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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 2 (Chapter 3)
The holiday season brings both joy and intrigue as Phil and Sue continue to navigate her complex past. Christmas Day unfolds with gifts, family, and a surprise that ignites their desire. Secrets are revealed, desires awakened, and a tantalizing gift left wrapped is finally opened...
This is my Christmas special, feature-length, chapter 3 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 and Chapter 2 is here.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Chapter 3
A week or so had drifted by since Sue and I delved into the first revealing chapter of her diaries. During that time, a reluctance in Sue had become evident. She pulled back from reading more of her diaries or looking for the elusive photographs which I’d arranged for Irene to put back where she’d found them. It was a frustrating time but I had to be patient. It was a busy time, Christmas, no less.
Christmas morning had dawned, bringing with it the promise of festivities and family. As the cold winter sunlight streamed through the curtains, I stirred in our bed, the anticipation of the day ahead tingling in the air. My gaze drifted to Sue, still peacefully asleep beside me. Her reluctance to revisit her past any further had caused a lull in our intimacy, but I held onto hope for a change in her attitude once the busy holiday season was out of the way.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, determined to make the day special and I made my way to the kitchen, where the Christmas tree stood adorned with sparkling ornaments. I poured two cups of coffee, a warm gesture to bridge the slight emotional gap that had formed between us the past few days. Perhaps the magic of Christmas would help rekindle the connection we’d shared.
Sue stirred in bed as I returned to the bedroom, her eyelids fluttering as she awoke to the scent of coffee and the soft glow of Christmas morning. She greeted me with a sleepy smile as I approached the bed with two steaming cups in hand.
“Morning,” I whispered, offering her a cup of coffee. “Merry Christmas.”
She accepted the hot drink with a grateful nod, sat up and took a sip, the rich aroma filling the room. We lingered in the cosy embrace of our shared moment, savouring the simple pleasure of being together on this special day.
After some murmured words of affection and a kiss that I managed to steal as we got up, we headed downstairs, to the festively wrapped gifts beneath the tree. We exchanged presents, the joy of giving and receiving as fun as it always was.
As the morning unfolded, we unwrapped our gifts one by one, sharing laughter at some of the funny presents that we’d bought each other. My favourite thing I got her that she really liked, was a beautiful photo of us both when we first started dating. I’d got it blown up and framed, thinking it quite special considering everything that happened lately. Sue thought it romantic and thoughtful and gave me a long kiss after unwrapping and admiring it for a few minutes with a wide smile on her face.
When we finished opening our gifts, there remained one small box, perfectly wrapped, sitting beside me, the tag bearing my name. Sue’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she handed it to me, her voice tinged with excitement. “Save this one for tonight, Phil. Open it before bed. It’s a special surprise.”
I glanced at the mysterious package, wondering what secrets it held, and set it aside as instructed. It had to be some saucy lingerie. It had to be. The promise of an evening surprise added an air of anticipation to our Christmas Day, a secret to be unveiled when the stars painted the night sky.
I took photos of all our gifts, including the framed picture and afterwards, we got dressed and began to prepare our Christmas dinner. Sue and I were soon bustling around the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of roasting turkey filling the air and just as we were setting the table, Irene emerged from her extension, her presence announced by the faint scent of her signature perfume.
She greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes holding a hint of curiosity as she breathed in the smell of dinner cooking and then looked at the pristine table setting. “Everything smells divine in here. You two have outdone yourselves.”
Sue flashed a proud grin as she placed the final touches on the table. “It’s your first Christmas here so we wanted to make this one special, Mum.”
Irene’s eyes softened, and she reached out to gently touch her daughter’s cheek. “And it will be, darling. Just being with you here makes it special.”
As we chatted and opened some more presents, these between Irene and us in the cosy living room, the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of Marie and her husband, Clive. Sue rushed to greet her sister, enveloping her in a warm hug. Clive followed suit with a friendly handshake and a hearty laugh.
Marie looked much like her older sister, with long, dark hair and a slim, petite body. Her long lashes and full lips made her very attractive. Clive, a tall, broad man with a permanent frown, was a lucky man.
Even though Sue didn’t see her sister and brother-in-law very often, we settled into the familiar comfort of family, the house filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as we toasted to the holiday season. The day went perfectly, with dinner being delicious and everything going smoothly but I had one thing on my mind and after we’d eaten, I got the opportunity to do what I’d hoped.
“Can I ask you something, Marie?” I said to Sue’s sister, after managing to get her alone for a moment. Irene, Clive and Sue were sitting in the living room, playing cards while I finished washing up and Marie entered, offering to help. I gratefully accepted and now we’d done, putting the pots away, I made my move.
“Of course you can,” the diminutive brunette replied. “What’s up?”
“Please don’t say anything to Sue or Irene,” I started by saying, “Or Clive. This is a personal question about Sue. If you don’t want to ask, I totally understand.”
“Okay, now you’ve got me nervous,” Sue’s sister replied but then grinned at me. Marie had a wicked sense of humour. She always had, since I first met her. “Joking. Fire away.”
“Something came up the other week,” I explained slowly, as though working out how to ask as I went along. I’d actually rehearsed this conversation a few times lately in the knowledge that Marie was visiting today. “I won’t go into the specifics out of respect for Sue, but her ex, Aaron came up in conversation. She’d never told me much about him before but I found out that he was the cause of Sue and your mum falling out. Then Sue confessed to all the stuff that she and Aaron got up to. I was pretty shocked, to say the least.”
Marie put down the washing cloth she’d been using and looked at me, an odd look in her piercing brown eyes. “When you say ‘all the stuff’ what do you mean, exactly?”
I hesitated. This was going to be the big gamble. If it backfired and Marie went into the living room and told Sue what I’d asked her, it could cause a huge problem but I knew Marie well enough to suspect that wouldn’t happen. She was witty and mischievous, and more than a little inquisitive.
“Sue told me about the photos he took of her. She read me some of her diaries,” I said casually, placing the plates back in the kitchen cupboard where we stored them. “Don’t worry. You’re not overstepping. I just wanted to know what else happened. She told me it caused her and Irene to fall out but then she hinted that there was more to the tale. More she doesn’t seem to want to tell me.”
“I’m not surprised she doesn’t want to tell you,” Sue’s sister said quietly, looking over her shoulder to make sure everyone was still in the living room, out of earshot. “It was pretty scandalous. Sue showed me some of the pictures Aaron took and they were way more than I expected. Like really perverted. I don’t want to go into the reason why she and mum fell out but-”
“Aaron and Irene had a thing,” I whispered, also looking through the open doorway at the other three playing cards. “Sue found out. I know about that. But what’s the ‘more to tell’ part that happened after that? Is it something I should know?”
“James happened,” Marie shrugged, then stared at me when I looked at her and shook my head. “You don’t know about James?”
“I’ve never heard anyone mention him,” I replied. “Tell me what happened, if only because I don’t want to touch any nerves when Sue and I talk more about things. I want to be in the know, so I can handle it all tactfully and not cause any upset.”
Marie chewed her lip, studying me with doubt in her eyes. “I’m not sure-”
“How are my two favourite people getting on?” Sue’s voice came from behind us and I spun around, wondering if she’d heard any of that.
“We’re good,” I replied, waving my hand around at the clean and empty kitchen surfaces. “All done.”
“Wonderful,” my wife replied with a grateful smile. “Thanks, you two. Phil, shouldn’t you be meeting Dale at the pub for your Christmas Day drinks any time now?”
I glanced at my watch. “Shit, yes,” I grimaced because I’d almost got to the interesting part with Marie. “I better go, I guess. The pub is only open for a few hours. I don’t want to leave him hanging.”
“Okay,” my wife replied. “Don’t get too drunk.”
“I won’t.” I nodded at Sue, then called through the open doorway to Clive. “Are you sure you don’t want to come for a beer?”
As he did every year, Clive, the non-drinker, shook his head and said, “No, but thanks for asking.”
I picked up my coat and headed towards the door. The anticipation of my Christmas Day meeting with Dale at the pub was different this year. Rather than the local bar down the road, this time, I’d chosen a different bar quite deliberately. The one that Aaron was known to frequent. Curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Sue’s enigmatic ex-lover would make an appearance.
As I stepped out into the brisk Christmas Day air, I pulled my coat tightly around me. The streets were quieter than usual, with most people enjoying the holiday at home with their families. I got in the car, making a note to stay on soft drinks and made my way to the pub, the anticipation building with every step.
When I entered the dimly lit bar, I spotted Dale sitting at a corner table, a pint of beer in front of him. The place was sparsely populated, and there was no sign of Aaron. I greeted my friend with a warm smile and took a seat across from him.
“Hey, Dale,” I said, “Merry Christmas.”
Dale grinned and raised his glass in acknowledgment. “Merry Christmas, Phil. You made it.”
“Of course I did,” I shrugged. “I’d never miss our Christmas pint although this year, it’s a pint of orange juice.” I shook my car keys at him and he nodded understandingly.
I ordered a drink and settled in, sitting down and engaging in the usual banter with Dale about our respective holiday plans. It was a comfortable routine we’d established over the years, and it felt good to maintain some sense of normalcy amidst the changing dynamics in my life.
As the conversation flowed, I couldn’t help but keep an eye on the entrance, half-expecting Aaron to walk in at any moment. Sue had revealed so much about her past, but some mysteries about Aaron remained and I was itching to see him again and perhaps somehow learn a little more if I could get him to talk once more.
Time passed, and the pub began to fill up with more patrons seeking refuge from the Christmas festivities. The atmosphere grew livelier and eventually Aaron, walked in, heading to the bar with a lady friend and ordering drinks.
Dale and I continued our conversation, the buzz of the pub around us providing a festive backdrop. As we talked about our holiday plans, I couldn’t help but steer the conversation towards our Christmas gifts for our respective wives, part of my planned and rehearsed conversation.
I leaned in, my tone conspiratorial. “So, what did you get for Jenny this year? Any big surprises?”
Dale grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ah, well, I think I outdid myself this year. I got her all the usual presents, chocolates, jewellery, clothes but I managed to surprise her with a new perfume, Chanel. One she’s wanted for ages. She loved it.”
I raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Sounds expensive. Sue liked everything I got her. My favourite thing was this.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, then showed him the photo that I’d taken of the framed picture I’d had made for Sue. “She loved it.”
Dale leaned in and examined the photo, nodding approvingly. “That’s so classy and sweet. What a great idea.”
As we continued to discuss our gifts, I scrolled through the photos on my phone to show him the other pictures I’d taken this morning. However, my heart raced as I ‘accidentally’ swiped too far, revealing the photo of Sue riding me.
I acted slow to react, pretending not to realize what was on the screen until I saw Dale’s gaze fall upon the unexpected image. His eyes widened, and a surprised gasp escaped his lips.
I quickly swiped the screen to hide the image, my face flushing with embarrassment. “Whoops, that was a mistake. Must have scrolled too far.”
Dale, still taken aback by the unexpected sight, chuckled nervously. “No worries, Phil. A welcome Christmas surprise, I guess.”
“How much did you see?” I asked feeling my cheeks redden but also a strange excitement rising inside me.
“Not as much as I’d like,” he grinned, composing himself after the initial surprise. “It looked like Sue on top of you. Was she naked? I think I saw her boobs. I only saw for the briefest second.”
I licked my lips, wondering how to handle this without seeming weird. I glanced around, then looked back at Dale as he smoothed down his dark hair and took a drink of his beer as a pretty blonde walked past us.
“I’ll show you again if you promise not to tell Sue,” I said quietly.
Dale’s eyebrows raised. “Well, I’m not going to say no, am I?”
I swiped back to the intimate picture, then passed him my phone for a good look. My friend studied the photo, looking at Sue playing with her nipple, her other hand rubbing her clit while she rode my cock. Her breasts and bald pussy were fully in view of the camera and Dale took his time, then swiped sideways without asking, looking at the others I’d taken, all the same, taken a few seconds apart.
“I love her tits,” he murmured. “Shaved too. Nice. I’ve always wanted to see Sue naked.” He sighed, then chuckled. “Fuck. This just made my Christmas, Phil.”
“I have others,” I confessed quietly. “But it feels weird showing you.”
“Don’t feel weird,” Dale shuffled closer, sitting right on the edge of his seat, “Let’s have a look. Think of it as your Christmas gift to me.”
“If you really want to see?” I paused, waiting for him to nod, then scrolled back through my camera roll to the pictures we’d taken before. The first was of Sue lying back on the bed, playing with her tits with her legs open, pussy exposed to the camera.
“Phil, isn’t it?”
We were interrupted by a familiar voice from behind us and I smoothly locked my phone and slid it into my pocket, turning around to face Aaron, who’d approached unnoticed.
“Aaron,” I nodded politely, wondering why he’d come over.
“When I saw you here last time,” the tall man eyed me with a firmness to his expression that made me instantly worried. “You forgot to tell me that you were married to Sue. The very Sue that I was talking to you about.”
“I… um,” I began but Sue’s ex-boyfriend cut me off with a shake of his head.
“I thought you looked familiar, so after you left, I looked through my Facebook and found you in Sue’s photographs. Would you care to explain what the fuck is going on?”
I glanced at Dale who was listening with a confused look on his face, then turned back to Aaron.
“I can explain but not right now. I’m with my friend.” I indicated towards Dale. “Can we do this another time?”
“Whatever.” Aaron shrugged, giving me a look of disdain. “I hope you got what it was you wanted, a perverted kick or whatever it was, but I’m warning you. If you ever hurt Sue, you’ll have me to answer to.”
I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by his threatening tone. I wasn’t scared of Aaron, he didn’t have the necessary physical presence to worry me. Still, I hadn’t come here for a confrontation or to make a scene.
“Fair enough, Aaron. Look, I found a picture, one of the old ones that you took and Sue wouldn’t talk about it,” I said. “So I decided to find out for myself. I didn’t think you’d tell me if you knew the truth of who I was. I apologise for not telling you before. Let me buy you a drink to make it up to you. In the spirit of Christmas.”
“You found one of the photos?” Aaron said, surprise on his face. “She still has them?”
“I think so,” I lied. “I only saw one but I think there were others. Anyway, you told me what I needed to know. Thank you. I promise, nothing bad will come of it. If anything, it’s helped me to understand Sue better.”
Aaron nodded. “Interesting. I’m here with a friend,” he gestured to the attractive young woman he’d walked in with. “So I should go, but maybe you and I can talk about this some other time.”
“I know where to find you,” I smiled, pleasantly surprised at how the unexpected exchange had worked out. “But maybe you should give me your number or something?”
Sue’s ex-boyfriend reached into his pocket and pulled out a plain black business card, passing it to me before leaving.
“What was all that about?” Dale asked, watching Aaron walk away to rejoin his brunette companion.
“I’ll explain another time,” I said, not wanting to go into it too deeply with Dale. I’d half-forgotten he was there in my haste to recover my position with Aaron and had divulged more than intended already. I slid the card into my back pocket. “It’s getting late. I should finish our drinks and get back home. So should you. Jenny will be wondering where you are.”
Dale checked his watch and agreed but I could tell that his mind was working hard to figure out what was going on. I knew I’d have to tell him some time — and show him the rest of the photos but not today. I’d put my plans into motion but after Aaron’s unexpected interruption, I needed to gather my thoughts and figure out where I went from here.
We headed home, promising to meet up the following week for a proper drink, when I said I might show him some more photos. He mentioned maybe seeing if he could get a sexy snap of Jenny in return but I told him he didn’t have to.
When I got home, everyone was tired, full of food and relaxed to the point of taking evening naps in front of the TV. As the evening wore on, the house gradually emptied. Irene left first, followed by Marie and Clive, bidding us goodbye and expressing their gratitude for the wonderful Christmas dinner. Sue and I exchanged glances as the door closed behind them, leaving us alone for the first time since this morning.
Sue approached me, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. “So, did you have a good time at the pub?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“Yeah, it was good,” I smiled, sitting down and bidding her to sit next to me.
Her blue eyes locked onto mine as she took a seat, anticipation building in the air. Did she know what I was going to say? “Go on.”
I took a deep breath. “I showed Dale a couple of the photos. You know, our photos that we took the other night.”
Sue’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, her expression tightening. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing slightly. “It pretended to show them him by accident, but once he saw one — for just a second, he wanted to see more. So I showed him a few more, and… well, he was quite impressed, to say the least.”
A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Sue’s lips. “Impressed, you say?”
I nodded, feeling a surge of desire building between us. “He thought you had an amazing body.”
Sue’s arousal was palpable as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine. “Did he now? And what did he see, exactly?”
Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in sync as our hands began to explore each other’s bodies.
“I showed him the picture of you riding me,” I murmured, in between kisses. “And the one of you lying on your back with your legs open.”
Sue gently pulled away, her eyes smouldering with desire. “Let’s go to bed, then tell me more about what he said.”
We went upstairs and undressed, getting into bed and resuming from where we left off, our lips meeting and our bodies pressing against each other but again, Sue stopped, sitting up and bed. I watched with anticipation as she retrieved the small, wrapped box from where she’d saved it for this moment. She handed it to me, and I eagerly tore away the paper.
Inside was a pretty gift box and when I opened that, I saw some of the photos of Aaron and Sue, the one on top being of Sue naked in the forest.
Sue’s voice was soft as she explained, “I found the photos,” she breathed, her hand finding mine and squeezing it gently. “The ones from my past with Aaron. They’re not all here but I’m happy with you seeing these ones first. I’m saving the rest for when I’ve explained more about what happened.”
“Wow,” I breathed, gazing at the image of the naked, younger Sue. “You look… perfect. I can’t believe you let Aaron take this of you.”
“Wait until you see some of the others,” she said, her lips finding mine again and kissing me softly and tenderly. Her hand wrapped around my fully hard, excited cock and began to stroke me. “Merry Christmas, Phil.”
“Merry Christmas,” I murmured back against her mouth, then pushed her back onto the bed, watching as she opened her legs wide for me to fuck her.
This was the best Christmas I’d had for a long time.
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