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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 2 (Chapter 2)
As Phil delves deeper into Sue’s past, a conversation with his mother-in-law opens unexpected doors and reveals new secrets. Then, as night falls, Sue and Phil embark on the beginning of a journey that pushes their boundaries further than just looking at photographs…
This is chapter 2 of the sequel to my first hotpast story, which you can find on Amazon or here, on Medium.
Chapter 1 is here if you haven’t read it yet.
Chapter 2
The next day arrived with a sense of purpose. I knew there was a conversation I had to have. With Sue out running errands when I returned home after work, the time was right to address the issue that had been bothering me since last night — the missing photographs. Bearing in mind what Irene had said regarding having some privacy, I knocked on the door to her extension and Sue’s mother opened it, smiling when she saw me.
“I see you’ve learned to knock before just walking in,” my good-looking, grey-haired mother-in-law commented, inviting me into her hallway and closing the door behind me.
“Shall I make us a cup of tea?” I offered. “I wanted to talk to you about something before Sue gets home.”
Irene nodded, so I headed into her small kitchen and put on the kettle. While at work today, I couldn’t help but think about the events of the previous evening. Sue had shared an intimate part of her past with me, which sparked a flurry of questions about where we went from here but for now, I wanted the hidden photographs. They were the key to getting Sue to fully open up.
Once I’d made the tea, we moved, walking through and sitting in her living room, and I got straight to the point.
“Irene, it’s about the photographs,” I began. “I know you’ve hidden them, and I need to understand why.”
Irene met my gaze, her expression shifting with a mix of emotions. “Phil, I didn’t ever want anyone else to see those photos. I know they’re of Susan, but they’re also a part of my past I’d rather forget.”
I leaned forward, my tone sincere. “Irene, it’s not just about your past. Sue and I need those photographs to help us understand what happened and to move forward. Sue is beginning to open up to me, and I believe those photos could be a crucial part of that process.”
Irene’s eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a sigh. “You don’t know the full story, Phil. There are things you’re not aware of.”
Frustration welled up within me, but I kept my tone steady. “Irene, you mentioned last night the other day that I don’t know the half of it. That was unfair. I need to know the whole story and I’d rather hear it from Sue. If I can get her to show me the photos, to talk about it, she might feel better about her past.”
She hesitated, her gaze distant for a moment. “Alright, Phil. I understand. But I’m not sure Susan is ready to share right now and trust me, she doesn’t feel bad about it. She still thinks what she did was right.”
What did she mean by that?
“But, I’ll put the photos back. I was just trying to protect you.” Irene sipped at her tea. “You might be better just leaving all of this alone, Phil. Have you thought about that? Stirring up the past is rarely a good thing.”
I nodded, relieved that Irene had agreed to share the information. “Irene, Sue is starting to open up, and I want to be there for her. Please, put them back so Sue can find them, and soon. We can’t let these secrets continue to strain our relationship, and yours too. You and Sue. I get the feeling you still haven’t reconciled everything that happened.”
Irene blinked, then put down her cup and crossed her arms, pushing her large breasts up so that some cleavage showed through the V-neck of her sweater. “The past will always be there, Phil. We can’t undo what happened. Besides, I don’t regret it. Aaron and I… We had a good time. I just wish it had happened under different circumstances and not affected my relationship with my daughter.”
“You don’t regret it?” I squinted at the woman sitting opposite me. “That’s not what you said before.”
Irene coolly took a sip of her tea, regarding me over the rim of the fine china cup. “I regret the way it happened. I never meant to hurt Susan, but as I said, you don’t know the full story.”
“Then tell me.”
My mother-in-law shook her head softly. “It’s complicated. You know enough already, Phil. I’ll put Susan’s photographs back if that’s what you think is best. If she wants to tell you the full story, then so be it, but I don’t think she’s ready for that. I’m not sure she ever will be.”
“We’ll see.” I finished my tea, placing the cup back on its saucer and standing up. “I should get back. Leave you to it.”
“Can I ask a question, before you go?” Irene took the last sip of her tea and placed the cup aside. When I nodded, she stood and walked over to me, standing close enough for me to smell the lavender scent of her perfume and gazing into my eyes. “Did you… like looking at Susan’s photographs, Phil?”
“That’s… a very personal question, Irene.” I folded my arms defensively. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable talking to you about it. It’s personal, between Sue and I.”
“So you enjoyed seeing them,” my mother-in-law assumed, pursing her lips and then smirking as she led me towards the exit that led back into our house.
“I didn’t say that,” I replied, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“You didn’t have to,” Irene commented and I left, heading home and closing the door behind me so I didn’t have to look at her amused face. I hadn’t learned much from our chat, but at least she was going to put the photographs back. I wasn’t sure how to prompt Sue into looking for them again but I’d figure it out.
***
Later in the evening, I found Sue in the kitchen, her attention focused on a recipe book. The remnants of our earlier conversation with Irene still lingered in my mind and I’d been preparing for this conversation in my head all night. I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual as I approached her.
“Sue,” I began, my tone gentle, “I was thinking… Maybe you could read some more of your diary to me later.”
She turned, sweeping her dark hair from her eyes and contemplating me for a moment. “You’re really curious about all this stuff, huh?”
“I guess.” I nodded. “Hey, I was also wondering if Marie or any of your friends knew about Aaron and what you did with him?”
Sue looked up from the book, her expression thoughtful. “Marie knew. She’s my sister, so we used to tell each other everything.”
“Everything?”
Sue nodded, closing the book and giving me her full attention. “When I told her that Aaron liked to take pictures, she was fine but when I told her more — about the other guys, she wasn’t too thrilled about it. She can be judgmental but she’s always been supportive. As for Debbie and the rest of my friends, they have no idea about my past. I never saw a reason to tell them anything other than Aaron was my boyfriend.”
I nodded, absorbing the information. “And Marie’s kept your secret all these years, which is cool.”
“You know Marie,” Sue shrugged, making her breasts wobble sexily in the loose blue blouse she wore. “She’s a good person.”
“And, um, I know you said that you couldn’t find those photographs,” I said, moving on to the next part of my rehearsed conversation, “But if you don’t mind, I could look for them. Maybe you missed them?”
Sue hesitated for a moment, frowning at me. “I looked everywhere, Phil. They’re not there. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to find them and look at them without me. There’s… a few things in there I wouldn’t want you to see right away.”
“Like what?” I probed, wondering which of the pictures she was uncomfortable about.
“Look,” she replied, avoiding the question. “I’ll have another search for them. Maybe I’ll even ask my mum, see if she put them someplace without realising.”
“Great,” I said, relieved. “And if you still can’t find them, maybe we could take some more of our own, like we did before?”
Sue’s lips curved into a small smile. “Okay, Phil. I’m open to that. I enjoyed that, you know I did.”
I took a deep breath, putting my hands on the kitchen worktop to steady myself, feeling the weight of my next question. “And would it bother you if I showed Dale the photos? I know I mentioned it before, but I wanted to check if you’d be okay with it.”
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of excitement but she took a moment before replying. “When we talked about that… I was horny. Maybe I got carried away a little.”
“You enjoyed Aaron showing the pictures to his friends,” I continued. “So maybe you’d get turned on by Dale seeing our photos too.”
Sue furrowed her brow, considering the question. “Well, I suppose it could be exciting, but I’m not sure. What about you? Would you be okay with your best friend seeing you like that? Seeing your penis.”
I paused, contemplating the idea. “Honestly, I’m not sure, Sue. It’s a bit of a new territory for me too. But if it’s something that excites us both, maybe it’s worth at least talking about more.”
“Wouldn’t it make you feel possessive?” Sue continued, moving closer so that she was next to me, her body leaning into mine. Even without makeup — she’d showered earlier — she was pretty. Her hair was still damp and smelled of citrus. I breathed her in as she kissed me lightly on the mouth. “Wouldn’t your best friend seeing your wife naked and having sex make you feel weird? I mean… he was the best man at our wedding.”
“But he’s the only person, I’d trust to try it with,” I replied, then kissed her back. Sue’s body pressed against mine. I could feel the warmth of her as she shoved me back gently so that I was almost sitting on the kitchen table.
“You said he thinks I’m hot,” Sue murmured, undoing my belt and tugging down my shorts. “Is that right?”
“Fuck,” I breathed, watching her as she pulled my cock out and began to stroke it. “Sue… We shouldn’t, What if your mother comes around for some reason?”
“She won’t,” my wife replied, taking me in her mouth.
The wet warmth of her sucking my cock felt good and I found my mind drifting away, picturing the pictures of her with Aaron and the other men he liked to photograph her with. I wondered what Dale would think if he saw those photos. That was probably a bad idea. He’d no doubt enjoy seeing Sue naked. He’d always told me how lucky I was to get to sleep with her every night but if he knew about her past, he might not be as accepting of it as I was.
Sue stopped sucking me and stood up, her bright blue eyes ablaze with horniness. Perhaps my question about Dale and the prospect of him seeing her intimately had ignited a fire within her. It was clear that this wasn’t going to be just a blowjob. Her fingers worked deftly, undoing the buttons of my shirt, and I reciprocated by removing her blouse and then slipping my hands under the lacy vest top she wore beneath, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath. Sue’s breaths became ragged, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken in sync with mine. With a shared, unspoken understanding, we eased onto the table, our movements clumsy and urgent. Our clothes soon joined the forgotten recipe book on the floor, discarded in our haste to fuck. The smooth surface of the table was cool against my back as she pushed me down.
“I can’t help but wonder, Phil,” she murmured between kisses, “What it would be like if Dale were to see us like this.”
“He’d probably enjoy it,” I murmured, looking down at my cock as she positioned it between her legs, then lowered her wet pussy onto it. The idea of Dale seeing us fuck sent a surge of excitement through me and it seemed to have the same effect on Sue as she rode me hungrily.
“Where’s your phone?” she asked. “Take a picture of me fucking you.”
“It’s in my pocket,” I replied. “My trouser pocket. I can’t get it from here.”
“Damn,” Sue groaned, grinding her bald pussy against me while holding her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as she rode me.
The thought of Dale seeing her like this was too much. I slid from beneath her, collecting my phone from the floor before returning back to where I was. As soon as Sue got back on top, this time playing with one nipple while using her other hand to rub her clit while she fucked me, I took a couple of pictures but the thought of Dale seeing them was too much and I almost immediately came inside her.
“Already?” Sue complained, feeling my cock tense and pulse inside her. “Does the idea of Dale seeing your wife getting fucked turn you on that much?”
I didn’t answer. I just lay there, enjoying the feeling of her continuing to ride me until I grew soft, sliding out of her in a sticky pool of cum. Sue kept touching herself though, until a few minutes later, she finally finished frantically rubbing her clit, orgasming in a close-together cluster of moans as the shockwaves of her orgasm shuddered through her. Then she collapsed on top of me, her skin coated with sweat.
“Were you suggesting that Dale watch us fuck?” I whispered into her ear as she lay there, getting her breath back.
“No,” she shook her head, her damp hair in my face so that I had to push it aside to gaze at her. “Just… Maybe you can show him our photos. You have to promise to tell me everything that he says though.”
“Of course I will,” I promised. “Now perhaps we should get dressed and cleaned up. You know… Just in case your mother does decide to pop in.”
“It might be hard to explain why our table is covered in sweat and cum,” Sue quipped, her bright blue eyes dancing mischievously.
I chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Indeed, it might. The curtains were open too. Anyone walking past outside could have seen us. We’ll have to be more discreet next time.”
“I hadn’t even thought about that,” Sue giggled as we reluctantly disentangled ourselves from the table, gathering our discarded clothes and straightening our dishevelled appearance. “So, how are you going to show Dale the photographs?”
“You really want me to?”
Sue nodded, biting her lip shyly as she finished getting dressed, wrapping her shirt back around her without bothering to put her bra or vest top back on. Her erect nipples poked through the thin material pleasantly.
“I guess I’ll take him out for a beer,” I shrugged, “And work the conversation around to sex. Which usually happens anyway. I don’t know. I’ll work it out.”
“Okay.” Sue sighed. “Are you sure you’re okay about all of this? It feels so strange, opening up to you about Aaron and… my little kinky side, I guess we can call it.”
“I’m fine with it,” I nodded, walking towards the sink and picking up a wet cloth to wipe the table down with it. “Really, I am. I just hope you manage to find those pictures. The old ones, of you and Aaron. I’m really curious after what you said about them earlier.”
“I’ll have one final look,” Sue replied, the smile sliding from her face momentarily, and she licked her lips as though she was nervous about something. Why did I get the feeling that there was something she wanted to tell me?
“Great,” I grinned at her, trying to reassure her the best I could. “I’m just happy and excited that we’re able to talk about all of this so candidly. How about we go to bed soon and you can read some more from the diary?”
“I think I’m done for tonight,” Sue responded apologetically. “But I promise, we’ll get around to it soon.”
I felt a twinge of disappointment but pushed the feeling to one side. Things were going in the right direction. I just had to be patient.
What I didn’t know right then was that things were going to take another strange twist. One that I could never have seen coming.
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