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Her Legendary Ex-Boyfriend - Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 04:00:04 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Hudson had resolved to let Madalina and Andrei enjoy the rest of their weekend getaway without further spying. Instead, he would largely remain at the hotel until his flight home, killing time by watching movies and TV.
Boredom quickly set in, though, so he set out in search of a bookstore. He loved to read and a good book could fill a couple of days, which would make passing the time so much easier and might even take his mind off the fact that his wife and her ex-boyfriend were indulging in a desire for a romance and lovemaking, not the wild sex that had been the purpose of the trip.
Hudson found the bookstore and after half an hour of browsing he selected two books to bring back to his hotel. He was on his way out of the store when he spotted Madalina and Andrei walking hand-in-hand across the street. He froze while staring out the bookshop's window. He watched his wife's ex-boyfriend slip his hand around her waist and pull her close as they stopped in front of a store.
Hudson was both annoyed and aroused to find that there was both clothing and lingerie in the display window. Madalina lifted a hand to point at the lingerie and then she looked up at her ex-boyfriend. A moment later they stepped inside.
Hudson used the opportunity to leave the bookstore and hustle down the street. He didn't get very far, though, as he couldn't stop thinking about his wife buying lingerie with her ex-boyfriend. She'd brought things to wear for Andrei. Why did she need to go shopping for more? That was the sort of thing you did with a boyfriend, not an ex-boyfriend. Hudson stepped into a coffee shop and took a deep breath. Behind the counter a cute brunette in an apron and a white t-shirt looked up at him.
After a deep breath, Hudson approached the register and ordered a latte. He tried his best not to look annoyed at the $6 cost and then took a seat by the window as the girl made his drink. Hudson pulled out one of the books he'd bought and cracked it open, but after reading the first paragraph half a dozen times he gave up.
"Hudson," the girl called out.
He retrieved his drink and took his seat once more. He stared out the window and sipped the expertly made latte. Perhaps it had been worth the $6. For a moment he felt calm and happy in the way you sometimes do upon consuming something truly delicious and comforting. Then Hudson thought of his wife stepping out of a fitting room in some sort of skimpy lingerie just for Andrei. He'd bought her the basque - the one she'd kept all these years as a memory of her ex-boyfriend - before a trip to Vancouver Island. Now it seemed that they were buying yet another sexy memento, one that Madalina would no doubt wear when Andrei made love to her that night, thereby cementing the memory in a piece of lingerie she could hold on to for years.
Hudson didn't notice his erection until he came out of his reverie. His body hummed with the desire that had produced the erection. His memory took him to the night before, to hiding under the deck of the house Andrei had rented, to listening to his wife and her ex-boyfriend have sex on the deck, to the pleasure he'd felt while doing so.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the intensity of his desire and instead hold tight to the anxiety that had gripped him since discovering that his wife's weekend getaway wasn't just a fuck trip, but was instead a seemingly undisguised attempt by her ex-boyfriend to win her back. Madalina hadn't said that, of course, but Hudson knew it to be the truth. He could feel it.
When he opened his eyes he saw Madalina and Andrei emerge from the store. Again they were walking hand-in-hand. This time, though, Madalina carried a small bag. One small enough to fit whatever lingerie she'd bought, lingerie that she would wear for her ex-boyfriend.
Hudson watched intently as they stopped at a cafe and studied the menu. Madalina took the opportunity to kiss her ex-boyfriend's cheek, letting her lips linger long enough that Hudson felt jealousy course through him.
They sat the outdoor tables and two menus were brought out. Hudson watched from the coffee shop as his wife and her ex-boyfriend had lunch together. They talked. They laughed. They reached across the table to touch each other with great frequency. They leaned in to kiss each other a few times. Hudson alternated between arousal and insecurity at a mind-boggling pace, like he was a boat being tossed about in a hurricane.
After paying for their lunch, Madalina and Andrei stood outside the cafe and shared a long, slow, romantic kiss. It was the sort that indicated a deep level of desire. A need, really, to be naked with each other, to indulge in more kisses, to connect their bodies at their loins in addition to their mouths.
They walked away as Hudson sat, sipped his second latte, and waited for his erection to die down. When it did, he lifted himself from his table and headed back to his hotel with two books in hand. He got back to his room and fell into the bed, staring up at the ceiling as his mind raced.
He texted Madalina. "Thinking of you, my love. Missing you. I'm glad you're having a good time with Andrei, though. I love you."
Fifteen minutes passed before he got a reply. "We've had a lovely day. We did a little shopping. We had lunch. It was nice."
"What sort of shopping?" Hudson asked.
Madalina replied with a picture. It was quite clearly from the fitting room of the store he'd watched her walk into. She wore an elegant, seductive-looking piece of black lace lingerie that clung to her breasts. She exuded a confident kind of sexiness and Hudson couldn't help but smile at the notion that she'd almost certainly taken the picture for him. Andrei had been right outside the fitting room, after all, which meant that Madalina was thinking about her husband while buying lingerie for her ex-boyfriend to fuck her in. The thought was enough to calm the storm of insecurity that had built while Hudson sat in the coffee shop and watched his wife have lunch with Andrei.
"You're so beautiful," he texted. "So sexy. Do you think you'll wear that for me once you're back home?"
"Of course I will. I'll wear it for you and tell you about how Andrei made love to me in it. You'll be inside me just like he was. You'll enjoy my pussy just like he did. I bet you'll cum quicker than he will, though."
Hudson wanted to tell her to come to his hotel. He wanted to put an end to her weekend with Andrei. He couldn't, though. He couldn't let he know he'd come to the island. She'd be pissed, and rightfully so. She'd probably be creeped out that he'd watched the night before, too.
"I can't wait," he texted.
"I think I'm going to give him a blowjob now," Madalina said. "I don't know why, but I want to pleasure him with my mouth. I want it to be long and slow. I want to make him feel good, to make him cum in my mouth. I want you to think about me doing that, Hudson. Think about me blowing my ex-boyfriend on the deck of this beautiful house. Think about me doing that two days in a row. Think about my pussy getting wet as I pleasure him."
Hudson closed his eyes and imagined his wife's fingers wrapped around Andrei's cock. He imagined her lips moving up and down his thick shaft. He imagined her beautiful hair gently moving as she did so. He imagined her eagerness to pleasure the man that had fucked her so well all those years ago, the man that was now tending to her pussy once more, albeit only for a weekend.
He was tempted to masturbate to try and clear away the arousal and perhaps some of the angst, but Hudson refrained. Instead, he picked up a book. He read a few chapters. Sleep overtook him and he woke up a few hours later. The sun was on its way towards the horizon. He checked his phone, but Madalina hadn't texted again.
Hudson should have resisted the urge to visit the rental house again, but he failed to do so. Instead, he surrendered to that urge. He drove to the house. He parked at the end of the driveway. He skulked through the grass as the sun went down. He hid in the trees on the edge of the property. He watched his wife and her ex-boyfriend walk the shore and set a blanket on the small, sandy beach. He watched Andrei open a bottle of wine. He watched Madalina pull food from the basket she'd carried down. He watched them enjoy a romantic picnic while admiring the sunset.
The kissing started once the food was finished and the wine glasses were empty. Soon Madalina was on her back on the blanket with Andrei's hand up her shirt. Hudson watched from a safe distance with an erection raging in his pants and angst gripping him tightly.
Against his better judgment, he moved towards the house. He moved under the deck, using some of the detritus piled there as cover. He watched Andrei move on top of Madalina. He watched her reach for his pants, unzipping them and freeing his cock. He watched them kiss as Andrei pushed her skirt up around her waist. He watched the other men lean back and remove Madalina's panties and set them aside.
Andrei's pants came off soon after. He moved between her legs. He was inside her soon after. He began to make love to her. The thrusts were slow and they kissed with intense passion throughout. Her hands moved over his body and under his shirt. His hands moved through her hair and grasped her breasts through the sweater she had on. Hudson wondered if she wore the lingerie beneath her sweater or if she'd wear it later.
He got his answer soon enough as they switched positions. Madalina got on top and took off her sweater. She had on the lingerie. Her tits looked breathtaking in it. Andrei reached up and grasped them as she took him inside her. Madalina's hands rested on his chest and she moved her hips back and forth, bathing him in her wet juices as Hudson unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
He felt impossibly pervy as he masturbated under the deck, and yet his arousal was too powerful to ignore. Despite his angst, he wasn't sure his wife had ever been sexier as she made love to her ex-boyfriend on a beach. It looked to Hudson like Madalina had completely surrendered to her desires and he found pleasure in that, in having set her free to do as she pleased for a weekend, to pursue that which aroused her, which satisfied her, which gave her body what it craved.
Hudson was too far away to hear anything, but he watched his wife cum with Andrei's cock inside her. He was fairly certain he watched Andrei cum in her pussy, too, as his legs kicked up a few times and his head seemed to leap off the blanket, no doubt thanks to the involuntary spasms that sometimes accompanied a wildly satisfying orgasm, in this case one that occurred inside his ex-girlfriend on a beach just after sunset. Hudson imagined it to be one of the most satisfying orgasms of Andrei's life, especially if he felt as though his plan to win Madalina back was going swimmingly.
She remained on top of her ex for quite some time. They kissed. She caressed his face. He played with her tits in the lace lingerie. Hudson refused to cum, though, instead keeping himself in an intense state of desire.
Then, Madalina began to ride her ex-boyfriend again. It seemed that he'd stayed inside her long enough to get aroused, as they were definitely having sex. It was faster, though. Her breasts bounced a little more in their top. She rode him with greater vigor, like she needed more stimulation for round two.
After a few minutes they switched positions. Madalina got on her hands and knees on the blanket. Andrei moved behind her and rested a hand on her ass while he worked his cock into her pussy. He buried himself inside her, leaned forward, and grabbed her shoulder for leverage. He fucked her hard and Hudson's point of view from beneath the deck allowed him to watch his wife's tits bounce wondrously in their top with every thrust her ex-boyfriend delivered.
They were fucking. They were having the kind of sex they used to have. Madalina's face was a picture of an entirely different kind of pleasure than she'd experienced during the love making. Her lips were parted. Every once in a while she looked a bit uncomfortable, likely from how hard Andrei was fucking her, but there was no question she was turned on, that she was on her way to an orgasm. Hudson imagined her pussy being a sloppy, cum-filled mess, that the sounds of sex must have been incredible.
After a few minutes of vigorous doggystyle, Andrei grabbed a handful of Madalina's hair. He pulled back and brought his hand down on her ass, spanking her as he fucked her harder. Her mouth opened wider and she reached back to play with her clit as he pounded her.
Hudson recognized his wife's orgasm when it happened. He'd seen that face many times, though her pleasure seemed to be heightened from when he made her cum. He stroked himself under the deck as she came on her ex-boyfriend's cock, as Andrei then buried his dick inside her and came for the second time in fifteen minutes.
It was while cumming that Madalina looked at Hudson. He couldn't be certain she was staring at him - he thought he was very well hidden - but she was certainly looking right where he was. It felt like she was staring directly into his eyes and he refused to look away. He stopped stroking himself, but he wouldn't look away. Neither did Madalina. She smiled, though, and she said something to Andrei. He didn't look towards the deck, though, so either she hadn't seen Hudson or she hadn't mentioned it.
He slinked away, though, as terror gripped him. Had she seen him? If she had, was she disgusted by his presence? Was she going to tell Andrei? Was she going to call Hudson and tell him to go home? Was she going to call him and tell him that they were getting divorced, that he'd shown himself to be both untrusting and a pervert and that she had no interest in being married to him?
While they remained on the beach, Hudson made his way to the front of the house and then hurried up the winding driveway and into his rental car. He gripped the wheel and tried his best not to freak out. He told himself that Madalina probably hadn't seen him, that she'd just happened to look in his direction, that she probably hadn't stared anywhere near as long as he thought she had.
Moments after starting the car, Hudson's phone buzzed. He considered ignoring it, but instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and then looked at the screen.
"Don't leave."
It was a message from Madalina. She'd seen him. She'd likely seen him try and escape, too.
"I'm coming," she texted. "Don't leave."
Hudson got out of the car. He looked towards the long driveway. It took half a minute, but his wife appeared. She wore the lingerie and a skirt. Hudson walked towards her.
She stopped a few feet from him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I...I shouldn't have come. I should have let you have your weekend. I got insecure. I...I don't know, it's a mess."
Madalina closed the distance between them. She kissed him, catching Hudson off guard with her affection. Her lips parted and her tongue moved confidently into his mouth as she pressed her body against his.
"It's not a mess," she said softly.
"You've been making love to your ex-boyfriend all weekend. He fucked you some, too, but he's clearly trying to win you back."
"Yes, he is."
Hudson felt deeply shaken by the confirmation of his suspicion.
"He can't win me back, though," she continued. "Because I'm yours. He can make me feel good. He can even make me feel loved in a nostalgic kind of way. He can make me cum impossibly hard. He can ensure that I want to keep having sex with him, that I want to keep giving him blowjobs, that I want him to whisk me away for another weekend getaway next month. He can't take me from you, though. I'm yours, Hudson. I'm yours because when I looked up and saw you watching from underneath the deck, I wasn't mad. I wasn't creeped out. I was turned on. I was excited. I was happy."
"Really?"
"Andrei just jumped in the shower. He doesn't know I'm here. He doesn't know you're here. I have no intention of telling him and I have no intention of abandoning my getaway with him. I intend on going back to him. I intend to pleasure him. To let him pleasure me. To let him cum inside me as many times as he desires because it's what I desire. I'd like to make you happy too, Hudson. Would you like a quick blowjob? Would you like me to suck your cock here in the driveway?"
He shook his head. Madalina caressed his face.
"What do you want, my love?"
"I want...I want to watch more," he confessed. "I...I watched yesterday, too, While you were on the deck. I watched from the trees at first and then I snuck under the deck and listened. I...I masturbated. I came. It was so hot. I want to do it again."
She kissed his neck and stroked him through his pants. "I could call you. I could set my phone in a place where you could watch us in bed. You could watch him make love to me, to your wife. You could watch him make me cum with his slow, deep thrusts. You could hear me ask him to cum inside me, to cum deep inside me. You could hear how I genuinely adore having sex with him."
Were it not for her words of devotion delivered just a few minutes prior, Hudson might have thought his wife was preparing to leave him. Instead, she was merely laying bare the fact that she loved him and loved having sex with her ex-boyfriend. Hudson recognized that he'd opened the door to that by encouraging his wife's erotic thoughts towards her ex-boyfriend, so he welcomed her confession instead of being unmoored by it.
"I'd like to watch and listen," he said. "I'd like it if you called me. Even if it's just audio, I'd like that a lot."
Hudson ran his hands down her back and lifted her skirt. He grasped his wife's ass while she kissed him and his fingers moved to the front of her panties. He pressed against them, feeling the warmth and wetness of the cum that was now leaking out of her.
"I like that he cums inside you," he said. "It turns me on. Much more so than I expected."
"I like that he cums inside me too. It makes my orgasms better knowing that he gets to experience the pleasure of cumming in my married pussy." She kissed his neck. "He does want me back, but he also likes knowing that he fucks me better than my husband does, that I cum harder on his cock than I do on yours."
Hudson pushed his fingers under the waistband of her panties and submerged them in the creamy mess he found both in her underwear and her pussy. Madalina kissed him with remarkable depth and then stepped back, lifted his hand to her lips, and sucked his fingers clean.
"I like that he cums in my mouth, too," she said. "I like that I get to swallow for him, that I get to show him my gratitude for fucking me better than you."
Hudson's body mined a rich vein of arousal at the idea his wife swallowing cum to show her gratitude. The arousal propelled him to say, "I'm grateful too. I'm jealous, of course, but you deserve the kind of pleasure that Andrei gives you, so I am, in a way, grateful to him."
Madalina lifted her skirt and said, "Maybe you should show your gratitude."
Hudson stared at her panties. It was dark and he couldn't see much, but he knew what was inside her, what had leaked into her panties. He knew what his wife was suggesting, too. He fell to his knees, surprising himself. He ran his fingers up her legs and slipped them into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down in one swift movement. She stepped closer and he leaned forward until his lips were pressed against her swollen, slick labia.
"Mmmm, oh my god, that feels...that feels so much better than I thought it would," she said with a hand on the back of his head. "Hudson, baby, that feels so good. You're going to make me cum."
She must have been turned on by his willingness to lick her messy pussy, and it was messy. There was cum smeared all over it and some residing inside her. Hudson's tongue and lips moved through all of it and his mouth was soon filled with the unmistakable taste of another man's seed. It was salty and bitter with just a hint of sweetness and while not a pleasant taste, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as he might have expected.
The arousal he felt - a particularly intense variety - might have made it a little easier to devour another man's cum, as it was undoubtedly the unnatural sensation of the act that wormed its way into his loins and produced endless blooms of desire that coursed through him.
"You can masturbate, Hudson," she said while looking down at him. "I can see in your eyes that you're just as turned on as I am. You can masturbate. You can cum on the driveway while you lick me clean, while you make me cum."
Hudson couldn't resist. He took out his cock. He stroked himself furiously while licking his wife's wet, messy, cum-filled pussy. He watched as she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and grasped one of her breasts in the black lace lingerie. Her moans grew loud and borderline feral. Her thighs began to tremble. He stroked his cock faster. More of Andrei's cum leaked out of her, finding its way onto Hudson's tongue and into his stomach, adding to the wild sensations of naughty pleasure rushing through him from head to toe.
Then Hudson spilled his seed on the driveway. He buried his tongue in her pussy while doing so and Madalina rubbed her clit on his lip for a few moments and experienced a breathtaking climax of her own, looking down at him as deep sexual satisfaction painted a wondrous picture across her face.
When she'd finished, Madalina stepped back and pulled up her panties. She admired the streaks of cum on the driveway and stepped forward once more to lean over and kiss Hudson.
"Thank you for that," she said softly. "I think you might have made me cum just as hard as Andrei does, only you did so with your tongue. How lovely."
She turned and walked away, leaving Hudson on his knees on the driveway with his softening cock in his hand. He watched her go and then stood, tucked himself back into his pants, and called out, "I love you, Madalina!"
She turned, blew him a kiss, and replied, "I love you too, Hudson!"
He'd been caught, but the outcome had been far better than he'd imagined. In fact, he'd had his wife's love for him reaffirmed and he'd experienced a novel kind of orgasm that he couldn't help but hope would be repeated at some point in the near future.
At the very least, Hudson would now get to listen as another man made love to his wife. There'd be no more skulking around, no more risking discovery. There would only be pleasure, along with a healthy dose of jealousy, of course, but that was to be expected when your wife was eager to make love to her ex-boyfriend.
