The sign read “Somertyn Manor,” and it was fastened to an imposing high wall. Janet had never noticed the sign before, unlike the impressive manor house that lay at the end of the footpath running from the front gate.

She didn’t know very much about the stone building other than it seemed huge, had windows on three different levels, and was built in eighteen fifty-five. That last piece of information had been provided by a date stone, located above the green front door.

However, unlike Friday morning when she had her job interview, today, Janet had been requested to use the side gate and side door. She was now an employee. With the side doorbell rung, she stood there, her feet nervously shuffling from side to side, her pussy damp in expectation.

As she waited, she recalled her husband John's last whispered words from earlier that morning as he left for work. “Good luck and have fun,” he had said before moving closer, giving her a goodbye kiss, and whispering, “Don’t forget to ask if you can bring your uniforms home.”

Although she was curious about what the day would hold, it was her husband's last sentence that was currently dominating her thoughts. It made her pussy tingle in agreement as she realised her husband had a thing for her dressing up sexily, maybe in uniforms. It was something that they still needed to discuss… And it was something she was beginning to think she would be willing to embrace.

However, today, unsure of what to wear, Janet chose to dress casually in a mummy blouse, a skirt, and old cotton underwear. Standing there, she now felt it was all a little too frumpy. Feeling uncertain, she pulled her light jacket around her to cover her top half.

The side door swung open, catching her momentarily in her thoughts.

“Come in, Mrs Jones,” William somewhat formally announced. His authoritarian manner only added to Janet’s nervousness.

This was Janet’s big day, her first real job.

Inside, Earnest joined them as they toured the manor, first showing Janet the ground floor.

The manor house was longer than wide. A corridor ran down the building's spine, with rooms on either side. The large dining room and billiard room at the front appeared to have remained unchanged from the 1930s. At the corridor's far end, past the entrance hall and its grand staircase, was a more modern lounge that ran the full width of the manor.

As they walked, the two older men explained that they had jointly inherited the manor house and estate in 1957 after William’s great aunt Petunia passed away, he being her only blood relative.

However, the inheritance came with one major condition: they both had to live in the manor house and were never allowed to sell it.

“Of course, Mrs Jones, in 1957, we were still relatively young men living in London, with our own lives. Coming here and living in the countryside took quite some time to adjust—didn’t it, Earnest?”

“William is right. It was difficult to adjust. We had to sell half of the estate to make it manageable. I believe you and your husband now live in one of the houses built on our old land.”

Janet, who was now more relaxed, told Earnest that they had bought their house nearly six years ago, just after their wedding.

The tour took Janet along the south side of the manor, first to the library where she had her interview, followed by two bathrooms and a study. Earnest and William explained that this part of the house is where she would be mainly working, as there was little to do upstairs. The rooms up there were mainly mothballed and hadn’t been used since they inherited the place.

A long, private summer house ran along the south side of the house, and a high-walled courtyard garden contained the rear of the manor. It was full of all types of flowers, with climbing roses adorning many of the walls.

“This place is lovely!” Janet exclaimed, taken in by its brightness and colour. It was in contrast to the rather drab and dull manor house interior.

“Janet, this courtyard is where William and I spend a lot of our time. We are keen gardeners, but this is a large area, and sometimes we will need you to help us.”

“We are not getting any younger, Mrs Jones,” William chirped in, his voice, for the first time, engaging. "We mentioned in your interview that we would need your help, although we also have young Ned assisting us; he takes care of the gardens around the manor."

Janet injected, “Not while I’m here, dressed like you want me to be—“

Earnest cut in, “Don’t worry, Janet, at this time of year, Ned’s only here on weekends. He’s a farm labourer and is currently busy getting in the harvest.”

“If it worries you, Mrs Jones, we make sure your paths never cross—unless, of course, you want to meet Ned in the future.”

Janet glanced at William, unsure. However, before she could say anything, Earnest was explaining how they still owned the hundred and twenty-five acres of farmland to the south, the west, and the north of the manor, but the land was now all leased to a local farmer.

After moving back inside, William and Earnest showed Janet upstairs. They explained that all she needed to do up here was clean two bathrooms and vacuum the corridor floor; they would look after their two bedrooms, as they liked to keep them private.

However, it wasn’t the fact that William and Earnest had separate bedrooms and bathrooms that surprised Janet. It was the darkness. Other than on the landing, the long corridor, which mirrored the one below, had no natural light at all!

“How many bedrooms are there?” She asked, wondering.

“Six upstairs, Mrs Jones, though four of them are mothballed, and one downstairs. But we will come to that one later.”

William turned a heavy metal key in the nearest lock and swung the sturdy door open. He then flicked a switch, which turned on an old-fashioned light that was hanging from the ceiling. It revealed a bedroom, the furniture all covered in white dust sheets, reminding Janet of a scene from a Dickens novel.

"Most of the rooms up here have remained this way since 1957," William sighed. "Perhaps one day we will be able to reopen this place."

“What about the attic?” Janet questioned, while thinking that they would need a whole army of cleaners if they were going to fully open up this manor.

“It has been closed since the 1930s. Just like the cellar,” William replied flatly, though Janet sensed there was a story there.

They walked west along the upper corridor until they came to another set of stairs, which took the three of them down to near where Janet had entered the house. There she was shown the kitchen and finally the last bedroom, which wasn’t a bedroom at all.

“Mrs Jones, this is the west wing of Somertyn Manor, and back in the day, it was where the housekeeper lived. You can see they even had their own living room, bathroom, and so on. This area is now yours to use, a large changing room.”

"Yes, it is self-contained," Earnest injected, slightly interrupting the older man.

However, Janet wasn't listening; her eyes and mind were now focused on what was at the centre of the room. Close to her was a short clothes rail with two uniforms on it: Wonder Woman and the French maids. They were the two she was meant to be wearing today.

Beyond them were another five rails, each clothes rail crammed with female uniforms. Janet had never seen so many costumes in one place. She touched the Wonder Woman outfit and noticed that the rail had a large zero on it, while the others were numbered similarly, one to five. She glanced around, noticing that there was a dressing table and a large full-height wall mirror.

“So this room is yours. It has a lock,” Earnest chimed. “It’s where the uniforms are kept, where you can get changed.”

“So today you want me to wear this?” Janet knowingly declared as she examined the Wonder Woman outfit, which felt tiny in her hands. “You know that I've never done anything like this before?” she then declared, knowing that was not quite true.

“Not even for your husband, Mrs Jones?”

“Quite… well,” Janet blushed, her game given away. It had only been Saturday night that she dressed up as a schoolgirl to entice her husband, John, into ravishing her body. 

“As you know, Janet, the role is a ‘cash in hand’ position. However, before you get changed and start work, we do need to just run through the contract. Did you discuss it with your husband?”

“Only briefly. Once John agreed to me doing this job, it seemed less important to discuss it in detail. Remember, when I was here, I didn’t think John would agree or, for that matter, that I could do it.”

“We are always honest here, Mrs Jones. We will give you a copy of the contract to take home and discuss with your husband,” William stated, as he pulled out a piece of paper from the dressing table drawer.

Janet cast a quick glance at the unsigned agreement. She might have seen it before, but she hadn't had the opportunity to review the details thoroughly.

“Take it home, Mrs Jones, and show it to your husband. But we will need it signed by the end of this week.”

She looked at the contract once again, knowing that her husband was better at dealing with these things than she was. However, she did want to confirm a couple of things…

“Just to clarify,” she said. “On the hourly rate, I’m at grade two, meaning I will be asked to wear uniforms from the rails numbered one and two, but I will always be paid at the grade two rate.”

“You are correct, Mrs Jones. It is our uniform grading system—the larger the number, the better your hourly rate for doing exactly the same job.”

Janet selected a uniform from rail five and thought, ‘There is no way the Reverend’s wife, Mary, wore this.’

The costume was skin-hugging and manufactured from black leather. It had a zip that didn’t seem to go high enough, while the mask had cat-like ears. Janet was confused by what appeared to be a furry tail, but it had a black oversized dummy attached to the end of it!

She tried to work the uniform out and was just going to put the dummy into her mouth when she became conscious of Earnest and William watching her. So she stopped and put the puzzle of a costume back on the rail.

“That is a grade five uniform, Janet. If you get to that level, you will know how to wear it,” Earnest suggested, smiling.

Janet shrugged, embarrassed, and then muttered out loud, “It seems the bigger the number, the smaller the uniform.”

Earnest chuckled, while William replied in his normal monotone voice, “It is above your pay grade—for now—Mrs Jones.”

Looking along the line of grade five uniforms, feeling slightly humiliated and very unsure, Janet exclaimed. “If I were wearing these costumes, I might as well be naked!”

"That's also grade five, Mrs Jones," William declared, all the while retaining his unflinching expression.

Janet put the costume down and glanced at the pay scale, noting for the first time that every uniform grade rise equated to half again on top of the hourly rate. The amounts accumulated became huge, and there was something else underneath…

“And what are these special payments?” Janet asked, tapping the unsigned contract.

“You can only earn them when you reach grade three, and then we will discuss it, Mrs Jones.”

Earnest cut in, “Let’s just say we may ask you to adopt unladylike body positions or ask you to do particular tasks, but I can assure you that there will be no touching.”

Janet was shocked. Her mind was wondering what she had gotten herself into, but then a more rational thought took over. This was just a week's trial, and she was only at grade two, so neither Earnest nor William was going to ask to do something rude. After all, she had until Friday to sign the contract.

Already feeling as though she had a lot to discuss with her husband, Janet put the unsigned paperwork in her handbag and, cautiously, turned towards Earnest. She found it easier to talk to him, and she needed to ask the question that her husband had whispered to her earlier in the day.

“Would it be possible to borrow the costume that I wear during the day? John has asked to see what uniform I wear here.” Janet’s words were as shaky as her legs. She just hoped they didn’t ask any questions; a simple no would be okay.

“The uniforms are all mine, Mrs Jones,” William coolly stated and then unexpectedly smiled. “Just make sure you bring them back clean. It doesn’t matter if they are washed here or at home; it is all part of your duties.”

With those words, William and Earnest left, leaving Janet on her own. She walked over to the door, locked it, and then leaned against it and exhaled while contemplating what she had gotten herself into.

*****

What Janet didn’t see or hear was Earnest and William’s conversation when they returned to the lounge.

“You were right, William. I believed you would never get anyone to respond to that advert. I mean, no one calls their employees “domestics” in 1979.”

“You might be right, Earnest. However, I wrote that advertisement with a certain type of woman in mind, someone like your late wife.”

“I know you did, William. I'm just surprised that you found someone. She even looks similar, has the same body measurements…”

“On that, I was lucky, my friend.”

“Remember,” Earnest pointed to a pound note resting on the mantelpiece. “You don’t win this until Janet signs the contract.”

William knowingly smiled, “She will, Earnest, she will…”

*****

Janet felt flustered and confused, but there was her inner steely core, which was determined that she could do this. Bring in the money… Help build a better future with her husband.

However, that rational side was only part of Janet; there was another part of her character, a part that was growing, one of frustration, longing for something else in life.

Janet was not just a mother or a wife. She was a woman with desires… She enjoyed Saturday night, flaunting herself as a schoolgirl in front of her husband. It brought back memories, lost feelings of things she used to do before she got married, things that her husband knew nothing about.

So it was with renewed energy that Janet unhooked the Wonder Woman outfit from its rail. It was time to get busy.

Twenty minutes later, she was Wonder Woman.

However, the journey to get there was nothing like it was on television.

Janet had stripped down to just her grey cotton bikini knickers and plain bra, then tried to wrestle the zip down on the rear of the uniform, the whole costume feeling tiny. Once she got there, Janet wriggled into the skintight costume, only to realise she couldn't wear it with a bra.

She unclipped the bra and slung it over the dressing table chair. She then readjusted the uniform, pulling it up over her large D-cup breasts, only to notice that her grey cotton panties were now visible.

Janet instantly regretted not wearing her new saucier attire, which she would have been able to hide. Keeping her top in place, she tried to tuck her grey cotton knickers inside the uniform. However, as she walked, her grey panties peeped out again.

She didn’t have any choice. Janet removed the Wonder Woman uniform, slipped off her knickers, and put them on the back of the chair, next to her bra. She then put the uniform back on again, wrestled with the zip, and then adjusted. She was there…

Then she noticed the tufts of blonde pubic hair waving at her from under the costume legs.

She needed a trim.

Feeling a little frantic, the excitement of the situation now forgotten, Janet opened the dressing table drawer and found some nail scissors and a small razor. Relieved and not questioning why they were there, a few minutes later, she had removed the offending hairs, promising herself that she would do a better job when she got home.

The tiara, golden indestructible bracelets, and lasso of truth soon followed… Janet even had time to check herself in the mirror and saw a blonde, blue-eyed Wonder Woman emerging. She briefly smiled, liking what she was seeing, and then adjusted her makeup.

That just left Janet with the red boots. Luckily, they were her size and had zips along their outer sides. She still spent five minutes wrestling with them to get them on.

Janet had never worn boots before… and these had high heels.

She hadn’t worn high heels since her honeymoon and knew she needed more practice as she wobbled across the room, though she was improving with every step.

Janet sat down with a bump. She was knackered and certainly not ready to fight any criminals. Her boots had been enough.

She chuckled to herself as she thought, “Next time, I'll just try doing what Wonder Woman does on television, spinning with my arms out… it will be far easier!”

A knock at the door brought Janet out of her reverie.

“Are you okay in there?” It was Earnest.

“Yes, I’m just coming; I struggled getting into the boots.”

“They are the size John gave us on the phone when we asked him.”

That surprised Janet. He hadn’t mentioned it, and she mentally added it to the list of questions she had for him.

With that decided, she carefully stood and said, “I’m just coming; just give us a sec.”

She walked up and down a couple of times, now getting used to the boots. Then, feeling better, and with one final check in the mirror, she moved towards the door.

This was going to be her big reveal.

She turned the key.

Janet pulled on the door handle.

Her pulse quickened as nerves kicked in. This felt so different from Saturday night, her pussy moist, liking the idea of parading her body, her mind deeply unsure. There was uncertainty and a lack of confidence, and yet, there was no way she wasn’t going to do this.

The door swung open and…

Unexpectedly, Earnest and William stood there in front of Janet, their gaze fixed on her uniform and her voluptuous breasts. They were gawking at her.

Janet automatically cupped her boobs, thinking that her dress had slipped down and that her tits were in full view.

With an air of panic, she slammed the door shut. The show was over. Then she blushed when she realised her costume was still very much in place, and her large breasts were still secured within the uniform.

Janet reopened the door, blushing, and apologised. “Sorry, I thought my top had come down.”

“We wouldn’t have complained, young lady,” William remarked, almost warmly. “Now let us watch you walk along the corridor and back before Earnest shows you where things are.”

Not wanting to embarrass herself once again, she stated, “Remember, I've got to get used to these boots,” then carefully walked down the corridor.

Janet looked back and noticed both men had their eyes on her arse. She felt their stares, her bottom suddenly feeling warmer, and she couldn't help putting a bit of a wiggle into her walk.

Then she turned and walked towards the two men, grateful that the light was not so good in the corridor. Did they know that she was pantyless, she thought? That cardinal knowledge was now etched on every step, dampness between her legs.

Janet glanced up, her steps steadier. The two men’s eyes were still gazing at her, capturing her beauty, her long, slender legs, her curvy figure, and the bounce of her chest.

Still feeling embarrassed, Janet looked down again. “Early days,” she thought. She considered herself to be no model, no oil painting, yet there was something else growing inside her, a warm feeling. Should she tell her husband that she liked being watched?

“That was scrumptious, Janet,” Earnest cooed.

“Yes, Mrs Jones, you walk like a model,” William added, encouragingly.

As the morning passed uneventfully, Janet largely forgot her attire as she performed small tasks, and that remained true until there was a buzz on the internal phone.

“Mrs Jones, will you bring Earnest and me a large pot of tea? We are in the sunroom.”

Then there was a click, nothing more.

Janet carried the tea through on a tray and then cautiously bent over to put it on the coffee table. As she did so, her uniform rode high at the rear, yet dipped at its top. The action brought a renewed thrill to Janet as she flashed the lower cheeks of her bottom to William and exposed the upper globes of her breasts to Earnest.

Though nothing was said, and she dared not look. But she knew exactly where both men’s eyes were staring; it felt like they were almost resting on her bottom and breasts. New warmth grew between her legs, a naughty thrill, as she took her time to pour the tea into the cup.

It was like being sixteen again, flashing the boys from the local boys’ school. Then even more when she started to attend college, just before she met her husband. It was something she now wanted to desperately tell him.

Janet passed the tea to Earnest and then to William, knowing that the costume enhanced her cleavage. It brought a smile to each man's face, neither of them trying to hide the fact that they were looking.

As Janet left, William remarked, “Mrs Jones, I believe that this room needs a little bit of dusting.”

Nothing more was said, but Janet knew that was her cue to change into the French maid's costume.

“This was like a game,” Janet thought as she changed. It was one that she could learn to play and one that she could easily enjoy. Yet, she didn’t want to carry any guilt.

She knew that she needed her husband’s blessing to play this game. To enjoy it!

Then with a lopsided grin, she thought. "However, one thing I am certain about is… it will be a blessed relief to get these boots off."

*****

Janet stood there, looking at herself in the bedroom mirror. Her husband, John, was also admiring her as he lay on their marital bed, naked, and slowly stroking his uncut cock.

“JJ, tell me again, what were you wearing today?”

Janet smiled at her husband's sudden interest in her and her clothing. However, to be fair, she was standing there in the French maid’s uniform she had been wearing while working that afternoon. With a hidden grin, she bent forward, pushing her bottom out towards John, and pretended to adjust her stocking garter.

Although she didn’t look directly at him, she had to stifle a giggle when she heard her husband’s muffled groan.

“Well, I was wearing this, silly.” Janet turned and looked at her husband's erection. She was horny, having paraded for an hour, “dusting” in front of Earnest and William like she was currently dressed. Then, after being paid in cash, she realised that when she got home, there was no time to masturbate because she needed to collect their son from school.

Janet walked over to the bed and stated, “I didn’t have room in my bag to bring both costumes home today.”

She knew it was a little white lie. Janet had deliberately left Wonder Woman’s outfit at Earnest and William’s, as her feet were not ready to go back in those boots.

“Now Jason is asleep, and the bedroom door is locked. Are you going to tell me what happened today?” John questioned, his eyes never leaving his wife’s body.

With a lopsided smile, Janet’s mouth covered her husband’s as she gave him a warm, loving kiss. Then, as they parted, she pushed his hand away from his rigid cock and giggled, “John, in a few minutes, I want us to fuck.”

Her husband was startled to hear his wife use the four-letter word—he had never heard her swear before!

“But first, I will tell you about the morning when I dressed as Wonder Woman…” As she spoke, Janet playfully brushed John’s cock with the back of her hand, bringing a gasp of surprise.

The action made John think that he had never seen his wife so sultry, so sexy. Well, not since their honeymoon.

Janet teased, “Then, I'll show you what I did with William and Earnest.”

Sitting there on the side of the bed, Janet explained her morning to her husband, leaving very little out. She wanted him to know about the manor, the costumes, their uniform grading system, and how difficult it was to put the Wonder Woman costume on…

“Even if they did seem to know my shoe size…” Janet paused and carefully stared at John, who could only grin, the game given away that he had told Earnest and William his wife’s body size.

As Janet explained the events of the day, she watched her husband and his cock and noticed it swell when she mentioned that she had shaved the sides of her pubic bush, as she had been wearing smaller knickers.

“It is because some of the costume bottoms are quite tiny,” Janet added, knowing they still had to talk about contracts, and she had to receive her husband's full approval to truly enjoy her job.

Janet moved from the bed and deliberately put a wiggle in her walk as she strolled towards her dressing table to pick up her purple feather duster. She glanced in the mirror and barely recognised her reflection because of the way she was dressed.

She turned to face John and said, "So this is what I wore in the afternoon, a French maid's costume. It is listed as a grade two uniform. Do you like it?” Janet stood tall and pretended to do a little dusting.

“Yes…” Her husband assured, before questioning, “They just watched?”

“I don’t think they are gay, John, especially when I did this…” Janet bent over and pretended to dust the floor. Her bottom and white panties were once again being thrust towards her husband’s face. “But, John, they were perfect gentlemen—they only looked.”

“You did that, JJ!” John exclaimed, his cock hard and twitching. His hand was once again around it.

Janet smiled to herself. She was having the expected effect on her husband. The truth was she hadn’t done that, as it was too obvious, but she was sure both Earnest and William had seen her knickers.

“Well, not quite. But there was part of me that wanted to,” she admitted. She added with a giggle, “You look like you are ready to go off.”

Janet was enjoying the effect she was having on her husband.

“It’s the way you're teasing me, JJ. The uniform, the hot story…”

“But John, I am only telling you about my day at work,” Janet teased, knowingly, and then gave him a playful wink.

“So you don’t mind me flaunting my body like this?” she questioned, her feather duster now playfully tickling her husband, causing him to push it and her away.

“You don’t want me?” Janet questioned sullenly. Then she smiled warmly while removing her white knickers. She climbed on top of her husband, knowing that John wouldn’t last too long once they started to fuck.

“We should use a condom,” John somewhat rationally suggested.

His wife was holding his throbbing cock, and he then saw for the first time her trimmed pubic bush. He groaned, his cock like steel.

“Don’t you want another little one, maybe a Jenna, to complete our family?”

“You know I do, JJ… It’s just that you have only worked one day… Let’s build some funds up first!”

With the condom in place, Janet straddled her husband in the classic cowgirl sex position, not that either John or Janet knew its name. She slid his cock home, bringing a muffled groan from both of them.

This was a position they rarely adopted, but today Janet felt in control. She wanted to look into her husband’s eyes, ride him, and tell him how much she had enjoyed Earnest and Williams' gaze. That today, she had desired to bend over like she just did, and show the two old boys her panties.

Janet gently started to rock; she was doing all the work. “So I take it that you approve of my new job and me bringing home the uniforms to show you?”

“JJ…” John murmured. “I… I’m…”

He was close, his cock throbbing and already seeking release. He had been surprised just how much he was turned on seeing his wife dressed like she was now. She wore black stockings, suspenders, and those white knickers.

Did she really flash the two older guys? He questioned, but at that moment, John didn’t care. But he needed to retake some control and try to delay his release.

With a grunt and a playful giggle coming from his wife, he rolled Janet onto her back and started to earnestly fuck her. Every thrust was energetic, his mind clouded by images of JJ flashing the two old men. She was his, yet the very thought of what she was doing was driving him on.

He thought, "Shit," but he dared not swear aloud. This was his wife, his JJ, a lady who regularly attended church.

Janet groaned, her pussy clamping tight around her husband’s shaft. She needed this, her release. Her mind was thinking back to how aroused she was when she put on this uniform.

“Oh, fuck!” John quietly exclaimed, hoping that Janet didn’t hear, as he felt her cunt clamp around him. His cock swelled, and his balls rose and then tightened. On instinct, he shut his eyes, his energy draining as he pumped away. Then with a grunt, his butt cheeks clenched, and he plunged deep into his wife, filling the condom.

John knew it was all too soon… But he felt something else, something new. Janet was rubbing her fingers on her clitoris, masturbating… JJ was bringing herself off, cumming.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed as she gushed, John feeling her wetness as her essence splashed his legs.

He rolled off his wife, panting. They both knew they needed to talk and be open with one another.

As they lay there, they both recognised that they had reached a pivotal moment in their marriage!

Author's Note: Look out for the next standalone story in the series. It is called “Cash In Hand 3 – Janet's First Fiver.” It will be published in the college genre. Also, I want to thank unicum for the uniform idea, which made a brief and yet purr-fect appearance in this story. That uniform may well pop up in a future 'Cash in Hand' episode.

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.