After her time sitting on the wooden bench at Somertyn Manor, Janet felt refreshed, and yet she still carried the uncertainty about what the future would bring. With the decision already made with John to push forward with the house extension, the biggest concern that remained was whether she should forget about the idea of having another child and add to their family.

A couple of minutes later, Janet pulled up at “Rose Cottage” and parked. As she did so, she pushed any thought of another baby to one side. Stepping out of the car, she glanced at the front garden, as she wanted to see if there were any of the many roses in bloom to cheer herself up by reminding herself that summer and the warmer weather were on their way.

A scan of the rose bushes told Janet that it was too early in the year, as there was not a single bloom. The lone colourful things in the garden were a few yellow daffodils. She thought, “Without the roses, the garden looked like she felt – rather drab.”

With a sigh, Mrs Jones collected a couple of items from the car’s rear seat and approached the pale blue front door, with its heavy black knocker just waiting to be used. However, just like the first time she visited ‘Rose Cottage', the door opened, and she was greeted by Earnest.

“I saw your car pull up,” he stated with a genuine smile as he guided Janet into the building. As he did so, Earnest noticed the garment bag she was carrying, JJ’s hand holding the clothes hanger it was hanging from.

He asked hopefully, “Janet, are you going to dress up for us?

“Though you do know that you don’t have to, your money is all here… Cash in hand.” As he said the last three words, Earnest tapped his nose twice with his index finger, indicating that little piece of information was just between Earnest, William and Janet.

It was an action that he had done before, and it always made Janet giggle as she had the distinct impression that, over the years, paying for her services was not the only thing that Earnest and William had paid for without paying tax.

“Good afternoon, Mrs Jones… Do we have another housecoat in the garment bag?"

It was William who had just strolled into the hall. He was referring to JJ’s visit last November, when she had pretended to wear a very plain, long housecoat only to later reveal her ‘Naughty Nurse’ uniform underneath.

“Maybe, William, you just have to wait and see,” she retorted with a lopsided grin. “Though I have to say, it is surprising what you can do with a couple of hessian potato sacks.”

“Quite,” William stated, unmoved.

At home, the Joneses had built up a small selection of uniforms that JJ liked to dress up in to entertain her husband. She had the 'Sexy School Girl' and the 'Naughty Nurse,' both of which Janet had already worn at 'Rose Cottage.' Then there was the latest outfit, the ‘Dishy Devil,’ and they had one more costume that currently resided in the garment bag.

Of course, there were hundreds of currently unavailable uniforms in storage at Somertyn Manor. Each one was manufactured to Janet’s size and sorted by how sexually explicit they would be for JJ to wear. With Mrs Jones being a grade-three domestic, it meant that she could be asked to wear any uniform from the grade-one domestic clothes rail to the more explicit grade-three.

Though Janet had visited ‘Rose Cottage’ many times over the winter, this was only the third time she was going to ‘entertain’ Earnest and William while collecting the money to retain her as a domestic. JJ liked it here; she enjoyed the two older, wealthy men’s company and now saw them more as friends than as employers.

“Tea, gentlemen?” Janet asked as she hung her red winter coat on the wooden coat stand.

“Yes, please, Yorkshire,” the two men replied in unison, their eyes taking in JJ’s shapely curves.

On facing them, Janet couldn’t help but smile. She liked their attention, and though their money had given the Jones family a healthy standard of living, for JJ, it was the friendship, kindness and, above all, their desire for her that made her want to flaunt her body. She always came away from their company smiling and often feeling horny.

“I can go home and get my housecoat, if you want me to,” she suggested, Earnest's and William’s stares still drinking in her body.

“Or I can wear what is in here,” JJ then said with a lopsided grin, as she held up the garment bag.

“Don’t go home, Janet—"

“We take a chance on the hessian potato sacks, Mrs Jones,” William then added, finishing his slightly younger friend’s sentence.

Janet grinned and turned towards the kitchen. “Gentlemen, please wait for me in the lounge. You know the drill,” she then giggled, her posture assured, as both men dropped to her tight rear, her new stretched jeans so tight it looked like they had been painted on.

Mrs Jones' body confidence had grown with the domestic role. Her poise and sureness were so much greater than they had been just three months ago. The photoshoot, meeting Melisa, fooling around with Richard and, above all, having her husband’s complete support had given her the self-assurance for JJ to take things further, portray a tantalising, sensual image and yet stay within the agreed-upon hotwife rules.

In the kitchen, Janet turned the kettle on and then prepared the items needed to make the tea. It was only then that she turned towards the costume she was going to wear.

In the garment bag was her sexy French maid’s outfit, a uniform which John had purchased for her just before last Christmas. It was JJ’s favourite, even though it did not show much of her skin. The truth was that if they were at Somertyn Manor, it would have been hanging only on a grade-two domestic clothes rack.

However, for JJ, that was not the point; this French maid’s uniform felt sexy to wear. It suited her body, and Janet knew just how to wear it, having spent some time in front of their bedroom mirror practising her poses.

With Earnest and William waiting patiently in the lounge, Janet stripped to her bra and panties. Then she checked that her gold anklet was securely in place around her right ankle and rolled each ten-denier stocking up her legs. The feel of the silky material was tantalising and hinted at the pleasures to come.

Knowing she didn’t have long, though the water in the kettle had yet to boil, JJ took off her black cotton knickers, putting them in the garment bag. As she did, she instinctively ran her hand over her bare mound. It was as if she were checking to ensure everything was intact, which it was, although her pubic hair had been removed many months ago.

She slipped on a pair of black lace bikini panties, their floral lace designed to entice rather than obscure the bare skin that lay beneath. Then, in quick, knowing movements, Janet clipped the black suspender belt into position, fastened and adjusted her stocking tops. As she did so, JJ wondered if she was getting too old to wear stockings. But then, she inwardly smiled, knowing what stockings' tops did to men and what power and control they gave her in influencing them.

The kettle clicked off, and Janet poured the hot water into the teapot – it still had to draw for a while – and the china teacups, saucers, teaspoons and sugar were already on the tea tray. Lastly, she added a plate full of biscuits and put a tea cosy over the top of the teapot, knowing that Earnest and William, two English gentlemen, took their morning tea very seriously.

With the tea now done and waiting to be served, JJ whipped her bra off, knowing that it would not be needed again, and threw it into the garment bag to reside with her old knickers. After a quick check that her breasts were still in place, she undid the zip on the back of her French maid uniform and stepped into it, adjusted it, and zipped it up.

Janet was nearly ready to serve the tea. She slid into a pair of black strappy heels and lastly put on her white mob cap to finish the uniform off.

With a deep breath, she carefully picked up the tray; it was time to serve late-morning tea and become JJ.

Opening the lounge door, she announced, using a very false French accent, “Good morning. I hope a French lady serving tiffin doesn't bother two English gentlemen.”

Earnest and William chuckled, mainly because Janet’s accent was terrible, but they liked to play along, answering in French. As old actors, they both loved a piece of theatre.

“Oui,” JJ replied, giggling and having run out of French words. Her mood was now so much lighter and cheerier than when she had arrived at ‘Rose Cottage.’

With a deliberate and exaggerated movement, Janet bent over, putting the tea tray on the low coffee table while thrusting her derriere toward the older gentleman. All French was suddenly forgotten as her stocking tops, suspenders and black lace panties came into view.

She held the pose as she stirred the tea in the large teapot.

“Gentlemen, do you want me to pour?”

“That would be delightful, Janet,” Earnest chimed in, enjoying both the view and playing along.

Janet poured both the men’s teas and one for herself, as the visit was not just a working call; it was also a social call. She wanted to catch up with what had been happening at both Somertyn Manor and Somertyn Gardens.

Then giggling and getting aroused, JJ turned to face Earnest and William before placing the teacups on placemats on each man’s side table. Of course, as she did this, she made sure they both had a good look at her cleavage.

For Janet, teasing and flashing her body now came so much more easily than it did before she and John started playing the hotwife game. Janet enjoyed playing the role of JJ and realised that it came rather naturally.

“Gentlemen, a biscuit?”

They both answered affirmatively, and with a knowing smile, JJ repeated her exposure procedure this time, almost pushing her boobs into each man’s face as she dipped down with the plate full of Jammy Dodgers, Hobnobs, Custard Creams, and Janet’s personal favourite, the Chocolate Digestive.

Then, feeling horny, she sat between them, even though there was a perfectly good armchair on the other side of the coffee table.

As her bottom hit the settee, she placed her hand on Earnest's and William’s legs just above the knees and asked, “So how is it going at both Somertyn Manor and Somertyn Gardens?"

Although JJ did want to know the answer to her two questions, it was not the main reason she had sat there. While she enjoyed flirting and teasing her employers, she had also come to enjoy their touch, something that both Earnest and William also knew.

As they explained, Janet learnt that the first two buildings had been erected at Somertyn Gardens, and it wouldn’t be long before they started taking the ordered bespoke furniture that John had sold to them. Janet briefly thought of the commission her husband would receive and the money they would need to put towards their house extension.

Now relaxed and excited, JJ playfully squeezed the older men’s legs just above their knees while letting her costume hem ride up, causing her stocking tops to show. Then she explained about the building work they were planning to do at home. There was no mention of Richard, their neighbour, or that Janet might have a fake affair with him. Unlike her boyfriend, Hugh, she had no plans to mention Richard to Earnest and William, as she wanted his presence to remain her secret.

The older men explained about Somertyn Manor and how they would be moving back in the first week of May, just in time for William's sixty-eighth birthday. They mentioned that they were planning a little courtyard party if the weather was good.

With the conversation flowing, JJ encouraged both men to touch her as they had done in the past. As she settled back into the settee, she spread her legs a little and placed the adjacent gentleman’s hand onto her nearest toned thigh.

“It will be wonderful to get back in the Manor,” JJ suggested. “All those uniforms I have yet to wear.”

William asked, “Has John mentioned anything about moving up to a grade four domestic?”

“Give him time, William… We have a lot going on currently, and we need to find a new home for a couple of months while doing the building work.”

“Janet, you could always move into Somertyn Manor,” Earnest excitedly stated before turning towards his slightly older friend and asking, “Isn’t that right, William?”

“Of course you can, Mrs Jones. The housekeeper’s apartment is self-contained.” Then enthusiastically, he added, “If we move the five clothes rails in the dressing room to the ballroom, and with John’s skill with wood, I’m sure he could divide the room into two temporary bedrooms. There is plenty of space.”

“Just think, Janet, you could still walk Jenna to school, and Jason would be able to catch the same school bus.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” Janet questioned, realising that it was a good idea, and eagerly added, “I’m not sure when it will be.”

“Mrs Jones, the only time we are away is Christmas, when we get some winter sun in Aruba. But that just means you will get to look after Somertyn Manor for us.” Then, with a cool chuckle, William added, “If we are away, no wild parties… As we will need to be here and invited to those!”

Earnest warmly chuckled at his friend's comment.

“I let John know,” Janet said with a grin, moving her hands up both gentlemen’s legs until they rested on their impressive bulges. This was as far as a grade-three domestic was allowed to go without breaking any rules.

As neither of the older men’s hands seemed to want to move, JJ stood and, with a giggle, sat on Earnest’s lap.

The action caused William to state, “As much as we would be charmed to explore your delightful body, Mrs Jones, we are not going to break our domestic rules. Isn't that so, Earnest?”

“William, that's hard for me to say while Janet's sitting in this position.”

JJ giggled, enjoying her body’s power over the two men – the feeling of Earnest's erect cock pushing into her buttocks. “Don’t worry, William… It’s your turn next.”

“Mrs Jones!”

Janet stood and moved to the older man to sit on his lap. His impressively sized cock was tenting in the front of his trousers. She looked at it and then touched it before teasing, “That looks too big to sit on… so you will have to do with this.”

She hitched her French maid’s uniform up and turned her back on William’s face, knowing that her black lace panties did little to obscure what was underneath. Then, still carrying her grin, she bent over and pushed her posterior towards the older man before giving it a wiggle.

“That’s all for now, gentlemen.”

The two men complained, stating they had not had a lot of time with her.

“You had your chance to touch me,” Janet said with a lopsided grin, “But you can look at me as I sit over here.” JJ was riding a wave of erotic elixir. She was enjoying teasing these two older lecherous men.

Janet sat down rather unladylike in the armchair opposite, and she pulled her hem up so it showed plenty of stocking tops.

“Anyway, Earnest and William, there is something important I want to ask your opinion on, as between the two of you, you have one hundred and thirty-two years of experience.”

The older men glanced at each other.

Janet giggled, “Well, you do – if you add up your ages, you have one hundred and thirty-two years of experience!"

“Well, if we have all that experience, Mrs Jones, maybe we should both be rewarded?” William coolly questioned, his face unmoved at JJ’s suggestion.

“Typical William,” Janet thought, her eyes dipping down to his tenting cock, her mouth warmly smiling. Without a word, she dropped the top of her French maid’s uniform by removing her arms from each sleeve, letting her two voluptuous breasts bounce into view, their nipples hard and expectant.

“Is that better, William?”

“Are you happy, Earnest?”

“I’m always happy, Janet,” Earnest retorted, smiling.

“Well, gentlemen, I’m thinking of trying for another baby. That means having an operation to have the clips that are currently on my fallopian tubes removed…”

Janet continued, explaining about her visit to the gynaecologist and that the procedure was not too complicated, though they would have to have it done privately, and there was a waiting list. She also explained that, due to their planned house extension, they didn’t have the money currently and that she hated asking, but would it be possible to have a loan against her future domestic salary?

Noticing that his name had not been mentioned, William asked, “So is John on board with this, Mrs Jones?”

“He will come around, William…

“However, I can tell you that he is enjoying this moment, the fact that his wife is out entertaining two English gentlemen.”

William smiled, understanding exactly what Mrs Jones was saying.

“I’m only going to go ahead if John agrees. It will be a joint decision, and one I’m still thinking about.”

“So, Janet, this is not something you're looking to do immediately.”

“No, Earnest… This is probably for next year, as we have the building work to complete first. Anyway, I’m not ready to give up Hugh just yet. But I also cannot leave it too long, as I don’t want to be any more middle-aged than I already am.”

Surprised, Earnest chuckled, “Janet, you are still young – I consider myself middle-aged, and I’m sixty-four!"

“Quite!” William exclaimed and then generously added, “Mrs Jones, we can loan you the money.”

Janet told them how much she would need and then playfully added, “Do I have to show more if you are going to lend me the money?”

JJ’s pussy was suddenly aroused—excited; she loved teasing the two older men.

“That is a lot of money, Janet,” Earnest chipped in with a warm yet knowing grin.

Feeling horny, JJ instructed, “Maybe it is time for you to show me your hard cocks, as we all know that it is only a matter of time before my husband agrees that I can move up to a grade four domestic position.”

“And Mrs Jones, if we do, you will remove your knickers?”

“Of course, William… and being only a grade three domestic, I promise not to touch either of you.”

The two older gentlemen glanced at each other, their mouths curling upwards as they agreed. Then, they surprised Janet by dropping both their trousers and underwear and then stepping out of their clothes. She had thought that they were just going to unzip their flies and let her have a peek.

Earnest remarked, “It’s been a while since we did anything like this.”

It was a comment that hinted at their lecherous past.

However, JJ was hardly listening, as her eyes were focused on the two erect cocks. Earnest’s was a nice size, with well-proportioned testicles hanging underneath. However, William’s dick was huge, and his scrotum seemed even larger, perhaps the size of an orange.

Unashamedly, Janet giggled, “I have to say, gentlemen, you both have nice-sized cocks, especially you, William.”

“Well, Mrs Jones… one has to try one's best, though I believe it is your turn now—"

“It's why Marion fell for him,” Earnest injected, not sounding at all upset, even though he was talking about his late wife.

Janet slipped her thumbs into the sides of her black lace knickers and lifted her backside as she eased them down. Her bald pussy came into view, and then, lewdly, JJ hooked her legs over each arm of the armchair, her eyes taking in the two cocks and opening herself up to show her pinkness.

“Come on, William, how big are you?” Janet questioned, giggling, having never seen a cock so long and so thick!

“Mrs Jones, a gentleman never tells,” he rather mechanically answered, his eyes staring at her open pink pussy.

Janet’s stare switched to Earnest.

“He’s twelve inches and thick, while I’m seven and a half! William could have got a job as a male porn star.”

“That I have no doubt.” JJ giggled in return, her pussy aroused, wet, and open as she continued to show her pinkness. She wondered what it would feel like to have something as big as that deep inside her. Janet then defensively added, “My husband is big too, but not as big as you, William.”

Both John's and Hugh’s were around nine inches; her husband’s cock was thicker of the two. She realised that she was turning into a bit of a size queen as she thought about what it would be like to try out William’s huge dick.

With her eyes closed and that idea reverberating in her head, JJ started moving her fingers as she masturbated in front of the two older gentlemen, knowing that they were already way past what was acceptable for a Grade Three domestic. Janet's visit had turned into a group masturbation session between three friends. Earnest and William, now sitting, stroking their cocks while staring into JJ’s soaked pinkness as she worked herself to a climax.

“I get the feeling you've done this before, Mrs Jones.”

“Yes,” JJ gasped, “And not just for my husband!”

William smiled knowingly, not surprised at Janet’s answer. He understood JJ, and he now knew that they had chosen the right woman to be their domestic, which made him dryly think, “That must be down to their one hundred and thirty-two years of experience!”

“Do you think there will be a time when you will be in grade five domestic and fuck us?” Earnest questioned, his hand gently working his cock as he watched JJ’s intimate show.

“Yesss… Earnest.” Janet’s words were drawn out, her climax rolling in. “I’d like that, but John has to agree!”

She groaned as she thought of William’s huge cock.

“Next time I will need to bring a big toy,” she gasped, almost absentmindedly, temporarily forgetting that Earnest and William were there watching her and wanking.

JJ opened her eyes and saw that both men were now standing, still pumping their cocks furiously. She wanted them to cum over her… it was her thing.

“Come closer, cum on me, cum on my cunt,” Janet groaned, pulling her French maid's uniform off and throwing it behind her.

The two older men needed no further invitation, and they moved forward as JJ spread her legs wider and pulled her inner labia apart; her pinkness and her wetness were once again there for both Earnest and William to see.

It had Janet thinking back to Ethan and the clothes show – how excited John had got when she had told him the story.

“Closer, Earnest, cum in my pussy… John won’t mind – it will excite him!”

“If you're sure, Janet,” Earnest stated, arousal in his voice.

“I’m sure...”

Earnest put the tip of his cock against JJ’s pussy opening, his hand now a blur as he started to cum. 

“Fill me, Earnest,” JJ cried out, pulling him towards her. “That’s it… Fill me," she groaned as she started to cum.

Earnest’s cock’s gland was now pressing into her as his sperm filled her pussy. Janet’s mind briefly went back to college and the rear seat of a 1967 Ford Cortina, when Hugh had done the same, filling her then-unprotected teenage pussy with Freddie, her ex-boyfriend, edging him on.

All rational thought was gone. JJ was briefly living in her past.

With Earnest done, William took his position between JJ’s spread legs, her pussy open, and Earnest’s sperm dribbling freely from it.

With his hand slowly stroking, William looked at Mrs Jones. There were no words, just a mutual understanding as the older man moved closer, his huge cock standing a foot in front of him.

“I’m just going to get cleaned up,” Earnest announced as he walked towards the door. His words caused Janet and William to look his way as he disappeared.

“Tell me when to stop, Mrs Jones; I’m not going to fuck you… This is just to let you know what you are missing.”

William eased the tip of his huge cock into JJ, causing her to take a couple of deep breaths… It was the largest thing that had ever been pushed into her pussy. Then just as she had caught her breath, she felt his cock start to move… deeper. Janet wrapped her legs around William, encouraging him not to stop. She was thankful that Earnest had gone first; that she had his spunk as lubricant.

“Tell me when you want me to stop, Mrs Jones?”

William slowly pressed; his cock’s movement was slow and deliberate as it penetrated Janet.

“Don’t stop… fill me," JJ urgently replied as her fingers rubbed her clit – she knew that she was going to cum again.

She looked down; another inch had disappeared inside her. William was about halfway. Her mind did the maths. “Only six inches—my husband is longer,” she thought. 

“Keep going, William, fill my cunt,” JJ cried out, her mind thinking of the massive black dildo that her husband had bought her as a joke. The girth was about the same, although William's cock was longer. A glance down confirmed that he had about three more inches to go, that he was now in virgin territory.

“You feel so tight, Mrs Jones,” William grunted, another inch disappearing into Janet’s pussy.

"God, William, you’re huge.”

All thoughts of the rules were gone as JJ tried to pull William in, and almost involuntarily, she started to run her pussy up and down his cock. Janet was trying to get him to fuck her and, with it, cheat on her husband.

“I can’t fuck you, Mrs Jones, not without John’s agreement.”

William pulled out, leaving JJ gasping, her cunt gaping and empty.

Then, with his hand once again wrapped around his shaft, he started to rapidly stroke. William needed to cum. Janet was lying there beneath him; her legs still spread wide, her fingers furiously working her clit.

It was with a throaty groan that William plunged his cock into her; he was on his vinegar stroke. The action caused Janet to once again cry out, her legs automatically clamping around William as he came and emptied the contents of his balls deep into Mrs Jones.

In response to William’s huge cock’s invasion, JJ's body convulsed, her legs pulling the older man into her as they both came. Janet realised, for the first time, that she had cheated on John.

However, for Mrs Jones, the biggest surprise was yet to come…

*****

Three-quarters of an hour later, a rather shocked Janet put her red outdoor coat on, preparing to leave. She was struggling to take it all in: her infidelity and what Earnest and William had just told her.

She felt tears well up; she needed to get out of there and get some fresh air.

Think.

“Janet, I know it is a lot to take in. When is John back?”

“Tonight,” she replied. Her throat was suddenly dry, and her voice was little more than a whisper.

JJ turned away, not wanting to show Earnest how upset she was.

“Talk to your husband, Janet. He will realise that we got a little carried away today…

“And remember, I was once like John, with a beautiful wife… He will understand; we have chattered… or rather, I spoke while he listened and took it all in."

Janet looked up, her eyes red. Earnest passed her his unused handkerchief. As she took it, Janet noticed it had a blue embroidered E in the corner. She wiped away her running mascara and then blew her nose before handing it back to Earnest.

“Keep it… It will be something to remember me by.”

Janet smiled weakly and put the hanky into her coat pocket.

“It’s not just the sex, Earnest… It’s everything.”

“I know, Janet… as I mentioned, talk to John as it was explained to you. I think he will understand, as he is a special man."

“I know…”

Earnest smiled. “I have a little something for you; I saw you looking when you arrived here.”

“What?” JJ was curious.

“I’m not a magician like William, so I have kept it here.”

Earnest went to his pocket and pulled out a single white rose, which was in bloom.

“How?” She asked, suddenly feeling a little better.

"You forget, the front garden is on the north side of Rose Cottage. You should have tried the rear garden, south side, you see. More sun, though, if I’m being totally honest with you, the glass cold frame might have also helped.”

Janet weakly smiled as Earnest pinned the rose to her winter coat lapel. “Remember, talk to John; he will understand.”

JJ nodded and collected her "Cash in Hand" money. As she did so, Earnest once again tapped his nose twice with his index finger.

Janet smiled.

Mrs Jones left ‘Rose Cottage’ feeling a tiny bit better than she had a little earlier. However, she knew that it would take a lot more than a white rose to win John over, as there was a lot to discuss and not just her ‘possible’ cheating…

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.