Janet went to nudge Hugh but stopped. Then she inwardly giggled as she slowly realised that what Hugh had just said was true: that she was well on her way to becoming promiscuous.

But wasn't that what she wanted?

A sudden doubt entered Janet’s mind as she tried to resolve her question, knowing that it needed to be addressed.

“John wanted this,” she thought. Since her indiscretion with Earnest and William, he had said as much. On the phone earlier, he had encouraged her to push her boundaries, exploring new sexual desires like masturbating in her boyfriend’s kitchen and having sex there, with the real risk of being caught.

Janet closed her eyes, thinking, and realised that she wanted Hugh to guide her. That she desired to have similar exciting moments, just like the ones that she experienced in the rear of a 1967 Ford Cortina Mk2 1600E. She longed to relive her youth and add more sexual experiences and maybe even act like a slut!

She stubbed out her cigarette and leaned across and kissed her boyfriend, almost surprising him, though soon their kiss turned into a full snog. Hugh’s fingers quickly found JJ’s blouse buttons and undid them, which caused JJ to giggle as her tits spilt out into the open. The excitement of the situation built as the cool air caressed her nipples, causing them to harden.

Looking at Hugh, Janet chuckled. “Well, John has asked me to get my breasts tanned for the summer!”

She removed her jacket and blouse, briefly sitting there fully topless, before putting her jacket back on. She rolled her blouse up tightly and stuffed it into her pocket.

“The blouse is going back on when we get back to the car,” she stated confidently.

Hugh didn’t argue. Instead, he reached across and once again kissed his girlfriend. As he did so, his hand cupped Janet’s breast and rolled her nipple; it brought a whispered moan from her.

She murmured, “I guess that I am an easy lay,” into her boyfriend’s ear as his hand undid the top button of her jeans and pulled down the zip before slipping into her panties and across her bald mound.

Hugh fingered her.

JJ groaned, “You don’t know what you do to me, Hugh… I am meant to be a middle-aged mother of two, but this moment reminds me so much of our college years, when you and Freddie used to make out with me in that old warehouse yard.”

Hugh smiled as he remembered, two of his fingers now buried in her wetness.

“Does John want me to do this sort of thing with you?

“Push your boundaries; show yourself off as my slutty girlfriend."

"God, yes… I want to experience sexual acts that I have only dreamt of.”

Janet eased her jeans down and spread her legs a little further. Hugh knew that he was pressing his girlfriend’s sexual buttons and that she would soon feel the need to cum again…

It was at that moment that they heard a dog bark close by.

Janet quickly made herself presentable as an elderly couple walked past, their dog in tow. They didn’t seem to notice them sitting there, but it had been a warning.

“Have you another cigarette?” JJ asked, shakily.

She was still highly aroused.

“That was close!” Hugh exclaimed as they both lit a second cigarette.

“But fun and exhilarating," Janet added, her shock waning, although her arousal continued to linger. “I was going to ask you to fuck me over the bench.”

“Maybe next time,” Hugh’s reply was playful and not serious. Though his next sentence turned out to be very relevant to what was going on in JJ’s life, “I don’t want to sound rude, but you seem to have changed in the three weeks since we were last together. It feels like we're now on a schedule."

Although she could not mention it, Janet thought of Earnest and William and their possible inheritance. It was time to come partially clean with her boyfriend.

“We are, sort of, on an agenda, Hugh. If you are serious about winning your wife back, there needs to be a timetable. She might find someone else, someone better than Vince.

“There is one other thing I was planning to tell you today, though hopefully by the time it happens you will be back with Cindy.”

Hugh looked at Janet, puzzled.

“Next year, I am thinking of having my sterilisation reversed. I want to have another baby with John, although it appears that I am currently more eager than my husband."

Surprised, Hugh asked, “Is that easy to do?”

As they continued to smoke, Janet went on to explain the procedure, the cost and the fact that when it happened, she would be only having sex with her husband. Of course, this wasn’t necessarily true, but Hugh didn’t know that.

“So, we may have a year together, tops? But don’t overthink it, Hugh. It might be longer, as nothing has been decided… We are still discussing the practicalities, especially as neither of my pregnancies was the easiest.”

“So, what does John want from me… I am planning to phone him, as I am not sure what smacking you and pulling your hair means to John.”

Janet smiled. "Now that I have experienced it, I am not sure about having my hair pulled either; that was painful.”

“And the spanking?” Hugh curiously asked, now also smiling.

“I rather enjoyed that… It was more of a pleasurable warm tingling than something that actually hurt.”

Thinking hard, JJ took a long drag on her cigarette and then spoke. “I will talk to John again, but do phone him too, Hugh… You see, John vets everyone I am with, and I like that, as it keeps him involved. And maybe more importantly, it shows me how much he cares about me and our hotwife game.

“However, Hugh, you were different… He saw something in you, and you became my boyfriend. In doing so, my husband was giving you full control over what we get up to. Simply put, he wants you to push my boundaries and wants us to carry out sexual exploits that he would struggle to do with me, because he cares and loves me – because he is not wired that way.”

“JJ, is that what you want?”

“Within reason… yes.”

Hugh took a minute as he looked out across the distant estuary. His focus then travelled closer, along the creek, and stopped on the bird hide before returning to Janet.

“So, are there any specifics you want us to try?”

JJ playfully smiled, then giggled, “Actually, everything you mentioned in your first phone call, except S&M… I now know what that is!

“However, I think you already know what really arouses me.”

Hugh started listing the things he could remember… “Being watched, exhibitionism, anal sex, being jerked off over, risky sex –"

Janet interrupted him, giggling. “You are only mentioning sexual fetishes that I have experienced today!

“There are so many more. I have a list, and currently at the top of it is a threesome with another man and also for us to have sex while a stranger is watching us.

“John will not have an issue with either of those; it's only the sexual acts that could hurt me as to where he would draw the line.

“So Hugh, you told me that you could arrange for me to experience new sexual pleasures. I feel it is now time for you to act on them, time for our relationship to move forward."

With their cigarettes extinguished and deposited in the appropriate waste bin, they continued their walk in almost silence, Janet’s breasts contained only by her brown leather jacket. It wasn’t until they reached the wooden walkway that Hugh finally spoke.

“JJ, I will give John a phone call to make sure he is okay with what you want from me… I also believe you are right about Cindy. I think she just ended up with Vince on the rebound from our divorce, and eventually, she will realise that. From what I hear from our children and even your husband, he is not the man for her.

“I know sooner or later, she will realise that and start looking for another man, and I will need to be there when that happens, with a plan. Hopefully, JJ, you will help me with a strategy, an idea.”

Janet confirmed that she would.

“As for the other stuff, that will be easy, but I will need a photo, actually several. Not necessarily nudes, but it would help if they were suggestive and had something written on them to prove that you are real.”

“Real?”

“JJ, haven’t you looked in the mirror lately?

“You are beautiful, and that means men whom I approach will instinctively not believe that you exist!”

Janet smiled at the compliment and agreed to a few photos, and then, with a lopsided grin, told Hugh that sex in front of mirrors was another of her fetishes.

It was a remark that had Hugh laughing and playfully saying, “JJ, to save us time, just let me know the sexual acts that you don’t want to experience.”

That comment earned her boyfriend the type of playful nudge that was normally only reserved for her husband.

While still rubbing his arm, Hugh glanced up the long walkway towards the wooden hut partially hidden in the reeds and asked, “Have you been in a bird hide before?”

“No, have you?”

“A few, including this one… However, before you say anything, I want to clarify that I am not an ornithologist."

“A what?”

“A birdwatcher.”

“Hugh, why didn’t you say that in the first place?” Then, with a wicked smile, she added, “You know, you must be an ornithologist, as any normal person would have just said birdwatching."

Hugh didn’t bite, as he didn't want another bruise on his arm next to the one he had just received. Instead, he took Janet’s hand and walked with her along the walkway to the bird hide.

As they approached, Janet realised that the wooden hut was not as large as she had anticipated, maybe big enough for six birdwatchers. Hugh tried the door, and it seemed locked until an older man unhooked the wooden latch and explained in hushed tones that you need to keep it locked to stop the door from banging in the wind. He then dropped some black netting across the opening to cut down the light coming into the hide.

“I’m Sam. You’re the first two people I've seen this morning, but you just missed the Oystercatchers. There was a pair of them here earlier.”

“That’s a pity,” Hugh replied, disappointedly, before introducing JJ as his girlfriend.

Janet remembered her engagement, wedding and eternity rings, which suddenly weighed heavily on her finger. She put her left hand into her jacket pocket.

With the two men talking to each other about birds in nothing more than whispers, Janet lost interest and tuned out. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she took the opportunity to evaluate Sam.

He seemed a cheerful sort of fellow with a bushy beard, which Janet was not a fan of, as she disliked facial hair, only just about tolerating Hugh’s goatee. Sam was aged around seventy and a little on the short side, especially in comparison to Hugh, who was tall.

With the men still talking, Janet took the opportunity to stand on the step under the viewing slot in the wall and look out… She saw a duck, a swan and then a seagull and then compared them to the general picture chart that was fastened to the hide's wooden wall.

On studying the photos, she was surprised to learn that she had, in fact, seen a Mallard Duck, a Mute Swan, and a Herring Gull. It was only then that she realised the talking had stopped and silence had engulfed the hide. She glanced towards both men – they were both looking at her, a hunger in their eyes.

Hugh stepped behind JJ while she wondered what was going on. Then it hit her, a sudden realisation that she was with two men, one of whom was a stranger. The situation was so similar to what she and her boyfriend had been talking about a couple of minutes earlier.

Janet’s throat was suddenly dry. All she could do was to mumble, “Hugh!”

Though lost in the dimness, Janet’s eyes pleaded with her boyfriend, JJ, now understanding what she was going to be asked to do. She did not feel ready. Maybe she needed to talk to John, and yet there was a surge of sexual energy, a need, accompanied by an old college memory.

With the only light coming through the three horizontal viewing slots, Hugh wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and whispered, “Sam tells me he hasn’t seen any ‘Great Tits’ today… They are his favourite.”

“Are you serious?” Janet questioned, as she tried to disregard the silly ornithologist's comment.

Her eyes travelled towards the older man, and JJ sensed that he was grinning, though his lips were mostly hidden behind the bushy beard.

Hugh whispered into Janet’s ear, “I’m very serious… You have just told me you desire to expose yourself to strangers. Do you know Sam?”

“No, but…”

Janet felt unsure, and yet her boyfriend was right. They had discussed it! She wanted to recapture that feeling, that moment from her teenage years… Here she was safe, with Hugh, and no dogs to disturb them.

Sam stepped closer, his stare taking in JJ’s entire desirable figure.

A pleasurable shiver ran down Janet’s body, her pussy now wet and expectant.

“This will be like what we used to do at College,” Hugh whispered, his mouth now kissing her neck.

“I know,” she breathed in reply, knowing Hugh knew exactly how to arouse her.

JJ’s eyes were still on Sam; he was only a few feet away, her mind now wondering if his cock was stiff and desiring her, though she also knew that she could not let it go that far.

“Are you married?” JJ asked, her voice now clearer, though she was looking for the last vestige of a reason not to do this. It was in the Joneses' hotwifing rules not to play with married men.

"Divorced," Sam answered firmly; his eyes were now undressing her.

Janet stifled a moan as she felt the front zip of her brown leather jacket start to slide down, Hugh’s fingers gently tugging. The cool air enveloped her breasts as they came into view, her long nipples erect and expectant. She closed her eyes, returning to her past, as JJ thought back to parading around the old warehouse yard in front of her then-boyfriend, Freddie Thomas, and Hugh, who, by fate, had become her current boyfriend.

She opened her eyes and then almost purred as she felt her jacket fall away. She just stood there, topless, in front of a stranger – Sam. Her pussy was wet, demanding attention. JJ wanted to put her hand down the front of her tight jeans, into her wetness, and make herself cum.

Hugh knowingly whispered, “Does that feel better?”

Janet didn’t answer. Her eyes were still on Sam, the older man having not moved.

With her leather jacket now hanging on a hook, JJ felt her boyfriend's hands come up and touch her breasts before cupping them. His fingers brushed her nipples, and then he gently rubbed them. It was an action that had Janet reaching back, trying to touch Hugh’s hardness.

“God, yes,” she sighed in response to his touch. It also answered Hugh’s question.

Her pussy was needy, wanting to be touched, caressed, and above all, loved. Instinctively, JJ parted her legs. It was the natural thing for her to do. She once again reached behind her, trying her best to fondle her boyfriend’s cock, although still contained within his trousers.

She managed the merest of touches, and yet, it was enough to confirm Hugh was hard, his cock already stiff enough to fuck.

As his hands continued to caress and play with Janet’s breasts, her boyfriend pulled his body back. He was not letting her hand fondle him, his erection now just teasing her fingers.

Hugh whispered his words loud enough for the older man to hear.

Then the all-important, urgent question: “Do you want Sam to touch you?"

"Yes," Janet’s single-word answer, her desire growing, but knowing she needed to experience this opportunity. Live life a little, just like her husband wanted JJ to do.

Janet shut her eyes and let her mind drift, feeling her boyfriend’s soft caresses give way to Sam’s more urgent ones. His fingers were coarse, hinting that he once worked outside, contrasting with Hugh’s softer office skin.

Her body began to respond to Sam’s touch, his urgent breathing close to her ears as the older man moved closer. Her boyfriend’s hands moved lower, caressing her flat stomach in little teasing circles.

There were no words, just hot breaths against her cool skin and shallow but demanding moans from JJ. This experience was way beyond what she had ever done before—a stranger watching her, touching her sexually.

A thought flashed through her mind – This was what she would be expected to do if she became a grade-five domestic at Somertyn Manor.

She felt a mouth on her right nipple, suckling it, and with it, bushy hair scouring her soft skin.

Janet’s eyes flew open. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she took in the sight of this older man sucking on her tit, his hand still caressing the other breast.

Hugh’s mouth was working down her spine, little soft, warm kisses… signals to her increasingly wanton pussy.

“This has to stop,” Janet thought rationally.

Those words started to form on her lips as she closed her eyes, and she found herself back in that Ford Cortina, being touched, being fingered, experiencing those youthful throes of sexual pleasure. Mrs Jones thought of her husband and the story John would hear tonight. Then, in an instant, she felt Hugh’s fingers undo her denim jeans' waist button.

Janet opened her eyes.

It was once again nineteen eighty-six. Hugh was still behind her, but now standing… She felt a sudden urge to show Sam everything – to let him use her and bring out her inner slut!

She did nothing to stop her boyfriend from undoing her jeans. She even wiggled to help him pull them down to her knees.

Sam pulled away, his eyes travelling lower as JJ’s bald mound came into view, though her shaved slit remained lost in the darkness.

It was Sam’s turn to be speechless as he took in Janet’s beauty, Hugh’s fingers moving into JJ’s folds. Janet knew that she was going to cum, but that was exactly what she needed.

She felt the older man's hands once again on her breasts, fondling them, JJ enjoying the two men’s caresses.

Sam absentmindedly muttered, “These are so much larger than my girlfriend's.”

They were the first words spoken in a while, and they were hard-hitting.

It brought JJ out of her sexual reverie, and she remarked, “I thought you said that you were single.”

Janet then took a step backwards.

“You asked if I was married, and I told you that I was divorced, which is true, though I have been with Elizabeth for nearly twenty years.

“Why does it matter?”

Janet pulled her jeans up, not answering. She was annoyed with herself for not asking the right question and put her leather jacket on.

With Hugh looking on somewhat surprised, and despite her horniness, Janet told Sam that it was time for her to go and thanked him for a great time.

“What did I do wrong?” Sam questioned, still not understanding.

“Actually, nothing; it was my fault… Sorry, Sam, but I don’t play with married men, and when you've been with someone for twenty years, I consider that being married.”

Janet held Hugh's hand, her head now clear, even though her pussy longed to be touched and fucked.

“Thank you, Sam…

“Good luck with your ornithology.”

The door closed without an answer, and hand-in-hand, they went to Hugh’s car.

“JJ, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied while putting on her bra. She then added with a smile, “Just a little horny; do you mind if we forgo lunch?”

Hugh smiled, not surprised, and carefully stated, “I didn’t know you were so strict about playing with married men.”

“I just don’t want to risk splitting up any marriages – that’s all.

"Today was fun,” she cheerfully stated. “On the way back to your place, Hugh, I will go over our hotwife game rules, as I am certain John will want me to do something similar in the future.

“I certainly know I do!”

*****

That afternoon, they discussed their future sexual relationship, and it became a hot topic. However, the conversation was often broken up by bouts of fucking, their frequency occasionally leaving Hugh wishing he still had Sam available to help him out.

Using the Polaroid camera Janet had brought with her, she allowed Hugh to take and keep four candid photos of her. Each picture included a piece of A4 paper with Hugh and JJ written on it, along with the day's date.

The suggestive photos were to prove that JJ was real and interested in further sexual adventures.

When Mrs Jones left for home in time to cook tea, Hugh gave her a little wave, now knowing a lot more about what JJ expected from their future relationship. However, as he watched Janet’s red Ford Sierra pass through the electric gates, he knew that he had one thing left to do.

He returned inside and stopped by his telephone, chuckling to himself as he thought of JJ’s hand-held brick of a phone.

“No worries about a signal,” he thought.

He picked up the receiver and called John.

They had a lot to talk about…

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.