Is it scary we wear the same sizes, or kismet?She attacked my wig with a styling brush and comb, moving errant locks this way and that, restoring the ...fabulous 'do to respectability."There!" Dianna pronounced triumphantly, "maybe not as good as Angelo would do, but it will do for today." Angelo?" I questioned."He does all our wigs, Sweetheart," she informed me. "He's been around for ages. He used to be the stylist at Broadway Wigs. Now he has his own shop. We wouldn't think of using anyone else.. But still, I am a cuckold, as my wife has been unfaithful to me. Numerous times, and I just recently found out. The reason I am a cuckold, is that I am still with her, otherwise I would just be an ex-husband lol. The men who bedded my wife knew she was married, knew me or knew of me, and between all of them, they all enjoyed every inch of her, as I was sitting at home completely oblivious to the cock craving fantasy that she was fulfilling. Going back to my previous story, I have, or we have,. I left her lips as she calmed down a little and saw a look on her face that said, “Let’s go. I am ready for the fun.”I loosened the grip on her wrists as I started pounding her in the missionary position. She started moaning in her sweet voice, better than I had imagined as I went in and out at a slow steady pace.The maid lifted her legs and wrapped them around my ass. Her hands were pressing against my ass cheeks to push me deeper. I dug my face right next to her and she started kissing me on. She slipped off the bed reaching for a dressing gown as Boner pushed his nose into her pussy. She squealed, pushed him away giggling. “You have had your pussy for a few days you bad boy.” She opened the front door with a red faced Alice standing nervously looking at her with a worried look on her face. Alice blurted. “Teri, I have to talk so someone now.” Teri invited her in for coffee and turned to the kitchen. Alice sat at the table wringing her hands and squirming in her chair as Teri made.