"Knock it in, Jason,” Mrs Jones roared as the ball whistled across the penalty area, her son just missing the connection to score his team’s first goal.

It was Saturday morning, and with the other parents, Janet was standing beside the pitch, watching the Somertyn under-thirteens' football team playing a match. While Jenna, her daughter, played with her school friend in the children’s playground that was located just behind her.

Janet was accompanied by her new best friend, Melisa.

That morning, she had been introduced to her two children as "Aunty" Melisa, something that had surprised the slightly older lady. Since their first meeting, three weeks ago at a photoshoot in Somertyn Manor, the two similarly hedonistic-thinking ladies had been enjoying each other's company.

As the match played out in front of them, Melisa warmly stated, “You know you didn’t have to introduce me to your children as their… Aunty.”

Janet turned towards her friend, the promise of a smile threatening to spring from the corners of her mouth. She knew Melisa had been surprised and honoured, yet also alarmed at being called “Aunty Melisa.”

“John and I talked about it, and we both thought it was a good idea… As you know, neither of us has any siblings.” With that statement, Mrs Jones' smile broke out. She then remarked, “Anyway, aren’t you already an aunt to your older sister’s two boys?”

“That’s not the point, and you know it!

“They are older and, importantly, live miles away in Surrey… So I don’t have to do any ‘aunty’ duties.”

JJ giggled, knowing Melisa was still somewhat worried about playing the part of being Jason's and Jenna’s aunt.

“Well, you're never too old to learn. Isn’t that what being a best friend is all about?” Janet questioned, knowing she was teasing.

Melisa was thirty-two, just over two years older than JJ. She had moved down to Somertyn last summer to take up her position as the creative director at the local Somertyn art college and projected two very different personas, much to both Mr and Mrs Jones' amusement.

There was Ms Melisa Morgan, the stony-faced college director, a dominant lesbian, who tried to project a dull, authoritarian personality. She wore no makeup, had her hair styled in a bun, and, to top it off, wore fake little round spectacles that she often looked over the top of. She was trying to look older, especially as she wore austere business suits.

However, that was not the real Melisa and certainly not the one who stood next to Janet. Beneath that hard-projected image was a warmer personality, one that existed away from the college. She was now wearing tight jeans and a jacket, her long brunette hair down and secured in a ponytail by a black hairband. There was no sign of her round glasses. Like JJ, she was tall and slender, though her chest size was two cups smaller than Janet’s.

Mrs Jones' eyes temporarily left the football match and glanced towards Jenna. She was now on the swings, and only thirty feet away.

Knowing she was no threat to winning the attention of her husband, Janet’s eyes then settled on her tall, dark-haired lesbian friend, and she warmly spoke to her. “Besides, I’ve told both Jason and Jenna that you are a teacher and that you will be checking if they have done their homework whenever you come over.”

Melisa laughed.

“Threats will only get you so far, JJ… But if you personally reward me, I will put on my official tone and my little round glasses, then apply my most austere tenor. That should scare them – it certainly works with my teenage students.”

Janet giggled, choosing not to answer her friend.

“You do know that I am a real teacher?” Melisa added, now wondering if JJ knew that fact.

Janet weakly smiled; it hadn’t occurred to her.

Taken aback, Melisa continued, “I have the qualifications to prove it. I achieved three A-levels and two degrees and went to teacher training school. There I slept with my first older woman, so I am well-qualified!

“Anyway, I seemed to have taught you something in the prep room,” she chuckled, thinking back to when they met three weeks ago. She then wiggled her middle finger, reminding JJ.

The action made Janet blush, as she remembered how she had willingly submitted to the dominant lesbian's tongue. Melisa had also finger-fucked her in the arse, causing Janet to have one of the largest orgasms of her life as she squirted over her friend’s face.

But that was then, and despite JJ being bi-curious and Melisa being willing, they had put any thoughts of continuing a sexual relationship on hold, as they did not want to potentially damage their budding best friends' bond.

"So", Melisa remarked, now knowing all about Janet’s sexual arrangements. “Did you manage to see Hugh this week?”

“No, and you know it!”

Janet was feeling sexually frustrated.

“John was away, and he didn’t get back until after midnight last night.”

Melisa grinned, then teased, “So, no rumpy-pumpy?”

Janet huffed, turning briefly back to the football match, knowing she was being provoked. She was also irritated that her current sexual frustration showed. She exclaimed without turning, “You know, best friends can soon become ex-best friends!”

Melisa smiled, knowing their relationship was thriving on teasing each other.

JJ continued, "It's not helped by the fact that Hugh is travelling to California next week. He writes software for an American company.”

“How does that work?” Melisa questioned, and she seemed surprisingly interested.

"Well, I don’t know exactly, except that Hugh has to post computer discs to California most days. However, he hopes that in the next year, he will be sending the code down the telephone wire.”

Melisa chortled, “Was posting the computer discs eating into your fucking time?”

“Rules!” JJ exclaimed; she didn’t want her children, especially her youngest, to hear bad words.

Janet looked around—Melisa was still quietly chuckling; luckily, Jenna was still playing on the swings.

It was at that moment that the watching parents roared. Janet missed Jason’s first goal for the Somertyn under-thirteen football team.

Mrs Jones glared at her friend.

Defensively, Melisa remarked, “It was a cross like the last one, but Jason got there this time—a tap-in. You are just going to have to bend the rules and tell him that you saw it… It's just a white lie… Isn’t that part of what being a mother, or more importantly… being an aunt, is all about?”

JJ frowned at Melisa, though inside she was trying not to smile. She liked having her teasing lesbian friend around. The way they thought was similar. But she had also made it clear to Melisa that she needed to protect her family, so Janet reminded her of the rules that they had agreed to: no swearing and no talking about sex when her children were around!

“I am learning,” Melisa stated and then chose to go back to her original subject, Hugh.

Mrs Jones rolled her eyes as Melisa asked, "JJ, since you're not seeing Hugh as often now, how is your relationship with him going to work… and yes, I do want to hear all the details?"

Giving in and moving away from the other parents to make sure that no one could hear, Janet stated, “For a lesbian, you seem awfully interested in my boyfriend.”

“I want to know how the relationship works and what makes you tick.”

JJ giggled. “Sex.” It was her one-word answer.

“Come on, I want to know more.”

“Dirty, unbridled sex, with, of course, my husband’s full approval.

“Hugh and I have been dating for just over three months.” Then, after checking again that Jenna wasn’t close, she whispered, “When I say dating, I mean fucking. But since we only have limited time together, we have hardly been out of his house.

“With the warmer weather approaching, we have agreed to make some changes so I can occasionally spend a little more time with Hugh. I am hoping to have the full boyfriend experience, and on rare occasions, I may even stay overnight. But John and I have also mutually agreed that it must not interfere too much with our family life.

“With the extra time, I'm planning to do things with Hugh that I can’t do with my husband.”

Melisa knew that Janet was happily married. She also realised that part of the reason she had become JJ’s first close female friend since being married was that Mrs Jones was protective of her husband and that she posed no threat because she was gay.

She also knew that the idea of Janet having a boyfriend initially came from John, but JJ had quickly agreed to it and now wanted to spend more time with Hugh. That had surprised Melisa, as Janet had a young family.

However, Janet was a hotwife; she had both told her about and shown Melisa the anklet that she permanently wore around her right ankle, but the concept of having a boyfriend while being happily married just fascinated her. It drew Melisa into wanting to know more about her new best friend.

After checking that they were still away from the other parents and that Jenna was still happily playing, JJ continued…

“Of course, John knows all this… Hugh and I are both naturally sexually adventurous, Hugh being also extremely experienced, while I am more of a wannabe in that area—”

Melisa cut in, “John, being your first."

“Exactly, our wedding night, though ironically, it could be argued that Hugh could have been my first…”

While still mainly watching the football match and keeping half an eye on Jenna, Janet started to speak more freely, knowing now that they had moved further away from the other parents; there wasn’t anyone close enough to overhear what was being said.

She went on and explained her sexual history with Hugh and with her then-boyfriend, Freddie. Then, she shared with the engrossed Melisa details about Hugh’s divorce and his infidelity. His cheating had been partially caused by his ex-wife, Cindy, who was rather unadventurous in the bedroom and simply refused to do anything she thought lewd, even in their bed.

“John knows everything about me, including what I need sexually. He has seen the way I have changed since I have been working at Somertyn Manor, but John also recognises that he is not ready to share me in person. His pleasure comes from knowing that I love him, that he has a hotwife who would do anything for him and, of course, the sexy stories I tell him of my adventures.”

“Why doesn’t he want to join in?”

"He's not wired that way, Melisa,” JJ grinned, “and he knows that I wouldn’t let him play with another woman… The only option I have given him is to join me with another man, but he thinks that’s gay!

"One night, Hugh, John, and I ended up all naked together, which turned into a bit of an Alpha man pissing contest.”

Melisa laughed at her friend’s description and then suggested, “That can be a problem with men, not that I know.”

“Anyway, because of our emotional bond, John’s love for me, his first inclination would be to stop me from acting like a slut, while Hugh would just step aside, maybe even encourage it.

"As I mentioned, John's tastes are different, though I am hoping that with time they may become more aligned, especially since he has agreed to accompany me on my first date with Ethan."

Melisa chuckled, already knowing that next month’s date with eighteen-year-old Ethan was expected to be more of a general chat than a real date. But the fact that her husband was accompanying JJ seemed both intriguing and a good starting point for John to be more physically involved.

“The only thing that John would definitely join me on is if I dated another woman. As you know, Melisa, it’s his ultimate sexual fantasy, and one that I am curious about.”

“Well, it won’t be happening with me; I have zero interest in men.”

“Never been interested in or thought about children?” Janet questioned, already knowing what the answer was going to be.

“No… and… err… No… I’ve never even kissed a boy, never been tempted to, and I’m not the sort of woman who wants to be a mother.”

Janet giggled, “Are you sure… Aunty Melisa.”

“I’m sure!”

“Which reminds me,” JJ said with a wide smile. "Aunty Melisa, we're going to need you to babysit the night I have a date with Ethan, as John and I will be out… It will be good for all of us, especially as you are a proper teacher.”

Melisa did not immediately answer. Instead, her attention was suddenly drawn to the football match. She was giving herself some thinking time and also more encouragement to the team as she shouted out a few more instructions.

Turning back towards Janet, she warmly stated, “I will be honoured to look after your children that night.”

"Thank you… I didn’t know you liked football.”

"Well, I have two nephews who support Arsenal, and when they were younger, I babysat them a few times, although I thought those days were over. These days I prefer swimming or walking, which reminds me…”

Melisa giggled.

“How’s Dick, your hunky, hung neighbour? Isn’t he coming around to measure you up?”

Smiling, Janet nudged her still giggling friend, knowing she wasn't that far wrong.

“His name is Richard, and I don’t know if he is hung.”

Janet didn't say it, but she had a pretty good idea about the size of their neighbour's penis.

“And John is dealing with him this afternoon. So, apart from the rooms, it will be John whom Richard is measuring up!”

As she said it, JJ felt the heat building up between her legs, knowing that the occasion would be the first time their neighbour had been in their house and that she would also need to be there to give her input.

What had started as a small utility room extension had morphed into something a lot larger thanks to her husband’s grander ideas. He had suggested that they should think about a downstairs bathroom, a must if they were going to increase their family, and that it would also be desirable to add a guest bedroom with its own ensuite bathroom. Mr and Mrs Jones didn’t know whether all these changes were possible. For that reason, they asked Richard, their dishy next-door neighbour and JJ’s crush, who happened to also be an architect, to take a look at the idea.

There was a sudden kafuffle on the football pitch, a frantic scramble in the box, as the Somertyn team tried to clear the ball away. Both Janet and Melisa shouted encouragement, but the ball still ended up in the back of the Somertyn net – the score was now one all.

“I didn’t know you were so much into football,” Melisa remarked before barking out more encouragement to one of the young players.

“I married into a football family, so I didn’t have much choice. John used to play for the local side, and his father did as well. In fact, he was a semi-professional player. However, I have only kicked a ball in the park with my family, and I usually end up playing as the goalie, but I am not very good.”

“That’s because you need to learn to keep your legs together,” Melisa injected, laughing.

“Bitch!” JJ exclaimed a little too loudly, giggling as she nudged her new best friend.

It was only then that Janet remembered where she was. She anxiously turned around to check where Jenna was, desperately hoping she was out of earshot. Then she saw her standing there, no more than ten feet away, her mouth open, clearly aware that her mother had just said a naughty word!

Melisa leaned closer to Janet and whispered, “It seems you have just become a teacher too!”

*****

“I missed you,” Janet whispered, her eyes telling her husband all he needed to know as they hugged – and then kissed. This week had been the longest time the Joneses had been apart since they married.

Standing there in their bedroom, Mr and Mrs Jones embraced. It was a brief private moment, an escape from their children; Jason was in the shower, and Jenna was catching up on her recorded Saturday-morning television programmes.

“Jason told me that the match finished one-one and that he scored… Was it a good goal?”

“John, it is always a good goal when our son scores,” JJ replied, choosing not to mention that she missed seeing it!

John smiled, now wishing he had been there… “And the match?”

“Educational…” Janet decided not to elaborate on the single word as she kissed her husband again, then changed the subject and asked. “Is Richard still coming around at twelve?”

"Yes, he confirmed. I have removed the fence panel… My mum also called; she asked if I could take our children around at four. Pam, her friend from school, is calling in; she is travelling down with her husband to go on a cruise.”

“That’s the lady from Blackpool,” Janet groaned. “Do I have to go?” She had last seen her at their wedding and still remembered listening to her monologue without getting a word in.

John remembered, too.

“It’s okay; you can stay here. My mum is more interested in Pam meeting her grandchildren. Do you want to cook tonight, or for me to pick up Fish and Chips on the way home? We haven’t had them for quite a while.”

“Fish and chips, John – that’s a good idea, as I don’t have to cook."

John smiled, knowing his wife was going to say just that.

“How was the trip?”

“Too long… Way too long. I'll tell you about it in a minute, but what are you going to wear for Richard’s visit?”

Janet looked at her husband strangely and then exclaimed, “This, of course!”

Apart from her coat, JJ was wearing what she had worn to the football game: tight denim jeans, a plain bra and a thick white sweatshirt with a round neckline.

John grinned and then suggested, “I think we can do a little better, a different top, maybe?”

“You just want to see my tits!”

“True, but I like to see you tease our neighbour, as you have done in the past.”

Janet crookedly smiled but warned, “This game could be dangerous, John. I don’t want to lead him on, and Richard and I have sexual attraction.”

“I know, JJ… So you're saying you won’t be able to resist him?”

“Lock the door, John,” Janet huffed. “Then show me what you want me to wear,” she added, a lopsided grin forming.

John just smiled. He knew his wife would not be able to resist if he put the question across as a challenge.

Since the rule reset three weeks ago, when John was around, he got to choose what JJ wore when they played their hotwife game. It was one of the things that gave him immense pleasure and a little control. John thought that today there was no real possible chance to play their game, but dressing slightly provocatively and doing a little flirting would be fun.

Carrying a smile, John picked out a white push-up bra, designed to enhance the size of JJ’s above-average breasts, and a tasteful, collared, blue tartan flannel winter shirt, which had a series of matching blue buttons running down the front.

“Are you sure?” JJ questioned, looking at her husband.

“Yes, I’m sure."

Janet pulled her sweatshirt over her head and then unclipped her plain bra, knowing that their bedroom door was locked, though it couldn’t stay like that for long.

John’s eyes took in his wife’s bare chest. Her pink areolas had darkened slightly since she had children, and her long nipples were erect and expectant. Without a word, he brought his two hands up to his wife’s breasts, cupping them, his fingers gently caressing their whiteness.

“In the summer, you should work on tanning your boobs,” he softly remarked while absently thinking about how they would look once tanned.

“Maybe…” JJ whispered; her body was now responding to her husband’s gentle touch. She closed her eyes and allowed his fingers to caress her, feeling her own neediness as Janet's pussy became increasingly aroused.

Still topless, JJ pulled him closer, their mouths this time urgently finding each other, their tongues suddenly dancing.

When they broke apart, Janet was panting, as the married couple grinned at one another.

Janet smiled as she thought of something. “Did you enjoy the hotwifing book? And importantly, did you learn anything?”

“I learned that the lesbian and bisexual sections of the book have been well-thumbed.”

Janet blushed, knowing that was true. “I’m curious, John… What Melisa did with me has me thinking, and as you do know, this year I am planning to play our game longer and harder.”

“I do know, but we do need to stay in control and within our boundaries.”

“I know, John.”

John's hand returned to his wife’s breasts, once again arousing her. Then, as they kissed, his hand slid down to the button on her jeans and undid it before unzipping the fly.

She didn’t stop him, as his hand slipped freely into her knickers, and his index finger dipped into her arousal.

Janet gasped, wanting to go further.

With Hugh not available, JJ had been masturbating every night; it had taken the edge off. But now she was horny and desired her husband; she needed the real thing – his cock. Janet’s hand moved towards it and, through the material of his jeans, squeezed it.

“Do we have time?” She asked, wondering but desperate to fuck.

“Tonight we will, I promise, and I haven’t forgotten what I agreed to do.”

Janet smiled and kissed him once again, knowing that he was talking about fucking her in the arse, taking her virginity back there. It was something she was desperate to try, and she couldn’t help quietly groaning into her husband’s ear.

“But before that, you will need to both flirt and learn some restraint around Richard, as per our rules. It is part of our game, JJ, and as we have discussed, you need to learn some control.”

“I know.”

John removed his hand, and Janet put on her push-up bra and tartan shirt. She then stood in front of the mirror, adjusting it before she turned towards her husband, whose gaze went straight to the number of buttons she had undone. He smiled; JJ was showing a fair amount of her ample cleavage and a little of the lace trim of her white bra.

“John, I will need to wear a cardigan until we are alone with Richard.”

It was John’s turn to say, “I know.”

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.