“I have been naughty,” JJ whispered with a mischievous grin as her husband walked in from work, having just shut the front door. A deep kiss and a loving cuddle followed his wife's admission.
John was stunned, having never received a welcome home quite like that!
He grinned, astonished, as he watched his wife deliberately wiggle her jean-clad bottom all the way to the kitchen door, where she stopped and giggled, “We'll talk later, though you might want to check your bedside drawer.”
And with that, JJ was gone, back to being mum, making the tea for the family.
With his thoughts scrambling and his heart thumping, John briefly stood there looking at the white kitchen door. He was trying to calm himself, waiting for his arousal to subside. Then, with a surge of fatherly energy, he told their disinterested children that he was home and then pecked his wife’s cheek, while his hand surreptitiously squeezed JJ’s bottom, an action that brought a smile to her mouth.
“Go and have a shower,” his wife suggested with a lopsided grin. “I'll be dishing up in twenty minutes, and please keep in mind I’m out with the girls tonight.”
"That’s why I’m home early,” he winked, fully aware that tonight was going to be JJ’s first date with Hugh, her boyfriend. Until now, there had been little else on his mind. But there was a new revelation, “I’ve been naughty,” which had greeted him at the front door. It was something else for him to think about, to keep him aroused.
Upstairs, John went swiftly to his bedside drawer and pulled out a large envelope with his name written on it. Inside was a bundle of cash. He realised that Janet had gone up to Rose Cottage to see Earnest and William, and that was where she had been naughty. He was going to hear two salacious stories that night.
With the money was a short list of instructions. As their children were around, everything about hotwifing needed to be done clandestinely.
1) Please run me a bath when you are having a shower.
2) Choose my outfit for me. Remember, this is for Hugh and our first date. This time, please choose something more classy than slutty, and please keep in mind that I will need underwear!
3) Don’t dally. Remember, you are looking after the children tonight, and I need time to get ready for Hugh!
With his wife’s bath now running, John reread the note. It was point two that had brought a smile to John’s face and made him reminisce about Janet’s thirtieth birthday party.
As he was just about to be hypnotised by the older man, William suggested a few wise words. It was what John needed to hear to help him take that final step – tell Janet to accept the Grade Three Domestic position at Somertyn Manor and embrace her role as a hotwife.
“Mr Jones… John, what do you love about your wife?” William had asked at the time.
He had started to list out Janet’s qualities, but just after he had started to recite them, William interrupted him and said…
“Mr Jones, if you truly love your wife, let her fly… let her be that cheerful, playful, slightly naughty woman that bubbles just beneath the surface… Inside, she craves sexual freedom, but only you, her husband, can release it.”
John knew exactly what William was referring to: JJ, the delightful, sexy part of his wife’s character. It was the woman she had become when working at Somertyn Manor as a Grade Two Domestic, and the woman she had been on their special date.
“The turmoil you are feeling, John, the anguish, will pass. You don’t yet realise it, but you will gain so much more from the beautiful woman who clearly loves you, whom you obviously love…”
When William mentioned this, he knew exactly what he had meant… He remembered how, after Jenna had been born, that gradual spiral, the JJ part of his wife, hibernated. He didn’t want that, and he needed his JJ.
“…Earnest chose to set Marion free. With his blessing, she stepped out; that's what we called it back then. Giving her freedom turned out to be the best decision for their marriage. He learned to share her willingly when he suddenly found that he had so much more of a wife, a woman, than the one he had before… And I'm not just talking about sex.
“There was more laughter and teasing; the joy seeped through every little crack that may have been there in their marriage, and of course, they also had me as part of their relationship. That was something neither of them regretted."
Coming back to the present, John had been surprised by how easily William had managed to get him to go along with the idea of not being hypnotised. How effortlessly he played the part of pretending to be under William’s influence, and how naturally he asked his wife to take up the Grade Three Domestic Position—and become a hotwife.
Those words had simply fallen out of his mouth.
However, now John could feel the angst building, just like he knew it would. But it came with the desire to see his wife happy… for her to see other men.
It may have started as a joke, which he had run with, but John still did not fully understand why he liked the idea of JJ having a boyfriend. Hugh. But John liked him, trusted him, and felt sexually excited by the idea of him being with JJ.
As for Richard, their hunky neighbour: He was a man with whom Janet visibly flirted and whom she openly admitted to her husband that she was attracted to… or, as JJ had occasionally somewhat youthfully teased, “Had the hots for.”
John had suggested to his wife that she could only see him if she told their handsome neighbour that she was cheating on her husband.
Yet, unknown to Janet, that had been a sneaky test.
If she had eagerly taken that suggestion, he would have put a stop to the whole hotwife game and her working at Somertyn Manor. Yet, John had received the answer that he wanted from his wife, which was that she was not interested in cheating on him.
For JJ, hotwifing was a game to be played as a couple, with her husband’s permission and her full disclosure, and importantly, John was to be involved whenever possible.
So, Richard was currently off limits, and beyond Hugh, it would be up to JJ to find another playmate for their hotwife game… one that came with her husband’s approval.
Looking inside the envelope, John saw another note. They were simple instructions for the night, handwritten by his wife.
Hugh is going to pick me up from the car park next to the school park at eight and drop me off just down the road. He will discreetly check that I am home safely. It will be before midnight. Hugh wouldn’t tell me where we were going—it might be straight to his bedroom!
John could not help but feel in the pit of his stomach some angst at reading that last quip. Torment, which he had sworn would not eat into him or, importantly, tear them apart. He was now committed to their hotwife game.
It was clear that Janet, or should that be JJ, was excited about what was happening tonight—a date with another man.
He felt excited as well, his cock throbbing while his stomach remained uncertain. He then noticed a third and final piece of paper in the envelope. It was a shopping list, but not your normal one.
It read…
John. Next time you are in London, do use some of this money to purchase the following sex toys, as it's time I upgraded the two I have…
1) A Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator.
2) A dildo as near as possible to the size, shape and colour of your cock—when it is erect, of course!
3) A medium-sized butt plug. I will need this if I ever choose to become a Grade Five Domestic—or if Hugh wants to take me back there!
Yes, I have been doing my research, and please remember to buy some lube as well.
Love JJ, xx.
After checking the bath, John reread the note, having no idea what a Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator was, but it was the third item on the list that caught his eye. “A butt plug,” he thought. Why would his wife want one of those?
Janet had never expressed a desire to have anal sex until now. Though, as his wife had stated, John knew some of the grade five uniforms required the use of one.
Stripping his clothes off and heading for the shower, he was trying to juggle JJ’s needs and her desires. His cock was again semi-erect, this time with the thought that his wife wanted to be fucked in the arse.
He didn’t want to hurt her. She was his queen, the mother of his children, and yet, he knew that she was a vibrant, sexual woman, one that he was deeply in love with. With his permission, a woman who seemed very willing to fuck another man, or should that be men?
Once showered and the bath filled, John slipped into his clothes and then went to Janet’s two wardrobes. She had suggested to him that he build a second wardrobe because, as a hotwife, she would need to buy new, sexier clothes. And after seeing the new bundle of money in his bedside drawer, John knew that JJ had the money to afford them.
With a growing arousal and little hesitation, John pulled out a tight, knee-length red dress. It was one of his favourites. Janet had purchased it for his company's Christmas party last year. It was a little showy, though; without knowing where JJ was going, there was a danger that she could be overdressed. But it fitted his wife’s instructions, so he carefully laid it on their marriage bed.
Lastly, John went to his wife’s underwear drawer and selected a black lace thong and a matching bra. This was his preferred lingerie set, and he guessed that it might also become Hugh’s favourite, too. With a suitable pair of black patent leather stilettos selected and JJ’s shopping list in his wallet, John rejoined his family downstairs in the kitchen.
There he found himself serving tea to their two hungry children, while their mother went upstairs to get ready to go out with her ‘girlfriends’.
As Janet went into their bedroom, carrying a bottle of recently opened white wine, she fully expected to find some skimpy, unwearable scrap of material on the bed. So, she was pleasantly surprised to find her husband’s choices. “Certainly wearable,” she thought, knowing that John needed to be just as much a part of their hotwife game as she was.
Later, in the bath, Janet relaxed after she had shaved everywhere. She sipped the second glass of wine, knowing this was a few minutes she had to herself, time to think about what she wanted from this first date. Absentmindedly, her hand slipped down between her legs as she touched her most intimate place and then recoiled as a bolt of energetic lust surged through her.
JJ had been aroused all day, first teasing two lecherous older men and then watching Richard swim lengths in his pool. Her desire to masturbate peaked as she observed his young, fit body. That was true until now, as her hand, this time more cautiously, touched the heat between her folds, and she realised her current salaciousness had crowned her early peak.
Her touch had told her all she needed to know. Tonight, she needed to fuck Hugh’s big cock and yet still keep her husband involved, interested in their game. They hadn’t been able to get a babysitter, with John’s parents away, but she hoped they would be available… next time.
Janet moved her hand away from her needy pussy and returned it to her glass of wine as she reminisced about her college days. JJ knew, in a way, that tonight’s date had been twelve years in the making – back to the evening of the College Christmas Ball. That night, she had planned to give up her virginity to Hugh with her then-boyfriend, Freddie, watching. However, their plans abruptly ended when they arrived at their safe parking spot, a walled warehouse yard, only to discover that it had been demolished.
Tonight, she was going to put that right and, at thirty, make Hugh only the second man she had been with, though Hugh thought she had done the act many times in the past. That lie was part of her defence mechanism; she didn’t want her boyfriend to become too attached to her.
After her bath, Janet wrapped a towel around her waist and went out into their bedroom, locking the door along the way.
With her skin dry and the towel no longer necessary, she walked around naked with freedom, even checking to see if their handsome neighbour was in his pool. He wasn’t. JJ dried her long blonde hair and applied her make-up, a little heavier than normal. The biggest decision was to go with the red lipstick to match her dress rather than her normal pink.
Janet realised she had another thirty minutes and took one last look in the mirror, checking her body before she slipped on her underwear. As she did so, JJ felt a hint of nervousness; after all, this was a first date.
Leaving her dress on the bed, Janet went first to her normal jewellery box and then to her secret one, where she locked her hotwife anklets. With a smile, she fastened the JJ necklace around her neck and then did the same with the matching bracelet. She wanted to keep John's presence close to her tonight, and what better way than to wear the jewellery he had bought for her thirtieth birthday?
The second piece of jewellery was a gold anklet, not the ornate piece that her husband had purchased for her. That, JJ would only ever wear when she was out with her husband and playing their hotwife game, just like she had done on their special date, and met Hugh.
With everything in place, her dress on but not yet zipped up, she called her husband. JJ wanted to have a quick chat and check he was alright before leaving. She needed his reassurance that he was still happy for her to go through with this. See her boyfriend. Play the game.
“Wow, you look amazing,” John remarked as he walked into their bedroom, his eyes roving over his wife’s body.
“I know,” JJ retorted with a lopsided grin, then questioned, “Are you okay?”
She heard the rasp of the zip being pulled up and into place.
“Never better. What happened at Rose Cottage today?”
Knowing they didn’t have long, Janet gave her husband a short, racy summary and then told him that he would get the full version later tonight.
She suggested, “I have something I need you to do for me.”
“I think you have Hugh for that tonight!”
Janet was surprised by just how relaxed her husband seemed to be. She tried to assess his demeanour, and yet she couldn’t read him. So, instead, she held up her right foot and said, “You need to do the honours.”
John took the thin gold anklet and fastened it around JJ’s right ankle. It was the sign that her husband was giving her permission to be a hotwife, to fuck other men.
With a mischievous grin, JJ asked, “Where are the children?”
“Jenna is watching Danger Mouse on television, and as you might have guessed, Jason is on his Nintendo. Why?”
Grinning, Janet locked their bedroom door and then returned to her husband and playfully whispered, “Does it excite you that tonight I will be with another man?” Her question was accompanied by her hand softly brushing John’s semi-erect cock.
“It's our game, JJ. It’s what we both wanted,” he gasped, enjoying his wife’s gentle touch.
“You know that you can stop the game any time you want. You have that power, John. Just phone Hugh’s number and leave a message. I will ask him to check his answerphone if we go back to his place.”
Janet felt her husband’s cock harden, and with an impish grin, she dropped to her knees and released John’s erect member.
“What are you doing?” John mumbled.
His obvious question brought a smile to JJ’s lips, and she put a finger to them, signalling for her husband to stay quiet.
Looking up, JJ whispered, “Stay still.”
She reapplied her red lipstick and then carefully enveloped John’s cock, taking him to the back of her throat and then a little further. It caused her husband to gasp. Due to his size, she had never tried to deep-throat him before. Keeping him there, JJ clamped her lips down on his cock and then withdrew, leaving a bright red lipstick ring around his member.
It was there to be a reminder of what she had just done and what she was going to do with Hugh.
Standing, Janet giggled, “I've been practising.” She didn’t give any other explanation. JJ didn’t want to, as she liked the thought of her husband’s mind conjecturing just how she had been practising.
“When I get home tonight, I want to see that red ring of lipstick intact – so no playing with yourself – as it is not only Hugh that is going to get lucky tonight.”
John smiled. “So you're going to fuck him?”
“Probably, and this time it will be more than one stroke. Now zip yourself up.”
John sensed his wife had been teasing him about the lipstick… and yet, he found himself not wanting to smear or remove it. As he carefully fastened his fly, his mind switched to wondering about JJ’s deep throat technique. How had she practised? He wanted to ask her, but as the words formed, something much more important came to mind… Something they should have talked about earlier…
“Are you using condoms?”
“I’m going bare, John, but only if Hugh has not seen anyone else. That's why I packed these.” Janet opened her handbag and showed her husband the pack of five condoms she was now carrying. “But, as per our rules, if Hugh starts going steady with someone else, then that is where he ceases to be my boyfriend. I am not going to get in the way of him having a serious relationship.”
John knew all about that, but it was something else that he had been thinking about. “So you're not worried about the risk of pregnancy?”
“John, it was nearly five years ago I had my tubes clipped; have you forgotten?”
“No, of course I haven’t.”
“And have you got me pregnant?”
“No.”
“Well then, I'm happy to take that chance… unless you are suggesting that your little swimmers aren’t swimming anymore.”
“Of course they are,” John replied, indignantly, yet knowing his wife was right.
Janet pecked her husband on the cheek. “I know they are too…” then, with a lopsided grin, she stated, “I bet they are better swimmers than our neighbour, Richard.”
John chuckled, knowing this time his wife was teasing him. He pulled her into a hug and just held her there, enjoying the closeness, his mind briefly worrying about whether he would still have this intimacy after tonight… And yet, he sensed that their understanding would continue, although it might be a little different. It was a thought that had him querying, “If Hugh asks, are you going to tell him how many men you have slept with?”
Unexpectedly, JJ giggled and then acted as if she had been naughty as she whispered in her husband’s ear, “Around fifty.”
“Fifty? That’s rather a lot!” John had expected her to say a number nearer ten.
“Well, I have been a lot in demand,” she playfully suggested. “And as you know, I am a popular girl!”
John just smiled and let go. Instead, he brought up something else that he had noticed. They had been next to the condoms. “I spotted that there was a packet of cigarettes in your handbag, Hugh’s brand… Don’t start smoking, JJ… I am being serious.”
“I won’t. Well, maybe just one. I will be drinking too, that is, until I purchase a car.”
“A car?”
“I will need one to see my boyfriend…” JJ giggled as she added, “And other men too!”
John’s mouth opened to say something and then closed, as there was nothing to say. This was their hotwife game, and his wife was earning enough money to buy and run a car.
“The little one will be up soon,” Janet stated as they broke apart.
John laughed. “Jason’s tall, nearly five feet, and anyway, he's not going to leave his Nintendo.”
JJ playfully nudged her husband. “I was talking about Jenna, and you know it… Anyway, it is time for me to get going.”
Janet picked up her coat and then went downstairs and said goodbye to her children. Her heartstrings pulled when, along with a goodnight kiss, Jenna said, “You look pretty, mummy.” However, her son only grunted and clearly did not want his mother to disturb his game.
As Janet left, John kissed her on the cheek, stating, “Enjoy your time with the girls. I'll wait up.”
He watched his wife walk away, across the street and into the darkness. “Maybe getting another car would be good,” he thought. Even though they lived in one of the safest parts of the country, he didn’t like Janet walking alone in the dark.
“Want to give me a game on the Nintendo?”
It was Jason.
John smiled. It was time to try and forget about his wife and what she was doing; it was time to be a dad again; and most importantly, it was time to beat his son at Mario Brothers!
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.
