Her Legendary Ex-Boyfriend - Part 4

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"Hey honey!"

Madalina's voice was full of joy and Hudson felt a twinge of jealousy as he imagined her cuddled up with her ex-boyfriend on the deck of the Vancouver Island house they'd rented for the weekend.

"Hey," he said. "Was your flight okay?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely. Andrei treated us to first class tickets, actually, so it was splendid. We drank champagne, we made out a little, we had a fantastic meal, it was exquisite."

Hudson felt the jealousy again, though this time it was a little more than a twinge. Madalina had insisted that the weekend was just about reconnecting with her most talented ex-lover, but Hudson suspected that Andrei had other plans. He had no real evidence to back up that suspicion - which was why he'd only voiced his concern once - but he couldn't shake the sense that Andrei wanted more than just sex.

"And how is the house?" Hudson asked.

"Exquisite. I'm on the deck right now. I'm looking at the ocean. It's breathtaking. It really is."

"So...what are the plans for the rest of the day?"

There was a pause before Madalina said, "Well, we already fucked once. I couldn't help myself, to be honest. After last weekend...I just wanted him so badly. I nearly fucked him on the plane, if I'm being honest. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. He took me on the living room floor. It was wild and passionate and hard and incredible and I had such an amazing orgasm. So I suppose that's my way of saying that I'm pretty sure we're just going to fuck for the rest of the day. We'll have dinner and all that, but my body has been craving something like this, Hudson...and I'm so happy that you let me do this."

Hudson frowned, in no small part because he was half hard and the arousal clouded his thinking.

"Do you wanna masturbate?" she asked. "Andrei's unpacking and I could tell you about how good he fucked me while you jerk off."

Hudson looked out at the ocean. The same ocean his wife was staring at. He'd booked a flight to Vancouver Island. He'd booked a hotel room for the weekend. He'd done it all at the last minute because he'd been overcome by an unexpected sense of both jealousy and paranoia. He shouldn't have come, though. He should have trusted Madalina. He told himself it was Andrei he didn't trust, though, that the other man was going to spend the weekend to try and win Madalina back. Hudson told himself that being there in person could somehow prevent that from happening, but as he stood in the hotel room and talked with his wife he realized just how stupid that thought had been. If anything, his presence there would be more likely to push Madalina into Andrei's arms.

"He fucked me so good, Hudson," Madalina said softly. "He gave me what I needed, what I'd come to crave after last weekend. He gave it to me so good."

Hudson unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as he stared out the window. He stroked himself and in just a handful of seconds he was remarkably stiff.

"I'm hard," he said.

"Mmm, that's good, baby. That makes me happy. I know this weekend is going to be difficult for you, but I love you, Hudson. I love you madly. Andrei is just...sexual nostalgia. It's beautiful, but it's also a gift from you, from my husband, from the man I love. Please don't forget that."

"I won't."

She moaned softly. "I gave him head on the drive over."

Hudson closed his eyes and pictured his wife's head bobbing up and down in Andrei's lap. He tried to remember the last time she'd given him a blowjob in the car, but he couldn't conjure a memory.

"Did he like that?" he asked.

"He did. I think the thing he liked most was that I was so desperate for his dick that I couldn't stand to wait any longer. It felt that way to me, that I just had to have him inside me, even if it was my mouth that was being filled by his gorgeous cock."

Hudson's dick swelled in his hand and he slowed his strokes. He looked out at the ocean again and pictured his wife doing the same thing as she stood on the deck of the house Andrei had rented for the weekend of sexual nostalgia. Then he pictured the other man wrapping Madalina up in his arms, kissing her neck from behind, and telling her how much he missed her, how much he missed being with her, being able to hold her close. Though it seemed unlikely, Hudson's mind conjured an image of Madalina turning to kiss her ex-boyfriend and telling him that she felt the same way.

For some reason, that torturous imaginary scenario brought with it a wealth of arousal and Hudson felt his cock swell up once more. He worried he'd cum so he pulled his hand away.

"Could you have made him cum in your mouth on the drive?" he asked.

"Of course. I'm very good with my mouth, as you know, and Andrei was always especially fond of my blowjobs. In fact, I intend on making him cum in my mouth before our weekend is over. I was thinking maybe I'd suck his dick while he enjoyed his coffee tomorrow morning as a way of thanking him for arranging this trip, for being so generous with the flight and the incredible house."

"That makes me jealous," Hudson said without thinking.

"I know it does, baby. But that's okay, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with a little jealousy, right? Plus, I think we both know you'll be at least a little bit turned on as you think about me sucking my ex-boyfriend's cock and swallowing his cum to start the day. I wonder if it will be warm enough for me to wear lingerie while I do it. Do you think he'd enjoy that? A morning blowjob from a lingerie-clad beauty that just wants to swallow his cum to thank him for his generosity?"

Hudson imagined himself watching from afar like a voyeuristic pervert. He saw himself hiding in a bush or behind a tree as his wife led her ex-boyfriend onto the deck, sat him in a chair, kissed him, and then got on her knees to slowly and passionately fellate him while he enjoyed the view - of the ocean and of the woman sucking his cock - and sipped his coffee.

"Does it make you jealous to think of your wife giving Andrei her body as soon as we got in the house?"

"Yes."

She moaned. "He was all over me the moment the door shut behind us. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. He led me towards the living room and set me down. We both stripped like we were teenagers about to fuck for the first time. I considered getting on the couch, but there's a rug on the living room floor right next to the fireplace and I couldn't resist the urge to let him have me there."

Hudson stroked his dick as he imagined his wife naked, on her back in front of a fireplace with her legs spread. It struck him as romantic, though she was describing a frenzied kind of sex.

"He took me missionary style. I felt pure bliss as he filled me, as my body remembered once again how good it feels to have Andrei inside me."

Jealousy and angst and pleasure coursed through Hudson's body as he rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a small towel, and sat in the chair in the corner of his hotel room. The view in front of the window was nice, but he had no interest in spraying his cum all over it.

"I came twice as he fucked me on the rug," she said. "The second orgasm was even better than the first, and both were better than the ones I had last weekend. There's something about this house, about fucking in front of a fireplace, about knowing that we get to spend the entire weekend having as much incredible sex as we want without a care in the world. It was like my orgasm was infused with a bit of the pleasure from all the other orgasms I'm going to have this weekend."

"Did he cum inside you?" Hudson asked.

Madalina had asked about his comfort with Andrei cumming inside her. They hadn't done so the weekend before, but she'd expressed a desire to be freer, to have more fun, to enjoy the purest and finest version of sex, which meant doing so without a condom. Andrei got a full battery of tests and had come back clean and Madalina had done so too and had been on the pill for years. For his part, Hudson had experienced both arousal and angst at the idea of another man cumming in his wife and the arousal had won out.

He'd asked the question - as he sat in his hotel room masturbating - while knowing the answer. He wanted to hear her say it, though. His arousal drove him to that place, to ask that question. His body craved it.

Madalina moaned and said, "Yes, baby, he came deep inside me. Deep in my tight pussy. Deep in your wife's tight, wet pussy."

Hudson came. In a towel. While thinking about another man cumming in his wife. While that other man's cum while likely leaking out of his wife.

"Fuck," he said as an uncontrolled smile spread across his face.

"Was that good, baby?"

"It really was."

"Andrei just finished unpacking his stuff and I should really do the same. Then we're heading out to the local market to pick up a few things for dinner. I'll probably call you tomorrow morning, okay?"

"After you suck his cock on the deck?"

"Would you like that? I could call you before that - I could get up a little early - but I'd be more than happy to give you the details while you play with your cock. Would you like to hear about the lingerie I wore for him, the long, slow blowjob I gave him, the cum that I swallowed because I want him to be just as satisfied as I am?"

"I think I'd like that, yes," he said, though in the moment Hudson could feel the jealousy swirling through his body.

"Then I'll talk to you tomorrow morning. I love you, Hudson."

"I love you too, Madalina."

Hudson cleaned the remaining cum from his cock and tossed the towel into the bathroom. Then he sat on the foot of the bed, held his head in his hands, and considered what to do. He could stay in the hotel room all weekend. He could change his flight to leave early the next morning, after his call with Madalina. He could go to the house where they were staying - he had the address - and then...well, Hudson didn't really have a plan. He had brought binoculars, though. He'd felt foolish for doing so - like he was some kind of amateur spy - but he'd brought them just in case he decided to do the insane thing and try and snoop on his wife's weekend with her ex-boyfriend.

Hudson decided on a nap - a post-orgasmic nap, which was his favorite - and told himself he'd make a decision on what to do once he'd had some rest.

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The rental house was cute and charming from the outside, just as Madalina had said when Andrei first booked it. The property was massive with no visible neighbors on either side and a remarkably long driveway from the rode Hudson had followed to get there.

As he drove there, Hudson told himself he was just going to check it out, that he wouldn't actually go near the house or do any sort of spying on his wife and her ex-boyfriend. Once he'd arrived, though, that decision went out the window.

He told himself that there was no harm in getting a little closer. There were lots of trees on the property. Bushes, too. There'd be no chance he'd get caught. He told himself he wouldn't get close to the house, either, that he could see plenty without being within 50 yards of the structure.

That's how Hudson found himself kneeling behind a tree and on a remarkably soft layer of dead pine needles to the east of the house. He'd brought his binoculars and he was looking through them and watching Madalina and Andrei drink wine on the deck. It was well past 9 p.m. and Hudson guessed they'd already enjoyed their dinner. He imagined them having cooked together, fed each other bites of whatever they'd prepared, and other romantic notions.

They were cuddled on a small outdoor couch, doing nothing to quell Hudson's worries that his wife's boyfriend intended on their weekend being romantic. There was a blanket over them, so all he could see was that Madalina was in a white sweater.

They drank wine, they talked, they shared the occasional kiss, though they rarely ventured into passionate territory. Hudson wondered if they'd just had sex and were on the deck enjoying the way the ocean reflected the light of the near-full moon.

As he watched, Hudson felt a powerful desire to be closer. He wanted to hear what they were saying. His paranoia over Andrei's intentions was growing with each passing minute and while he told himself to trust his wife, Hudson couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of Madalina spending a sex-filled weekend with a man that wanted to take her from him.

So he moved closer. He made sure he was out of view from the deck and then hurried towards the house. Once he'd reached the front he walked slowly and carefully around the side and towards the deck.

Hudson stopped when he heard their voices. He couldn't make out what they were saying, though, so he had to move closer. It was risky and he probably should have turned around and left, but he wasn't in his right mind so he went closer.

Eventually, Hudson stood beneath the deck. His wife and her ex-boyfriend sat above him. He could hear every word they said.

"It's so nice to be here with you," Andrei said. "To be next to you again."

"To spend time inside of me again?"

He laughed. "Time had dulled my memory of just how good the sex is between us, how good we make each other feel, though I suppose I shouldn't speak for you."

Hudson heard the sound of a kiss.

"It's just as good for me as it is for you," Madalina said. "Maybe better. I don't know. I just know that it's great, that I haven't had sex this good since we were last together."

Madalina had said as much to Hudson, but hearing her say it to Andrei was unexpectedly painful and more than a little arousing.

"Is that true?" Andrei asked.

Another kiss. "It is. You fuck me better than anyone I've ever been with, Andrei. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm going to spend this weekend satisfying my body's desire for you. That's why you'll probably be unable to get it up before the weekend is over."

"Ambitious. I like it," he said.

They were silent for a long stretch as Hudson tried to breathe as quietly as possible beneath them.

"What if I want to make love to you?" Andrei asked. "To have slow, beautiful sex. Not just the furious fucking that most of our encounters were made of."

Hudson tensed up as he waited for his wife's response.

"I'd like that," Madalina said. "I suppose we never did that very much when we were going out, but I don't remember ever having bad sex with you, so yes, I think I'd like it if you wanted to make love to me."

Another period of relative silence passed as Hudson contemplated making his escape. He'd heard more than he wanted to hear. He was a bundle of nerves. He knew there was a real chance he'd end his marriage if he revealed himself to them, that he'd come off as an insane and jealous husband. He wasn't sure he could stay quiet, though, as Andrei seemingly made it clear that he wanted more than sex with Madalina.

"Do you ever wonder if...I don't know, if we might have lasted longer if we'd made love more?" Andrei asked.

It struck Hudson as an insane question, but Madalina treated it as anything but.

"To be honest, Andrei, I can't say that I ever felt we had a real future," she said. "The sex was out of this world, but we were volatile together. And...well, maybe I shouldn't say this, but I wouldn't say that you were the best and most considerate boyfriend. The qualities that made you a good lover, though, always struck me as the same qualities that made you a less-than-ideal boyfriend and long term partner."

"People can change," he said.

Hudson felt a tightness in his chest.

"Is that right?" Madalina asked. "Are you saying you're less selfish now? Are you saying you don't let other women catch your eye anymore? Are you saying you want more from life than moving from one invigorating experience to another?"

There was a long enough silence that Hudson wondered if they'd somehow gone inside without making a sound. There were still two sets of feet visible through the spaces between the boards, though.

"Sometimes I wonder if we met at the wrong time," Andrei said. "I was everything you say I was. Selfish. Impulsive. Driven by a desire for novelty. A little bit angry sometimes. Too easily swayed by something new, including women, though I never cheated on you."

"I know," she replied softly.

"I miss you, Madalina."

Hudson nearly screamed. He'd been right about Andrei. He'd been right about all of it.

"I'm yours for the weekend," she said. "All yours. You have me every second of every day until we leave. I might call Hudson once or twice, but otherwise I'm all yours. What you choose to do with this weekend is up to you, Andrei, but I'd certainly prefer it if we didn't spend too much time hashing out what went wrong with our relationship. That's over now. It's done with."

A kiss. A long, slow kiss, based on the sound of it.

"You're mine for the weekend?" Andrei asked.

"I'm yours and yours alone this weekend."

Another long kiss.

"And will this be the only weekend I get to have you, or is there a chance we could so something like this again?" he asked.

"I can't tell you that until the weekend is over, though I can say that my body craves the kind of pleasure you give me, Andrei."

"The kind of pleasure your husband can't give you."

Hudson hated that those words turned him on. They did, though.

"Yes, the kind of pleasure that Hudson can't give me. He wants to. He does. He tries so hard. The sex is good, too, but it's not like the sex I have with you. I thought maybe my memories were rose-colored, that the pleasure I felt with you was a product of youthful passion, but it wasn't, Andrei. Last weekend proved that. The two times you've fucked me today prove that. It's different with you. It's what I need. But I also need to be married to Hudson. I need to have a husband like him."

"I know," Andrei said.

They shared a long, deep, slow kiss.

"Would you like to make love to me, Andrei?" Madalina asked.

Hudson couldn't see his wife's face, but he understood that she was offering her ex-boyfriend and olive branch of sorts. She probably wanted more of the adventurous, vigorous sex that Hudson couldn't give her no matter how hard he tried. Andrei, though, wanted something different, something more connected, and Madalina was willing to give it to him. In Hudson's mind that meant she cared for her ex-boyfriend in an unexpected manner, which meant angst for Hudson.

"Yes," Andrei answered.

There was movement above him, but they weren't going inside. Instead, it seemed that Madalina had straddled her ex-boyfriend. The sounds of kissing drifted down to Hudson and he looked up as a deep desire to watch them came over him. He was in the wrong spot for that, though, so Hudson moved.

He went back along the side of the house and crossed towards the same trees he'd hidden amongst earlier. He lifted his binoculars to his face and trained them on the sight of his wife and her ex-boyfriend having sex.

Madalina was topless and sitting astride Andrei. He appeared to be naked, though her skirt covered the union of their bodies so it was hard to say for sure.

They were making love, though. Madalina rode him slowly and they kissed deeply. His lips moved over her neck and chest, too, and when he took a nipple into his mouth she arched her back, rolled her head skywards, and parted her lips to unleash what Hudson knew would be a beautiful moan. It was not the kind of furious fucking Madalina had described having with Andrei when they were a couple, but from Hudson's view his wife seemed to be enjoying it just as much, if not more.

They made love for quite some time. Hudson watched all of it, too, right up to their orgasms, which happened almost simultaneously.

Afterwards they remained in that same position and shared a series of soft, beautiful kisses in the way you do when you've just shared a remarkable sexual experience with someone.

Hudson couldn't bear to watch any longer. He made his way back to the driveway and to his rental car. He sat behind the wheel for quite some time before driving back to his hotel. He fell into the bed and angst washed over him. Sleep took a while to come and when it arrived it was fitful at best.

The ringing of Hudson's phone woke him the next morning. Madalina's name was on the screen. Memories of watching her and Andrei make love filled his head, as did her promise to suck her ex-boyfriend's cock on the deck that morning.

"Hey," he said.

"Did I wake you?"

"You did. I slept in."

"Sorry."

"No, no. It's good to hear your voice. Great, in fact. I thought about you all night."

"Yeah? Good thoughts?"

"Mostly. I...I'm feeling more anxious than I thought I would."

"I'm sorry, baby. Will you be okay?"

"Of course. Of course. Please, tell me about your night. About your morning."

Silence greeted him. "I need to tell you something."

Hudson felt panic grip his chest. "Okay."

"It's not something bad, I promise. It's just, well, with the angst your feeling, this might make it a little worse. I have to tell you, though."

He didn't say anything.

"Andrei...well, you know how I talked about how good he fucked me, about the kind of sex we had. Passionate, sometimes aggressive, sometimes wild. Crazy positions. Fun locations. That sort of thing."

"Yes, of course." Hudson had heard plenty of stories and many of them had come while he was inside Madalina or while her fingers were sealed around his cock so she could stroke him to an orgasm.

"So, last night...we didn't have that kind of sex."

Hudson already knew that, of course.

"Andrei...I think he thinks...I think he thinks maybe there's a future with us. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong. But last night he told me he wanted to make love to me. Slow, beautiful, intimate sex."

Hudson heard the lust in his wife's voice. It sounded to him like proof that she'd thoroughly enjoyed making love to Andrei, that eschewing a good fucking in favor of a far more intimate kind of sex had worked out well for her. He was surprised at the arousal he felt at that revelation, though it was tempered by a healthy dose of anxiety.

"Did you make love to him?" he asked.

"I did. Twice, actually."

Hudson was thrown by that. He figured Madalina wouldn't indulge again so quickly, that she'd want more of the furious fucking that had so satisfied her when she'd been with Andrei. "Twice, really?" He tried not to sound too surprised.

She was quiet for a few seconds. "Yes. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." He didn't like that she was apologizing. It meant she felt like she'd done something wrong.

"I know. I do. I know. It's just...it's not what I said this weekend would be."

Hudson paused and took a deep breath. "Then why did you do it twice?" he asked.

"That's a fair question, I suppose." She was annoyed at him for asking it, though. He could hear it in her voice. "If I'm being honest, I did it twice because it was really good the first time. We were outside. I was on top. It was slow and beautiful and I was really, really turned on the whole time. I was...I don't know, it was just really good, so when Andrei seemed like he wanted to make love again this morning...I welcomed it."

"Where did you do it this morning?"

"In the bedroom. In our bed."

Hudson's heart was pounding. His dick was half hard, too.

"Hudson, are you there?"

"I am. I'm...can I masturbate?"

The arousal was too much. He didn't want to encourage Madalina to go further down the erotic road Andrei clearly wanted her to travel, but he couldn't help himself.

"Yes," she said.

"Where are you now?" he asked.

"In bed. Andrei's making breakfast. I didn't give him a blowjob on the deck like I said I would."

"You made love to him instead."

"I did."

Hudson stroked his cock and reveled in the intensity of the pleasure his hand provided. It was fueled by a dangerous desire, but he lacked the willpower to resist it.

"What position?" he asked.

"Missionary. The whole time. It felt so good, baby. I never...we never really did that when we were younger, but the chemistry is still there even when it's slow and beautiful and..."

"And intimate? And...and loving?"

"Yes," she answered.

He was close to cumming. He shouldn't have been. He should have released his cock. He should have stopped masturbating to the notion that his wife was actually nurturing feelings for Andrei, feelings that went beyond sexual.

"I'm...Hudson, I don't think I'm going to be able to stop myself from letting Andrei make love to me as often as he wants. I know this was supposed to be about me getting fucked, about me having the kind of sex I can't have with you...but it's become something different...something so much more passionate than I imagined...something so much more tender and beautiful."

Hudson had an orgasm. He grunted and groaned loud enough that someone in the hallway would have known exactly what was happening in his room. He was embarrassed by how good the orgasm felt. He was embarrassed at having encouraged his wife to let her feelings for Andrei continue to develop and manifest in their physical desire for each other.

"Was that good?" she asked.

"It was," he answered.

"I love you, Hudson."

"I love you too, Madalina."

"Breakfast is ready. I should go."

"Have a good day."

He set his phone down and looked at the cum that had sprayed on his legs and stomach and the bed. What a mess.

It all felt like a mess, though. He'd made a mistake in letting Madalina go with her boyfriend. He'd made a mistake in masturbating while she talked so happily about making love to Andrei. He'd made so many mistakes and now he wasn't sure how to unravel them.

Maybe he couldn't. Maybe he'd set in motion events that would cost him his marriage. Maybe, though, he'd simply given his wife the freedom to have a blissful weekend filled with deeply-satisfying sex of the sort that you crave when you're a little older. Maybe their marriage would be even healthier going forward.

Hudson wasn't sure he believed that, but he had to cling to it or risk losing his mind over the next few days.