John intensely watched Ms Morgan’s hand as it guided JJ toward the library. As they walked towards the door, her hand slipped downwards. And by the time they had reached the library’s door, her hand was nestling firmly on Janet’s jean-clad bottom.
With his cock throbbing, a slightly bewildered Mr Jones turned towards Earnest and William. John’s mind was still mulling over what he had just witnessed. He may have hoped, but he never envisioned actually witnessing JJ accept advances from another woman.
“John, come this way,” Earnest suggested.
With William’s assistance, they guided the younger man away from the students in the Grand Hall and through a door which had a builder’s sign that said ‘no entry’.
“We have a little more privacy here, Mr Jones,” William stated, as John looked around.
They were in the Billiard room, but it also felt to John as if they had stepped into another world. Dust sheets covered the billiard table and chairs, and plywood boards protected the windows. A series of temporary lights scattered around the room provided the only illumination.
Earnest extended his arm in the direction of the covered windows. “This is the extent of the finished refurbishments in the Manor so far. The builders will be back this Monday after their winter break. And as you can see, the power has not yet been restored to this part of Somertyn Manor. We’re having the whole place rewired.”
William added, “Let’s go to the kitchen and talk more about what is happening today. Although I could say that today might end up as a more extreme version of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.”
John stared at William, surprised, and recalled the event of five and a half years ago.
Then, John had helped plan the last day his wife worked at Somertyn Manor. It was a small party to celebrate the heavily pregnant Janet going on maternity leave. However, what made it special were the costumes they all wore. JJ was dressed in a specially made Alice in Wonderland costume. William was dressed as the Mad Hatter and Earnest as the Cheshire Cat, while John, who arrived later, was the White Rabbit.
The day turned out to be one of the most unusual days of John’s and Janet’s lives, with his wife ending up completely naked, except for a pair of black stockings. It was the first time she had been nude in front of the two older men.
John recalled how much he had enjoyed that day, but it made him wonder even more about what was happening now.
Seeing his concern, William added with a chuckle, “Oh, it’s nothing sinister, Mr Jones. Today’s event is a real photoshoot for the college course that Earnest and I sponsor. And yes, Ms Morgan is gay, although I guess you worked that out!”
With those words, the three men walked down the manor’s central corridor with no more than a yellowish glow illuminating them. As they made their way, Earnest and William explained that every year they loaned out Somertyn Manor for the top three fashion design students. Today was all about professionally photographing their latest creations for their portfolio. The college’s photographic department was handling the camera work.
As the three men passed each room, they checked inside in the dim light that everything was in place. John only lingered a little longer where Janet’s uniforms were kept, telling the two older men that he was just checking that the dust covers were in place, as Janet would ask.
However, that statement was only partially true. John missed his wife dressing up for him in the evenings; it was something she regularly did when working at Somertyn Manor. He enjoyed picking clothes, or ‘uniforms’, as they both called them, for her dates with Hugh.
This Christmas, he had purchased JJ a sexy French maid’s outfit, which she loved, especially as they both knew she would be wearing it for the pleasure of both of them. That costume was hanging in her new wardrobe, along with her Alice in Wonderland and naughty nurse uniforms. It was where Janet’s ever-growing collection of ‘special’, more revealing clothes was kept.
The gutted kitchen had better lighting than the rest of the rooms that were being renovated. There, Earnest and William showed John some sketches of what they required and once again pointed out that the Aga cooker was to remain. And for the first time, they showed John the previously covered bricked-up door to the cellar.
William stated, “It has been closed since the 1930s, after my great-grandfather was found dead at the bottom of the stairs. He’d been drinking, of course.”
It was a revelation that surprised John and had him wanting to know more. But that was a conversation for another time. He needed to know what was happening today!
“So what exactly is going on?” John questioned. “Do I have to go and rescue my wife?”
“Not at all, Mr Jones. I think you might enjoy what we have to say,” William relented, his voice, as normal, metronomic.
Earnest continued. “The photoshoot is, as we have stated, a fashion shoot. There are three indoor sets, two open and one closed. There is also one outdoor location.”
“What do you mean by ‘open set’ and ‘closed set’?”
“We will come to that, Mr Jones,” William replied, and then let Earnest continue.
“The outside set is in the courtyard, under the arch for the rear gate. Mainly uniform photos, I guess. Anyway, they will only take a few photographs there, due to the light and the cold. Most will be taken on the grand staircase or by the lounge’s large fireplace”.
“Uniform photos?” John enquired, suddenly genuinely interested.
“Yes, students had to design uniforms for this part of their coursework. The other genres were evening gowns and lingerie. It was all in Janet’s contract.”
“I didn’t see it!” John exclaimed, confused.
William chortled, “That’s because we didn’t want to put Mrs Jones off. It was there, EGUL. It stands for Evening Gowns, Uniforms, and Lingerie—the lingerie coming last, of course, Mr Jones.”
“Janet thought that was the sponsor.”
“Really, I guess it is an easy mistake to make,” William remarked with a chuckle and a knowing smile.
“That’s why the lingerie photos will be taken on a closed set,” Earnest then stated. “There will just be the three models, the cameraman, and his right-hand man, and of course, Ms Morgan. As the ‘Guest of Honour’, you also have an invite. And, as we are paying for it, William and I will have front row seats.”
John nodded in understanding and then clarified, “So my wife is going to model three items in each category—nine in total.”
“That is right, John, she’s the mature model—”
William cut in, sensing that ‘mature’ was not a good word to describe Mrs Jones. “We have no idea what any of the clothes look like, and there are two other teenage models, which Ms Morgan chose – with a little help from us.”
“Does my wife know all of this?” John enquired, wondering if he should step in. “And, while I think of it, I wouldn’t mention the word ‘mature’ in front of Janet; she prefers middle-aged.”
William knowingly nodded, while Earnest looked a little perplexed.
On seeing his expression, John chuckled, “I don’t get it either… So who are the other models?”
“One is Anna. She is eighteen and another lesbian, very feminine, and not at all aggressive like Ms Morgan. You might have already gathered that Melisa is constantly on the lookout for her new conquests. So be warned, Mr Jones, she will hit on your wife.”
John shrugged, not at all perturbed. He knew JJ could handle herself when it came to Melisa. He also knew, being another female, there were no hotwifing rules for his wife to follow; that is, if she did choose to accept Ms Morgan’s advances.
It was one of John’s biggest sexual fantasies, seeing his wife being intimate with another woman. However, when they had discussed it, JJ had always laughed it off or chose not to give a definitive answer. But John sensed that recently something had changed, that Janet had become interested.
Earnest chipped in, “The third model is also a teenager, one that will surprise both you and your wife.”
“So you are not going to tell me.”
“That’s correct, Mr Jones,” William replied. “But now we have a question for you.”
Earnest then asked, “Do you know if Janet has any sexual interest in other women? We have understood from her that it is a fantasy of yours.” Earnest then more pragmatically added, “My Marion was bisexual; she grew to love the touch of other women.”
Relaxing, John smiled. “I like the idea; isn’t that every man’s ultimate sexual dream: watching his wife enjoying sex with another woman?”
“Quite!” William exclaimed, unusually smiling a little. “Mrs Jones said much the same to us. She told us she might be interested but wouldn’t know until the situation arose, and that is where Ms Morgan comes in.”
John nodded, now understanding; he was still relaxed and definitely not perturbed.
With the conversation coming to a close, William stated, “Coming back to your earlier question, I believe Mrs Jones will be right now learning all about the photoshoot from Ms Morgan.”
*****
As she walked, Janet felt Ms Morgan’s hand resting on her bottom. It felt like a hot coal, and her initial reaction was to remove it… But she sensed her husband was watching her, enjoying the presence of Ms Morgan’s hand on Janet’s rear. So she let it linger with every intention of pushing it away once they were in the library.
But when the door opened, Janet wasn’t prepared for what lay on the other side of it. Gone were the lines of serious-looking books and the dark wood shelving; they were all now hidden behind a veil of pale yellow linen that surrounded the room. Also, gone was the library’s austere masculinity, replaced by a light, feminine charm.
As the door closed behind them, Janet felt Ms Morgan’s hand squeeze her bottom, but she didn’t react or care. Her mind was still taking it all in. There were two dressing tables set next to each other, a freestanding full-length mirror, and two rails full of clothes, each item neatly covered in its own labelled dust jacket.
The normal heavy curtains were now pulled open. Light streamed in through the top half of the windows, the bottom half only obscured by the yellow cloth. The library had been turned into a combination of a beauty salon and a ladies’ dressing room.
Janet was so in awe of the change in the design of the room that it took the sound of a key turning in a lock to bring her attention back to Ms Morgan. The Creative Director removed her hand from JJ’s derrière, the hot coal now replaced by an unexpected coolness.
“This room is where we prep you, Mrs Jones,” Ms Morgan announced, her hand wafting in the general direction of the dressing tables. She pointed towards the two clothes racks. “And these are the items you and Anna will be wearing… Your clothes rack is marked mature.“
Janet gritted her teeth, choosing not to say anything… but she was not MATURE like a piece of cheese. If she had to be called old, she would prefer the term ‘middle-aged’.
“We are keeping this room locked for now until I say we are ready.”
It was a remark that made Janet realise they were alone in the room. The other two doors were closed, with their keys sitting in their locks. But the recognition didn’t scare her… Instead, it sent a naughty shiver down her spine, her pussy becoming aroused.
Then, as if it were nothing, Ms Morgan’s hand returned to Janet’s bottom as she softly whispered, “Anna is the other model and a good friend of mine—she calls me Melisa.”
Ms Morgan’s thin lips curled upwards as she purred those last four words.
For Janet, Melisa’s hand, once again, felt like a hot coal. Although, and perhaps strangely for a married lady who had never looked at another woman, its presence was arousing Janet.
“Your girlfriend?” JJ enquired, finding her voice, even if it was somewhat shaky.
“An ex, but she is still a very good friend, Mrs Jones. Maybe you would like to become a good friend too.”
Although Ms Morgan hadn’t expressly mentioned it, JJ knew Melisa was talking about having sex with her. She also gathered from what had just been said that Anna was most likely a lesbian, too.
Janet felt her body come alive, although the idea of having sex with another female was relatively new. In the book John had bought her, “Secrets of a Hotwife”, there was a whole chapter on lesbian sex, and there were stories too.
She had not told her husband, but she had read that chapter several times, her hand always ending up in her panties. Mrs Jones had realised that the idea of being with another woman did not scare her. Instead, it made her embrace the new wanton feeling she carried, now that she was a hotwife.
With that thought, Janet’s heart raced as the Creative Director stepped forward, pressing JJ’s back against the locked library door. The hand that had been resting on Janet’s bottom snuck around the younger woman’s body, never breaking contact with JJ’s clothes.
It slowly crept towards the front of Janet’s jeans.
JJ never tried to stop Melisa’s hand movement. It was giving her pussy little tingles of heat and pleasure. The naughtiness of the situation made her feel giddy, and yet her mind was juggling what to say—how far did she let Ms Morgan’s hand travel?
“Well, Mrs Jones, have you ever thought about being with another woman?
“Maybe it is something your husband would like?”
Janet’s hand came down on Melisa’s, halting its travel, but she did not push it away. She wondered if Earnest and William had mentioned to Ms Morgan about her husband wanting her to be with another woman. The two older lecherous men were the only people she had confided in; the openness of the relationship she had with both of them was one of the endearing reasons she enjoyed working at Somerton Manor.
“Yes, my husband likes the idea.”
“And you have thought about it, Mrs Jones – I can tell.”
“Yes… I have thought about it…quite a lot recently.”
Janet was thinking of her husband’s keenness too. But it had been the hotwife book she had been recently reading, which pushed her to a position where she was willing to actually experiment and accept Melisa’s touch.
She wickedly thought, “If nothing else, I’ll have a compelling story to tell my husband.”
Mrs Jones released her grip of Melisa’s hand… JJ was curious.
The older lady’s thin lips curled upwards. She briefly smiled, her eyes roved over Janet’s body, and then her hand cupped Janet’s jean-clad pussy.
JJ gasped. She teetered on the edge before submitting, her mouth puckering as Ms Morgan’s thin lips came down on JJ’s. It was a little more than a peck, but it felt like ownership. The deal with the devil had been done, and the nuns at her old Catholic church school were once again reaching for their rosaries. Janet had never had any sort of intimacy with another woman until now.
Although she didn’t know Ms Morgan and was unsure if she liked her, JJ wanted to experiment with her and be the hotwife.
It might have only been a peck, but to JJ it represented a first, the first real kiss with someone of the same sex, and she didn’t even flinch when she felt the Creative Director’s mouth come down on hers once again. This time, the kiss was a little harder, their mouths opening and tongues exploring, then dancing together.
At the same time, Janet felt Ms Morgan’s fingers travelling again, undoing the button on her black jeans and working the zip down, and yet she did nothing to stop her as they continued to kiss.
JJ’s back was against the door, with students working just on the other side of it. Janet’s eyes were closed, every one of her body sensors heightened. Mrs Jones desired this experience—to feel the sexual touch from another woman.
Their mouths broke apart, and JJ’s eyes opened, her blue eyes looking into the older lady’s hazel ones. Ms Morgan’s stare was daring Mrs Jones to go further, to experience another woman’s touch, and become another notch on the Creative Director’s bedpost.
Then, there was an audible gasp from Janet as Ms Morgan slipped her fingers into Mrs Jones’s panties. Her pussy was now needy, wanting to be touched.
Without thinking, Janet eased her legs apart, an invitation.
“This is your first time with another woman?” Ms Morgan whispered, knowing the answer and yet needing confirmation.
“Yes, but, as I previously mentioned, I’ve been thinking about it… quite a lot!”
The older lady kissed Janet again, their tongues entwined, stopping JJ’s groan as Ms Morgan’s hand slid downwards, her fingers noticing an absence of pubic hair, before her middle digit nestled in Janet’s wet folds, expertly fingering her.
Their mouths broke apart, Melisa’s index finger still inside her, now slowly fucking Janet.
“You’re a dark horse, Mrs Jones; I like my girls to have no pubic hair, it feels like you have prepared for me.”
Then JJ felt emptiness as Ms Morgan withdrew her finger. “I just want a little taste.” In one sudden move, she pulled down Janet’s jeans and panties to just above her knees.
JJ looked down, and her glistening cunt was displayed to the older woman. Janet closed her eyes, feeling so naughty, so needy, so exposed, her mind reminding her that her husband wanted her to do this. Her ears heard the noise from the other side of the door, and then she gasped, and JJ’s eyes shot open as Melisa started to lick her bald slit.
Automatically, she reacted, her legs opening as far as the restrictive jeans would allow as Ms Morgan licked away while her hands pulled Janet’s butt cheeks, letting the cool air on her rear hole.
Needing more, Janet’s hands grabbed Melisa’s hair, pulling her tongue deep into her slit. JJ needed to cum, knowing time was fast becoming short. She felt the start of the rise of the wave, which would lead her to a much-needed climax. Biting her lip to stop any noise, she started to slide up and down on Ms Morgan’s tongue. It felt wonderful; her release was not so far away.
Then, she experienced a new, unexpected sensation as a finger probed her sensitive puckered rear hole and then slipped inside. There had been no consultation; this was spontaneous sex, and Ms Morgan was taking what she wanted.
Today it was JJ.
The finger in her brown hole began to penetrate her with slow, gentle strokes, providing intense pleasure as the digit fucked her. It felt amazing and made Janet realise that she needed to start experimenting with her unused butt plugs and hopefully get her husband interested too.
Her orgasm came almost unexpectedly, certainly quicker than normal. Lots of small convulsions, and then Ms Morgan pushed her finger home in her rear, making JJ thrust her hand over her mouth to keep the noise down.
Janet was riding her orgasmic wave, one that crashed down as she came hard on the Creative Director’s tongue. A gush of liquid had covered the lower part of Melisa’s face and the floor.
With her clit suddenly too sensitive, JJ pushed Ms Morgan away and realised that her orgasms were now not only more frequent but also more explosive and satisfying too. That she enjoyed anal play a lot, and most importantly, that she had a good story to tell her husband.
Standing up, Ms Morgan reappeared, her face soaked. She was warmly smiling and offered Janet her finger to clean. Janet may have still been coming down from her orgasm, but she knew what she was doing as she obediently opened her mouth. JJ knew that if she was going to regularly have anal sex with Hugh, Richard, or hopefully John, she needed to get used to the idea.
It was only after the finger had been cleaned that the couple kissed one last time, this time with no urgency, Janet tasting her familiar essence on Ms Morgan’s mouth. JJ hadn’t yet bothered to pull her jeans and panties up, as she was still enjoying the feeling of being exposed.
“Mrs Jones, you can now call me Melisa,” Ms Morgan grinned. “I think we have got to know one another.”
“I can do that! … And Melisa, please feel free to call me JJ.”
The two ladies warmly smiled, knowing they still had a photoshoot to get through.
“There are a couple of things you need to be aware of, JJ. First, Earnest and William told me about your open marriage situation and that you were thinking of opening up your sexuality, having sex with another woman.”
“They did?” Janet questioned; she was neither annoyed nor surprised.
“Yes, they did… So this was planned, and I willingly offered to help them. I am pleased that I did, although I have to say it was much easier than I expected.”
An endearing blush swept across JJ’s face as she remarked, “I appreciate your honesty.”
It brought another kiss on the lips from Melisa.
“The other thing is, I promise this will go no further. Both Earnest and William have told me that what happens in Somertyn Manor stays in Somertyn Manor.”
It was Janet’s turn to smile and kiss Melisa. Now that her tough veneer had been removed, JJ was enjoying her soft centre, and it didn’t feel strange to kiss another female.
“Here’s my business card, with my private telephone number on it, and address. My penthouse flat is very secluded, with its own private outside area and a hot tub, if you are interested. It is only a ten-minute drive from here…
“I would love the chance to turn you gay.”
Janet laughed. Then, with a lopsided grin, she said, “I doubt that would ever happen; I’m too much into men, and most importantly, I love my husband.
“However, the idea that I might be bisexual sits comfortably with me.
“I have to ask. My husband will ask to watch if I regularly go with another woman, though he would not join in, as I would never permit it.”
“It is strictly girls only for me, JJ. So no watching, although I’m more than willing to fuck you with my large strap-on if you want cock!”
That remark had Janet laughing. She was intrigued by the idea, and she told Melisa just that before pocketing her card.
As JJ pulled her panties and black jeans into place, she thought, “Perhaps I’ve just had my first true hotwife encounter, as it was someone I didn’t know and had never met. It was also a completely new experience and certainly unexpected.”
However, she wasn’t quite yet done with Melisa, as JJ looked at the mature notice at the end of the clothes rail. It had been annoying her.
She picked up the marker pen from the dressing table and walked over to the clothes rail marked, MATURE and turned to Melisa.
“If you want to get to know me, there is one thing you need to learn fast.
“I’m never ever going to be known as being mature… I’m JJ, blonde and MIDDLE-AGED!”
Janet scribbled through the word “mature” and replaced it with “JJ, a beautiful, blonde, middle-aged woman.”
Once written, she turned to Ms Morgan, expecting to see her looking cross…
But she wasn’t… Melisa was laughing – her last words before she unlocked the library door.
“You’re a feisty one, JJ. I could have a lot of fun with you…”
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.
