He mumbled something. The swing of the jewel was tantalising—drawing her in, relaxing her…

*****

With her mind now feeling tranquil and the ruby and gold necklace adorning her neck, JJ confidently walked into the dining room, where she was greeted by Earnest and her grinning husband.  

John saw not only his beautiful wife lighting up the room, but he also noticed the red, high-cut slip dress and the bulge of her breasts threatening to escape its top. Looking lower, he observed that the high-cut sides of the dress revealed to both him and the staring Earnest that Janet was indeed wearing hold-up stockings.

Their eyes tracked her across the decorated room, and with every step, the gawping men were treated to a flash of her bare thigh and stocking top. Her attentive audience was taking in her alluring body, JJ’s wobbling breasts mesmerising them.

However, for John, it was the fact that she was wearing the red slip dress that had registered the most in his mind. It was telling him that JJ had signed the contract and was now a Grade Three Domestic.

“You signed?” John questioned, noticing for the first time the new red jewel hanging from JJ’s neck.

“I did,” his wife warmly replied, before giving her husband a quick peck on the cheek.

“This is nice,” John remarked, touching the ruby necklace.

“It is William’s. He has lent it to me, as it goes with the dress… He needs to see you in the changing room straight away, and by the way, I’m now on the clock!”

To emphasise the point, Janet stepped next to Earnest and put her arm around his waist. The older man reciprocated, pulling Janet close to him and then dropping his hand to her bottom. 

She did not attempt to remove it, as she was now a Grade Three Domestic, and her husband kept quiet too, as he left to see William, leaving Janet and Earnest alone.

“So you signed the contract, Janet,” Earnest stated enthusiastically, his hand now travelling and finding the dress’s side split.

Feeling relaxed with the new dynamic, Janet did nothing to stop his wandering fingers as they found her bare thigh, his hand just above the stocking top.

“I did sign, but there is one proviso, Earnest. Tonight, my husband has to tell both William and you that he wants me to do the role… I need it to be his decision, his choice that I work here as a Grade Three Domestic.”

“Oh, I see…” Earnest fingers stalled, unsure.

Janet moved her mouth close to the older man’s ear. “So if you want to touch me, you’d better make the most of this moment, as it won’t happen again if John says no.”

Without another word, Earnest’s fingers moved upwards, Janet opening her legs a little to give him easier access. She gasped as his digits brushed the wetness of her knickers and, like she did with William, backed into him. Her bottom pressed into the older man’s cock, confirming that he was aroused and large, but not as huge as William's.

“Finger me, Earnest,” she whispered, his digits sliding under the waistband of her panties and gliding downwards across her bald mound.

“I can’t do that, Janet. You need to be a level four domestic, but I can tell you that Marion was shaved like you are… So, this is a welcome surprise for me.”

Earnest slid his hand once again across her bare mound before withdrawing it, leaving Janet’s pussy wet and wanting. But, part of her was pleased, as she realised both men had honoured the contract, yet it was also true to say she wouldn’t have stopped them if they had gone a little further and slid a digit into her. After all, her husband had said, “Everything is okay short of fucking.”

It was at that moment that the doorbell rang.

With Earnest having disappeared to answer the front door, it gave Janet the chance to look around the old-fashioned dining room and see how it had been decorated. There were red and purple streamers hanging from the walls, matching balloons everywhere and a rather large cake with a big thirty on it.

“At least they didn’t put thirty candles on it,” she thought, now feeling distinctly middle-aged.

Janet hadn’t expected to see oversized crackers on the table, especially since it wasn’t Christmas, with each one having a name written on it. 

Earnest returned, along with young Ned, who, despite his nickname, was actually in his fifties. It turned out that old Ned was another farmer who was in his eighties.

However, more intriguing to Janet was the young man who was standing next to him, Ethan. She knew that he had just turned eighteen, but it was his looks that drew her to him. Like her husband, Ethan was tall, handsome, and had a chiselled jaw, and there was more. She sensed he was fit and had the body of a man who rowed a lot, with large biceps and broad shoulders. JJ thought he was hunky, an Adonis of a man.

Ethan smiled at Janet, and she found herself smiling back, wondering what he looked like naked, her pussy aroused by that very thought… It was only then that a little voice caught that naughty idea, and told JJ that she was only a Grade Three Domestic – that her husband told her that he was not ready for fucking.

Both men warmly hugged Janet, wishing her a “Happy Birthday,” her dress almost spilling its contents as she wrapped her arms around each of the new arrivals. Standing back, now with a glass of bubbly in her hand, Janet thought both men looked smart in their tuxedos, although young Ned still had the whiff of the farmyard about him.

As they congregated in the dining room waiting for William and John to appear, the three men and Janet got chatting. JJ learnt that Ned was married, lived in a farm cottage, and was now working full-time for Earnest and William. While Ethan was single and studying for a degree at the local agriculture college, he wouldn’t be working full-time until his course was completed next year.

William and John entered the room, her husband coming over to reclaim his wife as his hand rested on her bottom. While Janet smiled and enjoyed his touch, she also noticed that her husband was now wearing the pocket watch, its presence making her smile get a little wider.

The wine and the conversation flowed as the newly formed ‘project’ group got to know one another, with Janet’s wobbling boobs often becoming the men’s centre of attention, while the hostess trolley kept the food warm.

However, it wasn’t long before William grabbed everyone's attention, and the six of them took their seats. Janet was at one end of the table; next to her on the left was Ethan, and on her right was William. At the other end of the table was John, with Ned to his right and Earnest to his left.

Before the food was served, the glasses were refreshed, and the crackers were pulled. Each man had a miniature spirit, although Ethan just got a small bottle of lemonade. Even though he was eighteen, William jested that he was not old enough for hard liquor. It brought a chuckle from the rest of the people sitting around the table.

But it was Janet’s cracker which produced the biggest laugh. Along with the red hat, which had “officially middle-aged” written on it, was a bottle of sherry and two red nipple tassels. One had a bold three written on it, and the other, a bold zero.

“I’m not wearing them!” Janet exclaimed, unseen, her words bringing a knowing smile from William.

Playing along, JJ giggled too, although she had the distinct impression that the slogan on her hat was her husband’s suggestion, while she thought that there was no doubt the nipple tassels had been Earnest and William’s idea.

As soon as the laughter died down, it was time for the two older men to talk about the project. However, when William stood up, he told his audience that there was an experiment going on.

He suggested that, as a bet, he had hypnotised two people who sat at the table, and they were going to give the rest of them a little entertainment.

William glanced towards Earnest and stated, “I will be collecting your money at the end of the evening.” Turning to Mr Jones, he then clearly said, “John, budgerigar.”

As soon as he heard the word, John’s body went limp, and his head rolled to one side as if he were asleep.

“To you all, it may look like Mr Jones is sleeping. However, I will assure all of you that he isn’t. He is in a state of joyful, happy paralysis, which means he can hear everything that goes on here.

“For instance… John, what colour is your wife’s dress?”

“Red.”

“Very good…

“John, do you want your wife working at Somertyn Manor as a Grade Three Domestic?”

“Yes.”

“John, state it clearly.”

“I want JJ working here as a Grade Three Domestic.”

Now smiling, William asked, “John, please once again state what colour your wife’s dress is.”

“Red.”

Turning to the table, William explained that it was a reset question. He then looked at Mrs Jones while he asked her husband the next question.

“John, what colour is your wife’s underwear?”

Janet looked surprised and then stared at her “sleeping” husband.

“Black panties… She hasn’t got a bra on.”

“On that second point… I think we can see that, Mr Jones.”

It was a comment that brought a general titter from around the table as all eyes switched to Janet. Her face was now blushing, while her nipples pressed hard against the dress's material – she was incredibly turned on.

“We will come back to Mrs Jones' underwear in a moment. However, we have one more question for Mr Jones… John, do you want your wife to be a hotwife?”

“Yes, I want JJ to be a hotwife,” he instantly retorted, his voice flat, unemotional.

William just turned to Janet and asked, “You have your answer, Mrs Jones… Are you now satisfied?”

With her throat dry, she replied, "Yes." Janet was surprised that the hypnotism had worked, and she was pleased that she now had a truthful answer from her husband.

William turned to Mr Jones and once again stated, “John, you are going to wake when I snap my fingers, and you will not remember what you have just said.”

There was a click of fingers, and John woke up and acted as if nothing had happened. A small ripple of applause now circulated the room, and like any showman, William took a bow.

However, he wasn’t quite finished.

“Lady and gentlemen, as I mentioned earlier, there are two people who have been hypnotised. We have seen Mr Jones–”

“I wasn’t hypnotised,” John abruptly announced to the room, which had everyone laughing, including his wife.

William turned to him and once again clearly said, “John, budgerigar.”

The words brought Mr Jones to an instant stupor, which produced another laugh from the room and a second, lower bow from William.

“Now, as I said, there is a second person here who has been hypnotised.” William put his arm around Janet and pulled her close. “As you might have guessed, Mrs Jones is under my influence, in a subjective hypnotic state.

“That means she is aware of everything going on but is extremely relaxed, even mellow. It is like when you are happy from drinking alcohol, or for you, Ethan, wacky baccy… Isn’t that what you students smoke?”

Ethan cringed and, without thinking, quipped, “Is Mrs Jones your carer?”

“I’m only in my mid-sixties, Ethan,” William curtly replied, slightly annoyed.

“Sixty-seven,” Earnest muttered loudly, bringing a hard stare from his older friend and a titter from around the table.

“Do you want me to hypnotise both of you? Fancy being a chicken, Ethan?”

Earnest injected, “William, remember, I know hypnotism doesn’t work that way.” He had answered for the younger man, as he knew it was important for all the people on their project to be able to work together.

“Quite,” William remarked before he turned to Mr Jones… “John, you are going to wake when I snap my fingers.”

He did just that, and Mr Jones woke up with a start.

As John looked around, he noticed Williams' hand around his JJ. He then smiled at his wife, realising that he hadn't missed seeing what was about to happen.

While still holding court, William suggested, “Mrs Jones, starting with your husband, please slowly replenish everyone's drinks… And as you do so, make sure every man has a good look down your top.”

William held Janet’s arm.

“Just before you go, I want to make clear to the audience that Mrs Jones does not normally dress like this. This is very much part of this hypnotism experiment and therefore covered by the NDA, which you have all signed.”

Taking the bottle of red wine, she went to her husband, almost pressing her breasts into his face, which made Janet nervously giggle. She topped up his glass and then pecked her husband on the lips before continuing on her journey.

Sitting next to her husband was Ned. He had made sure that he had an empty glass, which kept lowering as Janet poured, to make sure he had the perfect view of Mrs Jones' two bosoms. Then, as she stepped away, he puckered his lips to suggest a kiss.

Janet giggled to herself and pecked the top of his head instead.

It was Ethan’s turn. As she moved closer, JJ felt an attraction towards this young, athletic man. She noticed that he had tried to do similarly to Ned, although he hadn’t been quick enough to empty his wine glass. It was still half full.

Feeling naughty and acting salaciously, Janet poured his top up at half the speed she had done for Ned. It was a knicker-damping action, as she was making sure that Ethan had a good look down her top. 

“Lucky Earnest and I are old enough to receive this type of care,” William teased. The comment brought a chuckle from his best friend, their eyes now on Ethan.

Feeling wicked and somewhat sorry for the younger man, JJ kissed the top of his head and warmly teased. “I’m sure I’ll find time to take care of you, too!”

The naughty remark brought a sudden, endearing, shy look from Ethan as he looked at Janet and took a large gulp of his wine.

“Now, Mrs Jones, we have to verify the colour of your knickers? I seem to remember that your husband told everyone that they were black. I think we need to prove that.”

“You know that they are,” Janet replied, William having seen them earlier.

“That might be the case, Mrs Jones, but Ethan and young Ned don’t know that… Perhaps you could lift the front of your dress and show them?” 

“You do it, William,” she anxiously replied, not wanting to show that her hands were in danger of starting to shake, caused by a mixture of both nervousness and excitement. Janet held her arms rigid by her side as she tried to suppress the tremble.

Standing there like a soldier, she couldn’t help wondering if the birthday girl was going to end up in her birthday suit in front of five men, two of them strangers until tonight.

William smirked and came up behind Janet. “Now relax and close your eyes,” he whispered just loud enough for all to hear. Unseen, his hardness brushed her bottom, bringing a flush of desire to JJ’s inner core, the urge to reach back and touch his stiffness.

She stared at her husband, knowing she was now a Grade Three Domestic and that he was the only person here who had the authority to stop this unveiling. But his face was difficult to read, as it seemed to have pride, lust and agony written all over it. And yet, his eyes were staring longingly at JJ.

Janet’s legs went weak as she expected William to lift the front of the red slip dress and show her small black and increasingly wet G-string to the rest of the table. She knew the lace material didn’t hide a lot – it wasn’t designed to!

“Now, Mrs Jones, close your eyes… trust me.”

With one last loving look at her husband, her eyelids came down, closing the light and the world outside. The rest of her senses were heightened, anticipating the cool waft of air brushing against her thighs as the hem of her dress was lifted.

However, a different sense came into play as JJ heard the rasping sound of the dress's zipper coming down – the dress going loose at her shoulders.

“Trust me, Mrs Jones…” They were warm, softly spoken words, whispers that felt as if they had magically materialised in her head.

JJ closed her eyes, feeling her body coming more and more alive. The sound of the zipper travelling downwards filled her ears, while her nipples became hard and eager to be touched, and her pussy was soaked, yearning for attention.

There was a moment of silence when the zipper reached its end.

“Trust me, Mrs Jones,” William breathed, this time so only the two of them could hear.

Her dress fell away.

JJ gasped. A brief coolness touched her body, her eyes daring not to open.

Then, in an instant, she felt William’s now familiar hands cup her breasts, and then they were unexpectedly gone.

As the dress fell, Janet’s hands instinctively covered her pussy. She was standing there, her eyes still shut, and yet, JJ felt the power of entitlement – a desire to show more – to indeed parade in front of the five men in her birthday suit.

A form of unexpected music filled her ears, clapping… Her audience was congratulating her performance, or was it William’s?

With her hands protecting her modesty, Janet cautiously opened one eye and glanced at her husband, who was smiling, looking at her with pride… His hands applauded just like the other men around the table.

Relieved, she stood there almost at attention, her dress now pooled around her ankles. Janet was now only dressed in high stilettos, hold-up stockings, and a small black lace G-string, confirming her colour choice of underwear.

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