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Her Legendary Ex-Boyfriend - Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-06-15 05:35:17 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Work had gone later than Hudson expected, in no small part because he’d been distracted by thoughts of his wife and her ex-boyfriend having phone sex. That distraction led to mistakes, which led to more work, which meant it was just past 10 p.m. when he got home.
Exhaustion had gripped him on the drive, but once he'd stepped into the house Hudson was eager to hear the details of Madalina's naughty phone fun with the ex-boyfriend that had fucked her better than any other.
He expected to see her in the red basque that Andrei had given her all those years ago. The basque she'd worn during a Valentine's weekend vacation. The basque he'd fucked her in countless times. The basque she'd never gotten rid of, the one she'd kept as a keepsake of her relationship with Andrei.
There was no sign of the basque, though. Instead, Madalina was curled up in bed in a white terry cloth robe cinched tightly around her waist. Her hair was damp and her face free of makeup. It appeared as though she'd showered after her encounter with Andrei.
Hudson felt the disappointment wash over him. He'd expected to find his wife flushed with post-orgasmic bliss and dressed in the lingerie her ex-boyfriend used to fuck her in. He expected to be welcomed into the bed, into her pussy, to be able to fuck her while she shared the naughty details of the conversation she'd had, of how she and Andrei had fantasized about meeting up to initiate an illicit affair.
"Hey," Hudson said as Madalina looked his way.
Emotion washed over her face and she got out of bed and rushed towards him. Their bodies collided and her momentum pushed him half a step back before he wrapped his arms around her.
"What happened?" he asked. "Is everything okay?"
She held him tight for a few moments longer and then looked up and kissed him softly. She did so numerous times, in fact, though the kisses were of a less-than-romantic nature.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I know I said I'd be in the basque, that I'd tell you all about the fun I had with Andrei, that you could fuck me."
Hudson ran his fingers through her hair as Madalina looked away. He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her in for another hug.
"Did something happen?" he asked. "Did he...I don't know, did he do something?"
"No. No. Andrei was wonderful. It's just..."
Hudson was suddenly worried. Madalina seemed out of sorts, though he struggled to discern what could have happened to sour the mood she'd been in just a few hours prior when she'd sent him a selfie of her in the basque and texted that she was looking forward to fantasizing about her ex-boyfriend.
"Madalina, please, you've got me worried. Can you just tell me what happened?"
Madalina stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at her fingers and idly picked at her cuticles before taking a deep breath. "I'm not sure we should keep doing this. It just feels...too risky."
Hudson felt the tightness in his shoulders and back wash away. He sat next to his wife and took her hand while unleashing a near-silent sigh of relief that there hadn't been a disaster of some sort.
"Too risky? How?" he asked.
She leaned her head against his shoulder and gripped his hand tighter. "I love you, Hudson. I do. You're a far better husband than I ever thought I'd find, maybe far better than I deserve. I just...I just don't want to risk ruining our marriage."
The tightness was back. Hudson felt a touch of annoyance at his wife's inability to offer even a hint of clarity as to why she was suddenly in an entirely different state of mind regarding her ex-boyfriend.
"Madalina, I'm sorry...but could you please tell me what's going on? Or what happened tonight? What changed? Because I'm feeling confused."
She kissed him on the cheek and her lips lingered for a few seconds. "I'm sorry. It's hard to explain. It's not just about tonight. It started after I was messaging with him, flirting via text...sending him videos of me in the basque, of me masturbating. After that he was...he was on my mind all the time, Hudson. It wasn't just that he was on my mind, either. I could...I could close my eyes and literally feel his touch. I could feel his lips on my neck. I could feel them against mine. I could feel his hands on my hips. I could feel his...I could feel him inside me."
Hudson still didn't understand why that was so distressing, but it was obvious from Madalina's tone that the feelings she described weren't entirely blissful.
"I didn't think it would be that way," she continued. "I thought it was harmless, you know? Just a little fun. You wanted me to flirt with him. I wanted to flirt with him. I came really hard. You came really hard. He probably came really hard."
"I did cum hard," Hudson said.
She looked at him and smiled. He took her hand and squeezed it. He contemplated guiding her fingers between his legs so she could feel his arousal, but it seemed unwise given her emotional state.
"I'm not sure it's harmless," she said.
"Why not?"
Madalina seemed surprised. "Weren't you listening to me?"
Hudson stared for a second as he tried to discern if he'd missed something important. "I was. Of course I was. You're thinking about him all the time. You can feel his touch. The memories are coming back and they're potent. I just don’t understand. Is it that it feels harmful to think like that?"
"I'm married to you, Hudson. I shouldn't be thinking so much about another man. I especially shouldn't be thinking so much about having sex with him."
Hudson wanted to kiss her, to open her robe, to run his fingers between her legs and tell her to indulge in those desires. He knew that was his arousal engulfing his mind, though, so he kept quiet.
"How often are you thinking about having sex with him?" he asked without a hint of playfulness.
Madalina looked away and pulled her hand into his lap. "All the time. I...after the phone sex, after it was over, I took a shower to try and clear my head. When I closed my eyes to wash the shampoo out of my hair he popped into my head. I could feel him behind me. I could feel his strong hands on my breasts. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass. I could hear myself telling him to slide into my pussy from behind, to have his way with me. I could feel his cock filling my pussy, Hudson. It was so...so real. It was like he was in our shower, like he was inside me."
It seemed as though she was going to continue, but then Madalina reached over and grasped Hudson's cock. He looked down and saw her fingers around the rather obvious bulge in his pants.
"Is it...is it your body that wants him?" he asked. "Or is it your heart that wants him?"
Madalina's grip on his cock relaxed as she stared for a few seconds. "I hadn't thought of it that way."
"It's two very different desires."
"Yeah?"
Hudson nodded. "Your body can crave him every moment of the day without it being a threat to what your heart wants."
"Which is you."
He smiled. "I hope so."
Madalina kissed him on the cheek. "It is. You're the man my heart wants. It's been that way since we met, Hudson. You're the man my heart will always want."
His lips found hers. He closed his eyes and welcomed her eager tongue into his mouth. He slipped a hand into her robe and cupped her breast before his fingers danced gently over her nipple, inspiring a series of soft moans from his wife.
Hudson untied the robe and pushed it open. He ran his fingers over her stomach and caressed her thigh as she parted her legs, welcoming him between them.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
"Yes...and I want you to think about him while I fuck you."
Madalina stood and pushed the robe from her shoulders. Hudson stripped and watched as his wife crawled into the bed, rolled onto her back, and closed her eyes while her hands moved over her soft skin.
"I'm so wet," she said.
"For him?"
Madalina's eyes remained closed as she nodded. "Yes, for him. For Andrei. For his hands on my body. For his lips on my skin. For his cock in my pussy."
Hudson was as hard as he'd ever been as he crawled into the bed. Madalina met his gaze and smiled for a moment before they kissed. She grasped his cock and guided it between her pussy lips. He filled her with a long, slow thrust and she wrapped her legs around him.
"Do you really want me to think about him as you fuck me?"
"Yes."
"You're not worried?"
"I know what your heart wants, Madalina, and that's all that matters. What your body craves...who your pussy craves...well, that doesn't scare me. It turns me on."
She smiled and pulled his lips to hers for a kiss. Hudson moved in and out of his wife as she wrapped her legs around him.
"I told him I wanted him, Hudson," she said. "As we masturbated together...I told him I wanted him in real life. I told him I wanted to have him inside me again...to feel his cock in my cunt..."
Hudson fucked her harder as arousal swirled through his body and mind. "What did he say to that?"
Madalina smiled. "He said he'd give anything to fuck me again, to be with me again, to be naked with me, to be inside me, to feel my mouth and my pussy...to make me cum on his cock again."
"Is that what you want? To cum on your ex-boyfriend's cock?"
She nodded. "More than anything, Hudson. I want it more than anything."
He buried his dick inside her and came. He knew she wasn't there yet, that he'd gone off too soon, but he couldn't help it. He was too turned on.
Madalina held him close and showered him in soft kisses as he came inside her. She moaned, too, like his orgasm brought her pleasure, which further enhanced Hudson's climactic experience.
"Sorry," he said afterwards. "I just...I just lost it." He laughed.
"It's okay. I like that you got so turned on you couldn't help but cum in me."
Hudson pulled out, rolled onto his side next to her, and rubbed his wife's clit. He kissed her neck, moaned, and whispered, "I'll bet Andrei wouldn't have cum too quickly. I'll bet he would have seen to your orgasm before cumming in your pussy."
She arched her back and moaned.
"He always took care of you, didn't he, Madalina?" he asked softly. "He always made sure you had an orgasm that curled your toes before he claimed his pleasure."
"He did," she said with her eyes closed. "He always fucked me so good, Hudson."
"And now you want him to fuck you again. Surrender to that desire. Feel him on top of you. Feel him inside you. Feel him thrusting in and out of your tight, wet pussy, Madalina. Feel him nearing his orgasm as he satisfies you. Feel him prepare to cum in your pussy right as you have a mind-bending orgasm."
"I'm cumming!" she cried out.
The arch in her back deepened and Hudson noted how exquisite her breasts looked before kissing her neck and gently stimulating her clit all the way through the end of her orgasm.
When her body relaxed, he pulled his hand from between her legs and caressed her stomach.
"Thank you," she said.
"It was my pleasure."
They kissed and she caressed his face in a remarkably tender manner. "I want you to take a few days to think about what you said. About this not being risky. About me having what my body wants."
"Okay. I will."
"Really think about it, Hudson, because I can't go halfway. I can't just flirt and have phone sex with him. That won't work for me. I either need to cut it off completely or actually give my body to him."
There was something enthralling about the way she'd worded it. He didn't want to jump in too quickly, but Hudson wasn't sure he could escape from his arousal at the idea of his wife giving her body to another man.
"I love you, Madalina," he said.
Her smile was bright and genuine and her touch was tender as she kissed him. "You'll always have my heart, Hudson. Always."
They shared a longer kiss and then she rolled onto her side and he cuddled next to her. Hudson closed his eyes and thoughts of his wife having sex with her ex-boyfriend suddenly filled his head. They were good thoughts, though, and he was fairly certain he was already quite clear on what he wanted. He'd give it a few days, though, just to be sure.
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"So, I'm still interested if you are," Hudson shared over their dinner table three nights later.
Madalina glanced at him as she sipped her wine. She set the glass down, leaned a little closer, and said, "Are you absolutely certain?"
He nodded.
She stared at him like a detective sizing up a perp. Her gaze was intense as she studied his face for an uncomfortably long time and then said, "Once it happens...it's happened. There's no going back and to be honest, it's hard to know what the consequences will be."
"Consequences?"
"What if the sex is so good that I need it all the time? What if I end up fucking Andrei more than I fuck you? What if...I don't know, what if Andrei tells me he wants to be the only one to fuck me and I have to decide between his cock or yours?"
Hudson sat back as he realized that Madalina had given their situation a great deal more thought than he had. "Well, to be honest, I hadn't considered the notion of consequences at all. I just figured you'd have great sex with Andrei and then I'd...well, then I'd get to have great sex with you, but I suppose it might just be great for me and that maybe..."
She took his hand and squeezed it. "I'll still have sex with you even if it's not great. I mean...to be honest, Hudson, it's been a while since I've been with Andrei, but the sex with him will probably be better than it is with you. Especially the first time. I suppose there's a chance it won't live up to my memories, but it's not like Andrei has gotten fat or gone bald or anything. He's still pretty much the same guy he was and I bet the sexual chemistry will still be there."
Hudson was forced to consider the notion that his wife would find less pleasure in sex with him if she was fucking her ex-boyfriend. For some reason the notion brought his cock to life. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He inched his chair closer and guided Madalina's hand under the dining room table and between his legs.
"Is that your answer?" she asked with a smile.
He nodded.
"That's a very good answer, but there's something else you need to know."
Before continuing, Madalina stood and offered her hand. Hudson took it and she led him into the living room. Soon enough he was seated and she was on top of him. Her shirt came off a moment later and her bra followed, leaving her topless, which meant Hudson's only real choice was to take his wife's breasts in his hands.
"They feel good, don't they?" she asked.
"Better than good."
Her smile was of pure delight and her kiss was generous. Her hips moved slowly over his crotch, igniting a low level of desire that filled Hudson with a hope that he might get laid before the night was over.
"What else do I need to know?" he asked.
Madalina's lips and tongue danced over his neck for a handful of seconds, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. "Andrei wants to take me to Vancouver Island."
"What?"
She sat back and smiled. "He wants to take me away for the weekend."
"To the place where you spent that Valentine's weekend? Where you had all the great sex?"
"That hotel isn't quite as nice as it used to be, apparently, so he wants to stay somewhere different. He wants to rent a house, actually. He showed it to me. It's gorgeous. Views of the water. It's a cute place set on a big property. There are beautiful views out nearly every window. It's really quite...it's quite special."
Hudson couldn't help but feel concerned that his wife's ex-boyfriend wanted to do more than fuck her.
"We'd spend the whole weekend having sex," she said.
"What if the chemistry's gone?"
Madalina smiled. "We're going to have sex once before we go just to make sure. If the chemistry's not there, we'll cancel. If it is there, though, we'll go and my body will be his all weekend long. Though I suppose it's fair to say that his body will be mine, too."
"I don't...I don't know about this."
She leaned in and kissed his neck. She moved her hips. Hudson's hands had fallen from her breasts, but his seeming lack of interest didn't stop her from stoking the flames of his desire.
"What are you worried about?" she said softly.
"I'm worried that Andrei wants more than your body. I'm worried he wants your heart, too. Why else would he whisk you away for a romantic weekend trip?"
She sat back and took his shirt off. "Romantic? Who said anything about it being romantic?"
"Madalina, please. A cute little house with ocean views? Lots of outdoor space? Beauty all around? How is that anything other than romantic?"
Hudson couldn't shake the gentle sense of worry that washed over him as he tried to remember the last time he'd taken Madalina out of town for a romantic weekend.
"Don't you trust me?" she asked.
"So you admit that he's trying to romance you?"
"I don't care what he's trying to do. I don't care what he wants." She took his hand and placed it over her heart. "This is yours, Hudson." She then moved his hand between her legs. "This will be his." A naughty smile crossed her face and Madalina lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed his fingers. "This will be his, too."
Despite his worries, Hudson was now fully erect. It was odd to experience both desire and concern over the exact same subject, but there he was doing that very thing.
"When is this happening?" he asked.
"We're going to fuck this weekend. If it's good, he'll take me to Vancouver Island next weekend."
"You're going to fuck your ex-boyfriend in just a few days?"
"I'm going to give him my mouth and my pussy. I'm going to make him feel good and he's going to make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."
Though he probably should have been concerned over the implication of her comment, he wasn't. Instead, Hudson was aroused. Massively aroused.
He grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and set Madalina on her back on the couch. He yanked her panties off, stripped out of his pants, and slipped inside her a moment later. They fucked furiously on the couch as he thought of her actually going through with it and having sex with Andrei, with the man who'd fucked her so good that she'd kept lingerie as a keepsake so she could always have a tangible memory of how good the sex between them had been.
It couldn't have been more than a minute before Hudson came. He felt a touch guilty as his load spilled inside her. She hadn't gotten close to an orgasm, as far as he could tell.
"I'm sorry," he said afterwards.
"Hudson, sweetie, don't ever apologize for that sort of thing. Honestly, it makes me feel better about this weekend and next. I know you're concerned, but it's also clear that you're really turned on, and that means I don't have to feel guilty about pursuing this. You want it. It's going to make you happy. It's going to turn you on. It's going to make you cum hard when I get back."
Hudson thought about arguing with her, but the evidence against him was slowly leaking out of her and there was little point in mounting a defense.
"I'm yours, Hudson. I'll be yours forever. I promise. I want to fuck Andrei. I'm going to enjoy fucking Andrei. I was never in love with him, though, and I'm not going to fall in love with him now when I'm already married to an incredible man. You have nothing to worry about."
No matter how many times she said it, Hudson was quite certain his worries wouldn't fully abate.
