Mrs Jones nervously sat there on the local bus as it chugged its way through the English countryside. Her long blonde hair cascaded over the back of her black winter coat, which was snugly wrapped around her. She wore makeup; this was not something she would normally do on a Thursday morning, a school day. For anyone looking at Janet, they may have assumed that it was just like any other normal day.

However, today was going to be far from being normal, as Janet was on her way to see Hugh, her boyfriend. Beneath her winter coat, she wore an alluring business suit, which had been carefully laid out by her husband earlier that morning, with very little else.

Dressed like that, she felt horny, with her pussy seemingly feeling every little bump and vibration of the bus. And yet, her mind was juggling all the things she needed to mention today. Address a few important questions, and then, if satisfied, continue in the role of being her husband's hotwife and Hugh’s girlfriend.

With the bus juddering on, Mrs Jones thought back—how fate intervened and led her to be nervously sitting there.

*****

It was Monday morning, and for the umpteenth time, Janet glanced at their bedroom telephone. She planned to phone Hugh, her new boyfriend, and cancel Thursday’s date. But although she had made up her mind, it suddenly seemed difficult for her to do.

So she sat there on her marital bed, then reasoned that maybe she should just postpone it. This would give her more time to talk to her husband and let John reconsider what he said Saturday night.

Still sitting there, Janet thought back to yesterday, a typical family Sunday. It was the first time she had begun to experience the nagging doubts. She began to slowly realise that this hotwife game presented a unique opportunity for her to experience what many like-minded girls had done before they were married and had children.

When John left earlier that morning for work, Janet still hadn't mentioned anything to him about cancelling. She had delayed telling him to give herself more time to think. Janet picked up the telephone receiver, fully intending to call her boyfriend. She hesitated, the dialling tone now buzzing in her ear, the sound enough to remind her that she was now deeply unsure as to what to do. Realising that she needed to talk to someone, she placed the receiver back in its cradle.

Deliberating, Janet chose to remain sitting there on her marriage bed, staring at the white phone, and allowing her thoughts to wander. First, she thought about the situation with Hugh, and then, more importantly, she considered what her husband had told her. That he wanted her to make all the hotwifing decisions, and he would not necessarily be physically there to join in any sexual play—“She had Hugh for that!”

As her mind drifted, she thought, “This was her chance to experience something naughty—physically exciting—even depraved!”

The last word caused a warm, pleasurable shiver to run down her spine and straight to her pussy. It helped her realise that, despite the outcomes of the talk with her husband, she wanted to continue to see Hugh. But she also desired to have John there by her side, joining in and enjoying the cardinal pleasures of hotwifing together.

Janet thought, “Could she do this alone?”

Then, in a dry whisper, she answered her question, “Maybe.”

However, she knew the bigger question was, “Did she want to?”

Mrs Jones was acutely aware that regularly seeing only one man came with dangers—the risk of emotions and the possible perils of becoming too close to Hugh, a man with whom she had a history and sexual chemistry.

This deeply worried her because of the risks associated with developing feelings for each other. Janet had explicitly told her husband this, and it was an additional reason to make her want to see Richard, their next-door neighbour and her current crush.

Janet had made up her mind; she had decided to postpone the Thursday date, and she moved to pick up the telephone receiver once again. However, as she made the move to do it, the telephone started ringing, and Janet instinctively answered, thinking it was going to be Hugh.

To her happy surprise, it turned out to be William, a man of experience when it came to hotwifing – a man who knew about Hugh and what she and John were up to – and, most importantly, a man she knew she could talk to and ask for some advice.

Almost embarrassingly, before William had a chance to explain why he was calling, Janet offloaded everything that had been troubling her; the older man patiently listened, an unseen smile on his face.

He had been expecting Janet to have some doubts about hotwifing.

It wasn’t until JJ had told William her entire hotwife story, with her accompanying concerns, that he had a chance to say anything.

“Good morning, Mrs Jones. To me, it sounds like you had an eventful time with Hugh, but you didn’t mention if you enjoyed your date with your new boyfriend.”

It was a typical William comment, and it made Janet relax. Offloading her concerns had also made her feel better, and she was hearing William’s soothing, often metronomic voice. JJ had long since realised that, after her husband, the older man was the one who understood her the most.

“I did enjoy it, William; I really did. But now I wonder whether I should have.”

“And why is that, Mrs Jones?”

“As I mentioned, John wants to leave all the hotwifing decisions to me and, worse, seems to show little interest in us playing together as a married couple.”

Unseen at the other end of the telephone line, William was a little alarmed at Janet’s reaction and did his best to soothe her.

“I’m sure it's just a passing phase, Mrs Jones,” he offered. Like John, he had noticed just how JJ’s persona had flourished since working at Somertyn Manor. How she had willingly teased Earnest and him in the nurse's uniform and made them feel young and alive again.

William smiled at that memory.

“Remember, John is always welcome to visit Somertyn Manor when you’re working there. That was part of our agreement when you became a Grade Three Domestic. Maybe we can make it happen quite often if he chooses to work in the future at Somertyn Gardens.

“Although we are not quite ready for him yet, as it is currently not much more than a muddy field!”

"He loves the part-time work, William." Thank you once again for the job offer, although I seem to have learned a lot about tractors.”

William chuckled at Janet's comment, noting a cheerful change in her demeanour.  

JJ continued. “Currently, John’s company is doing better, having diversified into making bespoke furniture, mainly kitchens. So don’t worry about having to employ him soon.”

As Janet spoke, she realised that she and her husband had spent more time discussing his work at Somertyn Gardens than they had talked about opening up their marriage—that was something they needed to rectify before she called Hugh.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, William, but how did the arrangement work with you, Earnest and his late wife?”

Unseen at the other end of the telephone line, William smiled. He was pleased that Mrs Jones was asking questions, seemingly wanting to step outside her marriage. It was also something he believed she needed to do if she was going to continue to work at Somertyn Manor and climb the Domestic grades.

“It might interest you, Mrs Jones, that back in the day, Marion was not only a stunning-looking woman, but she was strong too, knowing what she wanted and desired. She made the decisions in what was always an open marriage.

“It seems to me that John has given you the same power. The freedom to have sex with whom you want to, and all you need to do is stick to his rules.”

“Yes, that is exactly what I have, but I'm not sure I want it!

“I am the sort of girl who prefers having their husband there, maybe not telling me, but perhaps nudging me into doing naughty things.”

“Are you sure, Mrs Jones? Did he nudge you into wearing that rather delightful nurse’s outfit?”

“That was different!” Janet quickly exclaimed, then realised that it probably wasn’t.

William smiled on hearing Janet’s defensive reply and softly stated. “All I add, Mrs Jones, is he must love you very much to give you that freedom.”

“We are very much in love, William. And yes, it is partly because of our strong love for each other that we have agreed to play this hotwife game… Don’t you find that strange?”

“Not at all, Mrs Jones… Why don’t you talk to Hugh?

“Tell him the truth that you have not done hotwifing before and that you want to keep your husband involved. As for Richard, why not keep it simple? Flirt if you need to, but don’t get too involved, as I am sure someone new will come along who you find equally attractive.”

“So, you think I should go on my date with Hugh?”

"Well, continue to talk to your husband, as that is the most important thing. As for your date, you should only go to ask Hugh about his intentions and hopefully learn more about what your husband told him. But that decision is yours.

“Anyway, Mrs Jones, it is time to tell you why I am phoning…”

William went on to explain that he sponsored a fashion course at the local college, and as part of that arrangement, there was going to be a photoshoot promoting the students' clothes at Somertyn Manor. However, we can only access the lounge end of the building due to the ongoing maintenance work.

Unusually, using Janet’s first name, William asked if she would be interested in being one of the models, to which she agreed, especially when she was told that her husband was invited too. Janet's smile grew with every detail, and by the end, she wanted to know more.

“Now don’t forget what I said about Hugh, Richard and John,” William quickly stated. "I have got to go, as I have got an appointment down at Somertyn Gardens; they're starting work on the first outbuilding. More on the modelling nearer the time, but do keep open the second Saturday of the New Year.”

With a cheerful, “Goodbye,” William ended the call.

Janet was left sitting there, thinking, and still with the receiver in her hand—something she was only aware of when the dialling tone kicked in.

With the receiver now back on its cradle, Janet accepted that she wanted to continue to see Hugh but needed to once again talk to her husband. She had realised that John needed space and time, that perhaps he was enjoying their hotwife game in a slightly different way than she was. Janet already knew that her husband would find it hard to push her sexual boundaries, as he had admitted to that.

That night, the Joneses' pillow talk turned to William’s telephone call. Janet first went through all that was mentioned on the phone about the fashion show.

“John, does it excite you that you're going to be soon married to a professional model?” she teased, after explaining the few facts that William had told her. That she was being paid “Cash in Hand.”

“You have always been my model,” her husband quietly chuckled, pulling his naked wife into his equally naked body. John had always known that his wife was a stunning-looking woman, one whose depth of beauty had only enhanced with age.

“Oh, these days, I think I’m Earnest and William’s model too,” she giggled. “John, are you going to attend and watch your almost-faithful wife flaunt her body?”

“Of course… Do you know what type of clothes you will be wearing?”

“No idea. The clothes are designed by students from the college; that is what William told me. But we are talking about Earnest and William, so it is most likely that there will be something saucy amongst the designs. At least I hope so; I quite like the idea of having a few naughty photos taken of me before I get too old!

“Anyway, I’m not the only model, so you will be seeing a few half-naked females…” JJ stopped talking and giggled. “Hmm, maybe that will make me jealous if you are there – perhaps I should invite Hugh instead!”

Janet received an unexpected playful nudge from her husband, which caused her to knowingly smile.

“JJ, I'm going to be there. I want to see you pose for a photographer.”

“I want you to be there too, John. I always want you to be with me.”

With an unseen lopsided grin, JJ reached down and found her husband’s cock. It was firm, and with one fluid movement, she straddled her husband, sinking his manhood into her wetness. The talk about modelling had turned them both on, despite having sex earlier that night.

As Janet slowly rocked on top of her husband, she looked down at him with love.

“What is it, JJ?” John questioned, sensing that his wife had more to say.

Janet continued to gently ride her husband's cock as she bent forward and lovingly kissed him.

“William and I also talked a little about his hotwifing days. How Earnest’s wife, Marion, made the decisions in their hotwife relationship; it felt similar to what you asked of me— 

“JJ, it’s not quite like that. I feel that you need to take control; let me follow you in your wake.”

As she continued to softly rock, Janet covered John’s mouth with hers and lovingly kissed him again.

“I know, John. Remember, I’m still learning to be a hotwife… and I now understand you are not ready to be there when I am having sex with another man.”

“JJ—” Janet covered her husband’s mouth once again with hers, kissing deeply as she continued to rock on John’s cock.

He enjoyed his wife’s loving kiss, and he also understood her message – keep quiet and listen while we make love.

“It’s okay, John, I remember your look when I was with Hugh in the car, and I am now beginning to realise that we may not always want the same things in our hotwife game. For you, part of it is that you love showing me off to strange men, and you like the thought of me being available – you love me being JJ.” 

Janet felt her husband’s cock swell inside her; they were getting close, and with every rock, JJ understood her husband a little more.

“But you need to accept that I don't want a female-led relationship. I want it to be like we are now, locked together, making the decisions jointly as a married couple.”

Janet paused her rocking and looked deeply into her husband’s eyes to emphasise what she was about to say.

“I love you with all my heart, John. Yet, I also admit I enjoyed the naughtiness of being with Hugh. He made me feel alive… but I know that is wrong. I also think there is a real risk of feelings bubbling up. Hence, if we are going to carry on, I will need you more involved and closer to me. I will also, discreetly, keep looking for a second man to regularly see—”

“JJ—”

“Not Richard!

“But I need to keep Hugh off guard. I will remind him again that there will be no romantic notions.

“Just to be clear, this morning I was going to phone and postpone our date, or even cancel it. But just before I could, William phoned, and he made me realise that I need to experience this. But on my terms.”

After another loving kiss, Janet started rocking again, this time a little more urgently. Her husband’s cock was still rigid, while his green eyes stared into her blue ones. And all the time, his brain tried to digest what JJ was saying to him.

“I will carry on dating Hugh on two conditions, though the first one is out of your control and will depend on what he tells me on Thursday.”

Janet’s movement became more urgent. Their climax was building, rising toward its peak.

“However, the second is very much under your control.

“John, I need you to promise me that as soon as you are ready, you will join Hugh and me, and we will play the hotwife game together as a couple.”

With a mutual groan, Janet tightened her pelvic muscles, clamping her pussy around her husband’s cock, her action spurring John on, his arms coming around JJ as he held her close.

“I will… I promise I will,” he groaned, enjoying the unexpected sensation, but more importantly, the love of his wife.

“You have given me a rare freedom, John, the freedom to have sex with others, and yet, I promise you, you are the only man I could ever make love to.”

“I’m going to cum,” John quietly announced.

Still rocking, Janet held John tight as her husband ejaculated into her, and their mutual climax bonded JJ’s newly won agreement.

The sex had been something only long-term, loving partners could experience, yet it had also been the first turn of the key to unlocking their hotwife game.

With their bodies sated and their breathing back under control, Janet whispered, “Remember, John, you have the ultimate power, the veto to stop our game or elements within it!”

“I know JJ.”

His cock started to shrink and then slipped out of his wife’s pussy; their combined love juices pooled on his thighs.

JJ smiled. “John, there is something else you have to think about.”

“The tissues?”

It was a comment that brought a giggle from his wife, as she realised they were out of reach on the dressing table.

“Okay, as well as them – but this one is a little more important.

“What do you want me to wear on my date with Hugh this Thursday?”

It was a question that had her husband grinning, knowingly.

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.