Replacement Maya

"I have a confession to make," I announced.

"Don't tell me you're pregnant," laughed Michael, thinking of the two children we had with Maya as our surrogate. "We'd have a lot of explaining to do."

"No," I smiled as I straddled his naked body. "I contacted Maya."

"Maya," asked Michael with a sense of confusion. "I thought we agreed to leave her alone."

The Maya my husband was referring to his old secretary, the replacement Maya, who looked amazingly like the Maya who captured his heart.

"No, silly," I giggled as I positioned myself above his dick. "The original Maya."

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Michael and I met on my first day of college and were a couple for the next three years. Being a year older and graduating before me, we decided to test our love by seeing other people while I completed my last year, with me expecting to be back with the love of my life after my graduation.

Michael, on the other hand, met Maya, the original Maya, a Vietnamese beauty with a personality you couldn't help falling in love with, and Michael did. He told me he was sorry and asked if we could still be friends. A condolence prize I accepted. It was then that I started living vicariously through Maya, masturbating while thinking of them making love. It was the start of my cuckquean fetish.

Then Maya abruptly left, and we reestablished our relationship and married. However, my dormant fetish turned into my fixation when I saw Michael's new secretary, the replacement Maya. A young woman who had a crush on Michael and looked amazingly like the original Maya. I encouraged my husband to have sexual relations with the young replacement, tapping into our lust for the original.

Wanting added excitement, we kept Maya in the dark about my knowledge and role. Thinking it was an affair, our replacement Maya evolved from his courtesan to my husband's kept woman, living in the condo I purchased for her, to the surrogate mother of his children, and finally to our live-in nanny--all with me watching. In effect, she was our unknowing cuckcake.

But all good things must end, and the desire for such a relationship began to wane. With the children in school and Maya graduating from college, it was time. A nice young man caught her eye who was perfect for her. She needed to move on, and we agreed it was best to give her new relationship time to grow.

With our cuckcake gone, our game had come to an end, and I had my husband to myself. The sex was great; the original Maya had trained him well. However, that was not what I wanted or needed. I'm a cuckquean and crave sex, not for me but for my husband. What I needed was a cuckcake, but not any cuckcake. I needed Maya, the original Maya.

Finding her wasn't difficult. Recently widowed, she was surprised to hear from me and was captivated by my cuckquean adventures. Admitting that being a cuckcake was something she had never done piqued her interest. That's how I found myself in a coffee shop waiting for my husband's lost love.

Wanting to look sexy for our reunion, I settled on a black sleeveless body con dress. The scooped neck showed off my breasts while the hem just covered my stocking tops when standing, but rode up revealing a band of skin when seated. Adding fuel to the fire, I decided to go commando as underwear would be identifiable under the figure-hugging dress.

At exactly 10:00, Maya arrived looking like she hadn't aged a day. She wore a loose-fitting white men's dress shirt left open to display the burgundy corset underneath. Her knee-length pencil skirt had a slit up the front, exposing the tops of her thigh-high boots with each step.

Before Maya's arrival, I was undisputedly the best-looking woman here. Now I was a distant second, not even worthy of a mention, and I liked that. Even at my best, Maya would easily outshine me. I could feel my pussy moisten and my nipples harden, and given my lack of a bra and panties, I knew Maya would notice. I felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration, a sense that I just made the best and worst decision of my life.

"Hello Maya," I greeted as I made a small curtsy, cementing my subservient position.

"Hello to you, too", giggled Maya while giving a royal wave.

I smiled nervously in response, I had confessed everything to Maya: how we found a replacement and engaged in a secret cuckquean relationship, how I made the new Maya look exactly like her, and how Michael trained our new Maya in the art of lovemaking just as she had done with Michael. I even gave her access to my extensive video collection.

"You look good enough to eat," purred Maya as she pulled me in for a kiss, not a friendly kiss but an intimate kiss reserved for lovers. Maya's soft, supple lips molded to mine, and I moaned into her mouth as I found myself kissing back. Maya was an incredible kisser.

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or frustrated when her lips finally left mine, and she looked at me not as if she was assessing her competition, but more like she was valuing her prize. Not knowing what to do, I stood in position, embarrassed at the spectacle that I, a married woman, had just engaged in a passionate kiss with another woman. Luckily, no one I knew was present.

"Sit," directed Maya as she took the chair beside mine, making our engagement more intimate, and I liked how assertive she was. "You're the last person I ever expected to see. However, at least for you, it seems I never left."

"It looks like you never did," I responded. "You don't look like you aged at all. You're still gorgeous."

"Thank you," smiled Maya as she placed her hand on my thigh. Her touch was gentle but possessive. "A rich husband, or at least his money, can keep one looking young."

"Are you referring to your late husband?" I asked. "I'm sorry for your loss. After you left, we kind of lost track."

"More regaining my freedom than a loss," explained Maya. "Our relationship was more transactional than love. He got a trophy wife and great sex, and I got an expense account. As for me, you know how I am. I like excitement; as good as Michael was in bed, that wasn't enough. I wanted wealth, and now I have it. My first husband was a Hollywood mogul who wanted arm candy. But the poor thing couldn't keep up, and when he found out I was having an affair with his 2nd ex-wife, I became his 3rd ex."

"You had an affair with your husband's former wife," I questioned.

"Yes," giggled Maya. "She was a hot blonde with big breasts. Not to mention a kinky side. I may have to look her up. Maybe introduce her to your husband. Show her what great sex is."

"I'm sure Michael would enjoy that," I breathed as her fingers started to play with the exposed skin, pushing up the hem of my dress, stroking more of my exposed thigh. "He has a thing for blonds."

"My second husband proposed to me after a week in Ibiza. He inherited his father's money but not his smarts, so he had to give me $5 million to walk away. He's still paying me $24,000 per month. After him, I married Yusuf, and we lived in Dubai until he died," continued Maya as her hand slid up, her fingers now in striking distance of my exposed pussy.

My nipples were taut, and I could feel the slickness in my pussy growing. Unconsciously, I open my legs, giving her easier access as her fingers danced on my thigh, adding to the arousal already coursing through me. I let out a soft whimper. My body as her finger made contact with my uncovered vagina.

"Oh, you haughty girl," teased Maya as she ran her finger over my wet lips. "Now let me explain how things are going to be."

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"You talked to Maya," whimpered my husband as his cock spasmed at the mere mention of her name.

"We did more than talk," announced Maya as she appeared naked at the bedroom door.

"Maya," shouted Michael as he turned to face her, causing me to fall to the floor. My husband ignoring my plight.

"Hello, Michael," purred Maya as she strutted towards the bed.

My eyes were fixated on her perfect proportions. Her skin looked silky soft and blemish-free. Her curvaceous physique just begged to be held. Time seemed to stand still, and I wanted nothing more than to place my face between her thighs. But she was here for my husband, not me.

"Julie has been telling me about your naughty adventure, trying to replace me," she continued, caressing my hair like a pet before climbing on the bed and assuming the position atop Michael. I was captivated by the image of Maya straddling my husband, as if she had simply walked in and immediately taken my rightful place.

"I never thought I would see you again," confessed my husband as he reached up to caress her breasts.

Maya moaned while arching her back, pressing into Michael's hands. "I didn't think I would ever see you again either. But then your loving wife reached out to me."

Maya gave me a wicked grin, causing competing waves of lust, envy, and betrayal to flow through my body as I nervously bit my lower lip before lowering my eyes to Maya's gorgeous pussy. Her sex glistened with arousal as the excess lubricant dripped onto Michael's hard shaft, now aligned with her channel. It was like an inverted scene of Excalibur, the future queen poised to take my husband's sword and claim the throne.

"Are you ready?" questioned Maya.

"Oh yes," gasped Michael, but Maya knew that. Her question was for me. Was I ready for the one who captivated my husband to fuck him. To take my marital place.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded. Time seemed to drag as I focused on the point of intimate contact. My body quivered with apprehension and excitement, both worried about the moment of union yet wanting nothing more than to see it.

Maya held her position with the head of my husband's cock just pressed against her hole. "Did you miss me?" questioned Maya as she wiggled her hips, causing Michael's cock to pivot with her movements.

"Oh yes", replied my husband, "I thought about you daily."

My husband's response completely betrayed our wedding vows, but it was exactly what we both wanted.

"That's so sweet," smiled Maya. "I still expect you to think of me every day. But in anticipation." Maya started to lower her body, impaling herself on my husband's cock. Maya moaned in pleasure as her vagina slowly consumed its length.

"I so missed your cock," stated Maya, having absorbed its entire length. " It's good to possess it again."

"It so missed you," gasped Michael as Maya's vaginal muscles massaged his appendage.

"Then let's give him a proper homecoming," smiled Maya.

I found myself willing her on. Thirsty to see what I had fantasized about for all these years.

Slowly at first, Maya began rhythmically pumping up and down, gradually accelerating. I could feel my pussy longing to be penetrated by Michael's cock, but I knew I couldn't compete with Maya.

Sounds of pleasure emanated from both of them as she picked up the pace. Her hair and breasts bouncing as she slammed her hips against my husband before rising again to expose his juice-coated shaft before dropping back down. I stayed kneeling beside my marital bed, a spectator to my husband's pleasure.

I could feel the heat building in my loins. My pussy wanted to be penetrated. Unable to resist, my hand journeyed between my legs, caressing my labia and teasing my clit as my channel longed to be filled.

Maya continued to pick up speed. It was like I was watching some perverted organic machine riding up and down my husband's well-lubricated shaft. A slight slurping sound when she rose, and a hard slap as her thighs impacted my husband.

Then everything came to a stop as they climaxed together. My husband released a lustful groan as he shot his cum into her womb, as Maya remained impaled on his cock her body shaking in pleasure. It was so erotic, so primal, so incredible that I climaxed with them.

Maya took several deep breaths as she slowly came down from her orgasmic bliss before collapsing onto my husband's chest. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as soft moans replaced the rutting sounds from their lovemaking.

"That was amazing," breathed my husband, as he wrapped his arms around his lover.

"I think you got better," teased Maya. "Was that because of your wife or my replacement?"

"It was all you," laughed Michael. "You have a way of bringing out the best in me."

"You know how to make a woman feel special," purred Maya as she pulled away from my husband, unsheathing his now flaccid penis. "But quantity is just as important as quality, and I want more."

"Julie," stated Maya as if she just noticed I was there. " You told me you dabbled in lesbianism. Why don't you clean me out?" Moving to the edge of the bed, Maya spread her legs, exposing her vagina, dripping with my husband's cum.

After being completely ignored, Maya demanded that I clean the mess. Yet I wanted nothing more and crawled between Maya's open legs, breathing in the musky scent of fresh sex. Wedging my face between her thighs, I pushed my tongue deep inside her channel, sucking up as much of her fluids and of my husband's sperm as possible. I could see the triumphant smile on her face. After fucking my husband right in front of me, I was now happily eating her out, prepping her for another go at him.

"Is she any good?" asked my husband.

"Not as good as you," replied Maya. "But what she lacks in skill, she makes up for in eagerness."

Now cleaned out, I wanted to show her my worth and began to kiss and nibble at her clit. As she started to coo and I tasted fresh secretions I redoubled my efforts. With every stroke of my tongue, I was rewarded with more of her juices.

"That's a good girl," praised Maya as she stroked my hair. "You want to please me, don't you. To be my little pussy licker and consume all of the creampies your husband gives me."

"Yes," I breathed as she pulled me back to look into my eyes.

"Then prep Michael," ordered Maya.

I did as she commanded, switching to my husband's cock. I begin by taking the tip into my mouth and running my tongue around its head, licking it clean as I massaged his balls. Inch by inch, I consumed my husband's cock, sucking and cleaning it as I went, trying to complete my job before it hardened once again and would be all but impossible to fit into my mouth. Soon my efforts paid off, and Michael's cock lengthened.

"Don't you dare cum," threatened Maya. "Your sperm is mine."

"I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to fuck you for anything," replied Michael.

Once my husband was ready, he pulled back, and Maya assumed the doggy position and looked into my eyes. It was a taunt by this harlition taking my place.

Maya's eyes and mouth widened as my husband filled her once again. Michael wasted no time pumping in and out of his old lover. His hands were gripping her hips firmly, and a slapping sound was coming from each hit of his thighs to her ass. This time, Maya kept eye contact as I smiled back.

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"This way, gentlemen," I instructed as I led the mattress delivery men towards the stairs of Maya's mansion, my pleated skirt revealing the tops of my stockings with each sway of my hips. If my sexy office attire didn't affirm my role in the house, the collar around my neck surely did.

Just before Maya reentered our lives, Michael accepted a job as head of technology for a company in New York. This turned out to be perfect, as Maya inherited two townhouses over three lots in Manhattan and insisted that Michael come live with her while I stayed behind so our two children could finish the school year.

For four long months, I watched from afar, locked in the chastity belt Amber purchased as Maya and Michael rekindled their sexual relationship. Many a night, I sat naked, wearing only the belt and a VR headset, watching my husband and Maya have sex while listening to them talk like lovers.

Maya's former husband originally wanted to build a truly massive estate. For years, he tried to get permission to add the four-story 4,000-square-foot town-home to the current four-story and three-story merged 7,000-square-foot structure at the corner. Maya kept them separate, at least on city records, having me and the children move into the smaller of the two.

For our home, the top floor was for the children, each having their own bedroom, a dedicated playroom, and a study. The third floor was dedicated to Michael. A massive, masculine bedroom with a bathroom, a huge closet, an office/library, and a game room housing the pool table I originally purchased for our replacement Maya's condo. My bedroom and the guest rooms occupied the second floor, and the first floor had the general living rooms.

Maya's home was done in a Parisian style befitting the erotic woman who lived there. The fourth floor held what Maya called the starlight room, a gathering space with a wet bar that opened to the rooftop deck covering the lower house, complete with a hot tub. Maya's living and 'entertainment' space occupied the third floor with an ornate bedroom, two walk-in closets, and a luxurious private bath. There was also a parlor and what was referred to as the orgy room, a mirrored room with lots of storage and a massive leather-lined bed-frame as its centerpiece. The floor also has a multi-person bathroom with a custom bathtub that could hold six and a shower that could accommodate eight. The second floor had eight bedrooms, which Maya intended to make their harem floor, populated with former trophy wives. As promised, Maya's 1st husband's 2nd wife, Tiffany, was the first. The first floor was a true entertainment space, with an elegant dining room for 12 and a grand hall.

Yet the homes also had their secrets. Each has a garden apartment. Mine accessible by a secret staircase in my bedroom to what is my fetish room and closet. It's here that I dress in my work attire and enter Maya's home through what is likely the most well-equipped sex dungeon in New York, complete with two soundproof cells with toilets and showers that could house prisoners indefinitely.

It was on that level that the lesbian identical blond twins, Mia and Maya, lived. Kicked out of their home when their parents caught them making out with each other. Maya took them in; she used their submissive tendencies to make them her sexy french maids. Each morning, they rolled a die with red and black sides to see who'd wear the red or an identical black haired wig. While on duty, they were called Noire and Rouge, and it was impossible to tell who was wearing which wig each day.

There was also a connection, concealed by moving panels, linking Michael's and Maya's bedrooms, granting access to and sight of each other's beds. I'm not allowed to use this passage; instead, I have to go to the basement and back to my bedroom to transit between the rooms.

Officially, I was Maya's personal assistant, an explicit arrangement, which Maya had drafted into a binding contract and NDA. I'm officially an independent contractor employed to meet all of Maya's needs without limit, 24/7. Per the agreement, I'm required to dress as Maya instructs at all times. There was also a sworn statement that Michael and I are both her lovers. In effect, Maya made me as close to a slave as she legally could.

She even took the game a step further, legally changing her name to Julie Traan-McHones and having my husband list his legal address as her home. For our children and family functions, I was Ms. Julie McHones, wife of Michael McHones. But at Michael's office and their social relationships, Maya was his implied wife, and I became his sister, who shared his wife's first name. Maya joked that she was now the 'replacement Julie'.

Maya entered the room just as I finished turning the bed. Wearing a sleeveless top that hugged her body and a sheer black ankle-length skirt that was split up the middle to just below her crotch, she was the picture of a high end madam, all be it with one customer.