“This is a clothes photoshoot, Anna,” Ms Morgan barked. “Now that we are wearing evening gowns, we need to show the material of the dresses flowing over the natural contours of our bodies.” Then, pointing towards Janet, Melisa more softly added, “Just follow what Mrs Jones is doing, as she seems to have no qualms about walking around the manor knickerless.
“JJ, be a dear; show Anna how to wear an evening gown.”
Janet smiled to herself. She was wearing a deep blue long evening dress with a long split on the left-hand side, which extended all the way up to her waist. Without the use of a bronze-coloured fastener and a wide, deep blue belt, she would be showing her smooth pussy every time she walked.
Of course, the four other ladies in the room had already seen Mrs Jones naked a multitude of times throughout the day, but this was the first time anyone had been asked to deliberately expose themselves.
Without hesitation, a giggling JJ pulled open the slit in her dress and flashed the other girls.
However, Anna had noted that Melisa seemed to be calling Janet – JJ. “Surely a pet name,” she thought. It made her wonder if something had happened between her former lover and Mrs Jones, as Anna knew only a select few women were invited to call the Creative Director by her first name.
Anna begrudgingly took off her panties and accepted the fact that she was going to be modelling with JJ knickerless. Although she did make sure the older married lady had another good look at her naked body before she slipped on the emerald green dress she had been given to wear. She was intrigued by Mrs Jones and wondered if she would be interested in a night out with her.
With the models ready, Melisa went to the lounge where Ethan was waiting, dressed in his tuxedo. Despite her lingering embarrassment about what had happened earlier, looking at him reminded Janet of what an Adonis of a man he was. It was the same thought as she had at her thirtieth birthday party when she had first seen the eighteen-year-old.
In the lounge, Barnaby, the photographer, gave out instructions as he went through each model's poses and then took group photos of the two women together. They were asked to move closer, their hands soon resting on each other’s buttocks, the intimacy between the girls growing with each flash.
As the camera lights flashed away, John, Earnest and William watched on silently, with the younger man now sitting between the two older lecherous fellows. There was no nudity to see, but the three men’s eyes remained fixed on JJ. Her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, dancer’s legs, and painted pink pouty lips were sufficient to create sexual tension within the room.
But it wasn’t until they moved to the very last evening gown photos that things got a little more intriguing for Janet. They were on the grand staircase, with only the pair and a group photo remaining to be taken.
Barnaby, or Bear, as everyone was calling him, innocently instructed, “Right, girls, I want the two of you posing together, arms around one another, just like you are a real couple going to a University Ball.”
On hearing Bear’s words, JJ inwardly smiled, as she thought that she was a little too old for university.
However, for those looking on, her natural beauty was lighting up the camera lens. Bear already knew that when the photos were developed, it would be Mrs Jones's enchanting, slightly impish look that would dominate every image.
As the two women stood together, Janet was now dressed in a long, teal-coloured gown, its thin rayon material clinging to her otherwise naked body. Under the bright lights, it gave the audience a tantalising hint of the womanly treasures that were waiting to be discovered underneath.
“You meant to be friends… Now get closer,” Ms Morgan suddenly barked, making the two unprepared models jump and land six inches nearer to each other. “Now, as instructed, put your arms around the other's waist. Hands on each other's bottoms, like you are really good friends.”
Janet and Anna did as told. A sly grin appeared on Mrs Jones' face as Anna gently caressed her derrière. First, her fingers danced in little circles, showing her desire for the older lady. Then, when it became clear that Mrs Jones was only going to offer a lopsided grin to stop her, the younger woman's hand gave each of JJ’s bottom cheeks a full grope.
Janet knew that the eighteen-year-old lesbian was interested in her; she had been mulling over that fact during the photoshoot. But she wasn’t sure how to react. Anna wasn’t like Melisa, a grown woman of similar age; she was twelve years younger than her, and yet, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. She wondered what it would be like to experience something beyond what she and Melisa had done earlier.
With her playfulness now to the fore, JJ instinctively squeezed Anna’s young, firm bottom, although her mind kept reminding her that she was only eighteen.
When Janet had to have a similar photo with Ethan, he came over all shy, not wanting to touch Mrs Jones as she was married.
Standing next to him, JJ grabbed his bottom. Unlike with Anna, she did not even try to hide her action, choosing to announce, loudly, “Nice buns.”
The act caused the younger man to blush; he was nervous, which made Janet feel guilty about what she had just said.
“Relax, Ethan, put your hand on my bottom and enjoy the free feel – I'm not going to eat you!”
Timidly, he did as requested, although he looked as if he had been scolded. Ethan was worried about Mr Jones watching them—about what Mrs Jones might want to do to him. The idea of her eating him did not seem out of the question, and his reluctance was not helped by the fact that she kept squeezing his buttocks.
With that, the second photoshoot was over, leaving only the last private one to do.
Melisa called for a ten-minute break. The equipment from the lounge had already been packed away, while the kit on the grand staircase continued to be dismantled, with most of the students planning to leave for home.
Janet went over to see her husband, who was standing with Earnest and William in the lounge, and before he could say anything, she kissed him.
She then asked, "Are you enjoying it?
"Not getting too bored?”
“It’s been enlightening,” he replied, trying not to sound too camp.
JJ giggled and then felt John’s hand come down and squeeze her bottom. It made Janet remark, "You're the third person to do that in the last five minutes–”
William coolly interrupted, “Doesn’t five sound such a more rounded number?” His and Earnest's hands quickly joined John’s hand on her now crowded derrière, bringing a giggle from Mrs Jones.
Janet let the three men touch her for a few seconds before stepping away and stating, “I don’t want us getting too frisky, as I need to get the underwear photoshoot done. I’m assuming you are all going to be watching.”
“We are in the front row seats,” the three men said in unison, their eyes wide like puppy dogs.
“Gentlemen, I hope you don’t mind, but I need to borrow my husband for a minute,” Janet giggled, then smiled before tugging John away. She needed a few private minutes with him.
“Are you really okay, John?” she lovingly asked, kissing her husband before he had a chance to answer.
“I am now,” he replied when they broke apart, having had a top-up of JJ.
“John, this is important to me, but I want to ask you, would you have any objection to Ethan becoming my second boyfriend?"
Since the Joneses had started playing their hotwife game, Janet had always insisted she would rather not have just one regular boyfriend and that she needed at least two frequent lovers. This was because having just one posed the risk of her becoming too emotionally attached.
John kissed his wife again while thinking, his cock now aroused. He eventually cautiously stated, “I don’t know, JJ. If, in the future, I am working at Somertyn Gardens, I have to work with Ethan…” and then, with a grin, added, “Anyway, isn't he young enough to be your son?”
Janet nudged her husband and giggled, “No, he's not; it's only twelve years,” then she cautiously admitted, “Actually, his shyness around women is quite appealing.”
“We will talk about it, JJ, when we're at home. Anyway, you’re not wearing your anklet, so we are not currently playing the game.”
“I know John… I thought it might show up in the photographs, but I’ll put it back on as soon as we get home. I kind of feel naked without it.”
Janet’s words made the couple smile as John’s hands once again massaged his wife’s firm bottom, knowing that it was not long ago she had been showing all.
“John,” JJ tenderly whispered. “I want to move up to a grade four domestic. All this teasing gets me horny, but there is no release. Sometimes a girl needs to cum.”
There was a pause as the aroused couple caringly looked at each other, knowing what Janet had just suggested for the first time had been hanging over them – that if she continued to work at Somertyn Manor, it would inevitably happen.
“JJ, I don’t know…” John stated, his voice uncertain. “I am still finding my way, and I need to be reassured you still have some control, that you're thinking with your head and not your pussy, or as you like to call it, your cunt.”
Janet giggled and then nudged her husband, even though it was quite true that these days she more freely used the C-word.
The couple needed that release, a moment of levity to break any lingering tension that came with the grade-four domestic question. It was there, out in the open, to be discussed.
Smiling, John moved his hand around to Janet’s front and slipped it through the dress's slit. He ran his fingers slowly over Janet’s bare mound in a similar way to how Earnest and William had done earlier.
“I am still learning to enjoy the feeling that I am not the only man who does this to you, JJ.
“Yes, I see your pleasure. I see that wanton look in your eyes, and I know you desire to do more. But let’s take this slowly, though I promise you that I am getting closer, Janet. However, I need to be fully there, and you need to show me that you have some control before you become a grade four domestic. We both know what Earnest and William can be like.”
With those words, John slid a finger into Janet’s wet cunt, producing a wanton moan from his wife.
“I promise we will talk again when we get home,” John then lovingly stated, before withdrawing his finger from JJ’s pussy and offering it to her. She licked it clean, and then the married couple kissed each other with all their love.
As they broke apart, Janet lovingly stated, “I am going to hold you to that, mister, and anyway, I’m on Earnest and William’s clock today, so I'd better get moving.”
“You do know they have been playing their own games,” John whispered, wanting to make sure that his wife knew.
“I know… Melisa hasn’t stopped hitting on me, and then Ethan seemed to turn up at a rather inappropriate time.”
Janet blushed, remembering the moment.
"Melisa, is it, now?”
Janet's blush deepened.
“Yes, Melisa, and when we get home, I have a story you will definitely like hearing, but there is a catch…”
“A catch?”
Janet rubbed John’s cock in his trousers. “I’m going to need you to fuck me long and hard, as I’m currently feeling a little needy.”
John smiled and questioned, “So, I am on a promise?”
JJ just gave her husband a loving smile, then kissed him and lovingly suggested, “You are always on a promise, John. However, I'd better get back to the others, as I need to get changed.”
As John rejoined Earnest and William, the three of them observed JJ’s wiggling bottom travel across the now-empty lounge. Janet knew they were watching, so she put a little more sway into every step. Carrying her lopsided grin, she stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder first at the vacant room and then towards her audience of what she now considered three lecherous men.
She giggled to herself, and then, with a wicked grin, she pulled the slit in her long dress apart and briefly wiggled her bare bottom for her three spectators’ enjoyment. While still giggling, she then let her dress fall back into place and disappeared behind the door.
Her action left the three men staring at the door's dark wood.
*****
Mrs Jones was once again sitting there at her dressing table in the prep room, looking into the mirror. Although she had been embarrassed meeting Ethan in the way she had, she was pleased to see him again.
Janet was attracted to the young, fit man.
It wasn’t just his youthful physical presence that had her suggesting to John that she wanted him for her second boyfriend. There were other, surprising attractions that Ethan was offering. These qualities included his rawness, his general nervousness around her, and his apparent uncertainty about what to say to JJ, all of which were new experiences for her.
Janet planned to have a long talk with her husband about Ethan. She wanted him. She also knew that her sexual desires and thoughts were becoming increasingly libidinous, and even though Hugh was the perfect first new male lover, she didn’t want him to be her last!
If her second boyfriend couldn't be Richard, their fit next-door neighbour, then why couldn’t it be Ethan?
However, it was also true to say Hugh was the perfect first-time hotwife partner – he understood the game and played his part to perfection.
Janet wanted him to win his wife back, but she knew that would take time. Until then, she hoped he would remain her boyfriend and, in the spring, that they would take their ongoing sexual relationship more public and experience some of those naughty carnal acts that Hugh had mentioned on the telephone. It was an illicit thought that sent a warm, pleasurable thrill down her spine and straight to her increasingly needy pussy.
“JJ, we are nearly ready for you,” Melisa called out from the boudoir room, where the closed photoshoot was just about to happen.
Janet was going to be the first model to go in front of the camera.
After one last check of her refreshed makeup in the dressing table mirror, Mrs Jones stood up and walked to the full-length mirror to check the underwear she was modelling.
She was dressed in black fishnet stockings, a wide suspender belt, and black, French-style, silk knickers. Turning to look at her rear, the underwear on her body’s bottom half looked sexy and seductive, but it was what she was wearing on the top half of her body that she had a problem with. Her breasts were now supported by a huge, thick, hammock-like bra, which felt frumpy.
Its presence reminded JJ of what Ms Morgan had whispered to her: “We chose you to wear that bra, as you have tits, unlike Anna.”
For Janet, the demure bra just didn’t feel right. She would have rather worn one of the black half-cup lacy numbers she had at home, as they would have made her voluptuous breasts look even larger. Although the truth was, she would have been equally as content to go out there topless, giving Bear and his team a real show for him to point his camera at.
The last part of her costume was on her feet, a pair of high, black leather stilettos, which Janet liked, and on another day, she might even have considered buying.
“Are you feeling nervous?” Anna remarked from her dressing-table chair. Since they had met earlier, Anna’s eyes were seemingly drawn to the married lady.
Janet glanced at the eighteen-year-old lesbian and then bent down. As she did so, she made sure that her breasts in their dowdy bra cups were in Anna’s full vision. JJ then warmly whispered, “Between you and me, I am quite excited about modelling in just my underwear in front of five men, all drooling at my body. It gets me all tingly.” Then, seeing Anna’s disappointment, she kindly added, “And, of course, I also get extremely excited from flirting with the two gorgeous lesbians as well.”
Anna smiled on hearing those words.
“JJ, you are wanted," Melisa called.
“On my way,” Janet replied loudly.
She looked at Anna again as she pulled the purple sheet that doubled as a modesty screen to one side and warmly said to her, “I see you out there.” Then, as she went to step through the curtain, she gave the eighteen-year-old a playful wink.
As JJ stepped into the boudoir photoshoot, she looked for John and smiled. He was sitting between Earnest and William, grinning at her and what she was wearing.
She walked over to Melisa, who instructed, “Right, JJ, just like in the first two shoots, Barnaby will be giving out the instructions. The first set will involve you standing by the mirror, so remember to pose and look seductive, but not raunchy."
Janet smiled, not really understanding the difference. Then, with a gentle pat on JJ’s bum, Melisa left her in Bear’s capable hands.
“Right,” Barnaby said. “Just remember, Lion will be floating about taking the odd snap too, but always look at my camera lens – nothing else – and smile. If you do that, I guarantee that with those deep blue eyes framed by your blonde hair, you will light up every photo, and no one will notice what you are wearing.”
Janet could not help but grin and glance towards her husband, seeking his reassurance. Then, she adopted a pose as the underwear photoshoot got underway.
“That’s it, Mrs Jones; now look a little more to the left.”
Flash…
“Now look into the mirror.”
Flash…
With occasional glances towards her husband, Janet assumed each pose while Barnaby shouted out his routine instructions.
“Mrs Jones, stand a little upright and push your chest out.”
Flash…
“That’s right.”
Flash…
While suppressing a naughty grin, JJ glanced towards the three lecherous men and then deliberately bent forward to show them and the camera more of her cleavage.
Flash…
“Mrs Jones, this is not a porn shoot,” Ms Morgan cried out while trying to keep her prim and proper image. She was trying not to smile in front of the students, a situation not helped by JJ, who discreetly winked in her direction.
Bear took around twenty photographs of Mrs Jones modelling the underwear whilst she stood by the mirror. But for Janet, it was more than the camera clicking away, as with every flash, there was a little bolt of energy that went straight to her needy pussy. JJ was aroused, as she got a thrill from showing off her body. It was a thrill that had been born when she was with Freddie, her first-ever boyfriend. He had encouraged her to show skin to his friends and walk naked around an abandoned warehouse yard, occasionally taking up explicit poses.
The memory brought a brief private grin for Mrs Jones, as since then she knew she had been a closeted exhibitionist, though today that closet seemed not to exist.
After a little setting up, the set moved to the chaise longue; Janet asked first to sit on it and then sprawl across it. As she did, her eyes caught her husband's, and it produced a lopsided grin from JJ. She eased her legs apart, inch by inch, as the camera clicked and the lights flashed.
She was giving the three lecherous men a little extra entertainment. They all knew it!
Flash…
“This is not a porn shoot, Mrs Jones!”
JJ grinned as she glanced at Melisa and once again discreetly winked, and then adjusted her legs into a more ladylike position.
And so it went on; Janet’s pussy was becoming needier with every camera click, every light flash. JJ was at her playful best, enjoying the teasing and attention her body and beauty were receiving. There was also something she now understood: despite adoring her family, being a mother, and deeply loving John, she loved being JJ.
With her solo set winding down with a few tame poses on the bed, Melisa was trying to hide her smile as she kept her now hawkish eyes on the angle of Janet’s legs. Her new catchphrase was not so far away from her lips…
“This is not a porn shoot, Mrs Jones!”
With Janet’s photoset completed, Anna was called, JJ going over to her husband and gently reminding him with a mischievous grin not to get too comfortable watching the younger model.
Earnest and William, between them, explained to Mrs Jones that her husband was with them and they would look after him.
“That’s what worries me,” she remarked to the two older gentlemen, “you do seem to lead us Joneses astray.”
“Surely not,” Earnest replied, his remark backed up by his older friend.
Janet looked at John and kissed him again, then lovingly stated, “You wait until I get you home.” Her comment caused a large smile from her husband.
Anna appeared wearing a modest, old-fashioned, black girdle that covered her small breasts and ran down to her thighs. On her legs were black seamed stockings and on her feet, black high-heeled shoes.
JJ giggled, seeing that Anna’s young, eighteen-year-old body was completely covered in the elasticated material, from her neck to her thighs.
She turned to her husband, noting that John did not have much of Anna’s bare skin to look at, then gave him a knowing grin and giggled, “Enjoy.”
“Mrs Jones.”
It was Melisa calling her.
“JJ, as you know, you're way around Somertyn Manor. Please be a dear and see what’s happened to Ethan. We are going to need him here in twenty-five minutes.”
So, wearing her white dressing gown and matching slippers, Janet left her husband to watch Anna and went in search of Ethan. She suspected that she would find him getting changed in the bathroom at the top of the stairs. It was the only room that had been opened on the first floor, having been temporarily rigged with power…
To be continued…
Author's Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2026 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.
