Mrs Janet Jones stood there. She was annoyed, having just learned that she had missed out on a job working in the school kitchens. What made it worse was that it was to someone who was on the school committee and didn’t need the money.
Didn’t they know that she needed employment? She absent-mindedly thought.
Then, something caught her eye. It was an advert neatly pinned in the free ads outside the local newsagent’s window. She simply couldn’t help staring at it, especially as it was written in rather formal and imposing black capital letters.
The advertisement read…
DOMESTIC WANTED.
3 HOURS x 3 DAYS A WEEK.
WORKING HOURS & REMUNERATION ARE NEGOTIABLE.
UNIFORM PROVIDED.
LOCAL TEL: No…
Janet was intrigued. Her son, Jason, had just begun infant school, and she needed a job during the school’s opening hours. She cautiously glanced around. This time, she was determined not to take any chances. Despite knowing she shouldn't, she discreetly unpinned the advertisement and tucked it into her handbag.
She wanted to show it to her husband, John, to see what he thought.
Only Mr and Mrs Jones knew that they both wanted another child, and now that Jason was in full-time school, the timing felt right. However, money was tight, and John’s much-promised promotion had still to come through. To pay their mortgage, her husband had been working ever-longer hours, coming home worn out, which did nothing for their almost non-existent sex life.
Janet knew it was time to do her bit towards helping with the family finances and, in doing so, take a little pressure off her husband.
Later that night, Janet, or JJ as her husband sometimes playfully called her, showed her husband the card that had been pinned outside the newsagent's…
“What do you think?” she nonchalantly asked her husband.
He read it and then turned it over to see if there was anything on the card’s back. There wasn’t.
“There’s not much information,” he declared before adding, “Are you interested? It is a local phone number, so maybe you could walk.”
“More intrigued. But the money would come in useful,” his wife replied, knowing they only had one car, which her husband needed for work.
Lovingly, John and Janet looked at one another as never-spoken thoughts passed between the married couple. They met at college and fell in love, but their sexual pasts remained a secret, neither wanting to divulge for different reasons.
Janet suspected that her husband’s sexual experiences were extremely limited, whereas hers were more numerous, having regularly dated since she was sixteen. Being considered attractive amongst her peers, there was no shortage of suitors. However, she never had intercourse with any of them, as she was a churchgoing girl. She believed that losing your virginity was something that should be done on your wedding night.
They had married five years ago and, as planned, lost their virginity to each other on their wedding night. However, perhaps they had been naive, as they had not used contraception, and at some point during their honeymoon, their son, Jason, was conceived.
It was only now that the reality of their financial situation was taking a toll on their married life.
“It is just a bit of cleaning,” Janet said, unsure, but bringing their thoughts back into the room. “And the money would be handy, but I don’t understand the part about having to wear a uniform.”
“JJ, the whole advert feels a little strange. We live in 1979; no one calls cleaners, domestics.”
“I know…”
“Do you want me to phone them?” John questioned before, with a chuckle, stating, “If not, you will need to return the card; otherwise, they will never get a domestic!”
*****
The next day, Janet sat there dressed in her churchgoing best. The well-defined portrait of a scantily dressed lady peering down at her from the other side of the hallway did not help her nerves.
While waiting for the return of the elderly man who answered the door, she reflected on what had happened last night.
John had made the telephone call while she anxiously stood next to him, doing her best to listen in.
Having lived in the neighbourhood all his life, it turned out that her husband "sort of" knew the two "old" boys who had put up the advertisement in the newsagent's window. He reassured Janet that he had been told by various people in the neighbourhood that the two men were both gay.
He then mentioned that in the distant past, the owners of the large Victorian manor house where the two old men resided owned all the surrounding land, which included the plot where their house had been built in the 1960s.
Importantly, it was only a ten-minute walk from where Mr and Mrs Jones' house was located. So, her husband had arranged for today’s job interview without any further discussion between the married couple. It turned out that John hadn't thought to enquire about the hourly rate or any details regarding why there was a need to wear a uniform.
Defensively, he said that everything would be explained tomorrow.
So here she was, waiting in the hallway for Earnest to fetch William so they could interview her together. Janet felt butterflies in her stomach as her long legs nervously twitched beneath the long summer dress she was wearing.
The truth was, at twenty-four, this was her first job interview, and that on its own made her anxious, let alone the setting and the unknown aspects of the potential employment.
After dropping Jason off at school, she had spent an hour getting ready. Her long blonde hair was brushed and styled, hairspray holding its now unnatural structure, and for a little extra confidence, she wore slightly more makeup than usual.
She wanted to make an impression.
Then Earnest called her into the room, allowing Janet to meet the two older men together and, for the first time, William. Despite being well into their sixties, both men appeared fit and healthy, and there was a subtle hint of mischief in their eyes.
After exchanging a handshake with both Earnest and William, they set about the short interview, touching on the various duties that would be expected of Janet. There was nothing unusual—cleaning, washing, cooking, and maybe even a little gardening if the weather was warm enough.
Happily, as anticipated, Janet was told what her hourly rate would be. It was extraordinarily high and had Janet wondering about exactly what she had to do. With working times agreed, it came to the last part of the interview and the question she had wanted to ask ever since she saw the advert.
“What uniform do I have to wear?”
The two older gentlemen smiled in harmony before William warmly stated. “Young lady, we wondered when you would ask us about that. You see, this position is as much about the uniform as the household chores that we ask you to do.”
Janet didn’t understand, and she glanced towards Earnest.
“You see, Janet, the uniform is our thing. It would give us great pleasure to see you walk across the room and then back to us. Would you mind?"
Janet stared back. She was unsure about the instruction, her blue eyes trying their best to read Earnest’s thoughts.
“We'll tell you why in a minute,” William added, with a smile.
Slowly, Janet rose nervously to her feet. It felt like a thousand eyes were watching her as she carefully walked across the room. As she did so, her mind thought back to her husband’s words, “They’re gay.” However, the way their eyes were currently devouring her, Janet got the distinct impression that they both were anything but homosexuals.
William smiled and nodded to Earnest.
“Right, Mrs Jones, you have the job, provided that you still want it and are willing to wear the provided uniforms.”
“Uniforms?”
“Yes, there are quite a few you could wear, and on most days you will be asked to change several times during your shift,” William stated, slightly formally.
Janet’s eyes shifted to him, and then Earnest took over, causing her vision to switch back to him.
“There is nothing to worry about, Janet. However, we prefer our staff to be dressed in a specific manner."
“A little saucy,” William cut in and then quietly chuckled.
With those words, five pictures were produced, each one showing very daring uniforms.
Janet was stunned and spluttered, “I’m not sure about this.”
“It's all above board, Mrs Jones. We just like having our employees wear something a little naughty.”
Earnest cut in, “We only look, Janet… nothing more. We can reassure you of that fact!”
“Yes, Mrs Jones, we are quite harmless,” William then added.
Still stunned, Janet’s head twisted from Earnest to William and then back again. The two older gentlemen continued to reassure her, sometimes going out of their way as her head swung back and forth.
Eventually, Janet managed to find her voice. “I don’t think I can do this. Thank you for interviewing me,” and with that, she stood, ready to leave.
Earnest stood too, offering one last warm reassurance. “Well, Janet, we think you are very suitable,” he said, then looked at William, who abruptly stood and then wandered over to the door to prevent a quick exit.
“I agree with Earnest… You are very well qualified for this position, and I think because of that we can increase the hourly rate…”
William gave a new figure, which was over three times what her husband earned in an hour.
A smiling Earnest passed the uniform photos to Janet and added, “Why not show your husband these pictures and discuss our offer with him?”
“We mean no harm, Mrs Jones,” William added.
“And Janet, don't forget it is cash in hand, and we will pay you the full amount at the end of every day you work here."
“Yes, Mrs Jones, the job is yours, but only if your husband phones us with his approval over the weekend.”
With that statement from William, Janet rolled up the photos and put them into her handbag. Then, with one last thank you, she left.
As she walked home, the uncertainty and the extraordinarily high hourly rate numbers revolved around in her head. She didn’t think for a moment that her husband would approve. Or, for that matter, if she could walk around dressed like that in front of two strangers. She might not attend church as regularly as she used to, but she still considered herself a good, churchgoing woman.
“No, I could never do it,” she muttered to herself as she entered her home.
Yet an hour later, Janet was sitting on her bed, once again examining the five photos, and a warm feeling was now emanating from between her legs.
With a cup of tea, she had sat down and worked out the financial figures. She couldn't believe the amount she would earn in a day, a week, or a year! The numbers shocked her, maybe even more than the interview had.
Janet had worked out that if she took up the job offer and worked the promised nine hours, she would be bringing into the household three-quarters of what her husband earned in a week, tax-free!
Maybe she could do it for six months, she thought. It was just enough time to help build up some savings and not have to live by watching every penny. It wouldn’t even matter if John’s much-promised promotion didn’t materialise. By then, if she did this, they would have enough to seriously look at adding to their family.
Janet looked around to confirm that no one was present and then glanced at the clock. There were still two hours left before she had to make the ten-minute walk to the infant school to collect Jason. She was horny, and like most days, she was going to masturbate.
However, today was different; she was already incredibly aroused, and she had something to masturbate to.
She picked up the first uniform photo and looked at the title, which read, Wonder Woman. She’d seen the television character, but the little piece of text with the picture told her that she was originally an American comic book character from the 1940s.
Scanning the costume closely, she wondered if it was comfortable to wear. It certainly didn’t look very practical, and she would have to expose the top half of her large, voluptuous breasts. However, unlike the other costumes, the bottom half wasn’t too revealing. The blue shorts may have been tight, high-cut, and waisted at the front, but they covered more of her pelvis than the bikini she wore abroad on her honeymoon.
Janet stood and took off the long summer dress she had been wearing for the interview, leaving her in just a plain white bra and white cotton panties. She looked at them in the mirror, and although she recognised their practicality, they suddenly seemed somewhat boring.
She looked at the photo and then at the wardrobe mirror door. It showed her reflection. She turned sideways, observing the faint lines on her slightly rounded belly. With a little exercise, it wouldn’t take long to tone up, she thought.
Janet unclipped her bra and threw it on the bed, then examined her large D-cup breasts. Their increased size and the few stretch marks on her stomach were the last reminders she bore of giving birth to Jason.
“God, I feel horny,” she absently muttered to herself and then felt slightly embarrassed as she used the Lord's name in vain.
She glanced at Wonder Woman’s golden tiara and dark hair, then giggled as she wondered whether she had to wear a black wig or some sort of crown. She certainly wasn’t going to dye her long blonde hair, as she considered it, along with her blue eyes, to be one of her most alluring features.
Once again, Janet looked at her plain cotton knickers and made a decision. Next time she went shopping, she would treat herself to some panties similar to the ones the models were wearing in the photos. She had concluded that the ones she normally wore were reserved for middle-aged mothers only.
Janet looked at the next photo, which was titled “Naughty Nun.” It reminded her more of a fancy-dress costume than a uniform. However, she didn’t consider it too risky, as the tunic finished just above the knee. There was a thigh-high split, which the model was using to make it obvious that she was wearing stockings with suspenders, but it could be adjusted with the aid of one good safety pin.
However, despite the raunchiness of the uniform, it wasn’t that which had Janet wanting to discount this costume. It was that she felt that it represented something too close to the church. That maybe it could even be considered blasphemous. She certainly would have to think long and hard before putting it on.
While Janet considered the first two uniforms as possibilities, the ones in the last three photographs she deemed were far too risky. Despite her frequent naughty thoughts, Janet even wondered if she would dress like that in front of her husband. She didn’t want him to think of her as anything but a beautiful, churchgoing wife and mother.
The uniforms were "The Naughty Nurse—The Sexy School Girl" and "The French Maid." Each of the costumes barely covered the models, making their panties and stockings very visible. As Janet took in each picture, she felt the growing warmth between her legs, and her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her cotton knickers, masturbation being no stranger to her.
She didn’t care if it was a sin or made you go blind. Janet had always needed that extra sexual relief. Without it, she would have almost certainly lost her virginity long before her wedding night.
Maybe, ironically, now married, she masturbated more than she had ever done. Having found and enjoyed sex on her honeymoon, only to find, five years later, herself in love with the same man who was always too tired or maybe simply not interested anymore.
Janet’s fingers wandered through her golden curls and found her needy, moist folds. As she did this, Janet recalled when she was sixteen and how she and a few friends would roll up the waistbands of their modest school skirts, shorten them, and taunt the boys by showing off their long, shapely legs.
The naughty memory brought a satisfying groan from Janet's lips as her fingers moved freely, exploring an area of her body that they knew so well. Her pussy was wet, her mind awash with dirty thoughts.
To give her fingers more room, she removed her soaked knickers and threw them into the corner of the room. As she did so, Janet vowed once again that it was time to swap them out for something sexier and more fitting for her age of twenty-four.
As she masturbated, Janet looked at the five photos and imagined that she was each of the models. Her right-hand fingers continued to dip into her wetness, while her left hand freely roamed her body, touching her breasts and caressing her sensitive nipples.
But it was her mind that drove her towards that much-needed release—her orgasm. Something she had rarely experienced during sex with her husband.
Janet’s eyes scanned each picture, imagining that she was that model, parading in front of Earnest and William. In the image, Janet wore high heels, stockings, and tiny panties that allowed strands of her blonde pubic hair to peek around the edges of the material. In her fantasy, both Earnest’s and William’s eyes were staring at her, their gaze locked between her legs.
There was another, louder groan, Janet’s fingers now fucking her wetness, her mind refreshed with more dirty thoughts—sexual things that she could never do with her husband; she didn’t want him thinking of her as being a slut.
Like so many times before, her fingers rubbed away. Occasionally, when she was near, she would gently caress her pussy, and dip one or two fingers into her nectar. Other times, when she had fallen away from the edge of an orgasm, she had finger-fucked her pussy, hard and relentlessly, until the pressure built once again and formed that wave of sexual pleasure that she was so willing to ride.
Janet was unaware that what she was doing was called edging. All she understood was the immense pleasure she got from prolonging her orgasm. Then another cry, a series of ragged gasps, and wetness flooded her fingers as an image of her dressed in a French maid’s uniform flashed through her mind.
She was dusting the bottom shelf, the two older gay gentlemen's eyes burning into her bottom. In real life, could she do this? She asks herself, her fingers a flurry of movement.
Then, in a brief moment of clarity, another thought crossed her mind. She only had her husband’s word that Earnest and William were indeed a gay couple…
Did she care? She questioned… Her body, her mind, was now only interested in her much-needed release.
Then, as she withered and moaned, she clamped her thighs together. Her moment of need had arrived as her body was consumed by the onset of a huge, much-needed orgasm. For a moment, the world did not exist. There was only darkness as her eyes shut—the only sound was her wanton cries of ecstasy, which reverberated around the empty house—and then her loud, rhythmic breathing as she came down from the orgasmic high.
Janet lay there, wondering what had just happened. She never came that hard. She had gushed. The bedcovers between her legs were surprisingly soaked, and she suddenly wished that she had put a towel under her. Now she would need to change the sheets to hide the evidence of pleasuring herself.
With a pleasant afterglow still warming her pussy, Janet hid the photos, showered, refreshed the room, and then went to the school to collect Jason.
As she walked, all she could think of was the job opening and the much-needed money.
Did she want the job?
Could she parade around scantily dressed in front of two old men?
And above all, what to say to her husband when he got home that evening?
Author's Note: 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.
