Reading my wife's text, I wondered what she meant:
'Wait to you see the OLD Maya :)'.
For the past several months I've been having an affair with my secretary, the 'New' Maya. Or at least that is how Maya saw it. In reality, the relationship was entirely my wife's idea.
Originally college sweethearts, Julie and I agreed to take some time off after school. It was then that I met and fell in love with the original, or 'OLD' Maya and it was after she dumped me that Julie and I rebuilt our relationship. Even though we weren't dating at the time, I had always felt a bit of remorse for spurning Julie's love for the one who, in the end, spurned mine.
However, it seemed my regret was misplaced as my wife confessed that she had a cuckquean fetish with my old lover, a fetish my secretary had awoken. Looking very similar, and sharing a first name, Julie suggested I start a sexual relationship with the 'new Maya' as a proxy for my old lover. She even planned a birthday seduction, and Maya and I have been seeing each since. While Maya was unaware that my wife even knew of our relationship, Julie was very much involved, scheduling our 'dates' and administering our affair better than most of the IT projects I managed.
Part of that involvement had me quitting the gym my wife and I belonged to and joining a trendy gym with Maya. Julie signed her up for aerobics and yoga and had me assisting with weight training. Convincing Maya to use an exercise app, Julie was able to track Maya's progress in achieving my former lover's body shape. With the app and the help of discrete body height comparisons, Julie created an accurate picture of Maya's physical attributes. She even went so far as to purchase an adjustable dressmaker's dummy, which she set to Maya's height and size, so she could have a physical representation.
Once Maya physically matched my former lover, Julie encouraged her to dress in the style of the old Maya. Julie spent many hours reviewing her purchases and offering advice on what I would like to see, yet making it appear off the cuff. This led to Maya complimenting me on my knowledge of the female body as well as clothing styles. Knowledge I correctly attributed to my wife.
However, my wife's reference to the 'Old' Maya made me nervous and was on the lookout for my secretary's arrival and what I saw made me gasp. The old Maya walked through the door. It was only after I had gathered my wits that I noticed the Maya before me was younger than what my old lover would be, and walked with the excitement of my secretary and not the confidence of the old Maya. It seemed my wife had convinced my secretary to get the 'old Maya's hairstyle.
With her bright smile, Maya walked up to my office. "What do you think?" chirped my secretary as she fluffed her now shortened hair.
Gone was my secretaries' charistic long hair. Replaced with the short, wavy hairstyle that was the hallmark of my old lover. Not wanting to cause a scene, I ushered her into my office.
"Do you like it," inquired Maya. "I told the stylist to copy the style in the photo you sent. I have to admit, it hasn't been this short since I was two and I feel like a whole new person."
Still stunned, I circled Maya, my hand caressing her exposed neck. With her weight reduction and clothing change, she looked exactly how I remembered my old lover. To say I liked it would have been a great understatement.
"I think it looks absolutely amazing," I said, finding the ability to speak. Moving my hands down the contours of Maya's body and over the curve of her hips, I cupped her ass pulling her against me.
"If I knew you'd like it so much, I would have cut it my first day on the job," teased Maya as she gave me a soft kiss. "My mother was shocked when she saw it, and my father didn't even recognize me."
"I'm sure they'll get used to it," I responded as I sat on my office's sofa. Needing a completely new wardrobe after her weight loss, Julie made sure Maya looked pleasing to me. Today was no exception, wearing a fitted blouse and a tight high-waisted pencil skirt that ended mid-thigh. Pulling her onto my lap, exposing the lace tops of her stockings and after wiggling her ass into my crotch she crossed her legs causing her skirt to ride up even farther revealing a band of flesh.
"You liking it is all that matters," smiled Maya before giving me another kiss.
