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!
“What do you mean, Hugh is going to pop over?” Janet asked, alarmed… She then added a little sharply, “Explain!”
“Okay,” John replied, his hands coming up defensively. “When I mentioned to Mark about the Bushel Pub, he told me that a couple of years ago, when he last went there, it was a bit of a dive and needed a lot of work done on it…
“I didn’t want to go somewhere that was run down, served bad food and had the wrong type of atmosphere. We had private things to talk about, and importantly, I wanted us to have a little fun.
“Having never been there and not knowing what it was like, I told Mark that I might cancel our reservation then. He just picked up the phone, telling me he knew someone who lived opposite the Bushel and should be able to help.”
“Hugh,” Janet stated.
“Yes, Hugh, but you can’t blame Mark. He doesn’t know you have been intimate with him. You can imagine my shock when the phone was passed to me and I realised who was on the other end. My mind went blank for a second, and I started mumbling like a three-year-old.”
Janet giggled.
That was a good sign that the evening was not over, John thought.
“Hugh told me the pub was fully renovated last year, and it would be an excellent place to take you. Then we got to chat a bit, about our college days– “
Janet interrupted. “What do you mean, our college days? You hardly know Hugh.”
“We know each other by sight, JJ… You know that. We have mutual friends, like Mark. However, you are right; before that phone call, I might have exchanged a couple of dozen words with him. It was no more than that!
“We just got chatting, the normal stuff… It just culminated in him saying that he will pop across and say hello to both of us.”
“He did, did he?” Janet questioned sceptically.
“I couldn’t just say he wasn’t welcome… I have no grudges against Hugh; from what I know about him, I like him.
“You do?”
“Yes, I do,” John stressed.
“And, I don’t hold grudges…” Janet retorted, emphasising, "I don't."
At that moment, they pulled up at the address Mark had given John. It was where the derelict warehouse used to be. Now, a long, rather austere three-storey building stood in its place.
There was a slightly awkward atmosphere in the car, but John couldn’t help laughing when he read the large sign placed next to the entrance. It said, "Joyful Journeys Retirement Home."
Janet turned towards her husband, not quite as easily amused, and even knowing that John would not be able to stop himself, said, “Don’t say a word!”
“Me… as if I would!”
Then her husband spouted off a series of “jokes,” each one earning an ever increasingly hard nudge. It began with “At least they remembered you,” to “JJ’s Retirement Home,” to “Janet’s Jolly’s,” to “Did you have many joyful journeys here?”
Rubbing his arm and slowly learning, John then said, slightly more seriously, "Pity you are not accepting Earnest and William’s job offer, as you could have practised here, as there are plenty of elderly gentlemen!"
That had John laughing infectiously, and even Janet joined in, although afterwards she still nudged him and told him to “Grow up!” But JJ then said something more poignant. She then told John that Earnest and William were not old and that she hadn’t made up her mind yet about the Grade Three Domestic position.
“Aren’t we going to discuss that tonight when we eat at the Bushel pub?”
John realised that was a change from her last statement on the 'Domestic' position and shut up.
As they pulled up, John's first impressions of the Bushel Pub were favourable. It seemed lively, the car park quite full. Then he noticed Janet was looking the other way, at a tree.
“It's still there,” she abstractedly said, before adding, “The tree. Could you park under it?”
“Why? It’s the other end of the car park, and bits will fall from it and get my car dirty.”
“Because it is where I had my first kiss with Hugh; we were in the backseat of Freddie’s Cortina.”
Janet couldn’t help giggling at her husband's quick response as he turned into the suggested parking space.
With the car parked under the tree, John asked, “Are you thinking about Hugh now?” He wasn’t sure.
“Yes, I guess so, but Freddie too. Although, thank god, you didn’t invite him, we didn’t break up on the best of terms…
“But it's more than that, John… It is not just the memories; it is also the present. We are not two hormone-filled teenagers playing around… We are two adults, a married couple who have two children. Who are just about to discuss the possibility of opening up our marriage, just so that the wife can experience sex with other men and what they have to offer.”
“JJ, I didn't realise you were thinking so much about this, but perhaps I can put your mind at rest. First, I didn’t invite Hugh here tonight. He invited himself because he wanted to see us again.
“Second, I am not ready to fully share you. I admit that I want to show you off, let you flirt, and even play a little. However, I'm not ready for full-on fucking. I need time for that. Which we have, as that only comes with a Grade Five domestic… So, let’s put it this way: if we do anything, let’s start at the shallow end.”
“And lastly—”
“You have more?” Janet questioned, surprised.
“Yes, I have been thinking about it too. Why restrict this idea to only fifty per cent of the population? There are plenty of women out there, too.”
That last point earned John a playful nudge before they both laughed, and Janet reminded her husband that she was not bisexual… and then teased, “At least not yet!”
John leaned across and lovingly kissed his JJ, knowing that there was still a lot to be discussed. He just wanted his wife to be happy and sexually fulfilled. Then, after they broke apart, he fiddled with his wife’s dress button.
Janet stopped him and questioned, “What are you doing?”
John chuckled, “You said I could undo another button…”
“Yes, but NOT the one above my pussy!” She giggled and then unfastened the dress's lowest button, which made three buttons undone.
As they walked, they held hands like any other married couple. Janet was thinking about the first time she went there, her skirt being too short and having to keep pulling it down. Now, twelve years later, she had a long, respectable dress, with only three buttons undone – yet she silently craved to undo another button… or maybe two.
Then there was her beacon around her right ankle, her hotwife anklet, its presence burning into Janet’s mind, little pulses of pleasure that warmed JJ’s pussy. She knew there was a small chance that the encrypted signal it was sending out would be recognised and decoded, that there was a possibility, for one night only, that she was available – that tonight this was their game.
They were shown to their table, John seeing the red barrel on the bar and then ordering a pint of Watney’s Red, Janet sticking to her dry white wine.
The meal was delicious, the conversation light and bubbly, and JJ’s wine went down easily, while John rigidly stuck to his one pint. They did discuss the ‘Domestic’ position and agreed on six points, which John wrote down on a serviette.
These were…
1) Janet needed to know what Somertyn Manor was like now and who, other than Earnest and William, would be there. She reasoned that there must have been some changes since she worked there as a Grade Two Domestic, now over five years ago.
John agreed with her.
2) In writing, what exactly is a Grade Three Domestic meant to offer and do? She didn’t want any grey areas, and she certainly had her limits. And not just ones that her husband had set, but limits of her own, which she accepted might change with time in either direction. She needed some “control.”
Again, John agreed with his wife.
3) John has to agree with everything his wife does at Somertyn. If he doesn’t like something, it stops.
“That will be a first!” John had mumbled to himself as he wrote that one down.
That brought a giggle from a rather happy Janet, her pussy, wet and alive as she realised that she might be going back to work at the manor.
4) If word gets out as to what Janet was doing at the manor, it stops. Period.
5) Janet is allowed to bring home for the night any uniform she wears that day.
This happened when she worked as a Grade Two ‘Domestic’, and now they were just making it official.
6) With notice, John is allowed to visit Somertyn Manor and watch his wife work. See the changing room, and visit the courtyard garden. It was a rule that John insisted on. As after the Mad Hatter's tea party, he had felt that he had missed out the first time around.
Janet wasn’t so sure that Earnest and William would accept that one, but John was insistent and reminded his wife that it wouldn’t happen very frequently, as he was always working, which was true.
“What time is Hugh going to arrive again?”
“He told me nine-thirty, as it would give us plenty of time to finish our meal. He also said that the restaurant will be pretty much empty by then, with most of its clientele already gone home. He is going to meet us in the Saloon Bar at the front.”
“Half an hour then,” Janet stated before asking, “Is it me, or is it hot in here?”
“It’s warm.” Janet had already undone the two top buttons of her dress. The top half of her JJ necklace, which she had been wearing over the dress, was now partly visible, while the rest was still hidden behind the veil of her outfit, nestled just at the top of her cleavage.
John chuckled, “Well, I did tell you not to wear a bra.”
“Very funny, dear… Why don’t you buy me another wine and then settle up? While I use the ladies', and then I will meet you in the Saloon Bar.”
Her husband did just that, and Janet rejoined him in the cosy corner booth. As she did so, John glanced down his wife’s top and was slightly disappointed to find that she was still wearing a bra.
“You’re not very subtle, but I knew you would check,” she giggled.
“I thought you were meant to be a hotwife?”
“I am, and slightly sweaty… John, I am actually nervous about meeting Hugh, and I am not sure why.”
“Because he was your boyfriend—“
Janet playfully nudged her husband.
“As you know, Hugh was never my boyfriend,” she tittered. Then, slightly more seriously, Janet asked, “Why do you wish that he were?”
John did not answer his wife’s playful question. Instead, he just smiled and took a sip of his warm beer.
Janet continued, still being thoughtful… “I just want you, us, and our family to be safe, well, and happy. I also feel that now we are expressing ourselves. Talking about private matters, you know, sex, emotions, just like we used to do before I had to stop working at Somertyn Manor.”
Being slightly more serious, Janet whispered, “Maybe this is the wine talking, but I admit that there is part of me that likes the idea of being a hotwife. But we would have to deal with the emotion that comes with it… We need to appreciate that it wouldn’t just be a fun sex-filled ride, and I certainly would not be interested in any men who are married or were in a relationship.
“Let’s make that our first rule,” Janet suggested.
“Second rule, JJ… The first rule needs to be that we need to be open and honest with each other and that you need to tell me everything.”
“Of course, I will,” his wife replied, a little surprised that he would think that she wouldn’t.
Her husband moved closer, his cock becoming aroused. “JJ, go on.”
“John, it's only a small part, but I know it's there, and it sometimes whispers to me, ‘What if I were still single?
“My dreamy replies vary according to my mood, but occasionally they whisper back; they tell me that I would be a slut.
“I never argue with my subconscious, those dreamy replies. However, dreams are not reality. I need the love of my family… That, if you give me a free pass to do this, you will never consider that I am cheating on you.”
Janet paused and gently moved her hand, just brushing her husband’s hard cock.
She giggled. “This is turning you on, isn’t it?”
John moved his mouth close to Janet’s ear and whispered, “It’s not every day that you hear your wife admit to wanting to be a slut!” and then kissed her cheek.
“I didn’t quite say that!” Janet coughed. But she didn’t nudge her husband. She was hot and now horny, knowing that the hotwife anklet nestled around her right ankle. It had been warming her pussy all evening, and it was its presence, with the help of the wine, which influenced her next question… “You mentioned that Hugh had two children; did he mention anything about his wife?”
John knowingly smiled and thought back, and then lovingly stated, “He didn’t, but let him tell his story… And remember, JJ, there is no fucking!”
JJ teased, “And there I was thinking that with no children in the house, we could have sex in every room… But it seems you don’t want to…”
It was John’s turn to playfully nudge his smiling wife.
It was only then that the couple became aware of a tallish man standing there; it was Hugh. Janet immediately stood and gave him a warm, welcoming hug. John stood too, offering Hugh his hand, which he shook.
In looks, Hugh hadn’t changed too much in the twelve years since the Joneses had last seen him. He was tall, although just shorter than John’s six-foot-three, and thin, which made him look a little on the lanky side. He also carried that air of being smart, which he was, although he carried a whiff of the smell of stale tobacco, making John think that he must be a casual smoker. Apart from looking a little older, the only thing that was noticeably different on the outside was that he now sported a goatee beard.
From experience, John knew Janet wasn’t keen on facial hair, having been told by JJ that she would shave it off if he ever grew a beard. However, it suited Hugh.
“Do you want another drink?” Hugh asked on the way to the bar.
John passed, still nursing his pint of Watney’s Red. While Janet asked for another glass of dry white wine, counting the two at home, her sixth – not that anyone was counting. John knew she had a small buzz going on and was enjoying herself tonight.
“So, JJ, what do you think?” He was talking about Hugh and his looks.
“He is dishy, especially his beard,” she retorted and then winked to let her husband know she was teasing.
From there, the conversation flowed, and among the more general gossip, the Joneses learnt that Hugh was indeed single, having divorced last year. That he wasn’t yet ready to date again, and his two girls, who were eight and six, lived with their mother, Cindy.
Although John was there, his hand holding Janet’s or more often protectively resting on JJ’s thigh, he couldn't help noticing there seemed to be a certain chemistry between his wife and Hugh. However, he wasn’t entirely sure; maybe it was just his imagination seeing things.
Janet had turned on the bench seat to face Hugh, causing her dress to slightly ride up, although not indecently so. Her legs were unconsciously slightly open. To John, it looked like she was inviting Hugh to have a good look at her bare thighs… or maybe further.
John excused himself and used the bathroom. On his return to the Saloon Bar, he stopped and watched what his wife and Hugh were doing. It wasn’t what he expected, and it had his cock stirring in his trousers.
It could have been the wine, though John suspected she was doing it to tease both guys. Janet was showing Hugh her JJ necklace. But instead of lifting it in her hand, she had left it where it was and undone another dress button. The inner top of her black lace bra and her cleavage were on show, and Hugh’s eyes seemed to be currently buried between his wife’s ample breasts, drinking in every detail.
There were whispered words, which John could only guess. Hugh’s hand came up and briefly brushed JJ’s breast, as he turned over the necklace and read the inscription, the private words engraved on the necklace’s rear.
Returning, John heard his wife say, “It’s my husband’s nickname for me.”
“Or maybe it stands for John and Janet?” John blurted, not thinking. It was meant to be a light-hearted suggestion, but he suddenly realised that he had just sent out a mixed message to his wife. So more carefully he added, "JJ, why don't you show your anklet?"
Janet’s eyes shot open and then flared at her husband. She had only been teasing him by allowing Hugh to thumb her necklace while he glanced at her cleavage. A little voice erupted from the chambers at the back of her mind.
“Can you do this?”
Another whispered, “You are married…”
“But it was only a bit of fun,” the first voice retorted – their role-playing game was just going to get a little more real.
Checking, Janet realised that the saloon bar had all but emptied and that she could not be seen directly from the bar. With her husband’s hand resting on her left thigh, reassuring her, JJ lifted her right leg and rested her ankle on Hugh’s left thigh. The new gold anklet, with its diamond-like stones, twinkled, despite the pub's dull light—the HW was clearly visible.
“Do you know what HW stands for?” Janet asked, while not sure how far to take this. She was waiting for her husband to squeeze her leg or call it a night. However, her pussy was hot, horny and silently screaming at her that it needed attention – that her husband would be lucky to make it out of the pub car park without getting laid.
“Hot water,” Hugh mumbled. He didn’t know. Although he did say that the anklet was a fine piece of jewellery and nicely set off her ankle before asking the question, “What does it stand for?”
Janet didn’t say anything; her throat was suddenly dry. Those little voices in the back of her mind were still arguing.
“Hotwife,” John announced, answering for his wife.
There was a pregnant pause as Hugh took in John’s words, and Janet, her face glowing with both embarrassment and desire, downed the rest of her wine – she was hoping it would cool the heat in her pussy.
“Hotwife?” Hugh questioned, wanting to make sure before he said anything out of turn.
“Yes, hotwife…” John confirmed, his wife was just sitting there, mute.
She was wondering what her husband was going to say.
“Don’t worry, Hugh, I am fully aware of Janet’s sexual history and all the men she has been with, including you.”
“All the men,” Janet thought, embarrassed. She felt like a slut, her pussy wet, yet she dared not move. She was hanging on her husband's every word.
“As we both know, my wife likes to show off her body and enjoys a little touching.”
Hugh looked at Janet, his eyes travelling downwards. Past her partly open blouse, her covered breasts, and right down until he was looking once again at the anklet.
“Wow," Hugh croaked, his voice dry, his eyes alive as they worked their way back up, resting on her bare thighs. “Freddie told me that Janet was an exhibitionist, and yes, it didn’t take long for me to find out.
“I might not have cheated on Cindy if she were more like you, Janet. You're desirable, and so fucking hot.”
Janet grinned, “Yes, I am fucking hot… this place is roasting.”
It was a comment that had the two men smiling, especially when Janet then leaned forward in a similar way she had for Earnest and William at the Mad Hatter’s tea party and picked up her drink. She knew that both guys had gotten a good look at her housed breasts, but there was a part of her body that still needed attention.
Hugh continued… “I admit that I am slightly nervous, but I like this hotwife idea. Maybe if Cindy and I had known about it, taken it up, it would have stopped my frequent infidelity, which eventually cost me my marriage.”
It was a candid admission.
“I'm sure you will find someone,” Janet whispered sympathetically.
Her words acted like a cue for her husband as his hand gently pulled on JJ’s left thigh. She didn’t resist; she needed the attention. Her legs slowly eased apart.
Hugh’s eyes were glued to the void between Janet’s well-toned thighs, waiting for that moment when Janet’s sodden black lace knickers would appear.
The three adults knew what JJ was offering to Hugh, at least a view of her panty-clad pussy, and perhaps a lot more.
Janet’s legs spread a little further, her dress material becoming a little tight; it needed another button undone. Her legs held still, her thighs were spread, but enough to show Hugh what she wanted to give.
Her pussy was soaked and needy.
“Can I?” Janet asked John, feeling the need to clarify with her husband that he didn’t mind and was still enjoying the night.
Hugh crouched a little. He was trying to see between JJ’s legs, but he was unsuccessful, too dark.
John didn’t answer Janet’s question; instead, he leaned down and kissed his wife, wanting to make sure she was enjoying the night as much as him. Their tongues found each other’s as they briefly opened their mouths just like they used to do when Janet worked at Somertyn Manor.
John then announced, “JJ has a free pass tonight, as she is wearing the anklet. Touching is fine, but no fucking. We're just getting back into this since the children, you know, we are deciding our new limits, splashing around in the shallow end.”
Hugh didn’t really understand why, but Janet quietly giggled as once again her husband made it sound like she used to sleep around and had sex with many guys. However, Hugh found himself nodding in agreement and then grinning when JJ brushed his cock with her foot before sitting up.
“There is one other rule, Hugh. This one is just to make it feel a little more real and maybe a little more fun.”
Janet looked at her husband, suddenly a little concerned. She was beginning to wonder whether they had already had enough fun. However, if her husband wanted to, she was willing to extend the night and take ‘things’ further.
With a sly grin and a glance at JJ, John suggested that, as there were still twenty-five minutes before last orders, he would go to the bar and get them all another drink. When he returned, he wanted to see Hugh sitting next to Janet, and for the rest of the evening, Janet was his wife.
“So, plenty of kissing and cuddling, then later, when they leave, Hugh should escort JJ to our car just like she was his wife. Or he had just got lucky and picked up an easy lay.”
Hugh looked shocked; this was a step further than what he was expecting.
Janet called John “a kinky fucker,” which made Hugh laugh.
She then popped to the ladies, while her real husband went to the bar. He needed some time to think, this time more with his head than his cock. He wondered if he had got carried away, yet he knew that he had to test himself. See if he could handle seeing his JJ with another man.
Notwithstanding his seeming encouragement, John knew that his wife was right. A Grade Three Domestic was a big jump from a Grade Two. Janet would be expected to undertake partially clothed erotic poses, occasional full nudity, and even some intermittent touching—he knew they had been right to make a list of requests earlier.
There was one more thing, which he had yet to mention to Janet. There was a small possibility that if orders didn’t pick up at work, he, along with the rest of the company he worked for, could be put on a four-day working week next year. If that happened, then they would need a second wage to come in.
It was only then that he felt a hand pinch his bottom; it was Janet.
She giggled. “How did you know it was me?”
“I didn’t… I get it all the time!”
Janet laughed, knowing it was not true.
“You okay… Or do you want to get out of here?” She then asked caringly.
It was only then that John noticed that Janet had removed her bra, although she had fastened two of the buttons she had previously undone.
“Aren’t you missing something?” John asked while looking at her chest.
“I thought I would surprise my husband, both of them,” she teasingly giggled in reply, before walking away, with an extra wiggle in her step.
After watching his wife’s arse return to her seat, John collected the drinks, his cock once again clouding his mind. As he carried them over, he noticed that Janet was exchanging telephone numbers with Hugh.
John hadn’t expected that, and he felt uneasiness in his stomach. It bothered him more than Hugh’s hand resting on JJ’s bare thigh or the fact that she had once again undone those two top dress buttons.
As JJ leaned forward to take her dry white wine from him, John was afforded a seamless view down her top. Janet’s two perfect orbs hung momentarily, waiting to be touched. John's cock stirred with approval and then hardened as he realised Hugh must have had the same view when Janet wrote down the telephone numbers. It made John wonder if he was a breast man, like himself.
With Hugh’s pint of Watney’s Red next to his lemonade on the table, John sat down opposite the newly married couple. He made sure that he had a clear view of JJ and, most importantly, Hugh’s hand on her exposed right thigh.
John felt this was the ultimate test for him, the erotic ride of watching his wife, his JJ, with another man. Would he survive the rollercoaster of the journey, even enjoy it, or would there be too much anxiety and stop it?
His wife had always been flirty with other men, not overtly, but had that natural, subtle naughtiness that appealed to some men yet didn’t unsettle their wives. Then there was Janet’s desire to flaunt her body. An instinct which she controlled in most situations, and yet, it was something that Janet would have to take further if she chose to work at Somertyn Manor as a Grade Three Domestic.
Janet looked across and winked. She knew that John was still there, watching her. Then a slow, crooked smile drifted across her mouth, and she moved towards Hugh, her mouth docking with his in a brief kiss – their first. Then a longer one; it wasn’t a snog, but it wasn’t a peck either. His hand instinctively slid upward along Janet’s inner, bare thigh. Her legs were slightly open, inviting Hugh's fingers.
Then his hand just stopped.
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.
