Since convincing my husband to start a sexual relationship with his then-secretary Maya, the 'replacement Maya' who looked exactly like his former lover, the 'original Maya', life evolved into a very satisfying routine. Maya went from being just our secret cuckcake to the surrogate and nanny of our twins.
Named after their biological parents, Michael Jr. and Maya, were to call Michae Sr. daddy and Maya nana, as she was their nanny and birth mother. With me having the only unique name I was simply Janet. However, when little Maya was old enough to realize that she and our replacement Maya shared the same name, she started using Maya to express their bond. It was a game, I have to admit I enjoyed. I even gave in when our daughter became jealous of her brother and allowed her to be junior despite not sharing a sir name with Maya. When we were out and about, people assumed Maya was the mother and wife as the twins looked like her. An assumption I allowed, claiming it was easier than explaining the situation and I became Michael's sister and the children's aunt.
When the kids started preschool, Maya could focus more on her relationship with Michael. As much as I loved watching my husband and Maya covertly flirt the main reason for bringing Maya into my home was to make their rendezvous easier. Proximity lends itself to opportunity and having our cuckcake living under the same roof gave them plenty of opportunity. Now the woman who was fucking my husband was part of our household.
However, Maya still believed her relationship with my husband was secret and they needed to ensure the children and I were none the wiser. I took great pleasure in knowing exactly what Maya and Michael were doing. Watching her play the innocent nanny instead of a domestic courtesan was a rush. I also made sure Maya was comfortable in her position and confident enough to dress appealingly, wearing yoga pants that would show off her ass or skirts that would display her legs, passing it off as just how young women dress. Nothing over the line but certainly something a woman who wasn't encouraging her husband to have a sexual relationship with their nanny would allow. I even complimented how sexy she looked.
Michael was happy to enable my cuckquean fetish, after all, he got to have sex with a young sexy woman who wasn't his wife; all the pleasure of cheating without the cheating. He just had to make sure I got what I wanted and today I wanted to see him fuck his lover. I told him to work from home and texted Maya, on Michael's behalf, inviting her to play 'sexetary' after she dropped the kids at school. Maya replied that she would love to take some DICKTATION.
Even though Maya lived in the same house I had Michael insist they continue to communicate and plan over the secure messaging app stating it ensured their relationship was kept secret. But the real reason was I intercepted their texts and did most of the communicating back to Maya.
Having to play my part I dressed as if I was going to work, giving Maya the impression they would be alone. In real estate, just as everywhere else, sex sells. But to be taken seriously one mustn't look slutty. I wanted to highlight my physical assets, not show them off, so I chose a high-waisted black pencil skirt and a purple satin blouse and entered the kitchen just as the kids were finishing breakfast.
Michael was wearing his standard office casual look and Maya was wearing a tight-cropped tee, and a pair of boyshorts panties made to look like cotton shorts and not meant to be seen. They were tight and scandalously short exposing the lower curve of her buttocks. When I discovered them I had to buy them texting Maya, under Michael's name, that she could walk around the house in her underwear and I'd be none the wiser. A form of tease she loved to do and I loved to watch. With a kiss and a wave, the kids were off to school and I think both Michael and I focused on Maya's ass as she led the children away.
"You're looking sexy this morning," stated Michael, finally acknowledging me.
Thinking about it, Michael was right. I was dressed sexier. Normally I wore loose-fitting plain clothes around Michael so I didn't compete with Maya. Yet when the outcome was predetermined, I dressed sexy. Like I was setting myself up to fail. My skirt was more hobble than pencil, hugging my curves and forcing me to take small steps. My blouse was cut to fit and I had left the top three buttons undone displaying my cleavage and a bit of my bra. Even my underwear was sexy; matching black lace underwire bra and garter belt, with its four straps threaded through my thong panties pulling my stockings tautly and punctuated with a pair of three-inch fuck me heels.
"So now you notice me," I teased back.
"Well dressed like that yes," replied Michael, as his eyes roamed my body. "I'd say you're desperate for sex. But that's why you asked Maya if she was interested in a morning tryst. You get more satisfaction watching me have sex than having sex with me. Not that I'm complaining."
"Well I'm glad it works so well for you," I responded, placing my hands on my hips. "From what I've seen you seem to prefer it this way."
Michael shrugged, "you made Maya into the perfect lover. Besides, I'm a guy who loves sex. I can satisfy you as well. If you want? You've never been fucked in my bed. The bed Maya has been pleasured in many, many times. We never even spent the night together since we moved in. But you like it like that."
Michael's phone beeped and mine vibrated, indicating that Maya was messaging Michael. "Looks like Maya just dropped off the kids," Michael stated as he looked at his phone. "She says she'll change into something more appropriate for the 'office' so you better get into your little hideaway."
"And you better get to your office," I shot back, knowing Michael was looking at my ass as I walked away.
As I undressed I couldn't help but think about what Michael said. I did get more satisfaction watching him have sex with Maya. Why did I like it this way? I was a good-looking woman, with toned arms and legs, a flat muscular stomach, firm breasts, and a lovely face. I was still the complete package and married to an incredible lover. Yet my dark needs made that irrelevant. I saw myself as second in a race where the winner took all. I was excited by the thought of my husband having sex with another woman. The shame was not enough to make me want to stop contrary it fueled my arousal. It was a win for everyone; Maya wanted this, Michael was happy and I craved it. So yes, I wanted it this way.
Once naked I walked to my closet not to get dressed but to open the passage that led to my perverted world or what my husband referred to as my 'hideaway'. The euphoria from watching Michael impregnate Maya from the confines of my closet in what felt like an otherworldly experience had pushed my cuckquean/voyeuristic fetish to truly eccentric behavior. The house I purchased for my family, had a first-floor in-law suite with a kitchenette, now my bedroom. The space directly above the kitchenette was a 2nd-floor laundry/storage room that shared walls with Michael and Maya's bedrooms--the perfect layout to make a secret chamber to spy on their intimate moments.
I hired a construction company to remodel the house to my desires, adding a basement office and a secret soundproof playroom. As part of the build I had them install a spiral staircase and close off the kitchenette and 2nd-floor closet stating we always wanted a home with a hidden staircase. The openings to the upstairs bedrooms used by Michael and Maya were covered by two-way mirrors creating the perfect portals. Once complete I had a secret chamber that allowed me to watch my husband and Maya in what was considered the safest places to conduct their affair.
For me, stepping through the threshold felt like walking through the looking glass to an alternate reality. One that allowed my kinks to flourish unchecked creating a perverted world of voyeuristic delight and self-pleasure. As a rule, I always crossed the threshold naked entering the space that held my ever-growing collection of costumes. The outfits went from yoga pants and figure-hugging long-sleeve tops to more deviant designs in leather and latex transforming me into this unworldly being separated from reality and the laws that apply.
Today I selected a full-body lycra catsuit with a zipper that ran from my ass to my neck. Unlike some of my latex outfits, this one slipped on quickly and easily. With the addition of latex leggings and shoulder-length gloves, every inch of skin under my neck was covered. To add to the character and naughtiness I inserted a butt plug with a three-foot latex tail.
I've come to love the feel of butt plugs as they gave a sense of sexuality yet were not overly obvious; unless you add a tail. Next were earbuds synced to the microphones hidden throughout the house allowing me to hear every sound. This was followed by a custom black latex hood with a built-in gag molded into the shape of a mouse head. It was a joke to myself as I was scurrying within the walls.
Ready, I turned off the light plunging the room into darkness. This was necessary as I had to ensure no light entered the space behind the mirrors. But my lack of sight didn't impact me as I knew the layout and ascended the spiral stairs.
After climbing to the second level I entered the chamber facing Maya's room. It was a small dark space with a full-sized mirror covering what was built as a door. Barren but for a pillow set before the mirror and a bondage tower near the rear wall; essentially a steel pole affixed to the floor with spreader bars at my ankles and elbows, a restraint belt for my midriff with rings to secure my hands, and a collar for my neck. It also had an adjustable saddle holding one of the dildos I molded from my husband's penis which I could impale myself on. One of my favorite fantasies was being trapped in my alternate world by Maya secured to the tower where I couldn't move or make a sound but could see and hear all the devent things she did with my husband. But today I just knelt on the pillow.
I didn't have to wait long before Maya entered peeling it off her tee with one smooth motion and making quick work of her bra exposing her impressive breasts. The breasts that infatuated my husband, fed his children and I secretly longed to caress. Acting like she knew I was there she turned her back to the mirror and started to remove her panties in what looked like a purposefully sexual way exposing her exquisite ass and the tattoo of my husband's name.
My gaze focused on her body, knowing my husband would soon be taking his pleasure from it. The contrast between us couldn't have been starker, my lean body was completely covered while Maya's curvaceous one was completely exposed. To me, she looked like the perfect woman, with smooth sexy legs and womanly hips leading to the curve of her waist. Her impressive breasts, with hard pink nipples at the center of her perfectly round areolas, begging to be sucked, and finally her lovely face. I was envious of her; both for her body and the fact that she had my husband's full attention. Attention I willingly surrender to feed my fetish.
Ready for her transformation Maya slid on a pair of sheer black nylons giving her near-perfect legs a sexy sheen and I couldn't resist pressing my hand against my crotch. No matter how often I watched her dress, seeing her put on stockings was arousing. The idea of Maya prepping herself to sexually please my husband was an aphrodisiac. Next, she wrapped a garter belt around her waist and carefully attached each of the eight suspender straps to the stockings. This was followed by a thong that barely covered her crotch and highlighted the shape of her ass. A fitted female tuxedo jacket and four-inch stilettos completed her outfit.
Returning to the mirror Maya smiled at the transformation as I gazed at my husband's lover. Her hair fell in cascading waves highlighting the soft rounded contours of her face just as her clothing highlighted her body. If her outfit were paired with a skirt it would stand out in even the hottest nightclubs. Add a shirt and it would've eclipsed my earlier sexy office look. As it was, it looked pornographic, the deep V of the lapel exposed a wedge of skin from her neck almost to her belly button displaying the insides of her breasts while the cut at the bottom of the jacket displayed her panty-covered crotch--a sexy parity of formal wear. Once Michael laid eyes on her he was going to forget all about my office attire or his desire to fuck me. Once again Maya will have won.
Then her beautiful smile turned into a mischievous grin as she reached under her jacket and shimmied out of her thong leaving her sex on display. The effect ramped up her overall sexiness. Her outfit complete Maya turned and walked to her makeup table. With her attention away from the mirror I took the opportunity to position myself for the main event.
I descended the stairs passing my staging room to the basement, where a similar compartment viewed Michael's office. He was sitting at his desk working! Here the two women in his life worked to become sexual beings as he sat at his desk like the male lion presiding over his domain. But his ability to focus was shattered when Maya appeared at the door.
