It was Thursday evening and getting late. Jason was already asleep as Janet lay there on her bed, dressed only in her nightie and matching panties, thinking she was suddenly getting a lot of unexpected me time.

Yesterday, Janet left Earnest and William’s manor house carrying the riding costume in a shoulder bag. She had been excited to show it to her husband, John, and had planned to wear the costume and then parade in front of him behind the locked door of their bedroom.

Afterwards, she had hoped to cautiously tell him her darkest secret, what she used to do with her first boyfriend, Freddie Thomas.

Janet realised that she must accept what she had done in the past. Bring it out in the open by telling her husband. It was important. She needed her husband’s trust and his full approval if she was going to continue working at the manor without feeling guilty.

However, as she entered their home, full of good expectations, something unexpected confronted her… It was a note, and it read…

JJ,

There is nothing to worry about; in fact, it could be good news, but I need to return to London to meet with the client I visited yesterday. I am staying overnight and will phone later. I’m catching the midday train, so I’ve got to go.

Love, John xx

The note had taken the wind out of Janet’s sails. Instead of wearing the riding uniform for her husband, she washed it, and it now hung there, airing by the bedroom door.

John had phoned later and confirmed that he would be home on tomorrow's nine-thirty pm train with positive news. He wouldn’t elaborate any further, and instead, Janet found herself telling her rather excited husband about her day. The only thing she had left out was her trip to the bathroom to masturbate.

Lying there, Janet glanced at the clock; it read nine twenty pm. It wouldn’t be long before her husband's train pulled into the station, she thought.

With time to kill and an inspirational look at the jodhpurs, Janet slid her hand into the nightie's knickers and let her mind drift back to her first boyfriend, Freddie Thomas, and the autumn of 1971…

*****

“Freddie, I can’t wear that,” Janet giggled. “It’s too short, especially as we are going on a double date with Hugh and Jenny.”

Her boyfriend had parked his Cortina in the college car park and had unexpectedly surprised Janet not only with his presence but also with a very short black skirt.

Janet knew that he liked to show her off to his friends, but this was going too far.

“Come on, Janet, it'll be fun. I want to show your sexy legs off to Hugh and make him jealous.”

Janet took the skirt from her boyfriend and studied it. Everyone knew Freddie was wealthy. His family owned a large building firm, and he had also inherited money from his grandfather. But he had never before purchased anything for his girlfriend.

The skirt was made from elastic material, and Janet realised that she could stretch it to make it longer than the wide fabric belt that it looked like when she first saw it.

“Where did you buy it?”

"I bought it at the market, and I also purchased this blouse for you."

Janet took the white blouse and looked at him suspiciously. “How did you know my sizes?”

Freddie grinned and put his hands in front of him, then made out that he was groping his girlfriend’s breasts, and stated… ”Well, now we are more intimate…”

This action caused Janet to blush, push his hands down, and look around to see if anyone had witnessed what had just occurred. As far as she could tell, they hadn’t or didn’t care.

Embarrassed and yet also flattered, Janet agreed to wear the items, with one condition: her mother didn’t know.

Freddie smiled and stated, “I am just trying to get you out of those churchgoing clothes.”

Janet wasn’t quite sure if that was the only thing he wanted, but the idea of dressing sexily for her boyfriend gave her a warm, pleasurable tingling in her pussy…

Later that evening, after dropping Hugh and Jenny off, they parked in their usual spot, this time near the light illuminating the old warehouse yard. Freddie's family owned the place, which was waiting for demolition. A bolted, high gate and a solid brick wall encircled them, ensuring complete privacy.

There, they started to make out, cuddling and kissing, Freddie’s hands soon exploring Janet’s willing body. It was what they normally did. However, tonight felt different to Janet. Showing off her legs and the extra skin, almost flashing her knickers, had made her extremely aroused. She had never done anything like this before, and she didn’t understand why showing the extra skin stimulated her so much.

“Did you see how Hugh couldn’t take his eyes off you?” Freddie whispered excitedly, seemingly as turned on as his girlfriend.

“I know,” Janet gasped as her boyfriend’s fingers slid up her bare thigh. She thought he was going to finger her, make her cum. This was what they normally did every time they parked there.

For the past month, they had been intimate, and Janet reached down to the front of Freddie’s trousers, intending to jerk him off. However, she was surprised to find his erect penis already outside of his trousers. Freddie must have released it when they were just snogging.

When she touched it, her boyfriend let out a shallow groan. To Janet’s frustration, his fingers moved away from her pussy while he undid the buttons of her blouse.

“I want to see your boobs, Janet,” he forcefully suggested.

She put her hand on top of his. “Freddie, someone might see.”

"That is the plan," he chuckled, "and I hope that person is me."

Freddie had never seen Janet's boobs or pussy before, as all his fumbling had taken place under her churchgoing clothes. Even tonight, Janet had left her house in a long, loose dress, with her short skirt and white button-up blouse underneath.

After double-checking that there was no one in the yard watching, she removed her hand and let her boyfriend undo the blouse, which she then carefully placed on the rear seat. It was the same seat where Hugh had been sitting only fifteen minutes ago.

“I am going to see your tits, Janet, as I want to be the first man to see them… before Hugh gets to look at them!” 

The comment made Janet gasp, though not so much because her boyfriend was going to see her breasts, but more with the idea that his best friend might see them too.

Janet unhooked her bra and threw it onto the back seat. As they bounced into view, Freddie’s eyes devoured her breasts. His stare sent a naughty, lustful shiver to Janet’s pussy. Her hand moved once again towards his rigid cock, which was already leaking precum.

“I am not ready to have sex with you, Freddy,” Janet gasped, her mind set on waiting for her wedding night.

“I know, and I respect that,” he replied, his hands joining his eyes as they rested on her chest. He gently explored her breasts, Freddie seemingly knowing how to touch all the right places.

“Admit it, you enjoyed showing your legs to Hugh, didn’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

Janet decided not to answer, instead choosing to wrap her hand around her boyfriend’s stiff, uncut cock and start jerking him. She even pushed her chair back to give them more room, while her hand continued to stroke Freddie. She slowly masturbated him, just like he had shown her how to do a month ago.

“Admit it, Janet. I know you enjoyed flashing Hugh.”

“I wasn’t flashing him… He just kept looking.”

“But you did nothing to cover yourself up…”

Janet blushed, knowing that was true.

Her boyfriend just smiled, knowing the truth was now out there.

Then, in one swift movement, Freddie climbed into the passenger seat. His legs slipped between Janet’s now spread thighs.

As he faced her, his erect cock wafting in front of Janet’s face, her eyes widened with sudden worry.

“I am not fucking you!” she exclaimed, concerned with this new position.

Freddie stopped what he was doing, surprised, as his girlfriend never swore.

"As I mentioned earlier, I’m not planning to do that. I respect your decision to wait, but it doesn’t mean we cannot have a little fun."

Janet was seeing a different side of Freddie, more domineering, almost demanding that she show more of her body. Make his best friend jealous.

Despite knowing that it was wrong, she could not help liking that thought and accepted that she would have to pray harder and longer at church.

“So, girlfriend, do you want me to buy a few more revealing clothes?”

Janet hesitated, and Freddie's mouth covered hers as they kissed. As they did so, his hand plunged into Janet’s sodden panties, and his fingers found her most private place. Her hand, now almost subconsciously, was still rhythmically pumping him.

“Yes, Freddie, but you will have to keep them at your place. I cannot have my mum suspecting.” Janet moaned, two of Freddie’s fingers now slowly fucking her. He might have only been two years older than Janet, but Freddie suddenly seemed in control.

“So you do it? Tease, Hugh.”

Janet moaned and came over her boyfriend’s fingers. As she did so, she groaned, "Yes," while her thoughts drifted back to Hugh and him peering at her long legs.

Her answer caused Freddie to groan and his cock to twitch as it went off like a geyser, erupting in her hand and surprising her as his sperm painted her breasts.

That evening was Janet’s introduction to exhibitionism, though of course she didn’t know that was what it was called. What she did grasp was that she very much enjoyed flashing Hugh.

Over the coming weeks, Freddie purchased several more somewhat risqué outfits for his girlfriend.

Despite the odd muted protest, Janet was willing to wear all of the garments, especially when they were double-dating with Hugh and Jenny, although Hugh's girlfriend occasionally gave her a disapproving look.

With Freddie’s full encouragement, Janet made some small changes. These included leaving an extra blouse button undone and, when Jenny was not present, allowing Hugh a glimpse down her top or a flash of her black cotton knickers. The last part was often instigated by Freddie when he would gently pull on Janet’s bare thigh—silently telling Janet to open them—so both she and Hugh got the message.

However, Janet was not the only one enjoying this new, sexually charged game. Freddie was, too. He had become more attentive, loving, and tactile, often showing his affection for his girlfriend in front of Hugh and Jenny. Although at times, Janet found Freddie's affectionate behaviour a bit too embarrassing, prompting her to brush off his attention and push him away.

His behaviour wasn't the only change Janet noticed.

Although Freddie didn’t attend the same college as Janet, she began to notice that her fellow students were behaving slightly differently towards her. They seemed to look at her differently, even though her college clothes had remained unchanged: jeans and a jumper.

The male students now took their time to stare at her before making an effort to talk to her; they were interested, some even going as far as asking her for a date. She found that flattering but always quickly reminded the suitor that she had a boyfriend.

While the females were more subtle, they looked and then talked often behind her back.

However, though Janet noticed the small social changes, she didn’t understand the reason behind them. She remained oblivious that she was now carrying the confidence of a beautiful young woman.

Word had got around, and unknown to her, Janet had become intriguing to the men and a rival to the other good-looking college women.

There was also another thing that Janet was unaware of, and that was that things were just about to change, get a little spicier…

*****

Janet glanced at the bedroom clock. It told her that it was nine forty-five and that her husband would be home anytime soon. She hadn’t cum while masturbating. Instead, she had chosen to ride the pleasurable, dopamine-fuelled waves her fingers were creating.

It was only a few minutes later that John arrived home, having already eaten. He dived into the shower while explaining about his day and how he secured a large contract, and that could only be good for his potential promotion and for continuing to work the extra hours, as they needed the money.

Once he was snuggled up in bed beside her, Janet slightly nervously asked, “Does that mean it's not so important if I carry on working for Earnest and William?” She wanted to fulfil the role, but only on her terms and, most importantly, with her husband’s full blessing.

John turned towards his wife, her blonde locks stretching across the pillow. Yet, he sensed that she was edgy, that his answer was important to her. 

“JJ, do you want to carry on working there?” John asked, pleased that he had turned the question around.

“You know that I do… With Jason now at school, I am beginning to feel mummified.”

“Like the Egyptians?” Her husband chuckled.

“I’m being serious, John… I need your full blessing. If you remember, you never gave me an answer when I asked you on Monday evening…”

“I was preoccupied!” John exclaimed while trying to keep a bit of jollity in their pillow talk.

Janet knew that they had been copulating when she asked the question. However, she also remembered that he had been slightly evasive with his reply; he had not provided her with a response.

“John, it is important. I need your support, trust, and for you to be happy for me.”

“Trust?” John questioned and then glanced at the jodhpurs hanging by the bedroom door. Their presence made him then ask, “What other costumes have they got?”

“Lots, I don’t know how many, but I’m serious, John. I need your full support; however, I need to tell you something… It’s something from my past.”

John looked at his wife and offered, “JJ, I don’t need to know…”

“Just listen, John,” Janet remarked, a little sharply. Then she forcefully added, “I am going to tell you about my first college boyfriend…”

“Thomas?”

“Freddie! Now listen… The truth is not that easy for me to tell you, but you have to know if you're going to give your full approval for me to carry on working at Somertyn Manor.”

With those words, John just lay there naked in bed with his wife as she carefully told him about Freddie Thomas, college, and what they got up to in his 1967 Ford Cortina car… Then she came to the part that she was worried about telling her husband.

“Things changed, John… Please just hear my story and what happened, and then we can talk about it once I have finished—no interrupting and certainly no schoolboy humour.”

“Now you are sounding like my wife.”

“John…”

“Okay, JJ… I will keep quiet and listen to your story…”

*****

With Freddie’s full encouragement, Janet continued to discreetly flash Hugh over the following weeks, though only in moments when Jenny wasn’t around.

Then one Friday, on their normal double date, there was no Jenny. With no notice, she had told Hugh that she wanted to go out dancing with the girls. The development was news to Freddie and Janet, looking at one another, knowing that tonight was a chance to up their game and tease Hugh a little harder.

However, the question was, did they want to? Janet wasn’t sure. He had a girlfriend, and she didn’t want a reputation, but the idea felt wicked, and it aroused her.

She looked at Freddie; it was his decision.

He looked first at Janet, then towards Hugh, and announced, “Let’s go somewhere different and quieter and have something to eat. I’m paying.”

Janet felt her legs go weak, and her pussy dampen as a swarm of wicked thoughts flew through her.

As Janet sat anxiously in her boyfriend’s Cortina, she nervously glanced at Freddie, knowing things were going to be different tonight, as there was no Jenny to keep things in check.

As they drove quietly through the countryside, darkness already descending, Janet smiled to herself as she realised that she was wearing the same short black skirt and white button-up blouse that she had worn the night Freddie had first suggested she show a little more skin to Hugh.

Janet glanced towards her boyfriend, who was now sporting a large grin, one that did nothing to quell the increasing dampness between Janet’s legs. She didn’t understand why, but there was a big part of her that wanted to do this, flash Hugh.

As she reflected, Freddie and his best friend were very different in both appearance and character. Her boyfriend was brash and slightly dominant. Helping in his family's building business had helped him develop some well-defined muscles.

As for Hugh, his hairstyle and his hair colour were quite similar to Freddie's, but that is where the similarities seem to stop. Hugh was taller, thinner, and more on the shy side. However, none of that put Janet off, as she had already admitted to her boyfriend that she liked him. That he was good company, and she didn’t mind teasing him because he was safe and a good friend of Freddie’s.

So, that night, the game was set, and there were different unwritten rules.

With the sun setting, they pulled into a pub called The Bushel, Freddie choosing to park under the darkness of a tree, away from the pub’s entrance. Janet, thinking nothing of it, was more worried about pulling her skirt down, trying to make it look longer.

However, she needn’t have worried, as the place was almost empty, and they secured a spot in the eating area towards the rear of the pub. There, Janet found herself nervously sitting between the two men, a dining room table with a red and white cloth in front of them.

Freddie bought the drinks, and then they made their food orders. Despite Jenny's absence, the conversation flowed, and unusually, so did Janet’s gin and tonics. She normally limited herself to only one and made it last.

However, tonight, she was very conscious of being seated between two men, her boyfriend’s hand resting on her leg, a mark of ownership, she thought. Yet, she knew it wasn’t. It was there more to tease Hugh, to let him know what he was missing.

 It was only when Hugh used the bathroom that the subject of Janet exposing more of her body came up.

“Janet, undo a couple of your blouse buttons. See if Hugh notices.”

“Of course, he will notice,” his girlfriend replied.

“That’s the idea… It will be fun.”

Janet already had two of her blouse buttons undone, and she knew undoing two more would take the blouse’s opening past the point of decency. With slightly shaky fingers, she undid the extra two buttons, her pussy dampening as the tops of her breasts came into view.

She turned towards her boyfriend, pushed her breasts forward, and then mumbled, “Happy.”

Freddie grinned but didn’t answer. Instead, he undid another button and pulled on his girlfriend’s blouse to make it gape open. He then said, “I am now.”

Janet felt exposed as she looked down towards her cleavage. The crowns of her breasts and the good part of the plain bra were visible. However, to her, it looked as if she had forgotten to do up her blouse rather than anything sexy.

As she gulped her drink and felt the rush, she waited for Hugh to return. The throbs between her legs are making her want to thrust her hand between them and bring herself off.

When Hugh returned, his eyes did not leave the sight of Janet’s partially exposed breasts. Janet had never been so turned on in her life, nor so worried in case someone would look her way.

Without waiting for Freddie’s permission, she pulled her blouse back together and did up two of the buttons. It was only then that she was aware of Freddie’s hand lifting her skirt. Pulling it higher, and then a little higher.

It seemed that the game was not over.

She froze, her pussy now on fire and pleading with her that it needed some urgent attention. Janet glanced at Hugh. He, too, was watching Freddie’s fingers, then Janet’s black panties as they came into view.

“Let Hugh have a good look,” Freddie whispered, though his best friend could hear him too.

The skirt hem rose, Janet’s body frozen, her eyes watching, enjoying the thrill of being exposed, showing her black panties to Hugh. With her hormones running free, she was breathing hard, trying not to cum… Her mind told her there was something wicked, primaeval, about having your body slowly exposed to another man.

Freddie then did something no one but he expected. He pulled the top of Janet’s panties down, exposing the upper part of her blonde bush to Hugh.

Janet gasped, and as she brought her black skirt down, she exclaimed, without thinking, “Not here, Freddie!”

Then she glanced at Hugh, her eyes wide, taking in every pixel as she looked at Hugh’s lap. She nearly gasped again on seeing an impressive tent sticking up from his trousers.

“Let’s get out of here,” Freddie suggested. He left Janet and Hugh alone as he went to pay the bill for the food.

When he was gone, Janet looked at Hugh and said, “You're going to think of me as a slut. But whatever you do, don’t tell Jenny what just happened.”

“I won’t,” he quickly replied, an air of urgency in his voice. He then added more calmly, "Anything that happens between us stays with us." With a slight hesitation, he shyly added, “Don’t you mind what Freddie did?”

It was a question that caused Janet to blush and then timidly reply, “Freddie only does it when you are around, Hugh.”

She knew she wasn’t being entirely truthful. Freddie was just more obvious about exposing her when Hugh was around. Janet wasn’t ready to admit to Hugh that she enjoyed it, that she liked the rush of teasing men.

Freddie returned, and they walked to his Cortina. Her boyfriend was extra attentive, especially when they reached the darkness of the tree it was parked under. There he kissed her, hard, long and even lovingly in front of Hugh.

Leaving Janet, he unlocked the car. The kiss had been both a show and a tease to keep Janet aroused. With hardly another word, each caught in their reverie, they drove Hugh home, and then, still hot and horny, they went to their normal parking place in the walled warehouse yard. There they were, surprised at just how much teasing Hugh had aroused them.

Over the coming weeks, with Jenny back, their normal Friday night double dates returned, and the teasing was dialled back. The reality of the situation reminded Janet that Hugh had a girlfriend, and she reminded Freddie of that fact. That she couldn’t go further than she had done, and a quick flash of her cleavage or knickers didn’t bring the same rush.

With Janet remaining adamant that she wasn't going to have sex until their wedding night, Freddie suggested something else that they could bring into their sex lives—mutual masturbation.

Janet was happy to agree to this, as she had frequently masturbated since she was sixteen. However, what surprised her was how much Freddie enjoyed dirty talk while he jerked off. His naughty suggestions were always about his girlfriend exposing more of her body to Hugh or sometimes other men.

They both knew this often explicit, dirty talk played right into both of their psyches.

Their masturbation sessions normally had Janet dressed only in her cotton knickers, her fingers buried within them, and the rest of her clothes neatly piled on the rear seat.

As for Freddie, his hand would be wrapped around his erection while kneeling there between his girlfriend's outstretched legs, jerking his cock. Janet was rubbing and almost purring with pleasure as he told her how much he wanted her to show more of her sexy body to Hugh.

As they built to a masturbatory concerto, Janet promised that she would reveal more skin to his best friend, but only when they were alone. Those words seemed to be music to their ears as they both started to climax together at the thought, with her cumming into her cotton knickers and him squirting his jism all over her chest.

This was their game. Janet wanted to expose her body to Hugh, and Freddie encouraged her, always pushing her to do so, but it seemed that their only constraint was Jenny, his girlfriend.

In the late autumn, nearly six months after they had started dating, Janet decided to let Freddie remove her knickers. In his car, she allowed him to fully explore her blonde, sopping pussy. Though Freddie mentioned that the builders at the building yard referred to it as a 'cunt'.

*****

John groaned, hearing his wife say the C-word, catching Janet by surprise. She was well into her story, her mind in 1971, and it felt like she had been wrenched from another world.

“What is it, John?” She questioned, somewhat annoyed. Although Janet was enjoying reliving the memory, she was feeling embarrassed telling her husband about her past and just wanted to get it over with.

Then move on. 

“It’s nothing, JJ. You don’t have to go on and tell me anymore.”

Janet looked at her husband suspiciously and stated, “This is arousing you.” Her hand moved to his cock. It was forming a tent under the covers and giving the game away.

John felt uncomfortable at being caught. His wife was right. He was not exactly sure why her true story was turning him on. So defensively, he muttered, “I had a college girlfriend, too.”

“I know John, Sarah Robertson,” Janet remarked with a lopsided grin.

“How did you know?” Her husband questioned, surprised. Having never told Janet anything about his past love life, though, true to say, there wasn’t much to tell.

“Let’s just say, I did a little research when we started going out, and I know you kissed her once… But I give you that.”

John gave his wife an uncomfortable look and then corrected her. “It was twice, actually!”

Janet playfully giggled. "Don’t worry; I wasn’t stalking you," she said, then grinned and corrected herself. “Well, maybe a little… The truth is, when we started dating, I could see myself falling for you, but I was nervous. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes as I did with Freddie, the only man I fell in love with before you, John. Or, for that matter, my other boyfriends…”

Although the conversation felt lighter, Janet was aware that she needed to carry on telling her husband about her past before having a serious discussion with him. 

“Other boyfriends, JJ?” her husband muttered, while enjoying the pleasurable feeling of his wife's hand slowly stroking his cock.

“Come on, John,” Janet giggled, taking her hand away from his dick.

She realised that her husband was now intentionally acting a little dense, as she had been on the arm of Trevor Thorn when she was introduced to him.

“Now, can I return to Hugh, Freddie, his Cortina car and 1971? … It is important!”

“If you have to, JJ… As it is important to you,” John uttered, though he desperately wanted to know the rest.

“It is.”

“However, I have one condition..."

Janet looked at her husband suspiciously, waiting for him to say something silly.

"Please carry on stroking me."

On hearing that, Janet couldn't help rolling her eyes while thinking that all men seemed to be the same. She then, once again, wrapped her hand around her husband’s cock and began to move it rhythmically up and down. It was an action that reminded her of what she used to do with Freddie… and later Hugh.

With some relief, Janet returned to 1971 and continued to recount her story…

Author's Note: Look out for the third part of this four-part standalone story.

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.