first pregnancy. She had only ever had one job interview, and that one was to work for Earnest and William at Somertyn Manor, and then she had worn her Sunday best church dress.
Janet laid the suit, still on its hanger, onto the bed and looked at the skirt. It was short, a length that an eighteen-year-old could wear, but she was now thirty—middle-aged—and could she still get away with wearing it?
With the suit was a pair of 20 Denier tights and nothing else. No blouse. No bra and no panties. The only other items on the coat hanger were a gold anklet and a note, both contained in a small plastic freezer bag; the hanger’s metal hook pushed through the soft plastic.
She went to her underwear drawer and opened it only to be confronted by yet another note. This one had large black writing, and it simply said, “No underwear,” which confused Janet until she realised the freezer bag note was indeed John’s handwritten instructions.
JJ,
It’s time to put your interview suit to use. I also remembered that you mentioned that you didn’t like wearing underwear when you were out with your boyfriend. John had drawn a smiley face.
You can choose whether to wear a scarf, gloves, or a coat, and what shoes to wear. However, you must not wear a blouse, bra or panties. Please remember to fasten the anklet around your right ankle.
I also want to see plenty of naughty photos of you dressed publicly like that, as well as a few of you and Hugh together. Use our Polaroid camera, and explicit ones are fine with me. Remember, you told me that you liked the idea of posing for sexy pictures and that you wanted me to be more involved. Well, this is me being more involved. John had drawn a second smiley face.
I believe this suggestion is a positive first step in my joining you in the future. I will purchase more Polaroid film in London.
John xx
Janet was surprised. Her first thought was to “accidentally” leave their Polaroid camera at home, but then she softened as she realised her husband was right; this was keeping him involved, and she was still in control.
She smiled to herself and whispered, “John, you certainly can be a kinky fucker.” Then, with one last glance at the suit, she thought, “I just hope it still fits me after twelve years and two children.”
*****
Despite it being a sunny late November day, Janet pulled her dark winter coat tightly around her as she stepped off the bus. A sudden nervousness had enveloped her, and once she cleared the bus stop, she couldn’t help but look around, checking to see if there were any faces that she recognised.
There wasn’t.
Then, with her head down, she walked down the local town’s High Street, only relaxing once she turned into a side road; every step from then on took her away from the town’s bustle and towards her boyfriend’s car.
Earlier, Janet had been relieved to find that she could still fit into her twelve-year-old dark business suit. With her hips a little fuller since giving birth to the children, she was thankful that the skirt had a little give. Although hidden underneath her winter coat, the skirt’s material tended to want to ride up and reveal that she wasn’t wearing knickers.
But it was on top, where she had more of an issue, and there was no other way to put it—the suit’s jacket was tight. Her thirty-year-old breasts being fuller, the lack of a bra made their presence known to Janet, as they wobbled with every step.
However, despite the naughtiness of JJ’s attire, it was the anklet around her right ankle which she was most aware of. To her, it felt like a beacon, telling all that she was available; in her mind, the gold chain was almost glowing as it reflected the sunlight while resting on a sea of black nylon.
With the church passing Janet to her right, she swung left along a footpath and across the graveyard, which for some unknown reason had been constructed on the other side of the road from the church.
As she walked, she thought about John. Although it was not exactly what she wanted to hear, Janet was pleased that her husband had opened up to her.
John had told her that he was not ready yet to be at her side when she was with Hugh or other men. Yet, she now appreciated that she had her husband’s full support, that if she wished to, she could make the decisions about who she slept with outside their marriage.
Crucially, she also now knew that John would join her when he was ready.
She also realised that her JJ persona was not the only driving force behind her desire to expand her sexual experiences. It was also her husband’s love for her. John was a strong alpha man, six-foot-three, and someone who had a presence. People respected him, yet he was willing to risk it all because of his love for her, opening up his marriage to keep JJ happy and sparkling in the limelight.
And there was more: Somertyn Manor and the two somewhat lecherous men who lived there. Earnest and William had taken Janet under their wing and, with the aid of their experiences, had helped JJ thrive.
The thought had Janet glance at the gravestones, as she wondered where Earnest’s late wife, a hotwife, was buried. She made a mental note to learn more about Marion.
Janet realised that, without these people and working at Somertyn Manor, she wouldn’t be dressing like this, having a boyfriend, and feeling so horny.
It was time to talk with Hugh and see if he would be added to the ever-growing group of JJ’s permanent helpers. But first, he would have to answer a few personal questions and give truthful answers, which she approved of.
As Janet approached the far side of the cemetery, she noticed a bench seat by the wall. With no graves close, she thought, “It would be a good place to talk or take a naughty photo!”
Going through the wooden gate in the six-foot-high wall, which marked the far side boundary of the graveyard, Janet’s stomach tightened, wondering if Hugh would be there, now wishing she had spoken to him since their call on Sunday afternoon.
With only fields ahead, she scanned the country lane she was now standing in and the small car park to her left. She was relieved to see Hugh’s dark blue BMW.
With nobody around, JJ removed her coat, her voluptuous breasts coming into view; they were only retained by the suit jacket and its large single button. She felt so exposed and aroused. With a deep breath, her coat now over her arm, she walked to Hugh’s car and tapped the driver’s door glass.
The sudden wrapping startled him, which made Janet giggle as she walked around the front of the car. She was making sure that her boyfriend was getting a good look at what she was “almost” wearing before she climbed in to sit next to him. As she did so, she noticed that Hugh’s eyes were struggling to focus above her breasts.
“Sorry,” Janet remarked with a stifled giggle, then leaned across and pecked Hugh. She then added, with a warm smile, “I thought you had seen me,” even though she knew that was not true.
“I must need my eyes tested. You’re stunning, JJ… You really are.”
It was a compliment that had Janet kissing her boyfriend. With their newly gained familiarity, this time, there was no holding back. Janet’s tongue danced with Hugh’s while her hand rested on his hardness. There was a mutual attraction, his hand coming up and cupping her bare breast, his fingers gently brushing JJ’s nipple, which instantly hardened.
Breaking apart, Hugh remarked, “After your talk with John, we must be official. But the truth is that when I parked here, I wasn’t sure you were going to turn up!”
“Hugh, I wasn’t sure either… but as for being official?
“We still have a lot to discuss, as I need to share what my husband said and, importantly, ask you a few personal questions.”
“Okay, what do you want to know?”
For the first time, her boyfriend’s eyes went higher than JJ’s somewhat exposed breasts as he focused on Janet’s face.
“Not here, Hugh. I feel that we should talk somewhere more neutral and, at the same time, enjoy what might be the last of the autumn sun. There is a secluded bench seat back in the graveyard, just the other side of the gate.”
A few minutes later, they were sitting there, JJ’s coat once again tightly wrapped around her body, as the two of them looked across the sunny graveyard and, in the distance, the church. Janet noticed that there were no graves near them. This section of the cemetery was not yet used and contained flowerbeds and a few ornamental Cherry trees, the last of their leaves just about to fall.
“As I feel that you are going to interrogate me, do you mind if I smoke?” Hugh asked, already aware that this conversation was going to be critical.
“Only if you don’t mind me joining you?” Janet pulled out her unopened packet of cigarettes from her handbag and peeled off the cellophane wrapper.
Hugh stared at her.
“You don’t like a girl who smokes?”
“It is not that, JJ; for me, it’s a sexy look, but cigarettes are harmful for you. I am actually thinking of giving up!”
“That’s what John says, but I rarely smoke, and although I love him with all my heart, sometimes, I feel the need to be a little naughty and have that desire to rebel.”
Knowing that smoking was wrong, JJ gave her boyfriend a lopsided grin, lit a cigarette and then moved closer to him. Not snuggling up, but close enough so their legs were touching, her hand coming down to rest on his thigh.
As they sat there, both beauty and quietness surrounded them, the exquisiteness only broken by the wisps of the cigarette smoke and the silence when Janet spoke.
“Hugh, I want to tell you a few personal things. But first, I need to ask you something, and be warned, I will be checking as to whether you are telling the truth.”
Janet moved her hand to rest on top of her boyfriend’s flaccid cock, and she smiled to herself when she felt it stir inside his jeans.
Hugh’s eyes darted around to see if anyone was nearby. Despite being in a cemetery, he couldn’t see a soul, although anyone could walk through the gate in the wall, the one they had just come through.
“JJ, you do know that’s my cock, not my wrist!
“Aren’t you supposed to check my pulse if someone is lying?”
“This is my way of checking, Hugh,” JJ giggled, loosening her coat and letting the sides of her breasts come into her boyfriend’s view.
She felt his cock respond.
“Now, Hugh, I want the truth – you have this one chance if you want to continue being my boyfriend.
“What did my husband say when he called you before our first date?”
As she spoke, Hugh’s eyes unconsciously focused on the sides of JJ’s partially exposed breasts. They were easy to see between the plunging V of the suit’s jacket.
“He was just vetting me… I told him that he was a lucky man to have someone as beautiful and as sexually adventurous as you.”
Janet smiled. She enjoyed Hugh’s compliments but also knew what he had said was true, as her husband had said something similar. In appreciation, she gently squeezed his cock.
“Hugh, I need to know the details, all the specifics. John said there was a man-to-man thing going on between the two of you, that he trusted you.”
“Did he?”
JJ once again squeezed Hugh’s now semi-hard cock, only this time it was a little harder. The action made her boyfriend fidget on the seat. Feeling pleased with his response, she decided to loosen her coat and then undid her jacket’s single large button. It allowed her voluptuous breasts to spill from the suit jacket, although they still resided under the material of her coat.
Hugh could only stare at JJ’s almost exposed tits.
Janet continued. “Yes, he did, but I didn’t understand, as he wouldn’t tell me anymore.”
“That’s because we would rather not divulge what we talked about,” Hugh replied, while trying to keep a straight face.
Slightly irritated with that answer, JJ squeezed her boyfriend’s cock, this time a little harder.
Hugh got the message.
“Look, if you tell me, I’ll promise to show you my breasts right here!
“You can even take a photograph with the camera I have in my handbag.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, but I need to know the truth.” Janet squeezed her boyfriend’s cock once again, this time gently. It caused Hugh to smile—and then nervously glance around.
“I told John that I wanted to get back with Cindy. That I had made a huge mistake, and I explained our situation; he thought that he might be able to help.”
When Janet heard that, she wasn’t surprised. “I need a little more, Hugh. What did my husband agree to?”
She squeezed his cock again, pleased that Hugh seemed to be telling her the truth, and then gave it one final stroke before removing her hand. She had the feeling that Hugh was going to tell her all and kissed him before saying, “Go on.”
Still smoking, Hugh went on to explain that when John phoned him to check on his intentions before the first date, they ended up discussing a few personal matters. The most important one was Hugh’s desire to get back with his ex-wife.
Hugh revealed to Janet’s husband that he had no intention of pursuing a new romance. That he had learned from his children that Cindy was unhappy, and given time, there was a chance of winning her back, as they still had a good relationship despite the divorce.
Hugh continued, “It turned out that John knows Vincent, the guy my ex-wife is currently shacked up with. Your husband told me that he is another philanderer, and apparently, the sort of guy who can’t help bragging about it. That was never me; I always kept my secrets, though I got caught in the end.”
“And what do you get out of it?”
Hugh smiled. “Hopefully, I’ll win my wife back. At the right time, John’s going to help me on that, but that’s going to be a long-term thing. And of course, I get to discreetly go out with a lovely lady.”
Janet giggled; she couldn’t help it, as she enjoyed compliments. However, the sudden movement triggered her boobs to slip from their cover; Hugh’s eyes darted down to them.
He grinned. That led JJ to give her boyfriend a playful nudge before she eased her breasts back into position, once again hidden by the material of her coat.
“Look, JJ, no games. I will lay it all out there, and you can elbow your husband all you want. Our man-to-man agreement is as I have just told you. John is going to help me win back my wife, but I understand that there are no guarantees. In return, I have agreed to look after you, date you, and give you what you want on your sexual journey.
“But I must not fall in love with you, and you may also be seeing other men.”
“My husband said all that?”
“Yes, he did.
“He also told me that you have been with fewer than fifty men and that you are pretending to be promiscuous, as it appeals to your ego. By the way, how many different men have you slept with?
“I know it is not fifty!”
“Forty-nine—and I do not have an ego!”
Although a little annoyed, Janet was relieved she no longer had to explain the truth about only having been with her husband. That was something she was now finding embarrassing; she wanted a slutty past.
“Just to be clear, Hugh, I’m never telling you the exact number; only my husband knows that! Being with you is part of my sexual journey. So, it may be less than fifty, but I very much see that as a temporary thing.” Stubbing her cigarette out, JJ added, “It’s time for that photo; the rest we can cover in the car.”
Janet passed Hugh the Polaroid camera she had in her handbag and stood up, and removed her coat before fastening the single large jacket button.
Hugh watched JJ’s every move, thinking that if he were married to her, he would have difficulty letting her out of his sight, let alone sharing her. And yet, he also knew JJ carried a glint in her eye and had this playful, naughty streak, which bubbled away under the surface.
“Make sure you get the church in the background, Hugh,” Janet requested, as she stood there adjusting the position of her breasts. “Quickly,” JJ warned, “In case someone comes along.”
Hugh took the photo, knowing there was a real risk that someone could walk through the boundary wall’s tall wooden gate; it was just to the side of them.
“We’d better find somewhere a little more private to take the topless photo,” Hugh suggested, hoping that JJ had not forgotten.
“Or we could do this!” Giggling, JJ popped the button on her jacket, revealing her two breasts, which bounced into view. She then held both her jacket and coat fully open.
Hugh stood there, gawking, almost forgetting to take the photo.
“Do I get a copy?” Hugh asked hopefully as Janet did up her blouse and coat.
“Maybe another time, Hugh.”
The two pictures slowly developed in front of them, Janet quietly pleased at the quality and the way she looked. It gave her confidence and made her think, “Maybe I could have been a model.”
“These are for John,” she then said. “He wanted proof I wore the uniform he laid out for me. It is his way of staying close without being here.”
“What uniform?” Hugh questioned.
“The clothes I’m wearing today, including my suit, were chosen by him.
“Hugh, we will talk more in the car.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Your place.”
Hugh just knowingly smiled…
To be continued…
Author’s Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2026 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.
