The park was located next to the school Jenna attended, and the short walk gave Janet time to think, to relax, and, importantly, to become JJ. With each step she took, she felt the need to see Hugh, have a good time, and almost certainly have sex with him.
After all, that was why she was doing this. To have sex with other men, make up for the time she had missed in her youth, and, importantly, prepare herself for working at Somertyn Manor.
As she reached the street corner, she glanced back towards the family home. It was fading into the dark, but JJ knew that she still carried the love that lay within it.
Maybe, somewhat strangely, Janet didn’t feel any pangs of guilt. The anklet around her right ankle told her that she wasn’t cheating on her husband, and she also felt that this first time with Hugh would be better if John were not there. His absence would help Hugh to soothe his nerves and give her and her new boyfriend a chance to connect.
“There he is,” JJ thought, partly relieved that he had turned up… Hugh was leaning against his dark BMW car, smoking a cigarette. It was just where he had told Janet that he would be.
He saw Janet approaching and stubbed out his cigarette before opening the car door for her. He was trying to do the right thing. Be the boyfriend. Even with the half a dozen phone calls they had made to each other since August, he had no idea how being her boyfriend would work. He thought it might be fun, and with all of Janet’s sexual experience with other men, he believed he would almost certainly get laid.
“You look lovely,” he warmly remarked, bringing an equally warm smile as she ducked into the car.
“We need to go,” she replied sharply.
Hugh understood and drove them out of town towards his home near the big city, allowing JJ to relax. She undid her coat and settled back into the passenger’s seat, allowing her long legs to stretch out before her.
“Sorry, Hugh, as I mentioned on the phone, I need to be careful in town. It would be hard for me to explain being seen out with a man apart from my husband. That’s why I need to buy myself a car; it makes me independent and, more importantly, makes it easier to see you.”
Hugh smiled and briefly dropped his hand from the steering wheel to Janet’s thigh. “So, this boyfriend-girlfriend arrangement is real. Is John still happy about it?”
“It’s real, Hugh… as you well know, you have spoken with him on the phone about it!”
“I was checking that nothing had changed since we chatted this morning.”
Understanding that Hugh was simply being cautious, JJ giggled and said, “It was my husband’s idea. But, as I am already married, I’m only interested in us having a little fun and a lot of sex. But we do need to talk, as I also want this to be a little more than us just jumping into bed together… So, where are we going?”
“The Christmas Market, near where I live. I thought it would be a good place for a first date.”
“That sounds good to me.”
Janet liked the idea of getting to know more about her new boyfriend and what he wanted to get from their new budding relationship before fucking him.
Hugh then chuckled, “I guess you both have a lot of experience, so you know what you’re doing.”
Janet smiled to herself, liking this thought of being a promiscuous woman. However, she did want to clear one thing up. “Hugh, since I have been married, I’ve never had a boyfriend, so this is a first for me too.”
“But you have been with other guys?”
“One-night stands, meaningless hook-ups, arranged fucks, and, needless to say, John was normally with me.” This was, of course, all a lie. It was part of Janet’s invisible wall designed to prevent her new boyfriend from getting too close.
“So, Janet, other than your husband, are you going to be seeing other men when we are dating?”
“I am sure that I will. But John and I are just getting back into this, so I am not seeing anyone else at present. However, I promise you that when it happens, I will let you know.”
She then added with a lopsided grin, “And do call me JJ when we are together, as I prefer that name.”
Using her husband’s pet name for her had been previously agreed upon with John. He now understood that she needed to keep her hotwife persona separate from her personality at home and at Somertyn Manor.
Hugh went quiet. He was obviously deep in thought, and several miles later, he suddenly suggested, “You could borrow one of my cars, as you know I have several.”
It was a suggestion that surprised JJ.
He then kindly added, “As you are my girlfriend, from my side, there would be no issues with me lending you one.”
Janet knew Hugh was being kind, but his suggestion threw up the evening’s first red flag. It was something they all needed to talk about: how aware should the outside world be of their girlfriend-boyfriend relationship? Though JJ suspected it would be something that would be established over time.
“That is a lovely suggestion, Hugh, but I will need to speak to John first.” JJ had gone with the neutral, safe answer, though she knew borrowing a car would, at least in the short term, help her both financially and with logistics.
In a leisurely drive of twenty minutes, the couple generally chattered, with JJ getting to know a little more about Hugh. She liked what she heard, except for the part about Hugh cheating on his ex-wife, Cindy. In the city, they turned into a multi-storey car park and parked. Though still a little unsure as to how their relationship would develop, it did give Janet her first chance to lean across and kiss her boyfriend, and that is what she did.
As they moved apart, ice broken, JJ couldn’t help but giggle. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl.
“What?” Hugh asked while trying not to chuckle.
“I suddenly feel relieved and lucky. I mean, how many husbands allow their wives to have a boyfriend… But above all, I feel incredibly naughty!” Janet’s hand moved down to feel Hugh’s aroused cock. She was making it very clear what she wanted.
“Later,” Hugh cried, seeing people walking past, feeling JJ’s hand undoing his zipper. “We can’t, not here,” he then gasped. His girlfriend’s hand was now fishing around in his trousers, her fingers wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock.
“Are you sure?” JJ whispered, her voice imitating a schoolgirl.
Inside, though, she was chuckling, enjoying this power she had over men. “Maybe later then,” she pouted, withdrawing her hand, leaving Hugh panting.
“Definitely,” he retorted, grinning, and then somewhat excitedly blurted. “I thought it took three dates with a woman before you could expect sex?”
“Not with this one,” JJ giggled. “Although, Hugh, you seem to have forgotten that we have already had sex… But this time, I am expecting you to last longer than one stroke.”
Hugh was left stunned, wanting more, and struggling to zip himself up. JJ stepped out of the car, still giggling to herself and enjoying playing the JJ role, though she noted that it was a role that came rather naturally to her.
Pulling the coat around herself, Janet grinned and then walked towards the market, leaving Hugh trailing in her wake, knowing that one of the unwritten rules of their relationship had just been established – JJ was going to be calling the shots!
Holding hands, Hugh and Janet moseyed from stall to stall, just like other couples were doing. They were relaxed, still catching up on life’s events since the familiarity they had together at college.
“So, why did you turn me down when I asked you to go out with me twelve years ago?” Hugh asked.
Janet explained that he had been too close to her ex-boyfriend, Freddie. That if he hadn’t been his best friend, she would have said yes. She had told Hugh this at the time, but she sensed that he had to hear it once again.
After exploring most of the stalls, they retreated into a makeshift pub, temporarily built for the Christmas market. It was called Rudolph’s Retreat, and it only sold German beer and warm mulled wine. They both had the latter.
With their hands gripping the warm cups, taking the heat from them, Hugh stated something that had obviously been on his mind. “If, back in college, you had said yes to me going out with you… Do you think you might have ended up marrying me instead of John?”
Janet knew this sort of question should have been another red flag, but it was the same question that she had often thought about. So it didn’t shock her, nor really worry her.
“Do you mind if I smoke?” Hugh asked before Janet had the chance to answer. She didn’t mind, and he offered her a cigarette, knowing that JJ occasionally smoked. She took one and lit up without thinking as she tackled his leading question.
“Maybe, Hugh… I liked you back then… and I’m still finding myself liking you now; if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be my boyfriend.”
Hugh smiled. “So, I am going to get lucky later?”
“You know you are, but never forget that I am married, and I am only going to say this once. I will never leave John; I love him, and I love my family. So, if he tells me to stop doing this…”
Hugh butted in, “I know, JJ, I used to have the same… a family.”
Janet nodded and affectionately placed her hand on Hugh’s thigh, understanding for the first time that the man she was with still missed his family, and maybe his wife.
After a pause, the conversation moved on to lighter matters, with Janet teasing her boyfriend about his goatee beard. She didn’t like facial hair. She even suggested that she should shave it off – make him look ten years younger!
Before they left the Christmas Market, they bought a small gift for each other to commemorate their first date. Hugh purchased a spicy cinnamon-scented candle, as the smell reminded him of JJ.
While JJ made impish scented candle suggestions to Hugh, peppermint candy cane and festive eggnog were her choices. Her chuckling boyfriend quickly rejected both, suggesting he never uses scented candles.
In the end, she bought Hugh a black leather bracelet, which was suitable for a man. When she tied it around her boyfriend’s wrist, he offhandedly commented, “Are you trying to turn me into a Hippy?”
“It goes with your goatee,” Janet retorted, laughing. Her chuckle was heard all the way back to Hugh’s car, where, once inside, they kissed again.
“Hugh, it is time to take me to your place,” JJ whispered, her hand once again resting on her boyfriend’s cock. She was making it obvious what she needed.
As the electronic gates swung open, Janet once again was surprised at the size of Hugh’s home. However, JJ knew her boyfriend’s ex-wife still owned half of the building, and he only lived there with his ex’s agreement.
Holding Hugh’s hand, Janet allowed him to lead her upstairs and show her to his bedroom, their familiarity masking any need for urgency. On the way, they only paused to check the answerphone to see if John had left any messages.
He hadn’t. But JJ felt her heart beat a little harder when she saw the red flashing light indicating that there was indeed a message, followed by relief when she discovered it was from one of Hugh’s friends.
This made Janet realise just how much she wanted Hugh, feeling a strong desire and longing for the experience of being with a new man. That she didn’t want this to be like being with her husband; she just wanted it to be no-holds-barred, raw fucking.
Upstairs, the master bedroom was huge, twice the size of the one she had back home. Its decor was pine; the whole house had the feel of an oversized Swiss cottage. Like her marriage bedroom, it had an ensuite bathroom, though unlike the one back home, the bath, like the shower, had been built for two people. Janet then noticed a couple of scented candles… JJ couldn’t resist picking the first one up and, with a mischievous grin, sniffing its scent in front of Hugh.
“You don’t use scented candles…” She giggled, raising an eyebrow, and then she teased, “This one smells like peppermint candy cane.”
Hugh knew it was vanilla.
Giggling, JJ then added, “And I guess the other candle must be festive eggnog!”
Having made her point, JJ sauntered her way out of the bathroom, her wiggling hips reinforcing her control with every step.
There was one aspect of the bedroom that caught her eye, and it was the nearly all-glass wall overlooking the rear garden. Long white net curtains hung in front of the glass just like a veil, the moon’s light perforating through them, casting a romantic hue onto Hugh’s bed.
“May I?” Janet wanted to pull the nets back, let in the night’s natural light, and survey what she could see in the rear garden.
Hugh nodded, coming up behind JJ and wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, his impressive bulge pushing into her. But just for a minute, Janet was more interested in the rear garden. It was so large she could not see the end of it through the scattering of pine trees. She also noticed that the glass window had a patio door built into it, which took you onto a landing that ran the width of the bedroom.
While staring, Janet felt a tug on her zipper and then heard a rasping sound. Her red dress fell away, pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of it.
She thought, “This was the moment she had been waiting for, one that nearly happened twelve years ago in a derelict warehouse yard.”
Janet turned and faced Hugh, her needy pussy rapidly becoming wet, as an unspoken spark that had always been there passed between them. This was a moment to savour, as Hugh’s lips came down on hers.
A kiss in the moonlight, a signal of what JJ hoped would be two hours of intense sex with her boyfriend.
Then, almost like a Hollywood movie, Hugh whisked JJ up in his arms and carefully laid her on his queen-sized bed. She was dressed only in a black lace G-string and a matching bra. They were her husband’s favourite set. John had carefully laid them out for his wife to wear tonight.
Hugh’s mouth soon covered Janet’s as she kicked off her shoes. The slow build-up was now replaced by urgency, first kisses, and then caresses as Hugh’s hands explored JJ’s body. There were no words, just a bubbling passion that had always been there.
This was their moment; JJ thought only of Hugh as kisses rained down, and her pussy needed to be touched and fucked, her panties now soaked. A pause, as Hugh tore off his clothes. Janet removed her bra and then took in her boyfriend’s emerging body. His long cock was already erect and eager, precum leaking from it.
Janet could not help but compare Hugh’s torso to her husband’s, noting that he was not quite as well-toned as John and that, unlike her husband, his chest was covered in hair.
With a giggle, JJ let her boyfriend remove the last vestige of clothing, her black G-string, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor. She was offering herself to another man, naked, her legs springing open, inviting, and yet, there was a pause.
The moonlight illuminated them as they both took in the other’s naked body. Janet’s eyes were already devouring Hugh’s erection. Like her husband, he had a large cock. However, unlike John, Janet had learnt that Hugh was proud of his size and happily told every woman about it!
Of course, they had seen each other naked before, but this time their stares were wanton, and there was no doubt as to what was going to happen next, lying there on top of the covers, in Hugh’s former marriage bed.
“It’s time for us to fuck,” JJ’s words were assertive.
The unseen crackle of desire sparked between them, Hugh’s eyes burrowing into Janet’s most secret place. The gold chain around her right ankle caught the moonlight and once again reminded Janet that John desired her to do this, her wedding vows briefly forgotten.
JJ’s pussy was wet and needy.
Hugh needed no further invitation. He had waited years to fuck Janet. They both sensed that, and it was with a sudden urgency that he positioned himself between JJ’s spread legs. They had waited twelve years for this moment, and there was no need for foreplay; Janet’s pussy was already engorged, open, and eager. With moonlight illuminating the moment, Hugh’s stiff cock tip was touching JJ’s slick crevice.
“Fuck me,” Janet gasped, her throat suddenly dry, her words wanting, desperate.
Then, with a grunt, Hugh pushed his cock’s gland, piercing JJ’s folds. Then they were fucking, with urgent, lust-filled strokes. This experience felt different for Janet; with no love involved, it was certainly more primaeval as she thrust back, her groans matching his grunts, twelve years of pent-up desire going into every stroke.
With no touching or kissing, JJ was just lying there, legs spread, meeting every one of Hugh’s thrusts, and, willing him on. Her eyes looked at her well-endowed boyfriend, his cock pounding her, him staring at her accommodating pussy.
Then she felt his body tense; JJ was nearly there. “Fuck me, Hugh, fuck me,” she groaned. Her legs wrapped around Hugh, and yet the moment was over, almost as quickly as it had started, her boyfriend’s seed flooding her willing cunt.
Still entwined, they lay there, Hugh’s large cock still rigid, plugging Janet’s pussy. Her skin was now glowing, and a tinge of perspiration covered her body. JJ’s thoughts were briefly of her husband, that she was now officially a hotwife. That she had just had sex with her second man, and yet, she had not cum and certainly wasn’t sated.
“Well, you lasted longer than one stroke,” JJ softly whispered and then added, encouragingly. “It was nice!” As she said it, she knew ‘nice’, though accurate, was probably not the best word to use. The truth was that they had only fucked for thirty seconds.
“Sorry,” Hugh mumbled. “Just give me a minute, and we’ll go again.”
Janet smiled and kissed Hugh passionately before softly whispering, “Was I that irresistible?”
“You have no idea, JJ,” Hugh stated as he started to move again, his cock never going flaccid.
This time, they moved together, finding their rhythm. The sex was less urgent and more fulfilling. Janet’s pussy was already filled, and the ejaculate was helping to keep her velvet walls lubricated. Her purrs were now more of pleasure, little gurgles rather than the earlier loud, needy groans.
She felt her orgasm building. Hugh’s slow thrusts met with hers, and then they switched from the missionary position to doggy style. It was a position JJ loved, but not one that she and her husband had sex in very often.
This felt raw to Janet, her pussy now awash, her boyfriend fucking JJ in long, steady thrusts. Her hands gripped the pillow; a mini-cum vibrated through her pussy. They built to a crescendo, Janet’s hand finding her clit, and then a toe-curling scream as a much-needed orgasm ripped through her as Hugh’s cock ejaculated, emptying his seed deep into his girlfriend.
It was the sort of sex JJ needed; the bed was soaked between her legs as she remembered back to the morning, when she had paraded rather naughtily for two older, lecherous gentlemen. She had been horny ever since then. Rolling onto their backs, panting and currently sated, Hugh passed Janet the tissues.
“That was nice,” JJ panted.
That led to a hard stare from Hugh, who thought, “They had been fucking for twenty minutes!” He never had a woman tell him that when they had sex with him, it was just… Nice!”
“Actually, it was very nice,” Janet giggled, her boyfriend’s stare only slightly softening.
After they both had cleaned up, they cuddled up in bed, knowing that they had to leave in thirty minutes to get Janet home before midnight.
“Apart from being nice, did you enjoy it?” Hugh asked, cagily.
Janet smiled inwardly. She knew her boyfriend was hunting for a compliment and that it was important for him.
“After my husband, you were the best I ever had,” she answered truthfully and then added with a giggle, “It was actually extremely nice, and I could get used to it.”
Hugh smiled, “Second?”
He thought that JJ had been with many men, so being second was wonderful, and he wanted to confirm.
“I normally last a lot longer,” he then chirped, not thinking, “Out of how many?”
“You won’t be number one, Hugh, as that spot is reserved for my husband.
“Why is this so important to you? As you know, I am a slut, an easy conquest if you like. That is why I’m in bed with you, while my husband waits for me at home.
“Don’t ever try to love me; just enjoy all of my body… and only a little of me.”
“I know.” Hugh pulled out an A4 photo showing him with a curvy, blonde woman and two equally blonde young girls. “This is Cindy, and these are our two children,” he mentioned their names, but JJ’s eyes were focused on Hugh’s former wife.
As she looked at Cindy, Janet realised that she resembled her in some ways, which raised another red flag in her mind. She thought of Earnest’s wife, Marion, who could have almost been her twin. While Cindy just bore a passing resemblance. She didn’t say anything apart from compliments about her boyfriend’s family and former wife.
JJ just listened as Hugh ran through his family life, their bodies keeping warm under the covers as they snuggled up naked. But Janet kept one eye on the time as she was thinking about John, and although this was all very ‘nice’. She wanted to make sure that she wasn’t late getting home to her husband.
However, there was one thing Janet wanted to do before they left. She wrapped her hand around Hugh’s flaccid cock and started to wank him. Her action stopped Hugh in mid-sentence, and he then mumbled, “Are you serious? We haven’t got much time before we have to leave.”
With a mischievous grin, she took his cock into her mouth, knowing they didn’t have time but wanting to taste him. Pushing the bedcovers back, JJ was pleased to feel Hugh’s cock responding to her mouth’s delicate touch.
She broke away from her boyfriend’s increasing hardness, her eyes locking with Hugh’s. “You do taste good, even better than peppermint.”
Hugh smiled.
“You’re right, we haven’t got time for this, but next time I want to taste your eggnog.”
Then Janet’s mouth went to work on her boyfriend’s cock, bringing him to full hardness. She was surprised by how much she wanted him again, but there was no time. Coming up, JJ straddled Hugh and sank onto his large cock. Something she did easily because her pussy was accustomed to her husband’s size.
“Though I want to, we are not going to fuck Hugh. But I wanted to feel your nice cock one more time before we go.”
Hugh didn’t move his face; it was hard to read. JJ took his hand and placed it on her bald mound.
“When we are together, Hugh, this is yours. Not to make love to, but to fuck. It might surprise you, but sometimes I want you to treat me just like a slut. I like sex, lots of it, and experimenting. As I mentioned earlier, I’m not asking, nor do I want you to replace my husband. When we are together, treat me more like a whore.”
“I’m not sure that I can do that!”
“Well, it might be fun trying… But there is one important thing that you have forgotten to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“I will tell you. I am not on contraception.”
Hughes’ eyes went wide with alarm, but he remained silent, his cock deep inside her, with its tip pressing against her cervix.
JJ giggled, knowing she was being naughty, telling her boyfriend this way, “But I have been sterilised; I have clips on my tubes. So I will not be getting pregnant.”
Hugh’s eyes relaxed; he realised Janet had been teasing him, and he let out a soft chuckle in relief.
JJ climbed off her boyfriend’s cock, kissed the tip, and told him to “Hold that thought until next time.” She then clipped her bra into place before putting her dress back on. She didn’t bother with her panties; she just put them straight into her handbag.
As Janet put her coat on, she ran her tongue over her teeth and remarked, “There is one thing that you could do for me.”
“We haven’t time, JJ!”
Janet giggled, “I know, but I wasn’t thinking about sex.”
“Really?”
“Well, not much. But will you buy a toothbrush for me?”
“No problem,” Hugh replied, his arm once again around JJ.
“You could put it next to those scented candles,” she then giggled, before kissing her boyfriend and not letting him have a chance to reply…
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.
