“JJ, as you know, you’re way around Somertyn Manor. Please be a dear and see what’s happened to Ethan. We are going to need him here in half an hour.”
So, wearing her white dressing gown and matching slippers, Janet left her husband to watch Anna and went in search of Ethan. She suspected that she would find him getting changed in the bathroom at the top of the stairs. It was the only room that had been opened on the first floor, having been temporarily rigged with power…
Knocking on the door, Janet called out, “Ethan, are you in there?”
There was no answer, so she tried the handle. It was locked.
“Ethan, Ms Morgan told me that we need to be downstairs in twenty-five minutes.”
There was a turning of the lock, and the door slowly opened. Ethan stood there in his white dressing gown and sheepishly mumbled, “You’d better come in.”
“What’s the matter? Melisa sent me up here to see what’s keeping you.”
“I have a problem, Mrs Jones.”
“Ethan, please call me JJ.”
“Won’t your husband mind, Mrs Jones?”
“No, Ethan, my close friends call me JJ. I prefer it.”
“You mean, people like Earnest and William?”
“Yes. People like them.” Although when she said it, she knew Earnest called her Janet, while William insisted on calling her Mrs Jones.
“Now, Ethan, what is your problem?”
The eighteen-year-old just stood there, taking in Janet in her dressing gown.
JJ knew that in his mind, he was currently undressing her. She also knew that wouldn’t take much imagination, as he had seen her naked two hours ago. With a lopsided grin, Janet enjoyed the intoxicating thrill of a shy, young man’s eyes penetrating her to the very core.
She wanted him. Yet, there was no way she would cheat on John, the love of her life. They needed that talk, and maybe several more afterwards.
“So, what is the problem, Ethan?” She softly asked again.
As if woken from a hypnotic dream, the young man’s eyes went from Mrs Jones’ shrouded body to her face. Then, without a word, he slowly opened his dressing gown and showed the black cotton boxer shorts he was wearing. However, it was not the boxer shorts that caught JJ’s eye; it was the object that was protruding from the top of them.
It was an erect, nicely proportioned cock.
Janet briefly locked onto it, then, not wanting to dwell too long, she stated the obvious: “I see your problem.”
With an undercurrent of panic in his voice, Ethan stated, “I can’t get it to go down!”
“Why don’t you masturbate?” Janet softly replied, while trying not to smile.
“Err, I can’t… Err… It’s embarrassing.”
Janet felt sorry for the young man. “Do you want me to help you?”
Ethan’s eyes flew open; it was like someone had just zapped him with a thousand volts. “I don’t think so, Mrs Jones.”
“It’s JJ, Ethan.”
Janet decided to take control. She removed her dressing gown and slippers, putting them carefully in one corner. As she did so, she noticed the teenager’s eyes were following her every move. Normally, she would have enjoyed the thrill of being observed by someone who was so desirable… But now time was running short; they needed to get a move on before Ms Morgan was banging on the door.
“Ethan, get your clothes off – all of them!”
After speaking, Janet realised she had sounded a bit like Melisa and couldn’t help giggling.
“Err… Mrs… Err, JJ, are we going to have sex?” Ethan nervously questioned, still not moving.
“No, Ethan…” Feeling just as horny as the young man, Janet quietly exclaimed, “My husband needs to give me consent for that!” After she said it, she knew that she was telling him more than she should, but maybe she needed to do this, too.
“Now, start moving; get your kit off.”
He nervously began to remove his boxer shorts, while JJ stripped much more quickly. As she did so, she quickly explained that her husband wasn’t a jealous man, and with his permission, she sometimes exhibited her naked body.
“It was what happened earlier,” she stated, realising they were now both fully naked. Both of them were taking in each other’s nude bodies, checking each other out.
“You cannot touch Ethan, but you are allowed to look as much as you like while masturbating. I am going to join you and masturbate too.”
With that, JJ gave a wicked grin and bent forward to survey the eighteen-year-old’s magnificent cock. It wasn’t as long as her husband’s or Hugh’s, but it had a good girth, a foreskin, and a large gland like John’s.
As Ethan just stood there, Janet drooled over the rock-hard club of a cock; her pussy throbbed in sympathy. The young man had no way of knowing that his penis was only the fourth dick she had ever seen in the flesh.
There was a pause as they stood there, naked. JJ’s pussy was wet and needy, but Janet knew the rules. As much as she wanted to take Ethan in her hand, feel him, and jerk him off, she knew she couldn’t. Nor could she, even more deliciously, take him in her mouth and taste the precum that was leaking from his engorged phallus.
There was no way she was prepared to break their hotwifing rules, and as her husband had already pointed out, today she had chosen not to wear the key to their game, her anklet.
However, nudity was not covered, so standing there naked, aroused, wanting to show the eighteen-year-old even more, was within their hotwifing rules; just no touching each other.
“Ethan, I want to watch you cum,” JJ salaciously suggested with a lopsided grin. Then she sat on the closed toilet seat and spread her legs wide, shivering with desire at what she was doing.
The young man’s eyes were fixed on her bald cunt.
Janet knew this was her Mrs Robinson moment, her fingers dipping into her folds. She looked at the teenager, who was still not moving, his cock still rigid. The leaking precum was now flowing more freely.
“Ethan, we haven’t got long; don’t you want to cum with me?”
The eighteen-year-old didn’t move, and it gave JJ another thought. “Ethan, you do know girls masturbate?”
“No… err… I am not very experienced,” he replied, his face now matching the colour of his cock’s gland.
It made JJ realise that, despite the young man’s athletic looks, he lacked knowledge about girls.
“Come closer, Ethan, and look at my bare pussy; see what you are doing to me…”
With his legs shaking, he stepped closer, right between Mrs Jones’s outstretched legs, his eyes staring. He did not want to show that he was still a virgin, although he had fingered a girl… two years ago, before they broke up.
“Pull on that cock, Ethan; cum on my cunt.”
The teenager did as requested, more shocked at Mrs Jones’ use of the C-word than at what they were doing together. With his eyes fixed on Janet’s sloshing pussy, and her fingers frigging away, he tugged on his cock, once, twice…
As he did so, JJ’s unblinking eyes stared at his hand movements.
Three…Four… he grunted.
Five… Janet softly groaned, knowing what was about to happen.
Six… the end of Ethan’s cock erupted as jet after jet of the young man’s semen splashed all over Mrs Jones’s torso. It caused JJ to moan. Her pussy twitched as his seed splashed onto her body.
Janet’s eyes were fixed on the eighteen-year-old Adonis of a man, her mind remembering her time in the back of an old 1967 Ford Cortina Mk2 1600E. She could remember the exact model of the car, Freddie having ingrained it into her head over the six months they were together.
As Ethan’s cum splashed on her, JJ instinctively did something, which she knew was a grey area within their rules. With her free hand, she rubbed the jizz over her bare mound. Then, naughtily, she scooped a dollop of cum, and still looking at the teenager, she licked her fingers, tasting its saltiness, before swallowing it.
It was an action she repeated once again, showing Ethan, who was still jerking the last drops of his jism onto Janet, that it was no fluke—that Mrs Jones liked to swallow cum.
Janet was in a sexual daze, a visage of present-day lust and memories of Hugh and her old boyfriend, Freddie, jerking off over her.
With a groan, JJ came. Her fingers were buried deep in her pussy, her legs straight, rigid and briefly clamping Ethan as a much-needed orgasm washed through her. It was a private moment, right in front of the teenager with an impressive cock—his eyes on stalks, taking in every little detail.
As they both came down from their mutual masturbation session, Janet could not help giggling at what she had just done. No rules broken, though maybe stretched a little.
With Ethan’s cock now flaccid, at least temporarily, they cleaned up. As they did so, Janet carefully stated, “Now, Ethan, remember the NDA we both signed. So not a word to anyone, and I mean anyone, not even Earnest and William.”
“Aren’t you going to tell your husband, Mrs… err… I mean, JJ?”
“He is the exception, Ethan. We are married, and he sets the rules I play under.” Janet then wickedly grinned, but she knew she was taking a risk with what she was about to say.
“Ethan, would you like to do something like this again with me?”
“Hell yes,” he replied, enthusiastically.
“We will see what John says. He is concerned that he may be working with you in the future and that it would get out if we were seeing each other.”
“You have talked about me?”
“Yes, Ethan, we talked about you. I had my eye on you since my thirttt… since my birthday party.”
“Oh… The answer is yes, Mrs… JJ.”
The young man could not believe his luck.
“Good… we’d better get going before Ms Morgan catches us in here.”
JJ took the young man’s hand, and they returned downstairs in their white dressing gowns, with the appropriate underwear underneath.
As April let them into the boudoir photoshoot, Janet gave a mysterious glance towards her husband and then noticed a look of irritation from Ms Morgan, which turned more into a scowl when her gaze turned towards Ethan. When she spoke to him, her voice betrayed her annoyance.
Inwardly, JJ smiled to herself. She knew that the Creative Director was unknowingly helping keep the eighteen-year-old’s not-so-little problem little.
Since Mrs Jones was not needed, she went over and sat with her husband, him giving her a knowing look.
Janet gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered, “I’ll tell you later.”
Over the next thirty minutes, Bear pointed the camera at the models, directing them, while Melisa’s instructions sounded more like orders, especially when JJ occasionally took up a more explicit pose than she should. The Creative Director knew Mrs Jones was doing it deliberately, that she was teasing her and the three watching men.
But Ms Morgan, being ever the professional, couldn’t help but occasionally bark out, “Mrs Jones, this is not a porn shoot.” These words, which were now her catch phrase, produced smiles, even titters, from all those involved.
The rest of the underwear shoot passed uneventfully, Janet ending up wearing what could only be described as a grey night gown. It’s material, a cotton flannel that went all the way down to her feet.
“Fine for winter,” JJ thought, but she was hot and could only look enviously at Anna’s skimpy number. She was wearing a baby-doll nightie and matching transparent panties, which did little to obscure her bush.
John grinned at seeing the half-naked Anna until JJ looked his way. Then, he quickly pretended to cover his eyes, causing the married couple to chuckle to themselves. Mrs Jones had to overcome her natural jealousy by reminding herself that there was only one woman there that her husband wanted.
It wasn’t until they were all dressed back into the clothes that they had arrived in that two unexpected events happened to Janet. First, Anna came up to her slightly nervously and gave her a piece of paper.
On it was Anna’s telephone number and city address. She then explained to Mrs Jones that she would like to get to know her better and go out for a drink, just as friends.
JJ politely accepted it, although she wasn’t really interested, Anna being only eighteen. However, it did flash through her head that she was the same age as Ethan, and Janet didn’t want to disappoint. So she told her that she would phone next time she was in the city where she lived.
With John waiting to leave, JJ went to the bathroom, and as she came out, she was greeted by Melisa, who shoved her back inside and then pushed her against the wall and kissed her.
“You’re a tease,” she whispered before kissing JJ once again.
Janet didn’t resist; there was something about Melisa that appealed to her inner core. Her pussy once again became wet, the older lady now warmly smiling at her.
“JJ, I am going to tell you a little secret. At work, I dress deliberately old; the glasses are for show, and my hair is not how I would want it. In my private life, I can assure you I am not so brash.”
Not understanding, Janet asked, “Why do you make yourself look older?”
“To get respect, JJ,” Melisa replied, smiling. “How old do you think I am?”
Janet didn’t like to say it, hating that very question.
“I’m only thirty-two, JJ.”
Melisa took off her glasses, undid her hair clip, and then shook out her hair. “With makeup, I do look younger…” Ms Morgan stated and then warmly smiled.
Now knowing, Janet could see Melisa was nearer her age than the late thirties she had first thought.
“We don’t live far apart, and you have my private address and home number. I never give them out to anyone but my closest friends, although I don’t seem to have any locally since I moved here.”
“You know where I live?” Janet questioned.
Melisa smiled again. “Don’t worry, I’m not stalking you. William gave me your details when I booked you as a model for the college photoshoot…” Then, almost timidly, Melisa added, “I know you are happily married, and I’m not looking for a relationship, just friendship.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this… JJ, I am not looking to have sex with you; I am hoping we can become friends.
“It has not been easy for me since I moved here to make new friends, and I now realise that, unlike living in the city, I have also needed to tone down the fact that I am a lesbian.”
Janet knew exactly what Melisa was saying. When she moved to Somertyn, she had John. He was a local. But in the twelve years since they relocated to the town, their friends were mostly couples, either met through school or old acquaintances of her husband’s. Their single friends were all men, whom the Joneses seemed to have collected along the way.
The church ladies were the only women she used to socialise with, but as she had not been to church for over six years, she had largely been marginalised from that group of women.
Knowing that she needed to get back to her husband, a crooked grin appeared on JJ’s face, and in a swift action, she rotated Melisa until she was pinned against the wall. Then, with an urgency driven by her sexual desire, she kissed Melisa, her tongue slipping into her mouth.
When they broke apart, JJ whispered, “I like that, to become your friend, but I come with a husband and a family. They will always come first. As for the sex, I’m not sure if I want to experiment with another woman, but let’s say what happened has got me curious, especially that strap-on dildo you mentioned… However, I need to discuss it with John.”
“You tell him everything?” Melisa questioned, surprised.
“Yes, everything.”
Janet then paused and took a few seconds to think about it.
“I guess if we become good friends, we don’t have to tell him everything, except if we have sex… I mean, and this might surprise you, Melisa. All my friends are couples or men… In my thirty years, apart from Sally when I was at school, I have never had a close female friend, not even my mother.”
“Actually, the men part doesn’t surprise me at all,” Melisa warmly replied, smiling.
It had Janet smiling too, as she realised she could do with a good female friend—someone who had similar hedonistic views to her own.
After leaving Melisa with the promise that she would phone her, Janet collected her husband in the grand hall. There, she said goodbye to Earnest and William, who both gave her a little pat on the bottom as she turned to leave.
It was an action that had JJ giggling, especially when John followed suit and smacked her bum twice. Then, out of earshot of the older men, he whispered, “I was just reclaiming you.”
“You don’t have to worry, John, as I’m off the clock now.”
At the gate, the married couple waved and then turned to walk home.
As the Joneses disappeared into the distance, Earnest offhandedly remarked, “Janet is certainly like my Marion.”
“I believe that was just as much down to our choice of the other two models and us asking Ms Morgan to work her magic on Mrs Jones,” William replied.
“Do you think Melisa was successful?”
“Almost certainly, my friend, didn’t you notice the change in demeanour between the two ladies as the photoshoot went on?”
“I did, and John noticed it too,” Earnest remarked, and then questioned. “Do you think Janet is ready to move up to a Grade Four domestic?”
“Give it time, my friend, just give it time,” William stated, knowing that Mrs Jones’ husband still had a way to go before he reached the next step in the older men’s lecherous game.
As the couple walked, JJ remarked, “Fuck, am I horny!
“I hope you have something left for me after all you’re drooling over, Anna.”
“Doubt it! She was young and wore me out.”
“John, she is a lesbian. She gave me her contact details and wants to go on a date with me.”
“Are you going?” John questioned enthusiastically.
Since they had started playing their game, he had always wanted to see his wife with another woman. However, it wasn’t something JJ seemed that interested in until recently.
“Do you want me to?”
“I wouldn’t mind, especially if I could watch you two together.”
“Typical male answer,” Janet giggled and then gave her husband a little reinforcing nudge.
“But I do have two little stories to tell you, one that might surprise you.”
“I doubt it – Melisa,” John chuckled. He suspected that something had happened between his wife and the Creative Director.
When Janet saw the empty bus shelter, the one they had briefly stopped in on their way to Somertyn Manor, she pulled her husband inside and kissed him with all her love.
As they broke apart, John questioned, “I’m going to get a hot story now?” He was still thinking about what might have happened between the two women.
“Not until you fuck me… unless you want to fuck me here right now. I promise I won’t stop you; I am that horny.”
“John looked around, considering it, but it was still light, and, importantly, they only lived a five-minute walk away.
“Nah… Anna drained me!”
Giggling, JJ placed her hand on John’s hard cock and said, “It looks like I have caused a miracle. We do need to get home and fuck!”
“And for you to tell me two exciting hot stories,” John replied, smiling.
“Only if you make me cum… twice!”
John chuckled, “That will be easy, as we can break open your chest full of toys.”
“That’s not what I am talking about, and you know it,” Janet emphasised her point by giving her husband his second nudge in as many minutes.
“JJ, I enjoyed today,” John warmly stated. “You lit up the room. Every man there wanted you, and it sounds like every woman, too!”
Janet beamed, enjoying her husband’s compliment, knowing it was also true.
“Although, JJ, we do have a lot to talk about, especially as from next week I will start to travel a lot more for work.
“I don’t like the thought of being away, that I can’t reclaim you, and if there is a problem, I cannot be there for you with me being on the other side of the country.
“It made me wonder if we should take a sabbatical from our hotwife game when I am travelling.”
“John, I know we have a lot to talk about, including taking a break from our game when you are travelling,” Janet softly replied before kissing her husband once again and then more urgently stating, “Let’s go home and fuck.”
The happy and extremely horny couple grabbed each other’s hands and ran down the hill together, chuckling as they did so. It wasn’t until they reached their turning that they stopped.
There, they took a deep breath as they saw John’s parents’ car in their driveway.
It seemed that John would now have to wait for his hot stories, and Janet would have to wait for her promised hard fuck. For now, they would have to assume the roles of a son, a father, a mother, and a daughter-in-law.
And to the wider world, they would simply be known as… Mr and Mrs Jones.
The Joneses will return… Look out for Cash in Hand 2
Extra Author’s Note: We are leaving Mr and Mrs Jones’s story there, while the author has his own sabbatical from writing about them. They will return periodically, along with life at Somertyn Manor. Follow me if you want to receive updates on what I am working on or, perhaps more importantly, to read more about JJ, John, Earnest, William, and what happens in the future at Somertyn Manor.
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.
