The French maid’s uniform hung on its hanger by the bedroom door, while Janet, rather robotically, pushed the iron across her school skirt, her thoughts elsewhere.

She regretted not bringing up her past in the afterglow of the wonderful sex she and her husband had enjoyed last night. Instead, she had chosen to snuggle up to John and let the moment effortlessly slip by. Janet knew that she had taken the easy option, not to reveal her big secret. This was an experience she had shared with her first boyfriend, Freddie Thomas.

John had never asked about him. He knew she had previous boyfriends and that she was still a virgin when they went to the altar and married. However, that is where it stopped. He had never enquired beyond that; their pasts remained an unspoken secret.

But it had now become important, Janet knew she had to tell John about Freddie, come clean and tell her husband all. Get his full approval to show a little more skin to Earnest and William. Without that, she had resigned herself to not signing the contract and letting the job go.

However, that was not what she wanted!

Janet put the iron onto its stand, turned it off, and hung her school skirt next to the French maid’s uniform. She then stepped back and looked at the school uniform, her mind recalling 1971 and the last time she had worn it…

*****

“Janet, we won’t need these ties anymore,” Sally remarked as she joined what seemed like a hundred other excited girls swarming over the school gate.

It was the end of the school year, and Janet was taking in the scene. The heavy cast-iron school gate and the large sign fastened to it, which read, St. Clair’s Church School for Girls. It was a strange, melancholy feeling, knowing it would be the last time she passed through it.

“Aren’t you going to hang your tie with the others?” Sally questioned, on seeing Janet’s school tie still around her neck.

“Not today,” Janet replied, still feeling slightly sad, though not trying to show it.

Unlike her best friend, she wanted to keep her school tie as a memento along with the happy memories of her time at the church girls’ school.

“Sally, Sally…” a young male voice cried out. It was Freddie Thomas, a friend of Sally’s older brother, and he was leaning on his pride and joy, a 1967 Ford Cortina Mk2 1600E.

It was the first time that Janet had met him. He was two years older, with his blue eyes, floppy brown hair, and goofy grin. Freddie was ‘absolutely’ gorgeous, and it wasn’t long after that first meeting that he became Janet’s first boyfriend.

Janet smiled at the memory; her reverie broken, and she knew what came later was what she needed to tell her husband. However, she also knew that she wouldn’t be able to tell him today because he wouldn’t return home until late after visiting a client in London.

It was with a sigh that she packed the ironing board away, knowing that tomorrow, after work, she would have to tell her husband about her big secret…

*****

It was Wednesday, and Janet stood there in the manor's changing room, confused.

Having arrived early, she had been perusing the five long double rails of costumes until she stumbled upon two almost identical tunics, one on the grade three clothes rail and the other on the grade four.

She looked at the tunic in her left hand. It was white and short, had yellow trim, and had a matching rope belt. It was labelled as Roman, grade three.

In her right hand was the same tunic, except for the blue trim and belt. However, it was labelled Greek, grade four.

“William, what’s the difference between these two tunics?” Janet curiously asked. “The Roman one is grade three, while the Greek one is grade four. But they are almost identical.”

William turned towards Janet and, in his normal monotone voice, stated, “Mrs Jones, surely you know the Greeks didn’t wear knickers!”

His statement caused Janet to blush. She hadn't known, and she quickly put both uniforms back on their rails while wondering whether William’s statement was true. Then, still a little nervous, she observed what costumes were on the zero rail for her to wear today.

Janet instantly recognised the pair of jodhpurs and the crop, having gone horse riding weekly until she became pregnant with Jason. However, the rest of the uniform looked unconventional.

“Just the one uniform for you today, Janet,” Earnest remarked with a smile.

“After the length of time it took you to put on the Wonder Woman boots, Mrs Jones, we thought you would appreciate just the one uniform today,” William added, unflinching, which caused Janet to blush once again.

Unconcerned by her colour, Janet’s thoughts briefly returned to her first boyfriend, Freddie Thomas, and three months after they started going steady. He had picked Janet up from a riding lesson. She was still hot and sweaty, and yes, horny, but importantly, still dressed in her jodhpurs.

Freddie seemed to be inspired seeing her dressed that way, and it wasn’t even ten minutes later that they were making out in his Ford Cortina. She had never seen her boyfriend so aroused, which, in turn, increased her passion.

That evening was the first time Freddie slipped his hand down the front of her jodhpurs and into her knickers. He fingered her to a much-needed orgasm, and in doing so, became the first male to touch her pussy.

“Janet, have you ever done any horse riding?”

It was Earnest, the mention of her name bringing her attention back into the room.

She felt caught, flustered. Her mind was trying to forget about Freddie, his touch.

“Yes, I can ride.” As the sentence escaped her mouth, Janet instantly regretted the choice of words but struggled on. “But I haven’t done so since Jason was conceived,” her blush deepening as she finished her reply.

It brought a knowing smile from William. “Well, Mrs Jones, you will see this is not your normal riding uniform. I wouldn’t recommend getting on a horse with these black thigh-high boots, as they have a three-inch heel.”

“Have you been practicing walking in high heels, Janet?” Earnest injected.

“I’ve been practicing,” Janet replied, cagily. It was a lie, but she made a mental note to start working on it with the one pair of high heels she owned. Or perhaps she could borrow a pair from Earnest and William, she thought.

“Mrs Jones, I just want to run through this uniform,” and with that, William explained each piece of the costume. For Janet, it felt like he was a salesman trying to sell the most wonderful piece of clothing.

In turn, a white shirt and a same-colour ruffled jabot were presented to her. Janet was then given the option to wear them with or without a bra. Then she was given white gloves, a black fitted jacket, and a single black button securing it. To top it off, there was a riding hat and a crop.

Once sold, Earnest and William headed to the door.

“I’m wearing a bra,” Janet defiantly said, unable to suppress her smile, especially when the two older men pretended to be shocked.

“There is one thing, Mrs Jones. You do need to read the instructions on the label pinned inside the jodhpurs.”

With those words, Earnest and William disappeared through the door, which Janet quickly locked, her pussy already aroused. Her mind was curious as to what William had meant.

It was true that the white jodhpurs reminded her of Freddie and the first time a man had touched her intimately, though they didn’t look at all like the pair she wore for horse riding. Janet took them off the rail marked with a zero and stared at them. Like the Wonder Woman costume, they seemed tiny, but they were stretchy and would fully cover her pelvis.

She couldn’t see what the problem was until she looked at the label pinned to them. It was a large warning sign, with red block capital letters. It read, NOT TO BE WORN WITH UNDERWEAR.

Janet smiled, pleased that she had worn her latest panty and bra set. She had purchased the underwear only yesterday from part of Monday’s earnings.

She stripped and put the fake equestrian apparel on, leaving both her red bra and matching high-cut panties in place, thinking it wouldn’t matter.

However, it soon became clear that the red material of her underwear was like a beacon, drawing your eyes to it, and it was not only that. She had a panty line, the jodhpurs moulding to her body like a second skin. With little choice, Janet removed her knickers but left her bra on, even though you could see it. After all, Earnest and William had mentioned to her that it was her choice as to whether to wear a bra or not.

Surprisingly, Janet quickly put on the leather thigh-high boots, and after a small adjustment of her makeup and a gentle walk around the room, she was ready.

Or so she thought.

It was only then that she realised just how much she was showing. The red bra might have covered her large breasts, but its colour and the fact that it was a push-up design amplified their presence. She would have to make full use of the black jacket to cover them, she thought.

However, that was nothing in comparison to what was going on below. The short walk had caused the jodhpurs to ride up into her lady bits. Her cleft’s profile was now on show for all to see. Janet didn’t know the term, but she was sporting a very noticeable camel toe, and that was not all.

The thin, white, elastic material was so tight to her skin that it showed every contour, including the faint profile of her pubic bush.

“Thank God, I’m blonde,” she muttered, without even realising she had used the Lord’s name in vain.

Janet briefly considered the scissors and the razor in the dressing table drawer, but quickly discounted those, knowing only harlots shaved their pussies. Yet, the thought felt wicked, alive, and highly arousing. However, she thought, there was no way that such an outfit was a grade two uniform.

With a deep breath, Janet adjusted the jodhpurs the best she could, fastened the button on her jacket, stretched the white ruffled jabot to give her the largest material coverage, and opened the dressing room door.

This time, she was not surprised to see Earnest and William standing there waiting for her appearance, her big reveal.

Like on Monday, their eyes slowly scanned her body, stripping away the clothes before finding their final resting place, the cleft between her legs. They smiled in sync, triggering a warm shiver of arousal in Janet’s pussy.

She was beginning to enjoy Earnest and William’s leering looks, she thought.

Their voyeuristic stares were accompanied by grins, which only made Janet’s pussy long to be touched, her mind briefly flicking back to Freddie and his look when he first saw her dressed in jodhpurs—then later, his fingers tentatively exploring her wetness.

“Going out riding somewhere?” William dryly questioned.

Janet turned towards the taller, older man, but didn’t bother answering his question. Instead, she chose to ask one of her own, “Are you sure that this uniform is a grade two?”

Despite her arousal, she was embarrassed that the two men could see the jodhpurs cutting into her vulva and the faint outline of her pubic bush.

Earnest glanced at William before his eyes returned to Janet, or more accurately, her pelvis. His stare was doing nothing to stop Janet’s arousal. Her legs were slightly unsteady, but there was something addictive about being sexually desired—showing off her body to the two older men.

“You're right, Mrs Jones, that is a grade three uniform.”

Janet felt a wave of relief. Her pussy was already soaked as William stepped forward and took the crop and riding hat, then asked her to remove the white gloves.

With those items in his hand, he coolly remarked, “Now the uniform is a grade two. For your first duty, please bring Earnest and me a pot of tea in the lounge.”

Janet had been told. She was going to have to spend the day in this uniform.

As she went around doing the chores that were on the list Earnest had left her, Janet couldn’t help feeling both hot and aroused. The jodhpurs were riding up into her. The boots' heels were high, making her feel tall and, strangely, also feel naughty. However, it was the jacket that was her most pressing problem. Yes, it covered her, but it also trapped the heat.

Then there were her thoughts, most of them naughty, though guilt occasionally slipped into Janet’s head when she thought of her husband and the need to get his approval.

With it getting late, Janet found herself vacuuming in the sunroom. She was feeling hot, the sun occasionally peeping out from behind the clouds and instantly raising the temperature.

“Is everything alright, Mrs Jones?”

It was William; he had crept up on her and was now ogling Janet’s bottom, the skin-tight jodhpurs outlining every detail.

“Just a little hot, William,” she replied, knowing that she would soon need to take off her jacket or move to another room.

She knew William was only there to watch her.

“Why don’t you take your jacket off, Janet?” It was Earnest. He had been listening… and was now obviously hoping that Janet would take up his suggestion.

Janet stopped vacuum cleaning and stood there facing the two older men. Their eyes were almost like puppy dogs, pleading. However, being hot and horny, she could not help but drop her eyes down to the men’s crotches, hoping to see their trousers tenting.

Unsure as to what she was seeing, they didn’t linger there long as a surge of desire swept through her, followed by a flash of a memory, the thrill of a college evening. Then, without hesitation, she popped the jacket's button and took it off. Her red push-up bra came into view, visible through the white semi-transparent shirt. Its colour almost matched the shade of her flushed face.

Janet knew that this was a big moment and that she needed to embrace it. There was nothing subtle here; Earnest and William were watching her strip and show more, and she was willing to do so.

Standing tall, she remarked, “That’s better.”

The statement brought an instant agreement from the two men.

A glance confirmed what Janet had hoped. Both men now had impressive bulges in their trousers. It gave her confidence and a little guilt, but it didn’t stop her mind from becoming awash with dirty thoughts.

“This was like being at college again,” she thought.

A naughty, almost instinctive idea popped into her head.

Janet slowly and very deliberately bent forward and pretended to adjust the vacuum cleaner. She was giving her two voyeurs a view of her imposing cleavage, even if it was partially obscured by the ruffled jabot.

She held the pose for just a second, her thought briefly lingering on Freddie Thomas and what she used to do with him inside his 1967 Ford Cortina.

Then, feeling the need to get out of there, Janet folded the jacket and stated, “I need to leave a little early today. Something is going on at Jason’s school.”

It was a lie. Janet needed some time alone, and she sensed that both of the older men knew that.

Carrying the jacket, she pushed the vacuum cleaner out of the room, Earnest and William watching her every step.

Janet reached her changing room and the bathroom located there. Pulling her jodhpurs down, she sat on the edge of the bath, spread her legs, and plunged two fingers into her sodden cunt… and came—hard!

Then, with a gentle rub, she came again, knowing the habit was dangerously addictive yet hoping that Earnest and William didn’t know what she was currently doing. Her fingers may have relieved the tension she was carrying between her legs, but she knew it would not be long before it built again, as her mind was awash with naughty thoughts.

Relieved, her flushed look was captured in the bathroom mirror. It matched the colour of her push-up bra. She washed her face and between her legs. Then she took the black thigh-high boots and soaked jodhpurs off before changing back into her everyday ‘mummy’ clothes.

Janet collected her cash and told Earnest and William that she would see them again on Friday. As she quickly walked home, she carried inside the now-provided shoulder bag the jodhpurs, the shirt, the white ruffled jabot, and the two thigh-high boots.

Tonight, she wanted to tell John all that happened today, but more importantly, come clean on what happened at college.

She needed to relieve herself of the guilt she had been carrying since she met her husband and, importantly, get his full approval to carry on working for Earnest and William.

Author's Note: Look out for part 2, and I want to thank shropsbloke for the uniform idea.

All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.