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.

Hugh’s hand movement had only been slight, a couple of inches and no more. However, John had noticed this detail, as he did with everything when it was related to his JJ. There was even a part of him wondering why he had stopped.

The kiss was not the first time she had kissed another man since they had married. There had been harmless pecks with friends, and there had been a few wild parties in their early years.

John briefly remembered back to one particular drunken party game. Janet, then a regular churchgoer, kissed a single guy. It was similar to what she had just done with Hugh, as her husband’s eyes had been watching intently while his cock enjoyed what he saw.

Then, when his turn came in the game, he kissed Tammy Thomas, a cute redhead, but the feeling of that kiss was not what he remembered. It was the burning sensation on the back of his head – it was his wife staring at them.

Janet was not angry. She had her own way of letting her husband know when she wasn’t happy.

Later that night, when she was tipsy, she kissed one of the single guys, much to his and her husband's surprise. Then later in the marital bed, she fucked her husband raw. Whispering afterwards, as they lay there, panting… “I love you, John… You will always be mine.” 

Then, John had responded with the same words, simply adding "JJ" to his reply.

However, in the days that followed, he realised that he enjoyed watching his wife flaunt her body—something that he already knew she liked to do. But there was a new observation. Janet had a competitive, possessive streak when it came to him… and he liked that!

The Joneses and Hugh sat there, talking, and despite several kisses, Hugh seemed unsure what he should do, having never been in a position like this. It was all very surreal, the conversation sometimes stilted. Janet occasionally glanced John’s way, a little lopsided grin on her face. She was checking that her husband was still okay. When he smiled back, her eyes then darted down to his tented trousers, confirming his excitement.

It was obvious to her that John was extremely aroused, although Janet thought, “Perhaps not as horny as she feels.” With Hugh’s hand lingering on her thigh, feeling hot and heavy, and her husband’s eyes sending a tingle to her pussy every time he looked down between her parted legs. 

She was hoping for a little more attention from Hugh and decided to take the initiative.  

“John, please let me know if anyone comes in,” Janet softly instructed.

Without an answer from her husband, Janet cuddled into Hugh. Then, remembering back to how large his cock was, her hand came down and confirmed that her memory was right; he was huge and engorged. She gently squeezed him and shuddered at his size and his hardness. Although with an inner smile, she thought, "It’s probably not as hard as my husband's currently is."

John giddily watched on. Even in the early years of their marriage, he had never seen his wife quite like this, so brazen, so horny… He liked it!

“I want this,” she whispered to Hugh, loud enough for her husband to hear. Her hand was now gripping his member through his jeans, pretending to wank him.

“Remember when I did this?” She teased, her hand moving along the denim material. The impression of Hugh’s erect cock was now easy to see.

Her husband watched on, keeping half an eye on the bar area. He was thinking that he would have cum if JJ had done the same thing to him, and he was surprised that Hugh seemed to stay in control.

With a wide smile, Janet sat up and looked at John, who just grinned in a happy stupor back at her. Then, without any ceremony, she undid the bottom three dress buttons and pulled her green dress open, exposing her black lace panties to Hugh and John, but importantly, not to the rest of the bar, even though it didn’t have any other customers.

John noticed that his wife’s bald slit was visible and that Hugh’s eyes were glued to it.

“Is it clear?” Janet whispered to her husband.

“Yes,” he croaked in response, now not really caring, his mind more focused on JJ and Hugh.

Then, without another word, she grabbed Hugh’s hand, her wedding ring glinting in the pub's dull light, and guided it down the front of her knickers, his touch bringing a gasp from Janet and a sharp inhale from the two men.

“Finger me,” she whispered, opening her legs further, making sure her husband could see through the thin, taut material. JJ’s cunt was needy. One, then two fingers… fucking her. They were the same fingers that fucked her twelve years ago. It was when she was still technically a virgin, although her hymen had long since broken.

With a little grunt, Janet leaned into Hugh, and she pulled his hand away. JJ couldn’t afford to cum, gush, and flood her panties – the bench seat, the floor.

A little embarrassed, Hugh mumbled, “You have less pubic hair than I remember.”

“I have no hair down there at all. Most men I have been with prefer me this way, and importantly, my husband thinks it's hot.”

With a crooked smile, JJ looked across the table at the man she loved. They both knew she was playing along with what he had said earlier, although Janet had only ever been with him. And despite what she was doing now, she wasn’t yet ready for that to change. 'Full-on fucking with another man' was a talk for another time, she thought.

With desire in her voice, Janet suggested that she needed more of the same thing and looked towards her rather flushed husband.

He just nodded, now wanting to pursue the evening to its natural conclusion – the endgame, just no fucking.

With a smile, Janet turned to Hugh. “I need more of that, but we can’t fuck, at least not tonight. But with my free pass, I want us to get into the backseat of my husband’s car and make out just like we did twelve years ago. John knows the story and what we did, and I'm sure he will enjoy watching us re-enact that night.” Janet paused and then giggled, “Maybe my husband can play Freddie’s part.”

John just sat there, part of him hoping it was the wine talking. Yet, he thought that what JJ was proposing wasn’t so different from him suggesting that Janet should be Hugh’s wife for the rest of the night. It was another step in their new game and the sort of thing Janet would be doing if she became a Grade Three domestic.

There was hesitancy in the air, despite just having had his fingers in Janet’s pussy. Hugh turned to John and stated, “You’re her husband… Is this what you want?” 

It was the million-dollar question, and it had so many connotations, but, in many ways, it was why they were there tonight… He needed to know. Be sure. And there was no doubt JJ wanted this. Tonight was a free pass, as she had done this once before, albeit twelve years ago.

However, he could not find the words, so he just nodded.

Janet leaned forward and gently kissed him, which would have confused anyone further if there had been any onlookers. “Are you sure?” she softly whispered into his ear.

“Yes, we need to do this…” he mumbled. “If you are going to be a Grade Three…” John’s words trailed off, though Janet understood.

The bar's bell rang, and last orders were called.

“John, could you please give me and your wife a few minutes alone? I’m still grappling with what’s just happened, and I need to speak with her in private.”

Doing up all her buttons, JJ leaned across and kissed her husband and stated, “I'll meet you at the car. I will not be long.”

John smiled, reassured, and whispered, “Don’t forget that you are Hugh’s wife now, or maybe just his slut for the rest of the evening.” He kissed her cheek and then lovingly squeezed her thigh as a gentle reminder – tonight they were playing a game.

“I doubt that’s going to be a problem…” Janet giggled. “And don’t you worry. When we leave the pub, I'll make sure you can see.”

They kissed again, and John nodded to Hugh as he left, leaving the happy “couple” alone for the first time. He didn’t know what Hugh wanted to say to his wife; however, John did know she would tell him later. That was part of their game.

Outside, he was surprised by how warm it still was. Most of the vehicles had gone. His car looked lonely, now on its own, parked under the tree at the far end of the car park. He walked towards it, only looking back once. He was both testing and reminding himself what it could be like if JJ became a Grade Three Domestic.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness, the only light coming from the pub's windows and a solitary street lamp. John watched the last few cars escape the car park. He didn’t expect Janet to be long – she had promised – and John wasn’t even sure what they had to talk about. Although he thought, perhaps Hugh needed some reassurance…

He was not the only one.

John trusted his wife. He believed her when she promised they wouldn’t be long, that when they left the pub, they would be in full sight. He smiled. John saw his JJ, Hugh’s arm around her, as he had suggested. They had stopped by the door, and his wife was pointing John’s way to the large tree.

With Hugh’s arm still around Janet, they walked over towards the car. John was watching every step and, in doing so, taking in the small details, like Janet’s dress buttons were now all undone, five at the bottom and all three at the top. It was undoubtedly Hugh’s doing; he needed to find out what happened as soon as possible.

As they got close, Janet giggled at something, and it made John think that they really did look like a married couple. This was especially true when they stopped in front of the car and they kissed, their tongues briefly dancing with one another’s. Hugh held Janet tightly, and then he slid his hands down her body to rest on JJ’s bottom, squeezing it before pulling her close against him and his hard cock.

As John watched, Janet's hands pulled Hugh into another kiss, making him realise they had chemistry. Even after twelve years, there was familiarity between them, but nothing more. Intently, he observed Hugh’s hand move around to the front of Janet’s dress and disappear into the unfastened gap.

There was a giggle as Janet jumped and pulled away. It was obvious that Hugh had once again dipped his fingers into her wet folds. She said something, then looked towards her husband and smiled as Hugh muttered a few words. John could only guess what was said.

Hugh disappeared into the darkness of the overhanging tree branches. He leaned against the trunk where he lit a cigarette, his silhouette clearly visible, but not the detail within it.

Janet motioned her husband to lower the driver’s window, and she leaned in and kissed him before stating, “I needed that.”

It was an action that brought a smile to both their faces.

“Are you okay, John?” Janet lovingly asked. She needed to know, as tonight had to be about them, not just her reliving something she had done long ago in her past.

John didn't answer, his eyes already drawn to JJ's breasts with all the buttons unfastened; they were spilling out of her dress's top.

Moving closer, JJ whispered, “We can go now if you like?” Then she playfully added, “Provided you fuck me before we get home.”

That brought a reaction from her husband. He smiled.

“I feel naughty, John… I need to cum!” Her hand went to her husband’s member, checking he was okay.

She unzipped him.

That caught him by surprise, his wife taking his engorged cock into her palm. She then leaned forward and gave him another loving kiss as her hand slowly started to move up and down, masturbating him.

John gasped… He could not remember his wife being so aroused, and yet, he knew that the spark had always been in her. He knew that she had been loyal and faithful to him. She could not help flirting, even occasionally teasing other men—it was part of being an exhibitionist, although until now, it had been closed to the world outside Somertyn Manor.

There he was kissing his wife, her welcoming hand around his cock, stroking him, and yet he knew that in her own way, his Janet was asking for permission to take tonight further. The desirable thought made him inwardly groan.

John brought his hand down to stop his wife’s movement. “JJ, I will cum if you carry on doing that!”

Janet giggled and pulled her boobs completely out of her dress. She hadn’t finished teasing her husband. Tonight, she wanted to take control, and John had always been a breast man. She knew he would not resist when she pulled his face into her large breasts and swayed from side to side.

Now audibly giggling, she noticed that John's cock was leaking pre-cum.

“Don’t you dare cum, Mr Jones…” Janet stated, “As I am planning to fuck you just like I did after Tammy Thomas…”

Janet was enjoying teasing her husband. She sensed that tonight they both wanted the same thing and then added with a hunger, “And when we get home, you will be fucking me and cumming in my cunt!”

She giggled.

The C-word had woken John out of his sexual stupor. It was a word that she hardly ever used, unlike the F-words. Those came much more freely out of her mouth. However, JJ’s coarse words had done little to help reduce her husband’s erection.

“What happened inside?” John asked, trying to shift the topic.

“That’s partly why I am here, and before you ask, we didn’t do anything, not even a kiss… The one I had here was completely for your benefit, John.” Janet then quietly giggled to herself. “Oh, I did open my dress and drop my knickers, and then I exposed my naked body to Hugh. Yes, everything, John. I even gave him a little twirl – that was something I also did twelve years ago.”

“What! – You were inside the pub?”

“I know, wasn’t I naughty?” Janet giggled playfully. “I was in the doorway of the Ladies, and Hugh was just outside, waiting for me.” 

That action explained the dress's unfastened buttons, John thought. However, it did little to reduce his erection, especially when he imagined Janet opening her dress and dropping her knickers in front of Hugh.

“You’re dribbling again,” Janet remarked, leaning down and passing her husband a tissue from the box in the doorway. His wife’s exposed breasts did little to help make his cock flaccid.

John looked across at Hugh, who was less than twenty feet away. He had finished his cigarette and was patiently waiting, leaning against the tree trunk, observing the married couple.

“Your boyfriend is watching us; he's going to lose interest and get bored.”

“He’s not my boyf…” Janet stopped speaking, as she realised her husband was just teasing her.

She then stood and looked around the almost empty parking lot, realising that the few cars that were left were at the other end, and with the hedge behind them, they were effectively on their own.

“Do you mind if I flash him again, as I need to explain something to you?”

John didn’t. Since she started working at Somertyn Manor, he has had fewer and fewer issues with his JJ showing off her body – sometimes he even desired it!

Without a word, Janet dropped her knickers and stepped out of them before handing the sodden material to her husband, who smiled. She then pulled her dress up to her waist, arched her back like she was serving tea, and pointed her pussy directly towards Hugh.

Janet turned her head towards him and said, “Stay there, Hugh, and just enjoy the view. I hope it is how you remember it twelve years ago.”

“Just less hair,” he replied as he fumbled for another cigarette. His eyes did not leave Janet's glistening pussy.

“You did that?

“And a lot more than that, John… and I want to show you, but Hugh is wary, and that is what we talked about in the pub, but I'll get to that!

“I want you involved, John, or we just go home.” Janet then poignantly added, “You do realise that part of the reason I am doing this is that some of this is what I would be expected to do if I were to become a Grade Three domestic.” 

“That applies to me too, JJ… That is why I am sitting here, and to answer you, I do feel involved.”

“Go on…” John then stated.

While maintaining the same position, Janet explained that Hugh thought this place was too open for us to recreate what I did twelve years ago. He's right; even doing this is risky. She stood up and let her dress fall, covering her sides but not the front; her bald pussy could be seen among the shadows.

“So, where does he suggest?” John asked.

“His front garden… Hugh says that he has no nearby neighbours and high hedges. There are also two gates, one to go in and the other to go out, which are tall and similar to the one at Somertyn Manor. You just have to push a button.”

“From what he says, it sounds like he has a large house… I am surprised that he can still afford it after getting divorced,” John stated.

"Apparently," Janet replied, before continuing, "There is a private carport where we can drive in and turn on the lights. But there is a catch…”

“What is that?” John questioned sceptically. It sounded like Hugh’s front garden was a possibility, but there was no way that they were entering the house, and the carport was just a maybe. He told JJ just that.

“That’s not the catch. There is no other way to put this, John… He wants me to give him a blow job, part here behind the tree with you just watching, and then finish him off when we re-enact what we did twelve years ago.”

“Oral?”

“Yes, oral, John, but we can leave as well… It's your decision.”

John looked over to Hugh; he was just lighting his second cigarette. Then he looked back at his JJ, his cock telling him to agree with her. His wife had that look that was difficult to resist, and yet, his mind was trying to think it over, to be rational.

“There's something else, John; I want to go all the way with Hugh!”

“What! Fuck?”

“No, John, all the way short of fucking…”

Her husband nodded, “Okay.”

“Hugh has agreed that he won’t try to fuck me, and I believe him. He has also agreed that you are in control of what happens tonight… And that we will re-enact, as best as we can, what happened twelve years ago with the addition of oral sex.”

“Okay,” Her husband muttered, once again juggling his cardinal desires with more rational thought.

“There is something else, John. We need to remember that if I become a Grade Three domestic, it won’t be long before Earnest and William suggest that I advance to Grade Four or higher… So, I feel that tonight, we need to push our limits… Forget the money and ask ourselves, is this something we would be comfortable with doing repeatedly?”

John agreed. That was why he was sitting there watching and not joining in.

“Then, over the next week, we will need to talk and discuss… Before you make the phone call and inform them of our intentions.”

“Me, phone them?”

“Yes, you, John,” Janet giggled and then playfully suggested. “I don’t want Earnest and William thinking that I am too eager and that they can turn me into some sort of tart!”

John chuckled. He always suspected that it would be him making that phone call.

“And remember, this is all yours.” Janet’s hand came down on her heart, and then she quickly added. “And I’m not talking about my left tit.”

That made John chuckle again, and he relaxed, knowing that he would have said it.

“Okay, just no fucking Hugh; anything else goes. Make sure that he knows.”

“I will. Maybe you want to bring the car nearer the rear of the tree so you can see us better, but whatever you think you see, do stay in the car. Hugh is nervous enough as it is, and as I have mentioned, I want to go all the way with him.”

“Short of fucking.”

“Yes, John, short of fucking.”

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.