A supplementary short story to *Maxine and Blue*, told from Linus’ perspective. You don’t have to read the previous story to get into this one.
**Brief Introduction:** A man (Linus) allows his wife (Maxine) to have a sexual/romantic relationship with a younger man (Blue) who dresses up in an anthropomorphic blue dog suit and lives with them as their “pet”.
The first several nights with Blue were rather tame, not like I had expected. Maxine was obviously taken with her “pet”. Seeing how much she cared about this guy, who was always dressed in his blue dog outfit, I decided to show some support. I made sure the pantry and fridge were always fully stocked because he was young and hungry; outfitted the garage with gym equipment so Blue could work out (the guy was super fit); and drove him to his college classes and work whenever I could.
He would sometimes leave without notice and return without telling me (maybe he told Maxine, but I never asked her) what he had been doing. The rules she laid down for him were still being followed; I had the right to ask him what he was doing on his unannounced absences and to tell him to stop the disappearing acts, but I tried not to get in his way too much. His happiness was my wife’s happiness and vice versa.
Then it got weird when both Maxine and Blue would disappear together for a night and return the next morning. (This was happening in the first week of Blue living with us.) I asked my wife what that was about and she nervously told me that they weren’t sure how I would react to seeing them having sex under my roof, so they were taking it to cheap hotel rooms to spare me any negative feelings and themselves the awkwardness of my watching them.
Maxine said, “I know you look at porn, honey, but none of it is hotwife, cuckold or wife sharing, it’s mostly teen sluts being banged by men, so I don’t want to risk offending you by being so blatant with my new love life.”
Hearing her say that stung me, especially “love life”, but I had to accept that fact because I had already agreed and I wanted to hold myself to that agreement I made with her and Blue, regardless of what my feelings turned out to be. I had enough of leaving Maxine out in the cold, metaphorically speaking. It was the reason why she had attached herself to Blue in the first place. To rekindle that fire that I had snuffed out in our marriage, she had gone and found him on a social media app (Furry Friends Finder), a love that never smoldered or went cold like I had. And the last thing I wanted to be now was an obstacle to her living in complete happiness.
I asked her, “Tell me honestly, would you prefer to feel free to have sex in this house with Blue?”
She looked away as if she was distracted, but I knew she had heard me clearly. I waited and finally she looked at me and almost in a whisper said, “Yes, it would be sweet to do everything with Blue here. It would definitely cut down on some of the awkwardness still lingering in the air. There’s also the price of fuel. It’s getting harder to find a cheap hotel nearby where we won’t be noticed by someone we know. Our previous trip out, we traveled almost forty miles to find a trailer park with a vacant trailer for us to rent for the night.”
“Forty miles? You poor thing,” I said.
We both laughed at that. The tension had dissipated and I dispelled any further doubts by pulling her to me, wrapping my arms around her and planting a kiss on her forehead.
“This is your house too,” I said. “Go crazy with Blue if you want, whenever you want. I just want you to be happy. Both of you.”
The next afternoon while at work I received a text from Maxine. It read:
>Hi honey, I told Blue what you said and he was overjoyed! We’re both at home now and he has this raging hard on. Giving you a heads up – you might be walking into a really hot zone!
That evening when I stepped into my house, the air inside was supercharged with sex and erotic perfume. It was so potent, I could tell it had been going on strongly with minimal rest for at least two hours before I got there.
Something caught my eye. On the kitchen counter were three boxes of pizza. One of them was open, two of them closed. One of the closed ones had my name written on it with a thank you note from Blue. I opened up the box and saw my favorite toppings. Maxine must have told him. I smiled.
Picking up a slice, I strolled into the living room to see Maxine being drilled hard, face down, into the couch from on top by Blue. His cock was big in length and girth, had veins, was hard as rock and was complemented by a powerful set of balls that came smacking into my wife’s rear with every stroke.
Both bodies were hot, sweaty, naked (Blue was from the waist down) and so very fit. I took great pride in my wife’s athletic figure, but my pride only increased seeing that she had chosen her new lover most wisely: he was perfect for her. While his cock was large, it seemed to fit perfectly inside her without risk of hurting her on his full thrusts. Not each thrust was aimed to go balls deep though. Blue knew that it was mainly about stimulating her clit, and that’s exactly what he did, making most of his plunges halfway into her, but building up to a rapid pace that had Maxine screaming his name.
They became aware of my presence and slowed their lovemaking, but stayed joined together. Blue came to rest on top of her and winked at me, smiling so happily. Maxine groaned in pleasure, feeling his weight press her down into the couch. He kissed her neck and shoulders, gently grinding himself into her pussy and ass.
“Hey,” she said to me with a smile that was both weak from heavy sex (including screaming his name several times) and very satisfied.
“Hey,” I replied, eating the pizza.
“You like?” asked Blue.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Sitting down in the recliner, I unzipped and began stroking my already-hard cock, while looking at them.
Maxine and Blue both smiled wickedly in triumph as new energy flowed into them at the sight of this one-man audience – me, my wife’s cuckold.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c5qccu/maxine_into_the_blue_hotwife_cuckold_fm_straight