“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.”
With that, as she waited, her husband moved his car. Due to the street light, it was brighter at the rear of the tree than expected, and importantly, they were now hidden from the pub's entrance.
John sat there, not touching himself, and watched his wife say something before taking the cigarette from Hugh’s fingers and having a drag, her husband somewhat shocked at the action. Neither of them had smoked for years, and even then, they were just social smokers, maybe the odd one at the parties they used to attend.
However, although John had an excellent view, he couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Janet gasped, “Thanks, I needed that,” as she breathed out the cigarette smoke. “I have not had one in years, but smelling it on you reminded me of what I've been missing.”
“What, an unhealthy habit?”
Janet giggled. She had no intention of smoking again, but thought the odd one won’t hurt.
“Don’t worry, Hugh, I know my husband is going to mention it – probably tell me off.”
They walked around to the rear of the tree, JJ checking that her husband could see them. He could, while anyone leaving the pub couldn’t. Happy, she took one more draw on the cigarette and handed it back to Hugh, and then Janet opened her dress wide and let it fall to the floor, stating, “For tonight, this is all yours.”
Once again, taking in her nude body, Hugh warmly smiled, “I hope it’s not just for tonight… Did your husband agree to my two requests?”
“Yes, to the requests, but no fucking, like we agreed… Remember, my husband is in charge. If he says stop, we stop. John is not like Freddie… He truly loves me, and that’s why he lets me play around with other men—to release my inner slut and keep me happy.”
Janet knew she was making herself sound like a harlot, but perhaps that was what she was now. An anklet around her ankle, a bald pussy, and she was making out with another man.
Taking his last draw on his cigarette and stubbing it out, Hugh drew Janet closer. He kissed her, letting the smoke drift into her mouth. The action caused Janet to giggle. “You really are trying to get me to smoke!”
“It’s not good for you, but I find there is something sexy, even naughty, when a girl smokes,” Hugh retorted, his mouth finding Janet’s as they continued to kiss, his hands playing with her breasts as they started, once again, getting re-acquainted with Mrs Jones' body.
Janet moaned quietly, enjoying the attention from a man she hadn’t talked to or seen for twelve years… It felt so naughty, which was especially true as her husband was observing their every move.
“Finger me, make me cum. I want my husband to see you bring me off.” Her pussy was needy; it was demanding attention… She had had enough of being brought to the edge; it was time to fall over it… to cum.
Janet lifted one leg, rested it on a low, short branch, and slightly squatted, her pussy opening up, inviting a touch – Hugh’s touch. She glanced across to her husband, making sure that he was watching, taking it all in.
John sat there observing, not wanting to move. This was his JJ putting on a little show for him, her new man’s fingers rubbing, pumping… fucking her bare pussy. Then, he watched his wife’s body shake, her head pressing into Hugh’s shoulder, his digits buried deep in her cunt as she sloshed all over them. Her eyes closed, and she had her first and much-needed orgasm.
Janet looked at her husband, smiled, and blew him a kiss.
Still feeling connected, John blew one back. He had enjoyed the show but knew this was beyond a Grade Three domestic’s position.
“I needed that,” Janet whispered to the smiling Hugh, who once again took in Janet’s nude body, her pussy wet and swollen.
“My turn now,” Hugh instructed warmly and then surprisingly added. “I can see how someone who has a body as salacious as yours would attract countless men. Simply put – you’re hot.” That had Janet smiling and then giggling when he asked, “How many men have you been with?”
“You really have been out of the dating game, Hugh,” she replied, not offended in the slightest and secretly pleased that he thought that she could attract so many men. With a lopsided grin, she replied, “The answer to your question is… not enough!”
With a growing urgency, Janet undid Hugh’s trousers and released his impressive member. He was as big as she remembered from her college days, currently semi-hard, so she stroked him.
“Is it as large as you remember?”
“I don’t want to deflate your ego, Hugh, but my husband has a big cock, too. Although that was not the reason I married him!” Then, on seeing his surprised expression, she added, “However, maybe yours has a thicker girth?” Those fallacious words seemed to bring a smile back onto Hugh’s face.
After checking her husband was watching, Janet lowered herself. As she did so, she deliberately spread her legs wide for two men’s pleasure and took Hugh’s cock into her mouth. One man was thinking she was a slut; the other knew that it was only the second one she had ever taken there.
As John watched his wife’s head bob up and down, his emotions started to bubble up, although he didn’t want to stop the act. He wanted to go over there and stick his aching cock in JJ’s face. Give her two to enjoy.
He saw Hugh’s hands rest on his wife’s head. That he had a long cock too, and that Janet’s legs were splayed wide, her cunt red, swollen… and soaked.
JJ looked towards her husband and winked, with Hugh’s member in her mouth. John could clearly see it all, and he was not perturbed; this had been agreed. He watched his wife lick the cock’s swollen end and then say something to its owner.
John just wished that he could hear.
Smiling, Janet whispered, “The rest you get later, as it is time to get my husband involved… He is not the sort of man who just wants to watch me.” The last part, she knew, was only partially true.
Moving forward, Hugh once again kissed Janet; as he did so, he slid his engorged cock against her equally swollen labia, leaving her gasping and his dick covered in her juices.
He gently asked, “Don’t you miss fucking other men?”
“Yes,” she lied. “But it's like a cigarette, only something that I have occasionally missed.”
Hugh kissed Janet again. As he did so, he once again slid his cock back, her legs closing tight, enjoying the sensations.
“John probably thinks we are fucking?” Hugh breathlessly whispered, knowing that he could not keep this up much longer without blowing his load.
“I doubt it,” Janet panted, trying to stay in control. “We've done this sort of thing before… and John trusts me. I promised him that tonight there will be no fucking, though I am impressed with your self-control, Hugh... Though the truth is, I was also impressed twelve years ago.”
“Janet, does John know about that?”
“Not exactly,” she giggled.
“So, do you want to re-enact that?”
Janet chuckled, “Absolutely,” and then pushed Hugh away. As she slipped on her dress, she stated, “It’s time to get back to my husband.”
It was with a sudden urgency that she jumped into the car next to John and kissed him. She then tenderly declared, “I love you, John,” and kissed him again, this time with tongues. As they broke apart, Janet giggled and asked, “Are you not bothered that I just had Hugh’s cock in my mouth?”
“Nope… I needed my JJ.”
She smiled, impressed with his quick answer, and with Hugh briefly forgotten in the back, warmly stated, “Good answer, Mr Jones…” and then kissed her husband once again.
When Hugh had said that he lived close, he was right – only two minutes in the car. The Joneses were surprised by how large his house was, set in pine woodland, the trees sparsely dotted around. He explained that his ex-wife still owned part of the property. Having not wanted to sell it, he and Cindy had agreed for him to continue to live there, while she and their two daughters moved in with her new boyfriend.
The front gate was electronic and opened with a clicker in Hugh’s pocket. They drove through the driveway of the house, which wound between a few trees, and John pulled up next to a fancy carport. It was more like a garage, as it could house four cars.
Despite the nervous tension in the car, John was surprised by the size of the property and couldn’t help asking, “Hugh, what did you say you do for a living?”
“I write software for computers… Though it’s still early days, one day, every household will have one. As for the property, both our families are wealthy; it was a wedding present…”
The comment caused both the Joneses to look at each other in surprise, as their wedding presents were much more mundane.
John pulled into what you could loosely describe as a carport, as it did have an open front. The rest of the building was made from bricks and large wooden beams spanning the tiled gable roof. Hugh turned on the lights, and importantly, as promised, it was a private space.
The short journey and the surprise of the place had taken some of the sexual energy out of the evening.
However, Janet wanted to recreate the events that occurred in the walled warehouse yard twelve years ago. She got the men organised, with John rearranging the car seats to give them as much room as possible in the car’s rear.
JJ told both guys to get their clothes off. Both men eyed each other warily, checking the size of each other’s cocks, and then saying that they were strictly heterosexual, so no touching!
It was an action and a comment that had Janet giggling. She was enjoying herself, especially as she knew what was going to come next. Like all those years ago, to her right was Hugh. He was playing with her breasts, his hands now carrying the knowledge of twelve years of experience.
However, more importantly, there was the man Janet loved, her best friend and father of her two children, her husband, John. He was the man who was letting her relive the night when she had made out with two college students: her then boyfriend, Freddie, and his best friend, Hugh.
John was naked too, cuddling her, smiling, a knowing, loving look passing between the married couple. Janet wrapped her hand around her husband’s impressively sized cock.
With his large shaft also standing to attention, Hugh listened in, and JJ excitedly whispered. “John, I have already given you a glimpse of what I did outside of the car twelve years ago; now it’s time for you to experience what I did mainly with Hugh.”
“Not with Freddie?” John questioned.
Janet’s hand was still around his cock, slowly stroking her husband, keeping him hard and aroused.
“At the start, yes, but later he mainly watched Hugh and me while jerking… eventually cumming on my tits.” Janet giggled. “Three times by the end of the night, he liked doing that!”
“He liked watching, John,” Hugh added, his lust now masking his uncertainty. “He kept encouraging me to go further with his then girlfriend.”
“Hugh, I’m not like Freddie.”
Janet knew that was true.
John strongly stated, “What we're doing tonight is nothing more than seeing if Janet wants to become a hotwife again. We did it for years, until we were ready to try for a second child.”
This time, Janet knew John’s words were a complete lie and that it made her sound like nothing more than a tart. Yet, she found herself cuddling up to her husband and then kissing his cheek.
“I know I have only been watching you both tonight. However, I assure you, Hugh. I'm not a guy who only watches what my JJ is doing, as I like to join in – my role is all about my love for my wife and supporting her sexual urges.”
Janet almost giggled on hearing that, just catching herself in time. “Sexual urges,” she thought. But then she looked at her right ankle, the carport lights catching its fake diamonds. It made them glint, and the sparkle told the anklet's story.
When they left their house, it was to discuss whether Janet wanted to accept the role of a Grade Three domestic—they even made a few rules of their own. But now she was in the back of her husband’s car, naked—with a large cock in each hand. It made her realise that the lines had already become more than a little blurry… If she wanted to work at Somertyn Manor in the future, she needed to make this happen.
She kissed John’s cheek again. He tried to kiss her back, but instead, she dropped down and took his cock into her mouth. Pulling his foreskin back, she swirled her tongue around its bulbous purple head.
Her free hand was still slowly jerking Hugh, who knew what was going to happen next – that Janet was going to envelop his cock with her sweet, ‘experienced’ mouth.
As she did so, John groaned with pleasure… He was not at all embarrassed at being fellated by his wife in front of another man. He was proud that his beautiful JJ would do this. Although he had not mentioned it when they were younger, John had always liked the way Janet flaunted her body and teased other men – it was one of the reasons that he had agreed to let her work at Somertyn Manor.
However, with JJ’s mouth doing wonders, John was already worried about cumming too quickly, and he couldn’t do that in front of Hugh – that would have been too humiliating!
So it came as a relief when Janet’s head reappeared for air, and then with a loving smile, she stated. “It’s Hugh’s turn now, John… and just for a few minutes, pretend that you are, Freddie –“
“I am not Freddie.”
“We know that, John. But please humour me for just a few minutes, as I want to show you what Hugh and I did twelve years ago, though anything oral is new for tonight. Remember, it is what we agreed I would do with Hugh to bring us to this position.”
John knew that was true. He was also both intrigued and aroused by the thought of seeing what his JJ did years ago, but maybe not as much as seeing her with another man.
With no answer from her husband, Janet shuffled down the seat a little and then spread her legs as wide as they would go. A whiff of arousal filled the car as her shaved pussy opened, her nectar leaking.
Janet needed to cum again soon.
“I am needy, John. Remember, we both have a free pass today, so you can do anything with me.” Janet took her husband’s fingers and led them to her pussy. “Freddie fingered me on that night… He fucked me with them while he slowly wanked.”
John’s digits easily slipped into her slippery, bald pussy, bringing a pleasurable sigh from his wife.
“That’s it… Fuck me, with them… Now just watch your slutty wife relive her past once again; my mouth will be back over with you soon… It just needs a little time with Hugh.”
“Okay, I pretend to be Freddie...” John grunted, both intrigued and aroused. “But only for a couple of minutes – so, what did he say?”
“Nothing to start with, Freddie…” She gurgled, her mouth already kissing Hugh, their tongues dancing. 'Still playing along with the idea that she used to be a hotwife,' Janet then teased. “Just enjoy watching your slutty wife, and I’ll tell you at the right time!”
Hugh’s hands were once again playing with her nipples; they had hardly stopped. She wondered if he was a breast man like her husband. She twisted her body and took Hugh’s cock into her mouth once again, making sure that her pussy was easily available to John – she needed him to carry on finger-fucking her – stay connected – continue giving her quivering pussy a series of mini cum’s.
“Show my husband what you did next?”
With ease, Janet and Hugh melted into each other. Hugh's fingers joined John’s as they fingered JJ’s willing pussy. Just like twelve years ago, there were two hands from two different men, but now the number of fingers involved had increased from two to four!
As agreed, Janet’s willing mouth once again enjoyed Hugh’s large cock, its size around the same as her husband's. She used the experience gained with John to take Hugh’s entire member, swirling her tongue around its head, licking his flesh, making him feel as if she had blown hundreds of dicks.
Although JJ was enjoying the lustful pleasure of sucking a new cock, she didn’t want to neglect her husband, as she needed him to stay attached. So with him still slowly jerking, his fingers still playing with her wanton pussy, she twisted back and took him once again into her mouth.
It was an action that soon had John's fingers running through Janet’s hair as her head bobbed. John’s mind was telling him to hold her still and fuck her mouth, flood it… And yet, he was playing the part of Freddie… the man who preferred to watch!
John grunted. He was close to ejaculating.
JJ sensed John's arousal. She came up and kissed him, then whispered. “For this part, you really need to be Freddie and say, ‘Hugh, fuck my girlfriend. Don’t worry, we didn’t fuck. But you need to say those words a few times when I look at you. Hugh knows what to do.”
“Okay,” he whispered – his voice dry, his cock slippery with precum and Janet’s drool.
John’s mind was now a cocktail of lust, desire, and images, as he imagined going back to a warehouse courtyard twelve years ago and a young, blonde college girl—his JJ.
What was his wife so desperate to show him? The arousal he was currently feeling was overpowering any rational thought.
After leaving her husband, she returned to a central position, spreading her legs wide and using both hands to grasp the erections of the two men – she masturbated them simultaneously.
”Hugh, show John what you and Freddie did next, and this one I know my husband will enjoy!”
Janet may have given away one of John’s closeted desires, but she was right; he loved sucking on JJ’s breasts, even suckling on them when they were carrying milk. It was also her secret pleasure, something she discovered twelve years ago, when Hugh and Freddie had mutually licked her then-sensitive nipples.
Her husband hesitated even though he wanted to, but as soon as Hugh started to suckle on his wife’s right, he did the same, both men’s fingers still gently playing with Janet's engorged, spread cunt.
The combination of the men’s sucking action, their fingers fucking her, and the sexual power she currently felt over them had her cumming, gushing – her body shaking, as a huge orgasm swept over her.
Gasping, knowing there was one more sexual act they had to do, she turned towards Hugh and panted, “Are you ready?” Taking a deep breath, Janet added. “And Hugh, remember your control… It’s what impressed me – not the size of your cock!”
“Yes, I know,” Hugh grunted, knowing what he had to do, as he had promised.
With John intensely watching on, Hugh climbed between Janet’s spread legs and glanced at her husband, who was once again slowly stroking his cock.
“Now, John,” she whispered, “you’re Freddie.”
With his voice unsure, John uttered, “Hugh, fuck my wife!” He had deliberately replaced the word 'girlfriend' with 'wife', a change that only JJ seemed to notice.
Hugh guided his long, rigid cock towards Janet’s swollen, needy cunt, its purple head brushing her entrance. That brought a rumbling groan from JJ, her pussy awash, her legs held high and open.
She urged, almost screeched, “John, keep saying it, just like Freddie did—”
“Fuck my wife, Hugh.” Her husband mumbled, not sure why he was saying it – they had an agreement – and then he said it again, louder. John knew it was his lust talking… “Fuck her, fuck my wife.”
While Mrs Jones experienced a series of mini orgasms, Hugh ran his cock along Janet’s wet cleft. She was now moaning, lovingly looking at her husband, another man’s cock almost penetrating her.
John's mind flicked back to the car park and the tree. This was similar to what they had been doing there, but this time, there was a difference. Hugh was in control, with his cock sliding back and forth along Janet's slippery groove, rubbing her nub – making his JJ cum.
“I’m nearly there,” Hugh cried.
“Control,” Janet groaned.
“Fuck my wife,” John cried out, caught in the moment and thinking Hugh was going to ejaculate over her tits.
But that didn’t happen.
“Now,” Hugh urged.
“Twelve years ago, this is the position that Hugh ejaculated in.”
With those words, Janet pulled her pussy wide open, and Hugh put the tip of his cock into her opening, squeezing his gland and trying with all his willpower not to squirt his fertile seed into Mrs Jones.
“But now I want to go all the way – no fucking.”
John tried not to think. Instinctively, he nodded, knowing JJ wanted this, and when his mouth had caught up, he croaked, “Okay…”
With need and urgency, Hugh thrust forward fully into JJ, thinking that was the longest vinegar stroke in history. As he did so, Janet clamped her legs around him. She locked him in position and reminded him that there was "no fucking – just empty your seed into me."
With Hugh’s cock inside her, she bent down and took her husband's in her mouth. Her eyes looked at him; she was trying to read him, to make sure that he was alright.
With mixed emotions, John mouthed, “I love you.”
Janet’s mouth left his cock, and she smiled—re-energised.
An understanding, Hugh, now sated, rolled off. He also knew that he had to move if there was going to be another time with Janet.
Swiftly, John took his rightful position between his wife’s outstretched legs.
“Fuck me,” Janet demanded.
Without thought, her husband urgently slid his cock into her sopping pussy, its silky walls offering a smooth, unadulterated slide into her sweetness. With a lusty need, John fucked his JJ in one, two, three, giddy and yet claiming thrusts – before he grunted and unloaded into her well-used cunt. Janet wrapped her legs around her husband, coming with him in guttural groans, as the married couple became one.
Lying there satisfied, with the essence of two men dribbling out of her. Janet cuddled her husband in her post-coital bliss and said, “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Hugh sighed from behind her, his cock once again erect and wafting in the air.
"I believe Janet was talking to me," John stated, slightly irritated. He passed his wife the tissues and got out of the car, though he could still hear her conversation.
Janet moved closer to Hugh and giggled, “At least my husband lasted three strokes, against your one.”
“I wasn’t allowed to—”
Janet's mouth once again enveloped Hugh’s cock, and she soon moved her head up and down before releasing him and kissing the tip of it.
“Now, hold that thought,” she whispered with a smile and a wink. It was her way of shutting him up, as she didn’t want the night to be spoilt and turn into a male pissing contest.
The evening was over, and it was time for the Joneses to go home and talk – and, of course, fuck!
With John already changed, Janet collected her green dress and went over to the naked Hugh and hugged him. They shared one final kiss. Breaking their nude embrace, Janet thanked him for a wonderful evening and then noticed Hugh’s cock had become fully erect again.
Janet looked at it and giggled, “You’re going to have to take care of that yourself!” and then stepped away and told him to phone her soon.
Hugh looked at John, hoping that he could say something to his wife to prolong the evening.
“Don’t look at me…” John stated, with a straight face, “I'm not going to take care of that either!”
It was a remark that caused Janet to giggle.
The men shook hands as the couple looked to leave, Janet slipping on her green dress and buttoning it up, not bothering with underwear.
While still inwardly smiling, Janet had tried her best to clean up the sticky reminder she was now carrying between her legs. She knew that she had just broken her marriage vows, yet she wondered why she didn’t feel guilty… Deep down, she knew if she returned to work at Somertyn Manor, she would end up breaking them anyway.
The Joneses got into their car and waved goodbye to the still naked Hugh, his erect cock seemingly waving them farewell too as it wobbled from side to side.
John pressed the gate button, and a silence enveloped the car as they watched the gates swing open. Their action started Janet giggling, as their motion reminded her of what her legs had been doing all evening.
A confused John asked why she was laughing. JJ told him and then added… “I can’t believe we just did that!”
Her husband smiled on hearing his wife’s infectious laugh. However, he had to ask, “I know it was not what we expected, but did you enjoy tonight?”
JJ looked down at her hotwife anklet and, with a playful purr, stated, “Maybe too much.”
“It was a bit silly, really—”
“I know. I could have gotten pregnant; as you are aware, I wasn’t on contraception back then.”
John glanced at his wife, wondering why she had mentioned that. “I was talking about the cigarette, you know, they are addictive… and harmful… and…”
Janet just sat there, quiet, but giggling inside. This is why she dearly loved her husband. He was a special man… He was not so much concerned about her doing something idiotic in her past, where she could have been pregnant while she was still in college. He cared more about her present health and whether she had enjoyed herself tonight.
However, deep inside her, she wondered if his reaction was part of a defensive shield. She was aware that there was a large part of John that enjoyed what had just happened – his wife being with another man, reliving her past, flirting, touching her body, and ultimately fucking her!
It had been his idea to make her a hotwife for the night. He had wanted her to play the character of a tart, something that he knew she would readily play… It was a growing part of her persona.
But, she wondered, was there a part of him that was only allowing this because of the love he had for his wife, his JJ… his soulmate!
If she was going to continue to do this, it was a must that her husband enjoyed it too.
Janet pushed that thought to the back of her mind, reminding herself that she needed to find out the answer as soon as possible.
From that point on, the married couple talked about the evening, JJ’s past and their future together, the journey home seeming half the distance of the one there.
The last words Janet mentioned as they pulled up at their house were, “When I get you inside, Mr Jones, I'm going to fuck you just like I did after you kissed that redhead.”
“Tammy Thomas?”
“So you do remember her!”
John gulped and grinned, knowing that he was in for a good night, although his cock and balls may be regretting it in the morning.
*****
The weekend went without any dramas, although Janet had to hide her embarrassment when they collected their two children from John’s parents. It happened when her father-in-law suggested that, judging by Janet’s rosy cheeks, it must have been a wonderful company meal.
His innocent comment made John chuckle, and then he privately winked at his wife, her cheeks now a deep, rosy red.
With John starting a week’s holiday, they had mutually agreed to wait until he went back to work before they phoned Earnest and William. However, it soon became clear that with sexual tension building, they both wanted to talk to them sooner. Ask their questions and explain the rules that they had come up with.
On Sunday evening, just two days after their special date, John made the private call.
“What did they say?” Janet eagerly asked when her husband walked back into the room, having spent some time on the phone talking.
Neither of them had expected what Earnest and William had just told John!
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.
