Janet had tried not to show it to her husband, John, but she felt frustrated with life, frustrated sexually, and frustrated that her youth was slipping away. For some time, these feelings had been bubbling away in her inner core, their rise to the surface triggered by an event that happened a few weeks ago.

*****

As Janet and her daughter entered the newsagents, she noticed a neatly pinned advertisement among the free ads. The wording was in the same black capital letters as the one she had answered years ago.

It read…

DOMESTIC WANTED.

With an unsteady hand, she unpinned the card… Shocked!

Yet, her body was suddenly feeling alive. That old feeling, one she had not had since she had stopped working at Somertyn Manor five years ago.

Scanning the rest of the text, Janet realised that it was the same as the advertisement she had answered—the original card still nestling in her bedroom cabinet's top drawer, along with her underwear.

“What does it say, Mummy?”

Suddenly flustered, Janet had momentarily forgotten her daughter’s presence. She looked down at Jenna and then lied. “They just misspelt something, that's all, darling… Just think, in a few weeks you'll be starting infant school, and you'll soon be reading just like Mummy does.”

Her daughter smiled at the thought, then saw the plastic toys in the newsagent’s window and pressed her nose against the glass as she tried to get a better look. With Jenna momentarily distracted, Janet took the chance and pocketed the card in her handbag.

That first day, while walking home, Janet decided to keep it a secret from her husband. She was unsure, confused by the strong reaction her body had to seeing the advert. However, she did not throw the card away and instead decided to hide it in her top drawer under the original ‘Domestic’ advertisement.

During the next few weeks, every Thursday, when Janet paid for the newspapers, a new ‘Domestic’ advert would appear. They were always pinned neatly in the same position on the board, with exactly the same words, handwriting… and black pen!

It did not take long for Janet to realise they were calling cards—a chance for her to return to Somertyn Manor and take the offered position as a Grade Three Domestic. With that in mind, she made her decision. It was time to inform John about the ‘Domestic’ advertisements and express her feelings…

But above all, it was time for them to start communicating once again.

*****

For Janet, it felt like so much had changed in her life in the past five years.

Looking back, she had made many “adjustments” after Jenna arrived in mid-September, nineteen eighty. At seven pounds and four ounces, she arrived on time, but for Janet, it had felt like a long and strenuous pregnancy. This was especially true during the summer months, when she became hot and bored after having given up working at the manor.

The whole family was delighted when Jenna was born, Janet having been right to think she had been carrying a baby girl.

That year, not long before Christmas, she visited Earnest and William at Somertyn Manor to show them Jenna. While there, she checked on the ‘Janet’ rose that she helped plant to find that it was doing well, not knowing that it would be some time before she would see it again.

As the years seemed to fly by, with them came the changes. After plenty of discussions with John, Janet chose to be sterilised at the first opportunity because they both felt that their family was complete.

John’s parents also retired, moved closer, and downsized. They were now both living only ten minutes away and, if needed, would look after the children or, in an emergency, collect them from school. While Janet’s mother did the opposite, she sold her cottage and moved to Australia to live nearer to her sister.

However, with John increasingly wrapped up at work and Janet once again a stay-at-home mother, it was perhaps inevitable that the couple would slowly creep back into their previous ways. The slow, downward spiral in their sex lives became noticeable only after Jenna turned one. It coincided with Janet's decision to grow back her pubic hair. She had been told to remove it because of previous complications when giving birth. Her husband had asked her to keep it bald, but she got tired of shaving and let it grow to a natural, full blonde bush.

Maybe that had been the trigger to the start of their lack of communication, as nothing more was mentioned, and John seemed to lose interest. He was missing the games they had been playing in their bedroom. The fun Janet had at the manor while working as a domestic for Earnest and William.

Sex seemed to get pushed down the agenda as the excuses came along: too tired, there is no time, the wearing of uniforms, and the sexy underwear—just ceased. But that was not all. The subscriptions to the adult magazines were cancelled, and any in the house were locked away high up in the garage with the two sex toys Janet possessed.

However, John was guilty too when he did not find time and energy for sex. His job had become all-consuming. The company where he was a manager manufactured bespoke office furniture, and the rise of cheaper, more standardised imports was taking its toll. It often meant longer hours, which ate into the time he had to spend with Janet and their children.

Although, or perhaps because of, the strong love they had for each other, he sensed that Janet was not happy and that he needed to do something about it.

*****

It was early Sunday morning, and Janet stood there, looking out of the window at the cloudless sky. She turned towards her husband and asked, “Will you look after the children this morning, as I am thinking about going to church?”

It was a question that caught John by surprise. His wife hadn’t been to church for nearly six years, not since she started working at Somertyn Manor. Being an atheist, he didn’t really want Janet to start regularly attending again.

However, he sensed the matter was important to his wife, although he couldn't help asking why she needed to go to church after so many years.

“John, I just need some time away from the house to think about something.”

“Is this something I should know about?” He asked, now a little worried.

“Probably, John… But just not now… later.”

Janet’s eyes inadvertently darted towards the children, both of whom were watching television. Then back to John, who smiled, realising that whatever Janet wanted to say to him was for adults' ears only.

For some reason, that settled him and gave him an idea. “Okay, I'll look after the kids, but only if you dress for church.”

“No problem,” Janet replied, with a warm smile. She had planned to do that anyway.

She was just about to kiss her husband when he added, “In the same way you dressed for church the last time you attended.”

Janet hesitated and thought back, and her eyes then opened wide as she remembered. She had worn her best church dress, but underneath, a skimpy pair of knickers, stockings, and suspenders.

“JJ, before you leave, I will act like Earnest and William and inspect,” John whispered, smiling.

Taken by surprise, Janet agreed and went upstairs to their bedroom, still thinking. Without meaning to, her husband had touched on the very subject she needed to discuss with him, the three new ‘Domestic’ adverts now residing under the original one in her top drawer.

She needed to get ready, so she quickly stripped off her comfortable clothes. Then she rustled in her top drawer, past her bikini knickers, which she had gone back to wearing, and found a skimpy black thong, matching stockings, and a suspender set. Finally, Janet found a suitable bra, making the mental note that she needed to sort out her underwear drawer.

A few minutes later, Janet stood in front of the full-length mirror, pleased with her reflection, except for her blonde hair peeking out from around her skimpy knickers.

“Perhaps John was right about that!” She thought.

It hadn’t been straightforward to regain her pre-pregnancy body shape. It had taken three years of religiously using the small gym that they had built into their garage every day. But Janet was pleased with the results.

Slipping on a long green dress and some flat leather shoes, Janet was ready to walk to church with the same cardinal knowledge that she carried nearly six years ago.

She wasn’t surprised to see John waiting by the front door, his hand checking for suspenders.

“Happy?” Janet questioned before carefully adding, “I’m getting a bit old to wear them.”

John chuckled. “Nonsense, JJ… You're only twenty-nine, and you’re in your prime.”

And she was.

Her husband opened the door for her and then gently smacked her bottom as she walked past, and then teased, “But you are right… You will be way past it when you hit thirty!”

Janet knowingly looked back, her long blonde hair catching the breeze, enhancing her inherent beauty. She shouted, “I won’t forget that!”

She was laughing, but inside she knew that was part of the reason why she needed to go to church today. She felt tied to being a mother and wife, and her youthful, playful years were slipping away.

The walk to church was fairly uneventful, except for the growing thrill she felt of wearing something naughty underneath her church dress. It was a feeling that she had missed.

The service was largely uninspiring, the sermon a little dull. Although she felt the young Reverend who delivered it was quite dishy for a man of the cloth, especially since his eyes kept glancing at her.

After saying hello to a few older ladies that she knew, Janet held herself back in a similar way to the last time she had attended Sunday church service. However, today was different. Janet was not looking for a message from above. She had already decided that this would be the last Sunday that she was going to church.

Janet planned to tell her husband about the ‘Domestic’ advertisements tonight, rather than just destroy them. Although beyond that, she was still not sure.

Janet hung back and put a five-pound note in the collection box before thanking the Reverend. Then, smiling and with an extra swagger in every step, she walked away. While making sure her long dress was pulled tight at the rear, her bare bottom cheeks pressed hard against the green material.

With every step, her pussy moistened, knowing, almost feeling, where the Reverend’s eyes were staring. She stopped, turned, and confirmed her assumption – JJ had still got it!

When Janet returned home from church, John noticed that she seemed to have more of a spring in her step – that perhaps what she was concerned about had gone – but he still planned to mention it that evening, after the children had gone to bed.

When he did, it came as a bit of a surprise to him when his wife pulled out the three new duplicate ‘Domestic’ advert cards and explained about how they had become the trigger to re-evaluate her life. She suspected, maybe knew, that the cards were placed there to call her back to work at Somertyn Manor as a Grade Three Domestic.

Though John tried not to show it, he was relieved when Janet explained she wasn’t planning to start regularly attending church again. The visit was a one-off and had given her time to think, and it had come with the bonus that the young Reverend liked what she was wearing.

It was the last part that John picked up on.

However, while holding the advertisement cards, John first reassured Janet that they didn’t need to respond to them. That it was quite literally in their hands as to what they did – it was as simple as making a decision. All they needed to do was phone Earnest and William and inform them.

With some gentle prodding from her husband, Janet explained that as she was fast approaching thirty, she was starting to feel that her life chances were slipping away. She knew it was silly, as she was happily married and had two lovely children. However, there was a big part of her that often wondered if she still could attract men. Would they still be interested in her sexually or just see her as a middle-aged woman with two children?

John was surprised by JJ’s insecurities, being thirty-two and thinking nothing of it. He even sometimes joked about Janet’s big birthday… and she played along with it. However, he now realised that the ‘Domestic’ advertisement cards had once again stirred something sexual within Janet.

With all the love he could give, John comforted his wife, telling her that many young men would be interested in her sexually, and he then used their relatively new next-door neighbour as an example, which made JJ giggle and lighten the mood.

Last spring, Richard, a good-looking, single guy in his mid-twenties, had moved in next door. He was fit, a swimmer, and worked mainly from home as an architect. He knew that JJ was married and had two young children. It had become obvious that he was attracted to her, seemingly ‘accidentally’ catching Janet in her gym clothes as she exited the garage after she had been working out.  

“He’s a player, John… So he doesn’t count,” had been his wife’s exact words, giggling.

They both knew that was true, although until then, they had never opened up about it and talked.

That night, JJ confessed that she missed the days working at Somertyn Manor and the thrill that came with showing off her body… However, she went further and admitted that she also missed the days when men ogled her, as well as the excitement of the chase when guys tried to chat her up and get into her knickers.

She admitted that she now regretted not having experimented sexually a little more during college. That she had not had sex with anyone else apart from her husband and had only played around with her then boyfriend, Freddie, and his best friend, Hugh.

She sometimes wondered if she had missed out.

Janet also disclosed that she wouldn’t mind working again at Somertyn Manor, but only as a Grade Two ‘Domestic’. Although she had thought about it, she did not feel she was ready to move up to Grade Three. It felt like she was stepping over an invisible line. Moving from light flirting and mild exhibitionism to being more like acting like a whore.

The Joneses were both well aware that a Grade Three ‘Domestic’ role came with a large pay rise over a Grade Two, but also occasional full nudity and mild touching by Earnest and William.

“Things feel different now,” Janet had stated, before concluding by saying that she would turn it down unless she could remain at her old grade.

“I doubt that’s an option,” John had replied as he cuddled into his wife before he offered his confession. It was something that he thought Janet already knew, but they had never discussed it.

He told Janet that he had enjoyed her working at the manor just as much as she did, and the Mad Hatter’s tea party had been one of the best days of his life. However, that had also made him realise he now regretted not seeing her at work and looking around the changing room where all the uniforms were stored.

“There is also something else, JJ. Whenever I have had the chance, I watch you flirt with Richard next door.”

“I don’t flirt with him!”

“Yes, you do, and you know it! But the important part is that I enjoyed watching you tease him. I don’t understand why, but I get a thrill from seeing other men lust over you – it makes me proud that you are my hot, sexy wife…”

“Maybe I should take him up on his offer of a coffee then,” Janet responded, slightly annoyed.

John cuddled into his wife, inwardly smiling. He wasn’t worried about Richard, as he suspected that he had no long-term interest in his wife. He kissed Janet on the side of her head and softly whispered, “I wouldn’t stop you, JJ, but only if that is what you wanted to do – I never stopped you from having male friends, or for that matter, when you went to work at Somertyn Manor.”

“Is that what you want, John?” Janet questioned.

She turned to face her husband, the heat now building between her legs, as this conversation was turning her on. Janet had wanted to take Richard up on his offer but stopped herself—unsure of where it might eventually lead and, importantly, worried if her husband would mind.

“JJ, I want you to be happy, and I want us to be happy as a family.” John placed his hand on his wife’s chest and said, “This is what I am only interested in.”

“You will always have my heart, John.”

He chuckled, “I know, JJ, but I was talking about your breasts!”

It was a comment that had the couple quietly giggling together before John rolled between Janet’s spread legs and then went about reminding her of why she married him and not some Richard of this world.

Their mutual confessions had got them hot and sticky. As they fucked each other like they had not done for years, the ‘Domestic’ advertisement cards, Earnest and William and Somertyn Manor, were all but forgotten.

It wasn’t until Monday morning, as John headed out the door for what he knew was going to be a hectic week at work, that he suggested a plan.

“Let’s see if another advertisement card turns up on Thursday, and if it does, we will check if my parents can have the children Friday night, and I will arrange for us to go out on a special date on Friday.”

It was only as John’s car pulled away that JJ thought, “What did he mean by – a special date?”

*****

With a story that leaned slightly more on fiction than truth, John had got his parents to agree at short notice to look after both children for the Friday night. Although when JJ asked what story he had spun to his parents, John decided to tease her. Insisting that he had told them that he was taking Janet out, "Because she needs to be wined, dined, and fucked."

With a glass of dry white wine in her hand, a naked JJ giggled upon hearing her husband’s words. Although she blushed when John insisted that, while he hadn’t used those exact words, his suggestion was still quite similar.

“I am not sure what I'm going to say to them next time I see them!” Janet exclaimed, her face red.

John chuckled and then confessed that he was still teasing her.

That earned him a not-so-playful nudge from Janet, who then took a sip of wine before giggling in relief.

She was looking forward to tonight, although John had so far refused to tell her where they were going, except that it would include a meal and a nice surprise.

Completely naked and carrying her wine glass, JJ walked towards the bathroom. There she had a relaxing, warm bath waiting for her. They had some time, and she planned a long soak with her dry white wine.  

As she got to the door, John reminded her, “Don’t forget to shave – all of it!”

“I know…” She replied and then mumbled to herself, “How could I…” Her husband had been constantly reminding her since she had agreed to remove all her pubic hair earlier in the week.

“And please keep in mind my to-be-avoided list,” Janet stressed as she closed the bathroom door.

“How could I…” John mumbled to himself. She had been reminding him every ten minutes.  

For the first time, he had insisted that he choose the clothes his wife was wearing for their special date. Reluctantly, Janet had agreed, but then instantly gave him a to-be-avoided list, which included clothing made of thick material, anything too short, and stockings, since the evening was going to be a hot one.

That last part, he hoped, would be true. He had everything planned out in his mind.

Obeying the rules of the list, John laid out what he wanted his wife to wear that evening for their special date. He then smiled to himself as he placed a paper bag next to the clothes. Finished, he stood back, pleased at what he had chosen.

Coming out of the bathroom, Janet asked, “How long have we got?”

Her make-up and hair were done, an empty wine glass in her hand.

“We have about half an hour, as we need to do a little driving,” John replied, feeling aroused by his gaze at JJ’s completely bald pussy. It was a fetish, one that he didn't realise he had until he shaved Janet in preparation for Jenna’s birth.

With his cock tenting in his trousers, he ran his fingers over his wife’s bald mons pubis and instinctively said, “Nice.”

It was an action that had Janet giggling and topping her wine glass up before asking, “Come on, John, now that I have done this, you could at least enlighten me as to where we are going?”

“I will tell you in the car, JJ, but I want to know how it feels now that you've fully shaved.” 

Janet took a moment as she stared at a place she knew so well. She knew she was lucky; her pussy was just a neat slit; her labia didn’t protrude at all, unlike some of the models she had seen in the adult magazines they used to read and that she now missed.  

She then said, “I kind of like it; my pussy looks naughty, but it feels odd currently, cold.”

“Well, you mentioned that you wanted to stay cool on a hot evening. It was in your to-be-avoided list.”

Janet laughed, “Funny.” Then, with one final glance in the mirror, she muttered, “I have no idea what my gynaecologist is going to say.”

“She has already seen you like that—“

“I know… but it’s been nearly five years – I guess I will get used to it.”

Putting her wine glass down and expecting the worst, Janet wandered over to her side of the bed and looked at the long cotton dress neatly folded there.

“This is new; I’m impressed,” she said while looking at the green material with white flowers on it. She noticed the series of white buttons down the front. “I am surprised you even know my sizes.” 

“Of course I do!” Then, with a glint in his eye, he added, “Doesn’t every husband know their wife’s clothing sizes?” Although he was thinking it was because he had gone to her wardrobe and read the labels.

Janet didn’t bother to answer, as something else had caught her eye. It was a black lace G-string. “What are these… Couldn’t you find a smaller pair?”

John guiltily smiled. “I tried… but I thought you would like them, as it’s hot.”

Janet rolled her eyes but also smiled. “And I guess there's no bra, because I might get hot.”

“Now you're learning,” John quickly retorted.

“I'm wearing a bra, John… And what’s this?”

Janet opened up a paper bag. Inside, there were three jewellery containers and a cardboard box labelled "Lady Shave."  

It made Janet giggle. “You really do want me to stay hairless—“

“And cool,” John injected, earning him a playful nudge.

Turning to the three jewellery boxes, Janet opened the largest one and took out a long gold necklace with her initials, JJ, hanging from it. The two J’s overlapped and had a line of diamonds running down the centre of each letter.

“Real gold, fake diamonds,” John lovingly stated as his wife looked at it.

“It's lovely, but you shouldn’t have.”

“Well, I still have the receipt if you want me to take it back.”

Janet playfully nudged him again. They both knew it was the first time that John had bought his wife's jewellery since her wedding ring, although he was planning to purchase an eternity ring for her thirtieth birthday, which was only a few months away.

John fastened the necklace around Janet's neck. She turned her attention to the next jewellery box, which turned out to be a matching gold bracelet that she was equally delighted with, and it soon went around her wrist. This meant that only the third jewellery box remained.

When JJ opened that one, she giggled, “I might have guessed.”

In her hand was an anklet, the gold chain having the letters HW hanging from it, and although smaller in size, they matched the design of the necklace’s JJ.

Janet knew exactly what it was, having read erotic stories where the wife wore a similar chain around their right ankle. It was there to send a signal to men that she was available, although in real life, she had never seen any woman wearing one.

Glancing at her husband, she questioned, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“No, JJ… I thought it might be a little bit of fun, you know; we could role-play, like in those stories—"

Janet cut him off. “John, I hope you're not talking about one of those stories where the husband ends up with some blonde bimbo half his age.”

“You know that’s not my thing, Janet!”

“Just remember that! – You are mine… and only mine!”

“I know!”

“And, if I ever agree to wear this for a bit of role-playing, it will only be me doing the playing!” 

“I know, JJ… I also know you can’t wear it around here, where people might know you.”

“Too right, I can’t.”

“And there is one more thing…” John couldn’t help himself. “A blonde bimbo sixteen-year-old would be far too young for me…”

John was laughing so much that he didn’t see the pillow that hit him squarely in the face.

“Do you want me to go out with you on this special date? I am sure Richard would take me out instead!”

John shut up and let his wife get ready. Keeping quiet, he watched JJ put on a black lace bra and then the rest of the clothes he had laid out, and when she was finished, Janet seemed pleased with the way she looked.

It was only then that his wife asked, “How long are you going to be driving?”

He confirmed, ‘thirty minutes, ’ and with that, JJ fastened the gold hotwife anklet around her right ankle. As she did so, she felt her pussy moisten, while, unknown to her, John felt his cock harden.

“JJ, you look gorgeous,” John lovingly whispered, which brought a broad smile from Janet, and then he added. “I love your choice of dress too.” However, that observation only brought a playful nudge from his wife.

The young couple, or middle-aged as Janet would put it, were out on their special date, and tonight, maybe, they would experiment a little with role-playing.

With the evening as warm as the weather forecast had suggested, John drove out of their village, as John still thought of it, having been born there. However, it was now officially a town having expanded tenfold, much of it on land Earnest and William had sold.

The first part of their journey was made in silence. JJ seemed happy just to watch the summer landscape slip by. It was only as John turned onto the road that led to where Janet's mother used to live and the college they both attended, albeit in different years, that she came alive.

“John, you're not taking me back to college?”

“Sort of,” he replied, with a nervous chuckle. John had been putting off what he was about to say to his wife, as he wasn’t sure how she would react.

That answer wasn’t what Janet had expected, and she suddenly thought of an invitation they had received some months ago.

“I’m not going to the college reunion dressed like this!” Janet started to fiddle with the hot wife anklet, although the seatbelt was restricting her, stopping her from getting it undone.

“Stop messing with your anklet, JJ… It’s not the college reunion, and anyway, that was last weekend. Just let me explain.”

She stopped and then relaxed.

John’s hand came across and rested on his wife’s leg, and then he started trying to undo the lowest fastened button.

His wife’s hand stopped him, and she giggled, “Go on then, tell me about where we are heading, and if I like what you have to say, I might let you undo another button. There were nine of them. To maintain a sense of respectability, she had left only the bottom two buttons unfastened when they left home.

She wasn’t daft. When Janet had first seen the dress and the nine white buttons that ran all the way down the front, she instantly knew why her husband had chosen it, and it wasn’t to stay cool!

With a little apprehension, John explained that tonight’s arrangements had happened slightly by chance and had been inspired by Janet’s confession on Sunday night that she regretted not sexually experimenting enough at college.

John recounted how he began preparing for tonight's events on Monday.

“Even the hotwife anklet?”

“Yes, even that, JJ. Didn’t you get a small carnal thrill when you put it on? I know I did.”

Janet just knowingly smiled and didn’t answer. Every time she thought of the hotwife anklet around her right ankle, it gave her pussy a pleasurable tingle… However, she was not quite ready to admit to that!

John went on and explained that when he was in London on Tuesday, with a little help from a client’s wife, he got pointed in the right direction as to where to shop. There, he purchased the jewellery, the dress, and the ‘lady shave’, and he found it easier than he had expected. However, the challenging part came when it came to booking where they were going to eat tonight.

As he talked, John was pleased that JJ had not mentioned anything adverse; maybe the two glasses of wine helped. She seemed to relax even more once they passed the turning that would have taken them to the college. However, John needed to say something that he hadn’t planned for. It was something that could wreck the rest of the evening – his plans.

And despite being married for just over eleven years, he didn’t know how his wife would react.

“Janet, in anticipation of you wearing the hotwife anklet and accepting our new role-playing game, I thought it would be a good idea to visit a place where you had your first sexual experiences.”

Janet giggled, “You are a bit late, John, as my mother sold her cottage.”

“I'm not talking about your masturbatory habits, JJ, and you know it! – I am talking about the old warehouse yard, where you, Freddie and Hugh used to make out.”

“Well, you're a bit late there, John; that place got flattened…” Janet hesitated. Then, slightly surprisingly, she enquired, “Do you know where it was? I often wondered what got built there…”

John smiled, “I might do… Although I have no idea what was constructed.”

He went on and explained that Mark, an old college friend whom Janet also knew, used to live near the old warehouse, and he was able to give the address, which he later found on a map.

“However, Janet, the bigger issue turned out to be the country pub, which I phoned and booked our meal at. It’s the Bushel, your old stomping ground.”

“Well, I guess it would be nice to see the place again. Although it was a little run-down," Janet cautiously stated. "Anyway, I'm not sure I would call it my old stomping ground. I went there a few times when I was with Freddie and with Hugh and Jenny, before they broke up. You know the story.”

He did know the story, and that was why they were going there tonight. For him and them, this felt like the start of a new journey: meeting, courting, marriage, family, and now role-playing—the hotwife game.

For John, it felt only right to go to the Bushel Pub tonight, touching JJ's past before they begin their new journey, but it was something that Janet had unwittingly said that had complicated tonight’s plans.

John knew that it was time to share one more piece of information. He didn't know whether his wife would like it, be worried about it, or simply want to go home—game over!

To be continued…

Author's Note: 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.