With Hugh believing that Janet was experienced with hotwifing, the ride home from Hugh’s house raised more questions, with the most pressing, and perhaps the hardest one to resolve, being – how often was JJ going to see her boyfriend?

There were many other suggestions; Hugh verbally brought up a few, while Janet just let hers formulate in her mind, not yet ready to share any of them with her new boyfriend. But there were no immediate answers. All JJ could say was that she would discuss it with John, as he needed to be involved in making any decisions. However, Janet did tell Hugh that she wanted to see him frequently, but she emphasised that her family came first, which is why they needed to proceed slowly.

As the miles ticked by, and a silence started to fill the car, Janet could not stop thinking about her husband. Unspoken questions started to occupy her mind, each one a little more extreme than the last.

How was John feeling?

Was he still happy for her to continue seeing Hugh and, importantly, other men?

Would everything remain the same between her and her husband?  

Would he still love her?

When her boyfriend dropped JJ off just down the road from her house, as agreed, there was no kiss, just Janet telling Hugh that she would phone him tomorrow evening. Then they could talk a little, and she might have some answers to his questions.

As promised, Hugh discreetly watched from a distance to check that Janet got into her house safely. There were no goodbye waves, and by the time JJ was turning the key in the lock, Janet's thoughts were completely on her husband. Her mind was creating questions and throwing them out like the reels on a slot machine. Was he okay? Feeling anxious? Troubled?

Closing the door behind her, Janet took a minute to catch her thoughts and work out what to say, although, as agreed, she knew she was going to tell all—no secrets—as that was part of their hot wife game.

Janet was just about to head up to their bedroom when she heard a noise from their living room.

Slightly alarmed, thinking John was waiting in their bedroom, Janet cautiously opened the living room door and peered inside. Her husband was sitting there on his own, playing Mario Brothers. JJ just stood there, unnoticed, watching John. With every passing second, she realised just why she married him – why she loved him so much.

He was making little noises, his torso moving with the game's characters, and then an occasional mutter when Mario didn’t make the jump. Without him knowing, JJ inhaled her husband’s presence before creeping up behind him, leaning down, and wrapping her arms around his body.

“Your naughty hotwife is home,” she lovingly whispered, kissing the top of his head and causing Mario to leap into thin air and fall.

He fibbed, “I knew you were there,” needing the moment to feel his wife’s welcome aura.

Softly smiling, JJ let the white lie go, knowing this was an important moment in their now-open marriage.

“While I waited for you, I thought I would get some practice in, as Jason beat me earlier.”

“Did he?”

“Yes, too many times.”

Janet tenderly eyed her husband, though she did not speak as he took her in his arms and they lovingly cuddled. This was their moment, a time to collect their thoughts and let the unspoken raw emotion dissipate.

“Actually, Jason beat me in every game!” John whispered into his wife’s ear.

“He must take after his mother, then!”

JJ’s comment had them both smiling, their love for each other re-established, her earlier anxiety ebbing away.

“Are you okay?” Janet enquired caringly. It was a question she had wanted to ask ever since she arrived home. Then, knowing her husband, she added, “This has nothing to do with losing to our son at Mario Brothers.”

“I know…”

“I need to know, John, are you still okay with our hotwife game?” The crucial question was tenderly whispered, though the words seemed loud, cutting. But they helped break through the fog of muddled emotions they were both feeling. So, it was with new energy that JJ added, “Now that I have been with another man, my new boyfriend. And, remember, it will always be your call if you want me to stop.”

Her husband lovingly looked at Janet and kissed her. No words, just a long, loving kiss.

It was all JJ needed. For now, it was the perfect answer, although Janet knew she would be asking the same question many more times over the weekend. To play their hotwife game, she needed her husband’s reassurance, his love.

“Let’s go upstairs, as I believe I owe you a story.”

“Actually, there are two, as I never got to hear fully about what happened at Rose Cottage.”

Surprised at her husband’s reaction, Janet didn’t respond and instead chose to study him carefully. She was once again trying to understand how he was feeling – that he was okay.

“You haven’t forgotten this morning?” John whispered, not expecting his wife’s delay.

It was a question that brought JJ’s aura back into the room as she giggled, “Oh, that!” and then kissed John’s cheek. “I was only slightly naughty at Rose Cottage.” Taking her husband’s hand, she led him toward the lounge door. “You need to know, since then I have been – very – naughty wife!” Janet emphasised the very.

At the bottom of the stairs, JJ lifted her coat, her red dress coming into view. With her pantyless bottom just under the material, she enticed her husband all the way up the stairs and into their bedroom. Although the truth was, John had been charmed by Janet’s beauty and JJ’s playfulness before they were married, and now he was enjoying his wife’s newfound naughtiness. 

With the time nudging midnight, they locked their bedroom door. For the Joneses, this was the most important part of their newly established hotwife game.

Very much to Janet’s amusement, John had insisted on calling this intimate time – the three R’s. They stood for: Recounting JJ’s hotwife activity. Reclaiming his wife and Re-establishing their relationship.

While trying not to giggle, JJ whispered, “Time for the three R’s.” As she did so, she couldn’t help thinking that they were very different from the three R’s she had learnt at St Claire’s Church School for Girls.

However, Janet didn’t want their hotwife game to be all about her. She needed that connection with her husband, that warm feeling deep inside her that John was getting as much out of this as she was.

Still dressed, Janet showed her husband the spicy cinnamon-scented candle. “Hugh thinks it's my scent,” and placed it in the bathroom. “We can think of him when I light it.”  

“JJ, I will only be thinking of you,” John replied, coming up behind her and nuzzling her neck. He wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her back against his aroused cock, its hardness surprising Janet.

“John, I do need to know more about how you felt when I was with Hugh and how you managed to cope with getting through the evening. This game is about both of us.”

“I know… Honestly, I am fine, but the night is not over yet, and I need time to fully process. Give you the answer you deserve.”

John turned his wife around and kissed her again, this time passionately, his hands wandering over JJ’s body, reassuring her that nothing had changed; he still loved her, desired her.

The kiss took them back into their bedroom. Janet asked her husband to help undo the dress, and she let it fall away, leaving her standing naked apart from her black lace bra, which she unclipped and threw towards the washing basket standing in the corner of the bedroom.

“No knickers?” John quietly questioned, his eyes staring at his wife’s bald pussy.

Janet noticed his stare.

“My pussy is still yours, John. Only you can loan it out.” JJ’s words came from her heart. Then, noticing that her husband’s stare had not moved, she wickedly teased, “Hugh prefers me without panties.” It wasn’t true; it hadn’t been mentioned, but part of her liked the idea of her boyfriend asking her not to wear underwear.

“John, I think this is the point when you get undressed…” She then giggled, “My pussy hasn’t changed since Hugh used it!”

Janet’s hands started undoing John’s belt.

That brought her husband out of his reverie, as the mood lightened, and John chuckled, “I know, I just wanted to check.”

Realising her husband’s more relaxed state, JJ giggled, “Hopefully, you will be doing a lot of checking soon!”

She dropped to her knees and pulled her husband’s jeans and boxers down, his erect cock springing out, almost hitting Janet’s nose. It was an action that had them both smiling; their mood currently light and playful, with the stories and talking yet to come.

Janet swirled her tongue around her husband’s stiff cock, pre-cum now slowly leaking from it. It made her realise that he would not last long, and that was not all. Though John had not yet said it, that he had enjoyed the thought of his wife being with her boyfriend.

With a knowing smile, JJ checked to see if the trace of her red lipstick was still there. It was.

Looking up towards John’s face, she declared, “You know that I was just teasing you about removing the lipstick.”

Janet wiped away the remainder. 

“I know. I went to remove it but… stopped.”

“Why?” The question was accompanied by a warm smile.

Her husband looked a little sheepish.

“Come on, John?” Then, to encourage him, JJ took his cock once again into her mouth, and then she slowly moved along his stiffness until her lips were teasing, and her tongue swirled around his dick’s gland. It was a sluttish action that brought a muffled groan from her husband.

“I will tell you how I've been practising doing this!”

JJ took John’s cock to the back of her mouth, just as she had done when preparing to go out with her boyfriend, and then relaxed her throat, taking him a little further and holding him there. Three-quarters of John's cock was in Janet's willing mouth before she moved away again.  

“Go on; tell me then, John…”

“It made you still feel close to me,” John dryly whispered, slightly embarrassed. “It also reminded me of what you were doing with your boyfriend.”

For JJ, her husband had once again just given her the perfect answer.

“Maybe I should do it more often?” She warmly replied.

With a salacious look, Janet took her husband’s cock back into her mouth, deep-throating him. Then, after his slow release, she stated, “As you can see, I have been practising. It is why I have asked you to purchase a dildo that is a similar size and shape to your cock. It will be better than a cucumber, as I want to practise more and learn to get perfect control of my gag reflex.”

“Did you do that with Hugh?”

“No, John.” Then, with an impish look, she giggled, “At least not yet!”

Their lighter mood was now established.

Without giving her husband time to think, let alone say anything, JJ’s mouth went to work, licking and kissing as she performed fellatio. Already close to his climax, it wasn’t long before he was grabbing her hair, fucking her mouth, and then cumming. There was no warning. Since first working at Somertyn Manor, Janet has become well-practised at sucking her husband’s cock.

JJ swallowed what she could before pulling away, the final, weaker jets splattering onto the floor. Mopping them up and then passing John the hand towel, Janet grinned, “Are you feeling better?”

John could only murmur, “Thank you,” which made his playful wife giggle as she felt once again in control and, importantly, reassured that her husband still loved her.

After he cleaned up, it wasn’t long before his clothes hit the bedroom floor, and they snuggled up in bed together… It was time for the three R’s.

Janet started telling her morning story about what had happened at Rose Cottage with Earnest and William. As she did so, she felt, with an inner smile, John’s new erection. She took it into her hand and started to gently wank him. As she did so, she gave strict instructions that he was not to cum.

JJ was also trying to judge her husband’s reaction to her hot story. However, as she gave her account of what happened, she soon realised that the only response she'd get from her husband was that he'd be asking her more questions—needing all the details!

It was clear to JJ that John was excited, as he wanted to know more.

With his cock not showing any sign of softening, Janet released her grip and straddled her husband just like she had done hours earlier with her boyfriend. It gave JJ an impish idea, and she suggested to John that she wanted him to unfuck her.

John just smiled, not sure what his wife really meant, and yet, he longed for his release.

Finishing her story about the morning events, she stated, “You are not to cum in this position; promise me that, John.”

He agreed, almost sighing as Janet slowly lowered herself, taking her husband’s cock into her wetness. Her pussy was again needy, as she was finding telling her hotwife story and seeing her husband’s reaction to it as arousing to her, as it was for him.  

“This was the position Hugh and I finished in,” JJ softly stated, before leaning forward and kissing her husband. “But he didn’t climax this way, so I don’t want you to either. Let me know if you're getting close.”

“Okay, but it won’t take much to get me there,” John somewhat sheepishly admitted.

Janet stopped moving.

“No, I will be okay… Just tell me your story; I need to know!” 

Janet warmly smiled and then went through her time with Hugh. She started at the beginning and did not leave anything out, telling her husband that she would deal with any questions after they fucked.

“My pussy is needy too,” JJ stated, as she reached the point in her story when Hugh took her from behind. “John, it’s time for us to fuck,” she gasped. Her desire had built with every word and was now similar to her husband's.

To John’s surprise, his wife climbed off his member, her wetness and its sweet aroma obvious to both of them. They needed each other; they needed to fuck and reconnect. JJ then bent over, her pussy slit glistening in the bedroom light. It was the same position she had been in for Hugh earlier.

She teased, “You know how much I like it this way, John. Come and fuck me, just like Hugh did. We both need our release.”

John needed no further invitation. His balls ached, and as JJ had suggested, he needed to fuck his wife and climax. Reclaim her.

It was with little effort that he pushed his hardness into his sopping wife’s cunt. John needed to use her just like Hugh had done. This was not going to be long, loving sex; instead, it was more of a hard, vigorous fuck. In his mind, he reminded himself that he was her man and her husband.

While trying to keep the noise to a minimum, John started to pound his wife, their slapping sounds reverberating around the room. But this did not stop them; they needed this reconnection.

Both of them needed to climax in order to feel reclaimed.

“This is how my boyfriend fucked your wife,” Janet moaned, just loud enough to be heard above the continued fast and furious slaps.

“Hugh lasted–”

Her husband let out a primal grunt as he ejaculated deep inside JJ, flooding her cunt and triggering his wife’s much-needed orgasm. JJ was reclaimed. The slapping overture was replaced by John panting and Janet finishing what she was about to say…

“Hugh lasted twenty minutes.”

The Joneses stayed there, locked in position and listening for the sound of young feet. They knew that they had been noisy, too loud, but luckily, their home remained quiet.

Still locked, JJ started to giggle; John’s ejaculate was now dripping out of her. “You still got one more position to have me if you want to fully unfuck your wife.”

“It’s late; I think I let Hugh have that one,” John puffed, sated.

“Well, my boyfriend only lasted thirty seconds for our first fuck; we were both so worked up.”

John smiled, thankful that he had lasted longer than that!

With both the Joneses sexually satisfied and the time approaching one in the morning, they snuggled up together, with sleep not far away.

“John, there are a couple of things I need to say before we fall asleep. Things we need to talk about before I phone Hugh—”

“Your boyfriend,” John injected, making it clear to JJ what she should call him.

“Yes, my boyfriend, but do remember, John, that boyfriends are normally only temporary, unlike husbands.”

“I know…”

“So, John, I need to know this before we sleep. How was it for you when you knew I was with Hugh and what I was doing with him?” 

“Honestly, JJ, I felt jumbled up inside. I wanted you to enjoy yourself and have fun with him. But I admit that there was a part of me that wanted to go and rescue you and hoped that he was lousy in bed. However, for me, the hardest part was watching you walk away at the beginning of your date. That was the only time I felt real apprehension.”

Janet kissed her husband’s cheek, quietly pleased with his answer, though she knew that she would be asking the same question tomorrow. She then told John about the potential use of Hugh’s car and that she needed to know how often she could see him. The other questions can wait for now.

“But, for those two particular questions, I will need an answer from you tomorrow, before I phone my boyfriend in the evening.”

Turning towards his wife, John started to answer, only to be interrupted by her. She said, "I don't need an answer right this minute; it can wait until the morning."

“It’s okay, JJ, I don’t need time to answer; the car sounds like a wonderful idea. As I just mentioned, I didn’t like you walking away, especially as it was dark.”

“Really, and driving away is easier?” JJ questioned, surprised by her husband’s statement.

"Yes, because it's safer for you. It's also less likely that anyone will see you with Hugh and ask awkward questions."

“True,” Janet injected. She was pleased with her husband's answer and liked the idea of the freedom a car would give her. “She also had the money now to run one,” she thought.

“As for seeing Hugh, I guess as long as it doesn’t affect family life, it would be down to you. Doesn’t he work from home occasionally? Maybe you could see him then.”

“You really don’t mind me seeing him?” Janet questioned, shocked that her husband seemed so relaxed about it.

“You’re a hotwife now, JJ. Let’s start slowly and see where this goes…”

“Wasn’t I a hot wife before?” Janet playfully teased.

John smiled and kissed his wife’s forehead. “I need to get some sleep, as it won’t be long before I have to get up and make breakfast and take Jason to football practice. He has a match in the week.”

“I know… But you have one last thing I need you to do.”

Her husband opened one eye, cautiously.

“I want you to take off my hotwife anklet, as I now want to be plain, Mrs Jones, snuggling up to my husband and falling asleep in his arms."

With a loving smile, John performed the task.

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.