It was a crisp but clear January morning as the Joneses strolled hand-in-hand up the hill toward Somertyn Manor, having just dropped their children off at John’s parents’ house. They were on the way to Janet’s photoshoot, the one she had agreed to do, when William called her last November.
Since then, Janet had excitedly signed a contract to be one of the models, having never done anything quite like this before, although the idea of parading her body in front of a camera did greatly appeal to her psyche.
The event was to promote the new clothing designs of the students at the local art college. Earnest and William were sponsoring the occasion and were also patrons of the college.
As they walked, the conversation shifted to Hugh, who was JJ’s surreptitious boyfriend and an integral part of their hotwife game.
“How did it go with Hugh, his ex-wife and their children over Christmas?” John asked.
Over the holiday period, Cindy and their children stayed for a couple of days at Hugh’s house. Their breakup and subsequent divorce had only been finalised six months ago, but Hugh still harboured thoughts of getting back together with Cindy.
Janet glanced towards her husband. “It went okay, I guess. I mean, considering their situation, I would struggle to forgive you if you cheated on me!” JJ barely concealed the dull disapproval in the undertones of her voice that Hugh had cheated on his wife.
The shrouded emotion caught John by surprise, and he found himself asking, “Am I allowed to look at the other models today?"
He did not want to upset his wife.
“I’m sorry, John, of course you can… I didn’t mean to sound so possessive. It’s just that I’m not as strong as you—I would have an issue sharing you with another woman.”
Relieved, John had been planning to look anyway, and he replied, “That’s because I’m perfect, as you well know!”
When the expected nudge came from the smiling JJ, he accepted it with a playful grin. He added, to clarify, “I have not heard anything about Vincent, but it's only a matter of time before he starts cheating on Cindy. He is that sort of man.”
John was aware of Vincent, Cindy’s new partner, through a loose association as he worked for one of his company's suppliers. John had agreed to provide information to Hugh and help him win his ex-wife back, but they all knew it was a long game and not something that was going to happen overnight.
“So what happened with Hugh?”
“We fucked twice on Tuesday and twice more on Thursday,” Janet giggled, knowing that was not what her husband wanted to know.
John laughed and, unusually, playfully nudged his wife. He knew she was playing around, teasing him, having already heard what happened sexually with Hugh. After all, he had reclaimed her every time she had been with her boyfriend.
Janet relented, “Neutral, I would suggest. They didn’t fuck, but they didn’t argue. Hugh told me that for two days, they all got along as a family.”
The way his wife had explained it made John inwardly smile; it was so different from what she would have said before she started working at Somertyn Manor, before she became JJ.
“John, I know you said no, but there is something I want you to reconsider.” Janet pulled him into an empty bus shelter. The stone-and-wood structure was built into the Manor's high front wall.
She kissed her husband, John’s hands pulling her close. He wondered what she was after.
Breaking from their kiss, JJ’s blue eyes looked into her husband’s green ones, and John sensed that what Janet was about to say was important to his wife.
“In the summer, if Hugh and I are still together, I would like to occasionally stay over at his place, just like he was my real boyfriend.”
John wasn’t shocked that the issue had come up again; he knew it would. What surprised him was that it had happened so quickly since they last discussed it. Then, as he processed the question, he felt his wife's hand resting on the front of his trousers while she touched his hardening cock through the material.
“You like that idea?” A smiling Janet suggested.
“I like the idea of your hand touching me, JJ. That’s why I am getting aroused.” John gently eased her hand away, then leaned forward and pecked his wife on her lips to reassure her. “We'd better stop; you've got your professional modelling photoshoot to do. Otherwise, we might be making full use of this bus shelter.”
“Promises, promises,” JJ giggled as they broke apart. “I'm going to hold you to that, John. Though, honestly, I believe the photoshoot is only going to be a couple of people and a man with his camera.”
John raised his eyebrows; it had felt like he spent half the holiday hearing how his wife was now a professional model. He also thought, as the photoshoot was at Somertyn Manor, and more importantly, Earnest and William were involved, there would be a lot more there than a couple of people and a camera.
Janet continued; she was still talking about Hugh. “John, there is a chance that Cindy and Hugh might get back together, and we all want that! But it does mean that I might only have limited time before then. And that is one thing I do need, time with Hugh, if I am going to explore some of the things that are in that hotwife book you bought me for Christmas – You should read it!”
“Good present then!” John chirped and then grinned before he received the expectant nudge from his equally grinning wife.
John knew that Janet was right. He should show more interest in the book; lately, his reading had been all about horticulture and how to service farm machinery, especially tractors!
“I think about it, JJ, and I promise that I will read the book. But whatever we decide, it must not affect family life.”
“Agreed,” Janet replied, smiling.
“While we're talking, have you had any more thoughts on being with another woman? I certainly would like to watch that, even if I’m not allowed to participate!”
JJ rolled her eyes and wondered if all men were the same. When she mentioned this subject to Earnest and William, they both admitted that Marion had readily enjoyed sex with other women while they both watched and normally joined in.
Mrs Jones had admitted to the two older men that the idea did not repel her. But she didn’t know many women outside the ones at the school gate. More importantly, unlike men, she didn’t even know how she would go about meeting a likely female sex playmate.
John, I'm still thinking about it,” JJ replied with a smile, not at all shocked that her husband had asked her for the umpteenth time. In fact, since reading the hotwife book, the idea had started to greatly appeal to her, but she wasn’t quite ready to admit that to her husband.
Janet took her husband's hand and said excitedly, “We need to get to the Manor; I don’t want to be late.”
“We are still early, JJ,” John replied, holding her still. He had one more thing he wanted to enquire about. “Before we go, I wanted to ask you if you started using the butt plugs."
"Shush, John." Janet stared down the empty street, her face suddenly flushed. She seemed embarrassed to talk about that subject in the open, and yet, privately, they both knew it was at the top of her list of new sexual acts she wanted to experience. The biggest issue was that John didn’t seem to be interested in anal sex.
“The answer is no, not yet, but soon, and remember that they work just as well on men!”
“I know, but they weren’t my Christmas present.”
“They don’t have to be,” JJ grinned. “I would be very happy to share them with you!”
That shut John up. He hadn’t thought of that, and holding the giggling Janet’s hand, he guided her out of the bus shelter. They were only a minute away from Somertyn Manor’s front gate and the photoshoot, but John had one more thing he wanted to say…
“I have been thinking about the utility room that you suggested.”
Janet glanced at John, suddenly interested.
They stopped walking again, and Janet turned towards her husband, then uttered, “Go on.”
“After giving it some careful thought, I believe it is an excellent idea. However, why don’t we go the whole hog and make it a larger, two-storey extension?
“On the ground floor, we could have a large utility room with an attached bathroom; we need one downstairs. We can move the back door from the kitchen to the utility room, freeing up space in the kitchen. Then upstairs, we could have a double bedroom with its own ensuite bathroom, what do you think?”
“John, I’m not planning on having any more children; that’s why I had my tubes clipped. I thought we had agreed on that!”
There was something in the way JJ looked at her husband that made him sense that there was something else there, something she was not saying.
“I know, and we did—”
Janet cut in, not letting her husband finish the sentence. “Look, John, I’m thirty, middle-aged, and have had two difficult pregnancies… But, okay, if you want me to, I will ask my gynaecologist during my five-year check-up next month."
John hadn’t expected his wife to say that! They had never discussed having a third child before, and it felt a little surreal to be having their first discussion about it while standing on the pavement outside Somertyn Manor.
John continued. “Actually, JJ, I was thinking more of a guest bedroom. So we can put up visitors, like your mother, if she chooses to visit and wants to stay. However, if you want another child—"
“I’m not sure, John… I think about it sometimes, maybe because of my hormones, or maternal instinct, or the fact that we have two kids in school. Do you ever think about us having another baby?"
“Yes, I have thought about it!
“But I am also happy to be where we are now in our lives. Do you want to go through all the pregnancy risks again? That concerns me. You would have a young baby to look after while I am often out on the road?”
“Maybe, John. I just don’t know.”
“Janet, I will support you if that is what you want. Why not ask your gynaecologist and see what she says, and then we will have a serious talk?
“And don’t forget, if we find ourselves in a position where we can try for another child, we will have to give up hotwifing – our game.”
“I know John.”
Janet squeezed her husband’s hand, passing on her understanding and affection to him.
His wife’s action had John reminiscing… After Jenna, they never had any spare money, so there wasn’t any suggestion of having a third child. They simply could not afford it. However, when Janet was sterilised, they had chosen to go for clips because his wife’s gynaecologist had told them it was offered as the best solution if they ever wanted it reversed.
They started to walk once again. As they approached the front gate of Somertyn Manor, Janet continued talking about having another child. It made John realise that the matter must have been on JJ’s mind for a little while.
"Though, of course, children are expensive, but so is a two-storey extension. If we decide to do this, do you think we could afford it? After all, we have only just become better off.”
“JJ, I think you will find that two-storey extensions are relatively cheap compared to having another child. We could ask our next-door neighbour if the project is feasible; since he is an architect, he could even provide us with a price estimate.”
Janet stopped walking and turned to her husband, both pleased and shocked at what he was suggesting.”
“He's dangerous, John… You even said it!”
“JJ, I know you've been avoiding him since your one-to-one swim. But all you need to do is stick to our rules.”
“I know, but it's not so easy when it comes to Richard. I had to put the short fence panel back to help stop my temptation.”
John smiled in agreement, as he knew that was true.
He then warmly reminded his wife, “I know, JJ, but I have been generous; I have only asked you not to fuck him.”
It was Janet’s turn to weakly smile as they turned and started to walk again, the entrance gate just before them. “Okay, John, it’s a good idea. I will ask Richard in the week to see what he thinks.”
“No fucking," John jested, still smiling.
“Of course not, I’m going to phone him!” Janet replied, now grinning.
John laughed, and together, they turned and faced Somertyn Manor, then stopped as there seemed to be young people everywhere.
The manor's car park was full of cars and had two transit vans in it. One had the words ‘Art Department’ written on the side of it, while the other seemed to be owned by a commercial lighting company.
"John, is it possible that all these people are here for the photoshoot?"
“I don’t know, JJ, but they seemed to be going in and out of the Manor’s front door.”
Looking at the north side of Somertyn Manor, the right side of the building was covered in tarpaulin and scaffolding, and you could only just see the stonework underneath it in a few places. However, from the front entrance and to its left, the covers had all been removed. There, the building looked as new.
“I feel nervous,” JJ remarked.
“I feel nervous too,” John replied without thinking.
“You’re not helping; there are so many people here.”
“They seem to be all college students – well, youngsters.”
“You're still not helping, John.” This time, Janet’s words were reinforced with a gentle nudge.
Janet pulled out the signed contract, which Earnest and William had given her.
It read…
Dear Mrs Jones,
Please take this letter as the agreed contract. You will need to sign one of the two copies and return it to us.
I agree and understand, as a Domestic Grade Three, that I, with two TBC models, will wear and model the 1986 EGUL collection of student clothes. There will be three sets of clothes to model in each category, made to your already given measurements.
Ms Melisa Morgan, the College's Creative Director, will be overseeing the photoshoot. She will introduce you to the photographer, stylist and makeup artist.
There was a date and time mentioned, as well as a large sum of money—Janet's payment. Finally, there was a place for her to sign, something she had done without thinking.
“Perhaps I signed it too hastily, John.”
“What does EGUL stand for?” He questioned.
“I never asked… I thought it might be an event sponsor.”
“Well, it’s done now,” John stated, “let's go in together and find out.”
With so many younger people around, Janet felt uneasy as she stepped across the threshold into Somertyn Manor. As she passed the olive green front door, she realised that in the six and a half years since she started working there, this visit was only the third time she had entered the manor through the main entrance.
Still gripping her husband’s hand, Janet took in the manor's large entrance hall, its dark wood panelling and the dominating grand staircase with its landing on the floor above. It felt like she was reuniting with a long-lost friend. Her fingers lightly brushed the wood panelling, signalling to the manor that she was there.
“I have missed this place,” she absent-mindedly murmured, bringing a knowing glance from her husband.
Moving his mouth close to his wife’s ear, he whispered, “Do you know where we're meant to go?” He was surprised that none of the college students seemed to have noticed them, as they all seemed to have tasks to do.
“I guess we need to find Melisa Morgan,” Janet replied, unsure. “Or Earnest and William, if they are here,” she added more confidently.
They were just about to ask when a young, tall, muscularly built lady, with short, dyed red hair, appeared carrying a large spotlight under each arm. She was taller and larger in size than John.
Putting the lights down, she introduced herself as April and was currently helping set up the lighting at each location, although she wore a lanyard with a large badge hanging from it that read APE security.
“I am looking for Ms Melisa Morgan,” Janet explained, showing April the contract letter, her thumb strategically covering how much she was being paid.
“Please wait here, Mrs Jones. I’ll go and get Ms Morgan,” April stated with a smile, having read the heading on the letter.
As they waited, they observed the two older male teenagers at the foot of the stairs, and it became obvious that one photo set was going to be shot there. The shorter man, dressed rather dapperly in a long, white, furry jacket, was operating a professional-looking camera, which was mounted on a tripod.
The taller man, who appeared to be doing most of the work, was easy to spot due to his long, evenly cut, strawberry blonde hair. It was also noticeable how he could stretch and reach remarkable heights and then adjust the temporary lighting that currently adorned the grand staircase.
April returned, and with her was a tall, slightly austere-looking lady with round glasses and little makeup. Her long brown hair was tied up, and she wore a tartan business suit and a white blouse with frills on the front. The way she dressed made her look much older than she was. With closer inspection, it was doubtful she had reached forty, and there was even a hint of attractiveness hidden behind the projected hard veneer of her complexion.
But it was the way she moved that had caught John’s eye. She did not walk; she shuffled, her buttocks clenched. It made him wonder if something had been stuffed up her arse, and he stifled a chuckle as he thought of his wife’s still unused butt plugs.
Behind her were Earnest and William, who were sporting their newly won suntans. Both of them were dressed in casual suits, and John was thankful that he had worn his black jacket and a dark shirt to go with his black jeans. He had not been aware that you were meant to dress up for this EGUL-sponsored event.
With a slight nod, April picked up her two lights and left Mr and Mrs Jones with the three new arrivals.
With a business-like voice, the tartan-suited lady introduced herself. “Mrs Jones, I’m Ms Morgan, the creative director, and I'm in charge of today’s student photoshoot. I am also the head of the art department at the college.”
Then, with a curt smile, she offered Janet her hand, which she shook.
Still holding court, Ms Morgan then turned towards John and thrust out her hand, which, just like his wife had done, he shook.
She declared, “Mr Jones, I am told.” She glanced towards William, who nodded in return. “I am told that you are our guest of honour, and therefore, you may call me Melisa." Then, a little curtly, she stated, "Earnest and William will be looking after you.”
Despite being “Guest of Honour,” John didn’t smile. He felt like he had been dismissed, and he stepped back. He wanted to watch his wife’s interaction with this rather blunt and slightly rude woman, who he thought was almost certainly a lesbian.
“So do I call you Ms Morgan or Melisa?” Janet nervously enquired.
The creative director looked over the brim of her round glasses. “Ms Morgan, of course, you are working for me, unlike your husband.”
John quickly suppressed his smile as JJ glanced his way. He sensed that his wife knew that he was relishing the sight of another woman flirting with her. That he would wallow in reminding her that he had been made the “Guest of Honour.”
“Though, Mrs Jones…" There was a pause as Ms Morgan slowly ran her eyes over Janet’s curves. She was making her intentions very clear not only to JJ, but also to the three men standing there. “If things go well today, maybe I will let you call me, Melisa.”
Janet looked at her husband, who smiled, then surreptitiously winked. They both were well aware that John had no issues with watching his wife with another woman. It had been one of the first things that he had suggested when they opened up their marriage.
With all of them still standing there, Ms Morgan turned towards the two young men working on the grand staircase and clapped her hands twice.
They both looked towards the creative director.
“This is Mrs Jones, our mature model. She will be working with us today.” The two young men switched their gazes to Janet, who tried hard not to blush or to show her annoyance at being called “mature.”
As John watched, he stifled a chuckle, knowing that his wife wouldn’t like being called mature, nor would he be letting that nugget of information go when he and Janet had a private moment.
“Mrs Jones, this is Barnaby. He will be the principal photographer for today’s photoshoot.”
The man with the camera at the foot of the stairs stepped closer and shook Janet’s hand. “Everyone calls me Bear because of my name, and this is Lion, my right-hand man.” Barnaby pointed up at the tall, blonde man at the top of the stairs. “He will also be taking a few photos, mainly the casual snapshots."
“Let me guess, Leo,” Janet suggested, shouting upwards.
Bear laughed and then answered for Lion. “No, his real name is Wayne, but everyone calls him Lion due to his mane of blonde hair.”
“Nice to meet you,” Wayne called down to the blushing Mrs Jones before going back to work.
Ms Morgan turned to face the onlookers, Earnest, William and John. “Right, enough of the jollities; we are going to leave you three here so I can introduce Mrs Jones to the rest of the crew.”
“How many people are going to be there?” John asked, wondering. He knew Janet was nervous, especially since, other than Melisa, the rest of the crew were younger than JJ.
“Once we close the set, there will be twelve people in total, which includes the seven of us here.” She then huffed, “Any more questions?”
“No,” John abruptly stated, knowing she was expecting none.
John intensely watched Ms Morgan’s hand as it guided JJ toward the library. As they walked towards the door, her hand slipped downwards. And by the time they had reached the library's door, her hand was nestling firmly on Janet's jean-clad bottom.
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.
