November slipped into December, and the Christmas decorations went up in the Joneses' house. This meant a real tree standing in the corner of the lounge with all its baubles, its twinkling fairy lights that hung around it, and a star resting on its top. This year, somewhat unusually, all four of them excitedly put up the decorations together, with the married couple exchanging loving yet knowing glances.
For the Joneses, home life revolved around their children, which was especially true in the run-up to Christmas. With Jenna still believing in Santa, Jason, who would be twelve in March, was now under the distinct impression that he needed to be paid not to tell his younger sister. However, to his surprise, his father quickly corrected him by threatening to take away his Nintendo.
This sort of thing was typical of the Joneses' joyful family life.
But for the two adults, it was Janet’s surreptitious relationship with Hugh that powered the married couple's nightly intimacy, their closeness, and their increased passion, now fuelled by stories from their hotwife game.
With her husband’s full approval, Janet was seeing Hugh twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The car loan made it simple for her to discreetly leave the family home and drive the twenty-five minutes to her boyfriend’s house.
However, as the weather grew colder, most of their dating occurred in bed or by the ornate pool, with neither JJ nor Hugh wanting to leave the warmth of the house. Their time together seemed to be more than ever based around sex.
For this year, they decided not to buy each other Christmas presents, as they were too personal. But if they were still seeing each other next year, then that would be different. It was an agreement that had Janet pulling Hugh to his bed. She needed him. As she rode his cock, it excited JJ to think of still having her boyfriend around in a year.
Janet told Hugh that if her husband agreed, in the warmer months, she would try to spend the odd night with him so they could properly date and go out as a couple in the evening.
With her libido now running at an all-time high, she found that Tuesdays could not come around soon enough. With Janet engaging in more sex, she felt horny all the time.
Her mind was telling her that JJ needed more cock.
Maybe it was true; she needed more sex than her husband, and yet the love they had for each other bonded them. She needed John; he was her rock, her everything. Without his approval, she would never see another man.
Having now purchased the lube, JJ’s “lone time” was now spent with her Hitachi wand vibrator and her husband’s cock. Well, not exactly his cock, but a pink dildo that was the same shape and size; he had even joked that it had been modelled on him!
However, as JJ masturbated, her erotic thoughts were not of her husband. They were of Hugh, and what he told her that he would like to do with her, or of handsome, strange men she would see during her everyday life. Although the most frequent dreams were of their younger, super-fit neighbour.
At twenty-five, Richard was an Adonis of a man whom Janet often secretly watched swimming from her bedroom window. He was JJ’s favourite eye candy – especially as he swam every day.
Of course, John knew all about her sexual attraction toward their neighbour; he found it amusing – he trusted his wife completely – she had never lied to him.
Janet was enjoying the fact that she had a lover, someone she could fuck on the side. But most importantly, she loved that her husband fully supported her sexual exploration and that every time after she had been with her boyfriend, he made love to her and reclaimed his wife, his JJ.
As the early winter days passed, Janet often thought to herself, “You’re a hot wife now, and you are available to be used by other men.”
It was a thought that had been spurred on by what she was reading in the book John had bought her, “Secrets of a Hotwife.” She had not shared all the details of what she had read with anyone, not even her husband, although she knew that she would, once she had time to digest.
The book covered pick-up bars, swinging clubs, where to advertise, the meaning behind each type of anklet, and so much more. With every page, she had become further intrigued, and the stories aroused her to a point where she had often had to stop reading and reach into her panties.
With her eyes now open, JJ saw prospects everywhere: the supermarket, the town, the teachers at Jason's school, and even the builder who wolf-whistled as she passed Somertyn Manor.
Though since “dating” Hugh, there had also been a fit stranger who, in tight jeans, had bent over to reach an item on the newsagent's bottom shelf. JJ’s gaze feasted on his tight buns as he briefly held his position. She allowed her imagination to wander, her hand wanting to caress his taut flesh.
It was a delicious thought.
When the stranger came up for air and Janet drew breath, he was handsome. His eyes darted to her, while his mouth turned upwards – into a wide, warm smile.
“Good morning,” he softly teased, his brown eyes looking at hers hopefully.
It was just enough to break JJ out of her reverie. He wanted what he was looking at. She only had to flirt, and yet, her answer was short and a little curt. She wasn’t ready to let a stranger chat her up, especially as the man was possibly a local.
But his obvious interest in her was sufficient to carry her home, crammed with impure thoughts, ones that would have caused the nuns at Janet's old Catholic school to reach for their rosaries.
That afternoon, Janet could not get to her Hitachi Wand box fast enough. With her mind full of erotic images, her early Christmas present was soon buzzing away—her pussy was needy—her mind contemplating what it would be like to ride the stranger's cock.
Of course, these opportunities had always been there. After all, Janet was a spectacularly good-looking woman. Her blonde hair and blue eyes, coupled with a beautiful face, full pouty lips, large breasts, and long legs that, with a sexy wiggle, seemed to make her glide across the ground.
Men noticed JJ.
And yet, despite her stunning appearance, until now, Janet had never been interested in sleeping with other men. She flirted, collected male friends, and yet was innocent enough not to upset their wives.
Janet felt content with her growing routine, but for her husband, a big decision needed to be made.
The owners of the company that employed John were hinting that in the future, he would be invited to become a part-owner and a company Director. But there was a catch: they wanted to change his current job role, “as he was excellent with customers." The new role was the top management position; he would have a seat at board meetings, but it would involve more travelling and only a little more salary.
John knew it was a good opportunity, and he could say no. However, if he did, it would probably be the end of his career prospects, as it was unlikely he would be asked twice. He told Janet that he had until the end of the year to come to a decision, but he didn’t want to spend any more time away from his family.
“It is your choice, John… I will support you in whatever you decide to do,” Janet lovingly stated. She then kissed him and suggested, “I think there are two people you need to speak to before you make that decision.”
Her husband knew his wife was talking about Earnest and William, and she disappeared for five minutes, only to later appear carrying his coat and trainers.
“They are waiting for you up at Rose Cottage,” she announced, passing the items to him. “And don’t put your trainers on until you are outside our house,” she added, smiling and knowing her husband.
“As if I would,” John chuckled, innocently. He enjoyed his wife's organisational skills. It was a thought that made him strangely think of his wife’s idea of building a utility room – that maybe it was a good idea.
As he walked up the hill to Rose Cottage, he briefly stopped at Somertyn Manor. There, he noted that the sheeting and scaffolding had come down at one end of the building and that everything to the left of the main entrance looked like new. The renovation was not due to be completed until April, so it came as no surprise to him to see the rest of the manor still completely covered. The builders were gradually working their way along its length to the short West Wing.
At Rose Cottage, John explained his employment proposition, his dilemma, and the important question, as previously promised, of whether there would be a future job opportunity at Somertyn Gardens for him.
Although John didn't express it exactly that way, the answer was a resounding yes.
However, like the promotion, there was a catch, and this one they could not do anything about. It came down to when Somertyn Gardens fully opened. The current plan was for the garden centre and the lower garden to be semi-open next summer, with the rest two years later!
He wouldn’t be needed until then.
It was suggested that John carry on working there on Saturdays and work closely with Ned. If it went well, then in two years, he would be ready to take one of the management roles.
With it settled, they all shook hands.
There were several bonuses with this arrangement, the first being that John would be paid, the second being that he could set his hours, and the final one – he would be driving tractors.
With the future contract agreed, William stated before he left Earnest and John alone, “He would get something over to the Joneses to review, but while John was here, there is something your present company can help us with…”
Half an hour later, they were all shaking hands once again.
John’s current company would design and manufacture bespoke furniture for both Somertyn Manor's kitchen and the still-to-be-built Somertyn garden centre.
“Mrs Jones will probably like to hear that we are modernising the manor's kitchen," William stated. "Perhaps you should avoid mentioning that we are keeping the Aga stove. It may be old, but it has character, a bit like Earnest and me!
“Now, do excuse me, but I have a few things to do before we go on holiday."
Once William had left, Earnest explained that they were going to Aruba in the Caribbean to get some sun for a month and would be back a few days before the clothes show.
Tentatively, Earnest asked, “John, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you still okay with sharing Janet?”
The younger man turned towards Earnest, not expecting such a direct question, and then hesitated to answer it, even though he knew the older man shared his late wife, Marion. John cagily thought that he might be a good person to listen to.
Without receiving a response, Earnest cautiously stated, "You understand that there will be challenges along the way."
“I know,” John replied, warily, still wondering if he wanted to open up to the older man and explain his feelings.
“Let me tell you how Marion and I opened our marriage, although the truth is it was open before we got married.”
With those words, Earnest went on to explain how he met Marion at a dance hall; they were both eighteen, and their mutual love of the theatre brought them together. That she was a beautiful but strong-willed girl, maybe because she was a quarter Irish.
Earnest passed John a picture of his late wife, which was professionally taken. In the photo, Marion appeared to be in her mid-twenties and wore a corset, stockings, and suspenders. The older man went on to mention that she worked as a dancer and, in that capacity, would meet other men.
As Earnest spoke, John was still taking in Marion’s beauty; she looked so much like his wife. It was something that Janet had mentioned, but seeing it for the first time was still a bit of a shock.
He knew he had to mention it.
“Earnest, Marion is so alike to JJ, don’t you think?”
"Absolutely, John, their beauty and looks are very similar. It was one of the main reasons we were eager to take your wife on as a Domestic. If you remember, we offered higher hourly rates.”
John thought back, and it was easy to recall. At the time, to his astonishment, when he saw JJ’s proposed hourly rate, it was higher than his!
Earnest then suggested, "Perhaps it is not just their appearance that is similar. Maybe our wives' characters also share similarities, and that is why I felt compelled to talk to you."
For the next ten minutes, John listened as Earnest told him about some of his experiences and how he felt being the husband of a hotwife. The younger man processed every morsel of information and then carefully stored it away.
John wanted to see his wife happy and enjoy a new sexual journey. However, he wasn’t going to let her run completely free like it seemed Earnest had let Marion do.
Earnest closing words were. “My friend, I was lucky, as I realised that sharing my wife and having half of her love was so much more than trying to keep her all mine.
"She needed that sexual liberation to find happiness, to be the belle of the ball… Perhaps I was in her shadow, but I was breathing in her intoxicating aroma and sharing her captivating aura.”
John could not help but smile inwardly at the words his older, theatrical friend used and the way he described his relationship with his wife. But without discussing it, he knew that there was a lot of truth in what Earnest said about the similarities between Marion and Janet.
Every step John took on the way home came with a different thought; there was so much to tell his wife. But as he approached their house, he started to wonder if tonight would be the right time to bring up what Earnest had revealed. He needed more time to process and understand what he wanted from JJ and their hotwife game.
So John mentioned that if he put in the Saturday hours and studied horticulture, there would be a full-time job working at Somertyn Gardens. He would have to wait, probably two and a half years, for the position to become available—that meant he would have to spend two and a half years on the road in his current employment.
Finally, he told Janet that he made a sale on supplying the wooden bespoke furniture for the garden centre and that the manor house was getting a new kitchen, which pleased JJ, especially as her husband was going to get the commission on both sales. She even mentioned something about paying for the utility room, but by then John had tuned out…
He wasn’t sure why, but he held back from telling JJ what Earnest had told him. Maybe it was too personal and should stay private for now, he thought.
What he did know was that he needed more time to process.
Deep down, John didn’t understand why he encouraged his wife to date Hugh or have new sexual partners—her becoming the belle of the ball—but he did, and gained a great deal of pleasure from it.
He hadn’t told Earnest that.
“Maybe another time," he thought, when he understood it himself.
Currently, John felt no compulsion to join his wife and Hugh; however, he was well aware that JJ wanted him there, participating, and having sex with her.
He was Alpha and liked the idea. Yet, he had felt real anguish when he was in the back of his car, competing with Hugh for JJ’s touch. It seemed to John that his love for his wife didn't quite match his lust for her when another, equally alpha man was involved. That concerned John, and he knew he wasn’t yet ready to experience that again.
However, the game was in play, and he wanted his wife to be happy – enjoy her sexual adventures.
And Earnest was right. Janet had transformed into a more confident woman by opening up and embracing her sexuality. John knew she could walk into a room and turn every heterosexual man’s head, and yet she was his. That gave him immense pleasure and filled him with pride.
And John trusted his wife. He accepted everything she said as being true: that she got as much pleasure from telling her husband what she had done with Hugh as she received from the sex with her boyfriend itself.
The Joneses' marriage was stronger than ever, and it seemed to John that his wife would never stray from their rules, except maybe with their neighbour. John understood that Richard was the ultimate challenge for JJ.
However, John debated over the middle ground, how far he should go when watching his wife with another man.
Over the years, he had seen Janet dance with other men, even flirt with them. Recently, he had gained a great deal of sexual pleasure when he watched JJ hang up the dirty washing in front of Richard, their dishy neighbour. She had deliberately partially exposed herself to the younger man, knowing that her husband was watching on.
But John wasn’t the sort of guy who got his sexual kicks from just watching. From those earlier adventures, he had always made love to his wife in private afterwards.
Now, John felt he needed to watch his wife more and expand his boundaries until he was comfortable joining JJ in her sexual adventures. It would be an ever-increasing exposure to what she was doing. Hopefully, with time, he would feel no anxiety and just join his wife, feeling nothing but pleasure whenever she asked him to be there.
If he couldn’t...
