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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 2 (Chapter 6)

Phil’s journey into the passionate depths of his wife’s enigmatic past takes an unexpected turn when she brings her ex-boyfriend home after their night out, and the inevitable conversation about her past begins, leading to a daring proposition that will forever change the course of their relationship.

This is chapter 6 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, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5.

Chapter 6

My eyes widened in disbelief as I struggled to comprehend the situation before me. Sue and Aaron, one of the key figures from her past who I’d only seen together with Sue in photographs, now stood side by side in our home as Sue ushered him in and closed the door behind them. My response was a hesitant, “Aaron… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Sue, her gaze fixed on me, held a spark of excitement in her eyes that she couldn’t conceal. “Surprise, darling,” she declared, her voice filled with anticipation. “Aaron and I thought it might be nice to continue our chat here, in a more comfortable setting.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” the tall man said, doubt in his eyes as I took in my state of bewilderment and confusion. I shook my head and welcomed him inside but as Sue and Aaron discarded their coats and shoes and he followed my wife into our living room, I couldn’t help but wonder where this unexpected reunion would lead and how it would reshape the dynamics of our relationship once more.

Sue and Aaron settled on the couch, exchanging smiles and whispered words that hinted at the night they’d spent together. Evidently, they had rekindled something from their past, a connection that had quickly reformed. As I stood nearby, feeling like an outsider in my own home, Sue turned to me with genuine gratitude in her eyes. “Phil, I have to thank you for suggesting this. Aaron and I had a wonderful night at the pub, talking about old times and putting a few ghosts to rest.”

Aaron nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on Sue. “Absolutely. It’s been great catching up with her after all these years.”

Their words carried a tone of nostalgia and shared experiences, and it was clear that their reunion had rekindled old flames. While they reminisced about their past escapades and the adventures they had shared, I couldn’t help but feel a growing discomfort. Sue and Aaron’s closeness, the familiarity in their smiles and glances, made me uneasy.

I forced a smile, attempting to hide my unease. “I’m glad to hear that you both had a good time. It’s important to revisit old memories and find closure. Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ll take a beer if you have one?” Aaron smiled gratefully

“I’ll come with you.” Sue stood up, then leaned into me, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek, her affectionate gesture meant to reassure me as we headed to the kitchen. “You were right, Phil. This has been a healing experience.”

I could smell the alcohol on her breath and from her flirty giggle as she slapped my ass while I gathered a couple of beers from the fridge, I could tell she’d enjoyed a few drinks tonight, which had probably given her the confidence to bring Aaron to our home. However, as the evening wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. The presence of Aaron and how comfortable she was around him, the ease with which he and Sue interacted, raised questions and insecurities that I had never anticipated. It was as though the past had come back to life, and I wondered where this reunion would lead and what it would mean moving forward after tonight.

Sue and Aaron sat on the living room couch, their proximity and easy conversation making me increasingly uncomfortable. As they shared stories of their past, their laughter and camaraderie seemed almost too familiar for my liking.

“So, Phil,” Aaron said with a mischievous glint in his eye as we all sat back down, “Sue tells me you know all about me and our history. I hope you really are okay with us talking and you’re not just being polite?”

“I’m cool,” I nodded, taking a long sip of my beer to steady my nerves. “And yes, Sue’s told me all about your time together.”

As we settled back into the living room, the conversation flowed between us, though an underlying tension lingered in the air. Aaron, who had clearly grown more comfortable with my presence, leaned forward, fixing me with an inquisitive gaze.

“Sue tells me you’re well aware of our history,” he said, a wry smile playing on his lips. “I hope you don’t mind us reminiscing about the old days.”

I offered a nod, attempting to mask my discomfort with a casual tone. “I understand that people have pasts, and it’s natural to talk about them. Besides, it’s healthy for me to learn more about Sue’s life before we met.”

“Absolutely,” Aaron’s eyes glinted mischievously again as he leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Sue told me that you were interested in mine and Sue’s fondness for taking naughty photos in the past.”

My heart skipped a beat and I sat back in my seat, trying to conceal my anxiety at how fast this was all going. “It’s… interesting,” I replied, struggling to keep my tone casual. “I suppose it’s not uncommon for couples to take dirty pictures. “

Aaron’s grin widened as he seemed to sense my unease. “Exactly. It’s all in good fun, right? Speaking of naughty photos, Sue mentioned something to me at the pub. She said you two have taken some recently too.”

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, not expecting our own private moments to be a topic of conversation tonight. Sue, who had been sitting quietly beside Aaron, gave me a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, we did,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. “It was just a bit of fun, wasn’t it, Phil? We wanted to try something new.”

Aaron’s curiosity was palpable as he leaned back, his eyes locking onto mine. “Mind showing us? I’m interested to see how much Sue’s body has changed since our younger days.”

The request hung in the air, a weighty pause settling between us. I couldn’t help but feel trapped in an uncomfortable situation, caught between my wife’s past and the curiosity of her former lover.

I couldn’t hide the unease that continued to gnaw at me, but before I could acknowledge his request. Sue shifted in her seat, reaching down into the handbag which she’d taken out with her and pulling out the envelope containing the photos, a mixture of excitement and curiosity dancing in her eyes.

“We didn’t get a proper chance to look at these in the pub,” she explained, her voice soft and apologetic. “There were too many people around to look at more than a couple. So, I thought bringing Aaron here to reminisce and see how far we’ve come would be nice.”

I stared at her, my mind racing. She’d taken the photos with her to show Aaron?

Aaron, sitting beside her, chimed in, “But we don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Phil. If you’d rather we didn’t, just say the word.”

Their consideration touched me, even though my mind was still wrestling with conflicting emotions. I gazed at the envelope of photographs in Sue’s hand, aware of the explicit content hidden within. It was a tangible reminder of the vivid experiences from her past that I had only glimpsed through her diaries and recounted stories. My curiosity battled with insecurity, and my heart pounded as I contemplated the decision ahead.

I finally nodded, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in my voice. “Alright, let’s see them.”

Sue’s face lit up with excitement as she handed me the envelope, her fingers brushing against mine in a tender gesture. “Thank you, Phil,” she whispered, her eyes filled with appreciation. “Do you want to get them out?”

I sat on the sofa next to them both and Aaron shifted closer, clearly eager to revisit their shared history. Sue was on the other side of Aaron and she leaned over him, the air thick with anticipation as I carefully opened the envelope.

As I pulled out the first photograph, Sue standing naked amidst a lush forest backdrop, her hair cascading down her back, my wife giggled. “We’ve all seen these. Get to the good stuff.”

Aaron added with a chuckle, “She means get to the really dirty pictures.”

I looked at the next picture, of Sue sucking Aaron’s dick and then continued to flip through the photographs until I got to the one of Sue and another woman, blonde and pretty, naked and wrapped around each other.

“Zara,” Aaron reminisced. “Do you remember her?”

“Of course I do,” she replied, her blue eyes lingering on the picture. “The first woman I ever played with.”

“She was reluctant to sleep with another girl,” Aaron told me, his eyes finding mine for a moment before returning to the photograph in my hand. “But she agreed to do it for the art and once she got over her initial nervousness, she enjoyed it, didn’t you, Sue?”

I glanced at my wife to see her cheeks aflame with embarrassment. “I didn’t think I had any lesbian tendencies,” she murmured quietly. “But once Zara and I were naked and she began touching me, it just happened.”

“What happened to the rest of the photos?” Aaron asked as I turned to the next picture.

“Mum destroyed most of them,” Sue replied, looking down at the image in front of us now, of her being fucked from behind by someone that wasn’t Aaron. “These were the only ones I managed to save.”

“Who’s that?” I asked, looking at the girthy dick penetrating my wife in the photograph.

“Dean,” Aaron shrugged. “A friend of mine. Sue had already slept with Ben — my other photographer friend — a few times by then — and wanted to try someone new.”

“Dean was amazing,” Sue sighed. “What a night that was. He made me cum so many times.”

My dick was rock-hard, trying to force its way out of my jeans, despite the intense feeling of jealousy that was burning deep inside at that point. Sue was my wife, but her openness with Aaron, and the shared history they had — that seemed to include lots of different people, new names, new information — all added together to make me feel almost like an intruder in their secrets.

We looked at more photos including the man holding the riding crop to her backside, who Aaron introduced as Anton, a kinky friend of his that Sue spent some time with during her more experimental phase and then eventually, we got to the pictures of Sue and one other woman with the large group of men.

“Okay,” Sue said, putting her hand across Aaron to retrieve the photos from my grasp for a moment. She held them to her chest protectively. “Phil, I should have told you about this and I haven’t yet. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this.”

“You were with a group of men,” I said slowly, pretending I’d seen the picture for the first time. “And a woman.”

“Lisa,” Aaron added her name. “She was Sue’s best friend at the time.”

“Yes, she was,” my wife nodded, her face a mask of shame. “We did a… what you might call…”

“An orgy,” Aaron helped her out. “A gangbang. Whatever you want to call it. And it was one of the hottest nights of my entire life.”

Sue’s bright blue eyes met mine as she gulped air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Despite the drink, she was nervous about my reaction.

“A… g-g-gangbang,” I stammered, scarcely able to believe we were talking about this so candidly. “So… How many, um… you know?”

“How many… men?” Sue asked, her voice low, her cheeks still bright red. “I, um-”

She turned to Aaron and their eyes met, then he realised she was asking him for help. “Oh, right,” he said, nodding. “Six, I think. Ben, Anton, Dean, Dean’s friend… I can’t recall his name. And me. And Lisa, of course.”

“Did she… take them all?” I asked, meaning Lisa while also fishing for more information on Sue and what had happened that night in general.

“We both did,” Sue said, so quietly that I could barely hear. She looked at me, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry, Phil. I was a slut. I never told you because-”

“Because you were scared I’d think differently of you,” I finished for her and she nodded.

“And do you?” My wife asked, a tremor in her voice.

“No,” I shook my head. All this new information did make me think differently about Sue, but not in a derogatory or worse way. However, I wasn’t going to say that in front of Aaron.

Sue’s ex, sensing the tension, leaned closer and posed a question to change the subject. “Sue mentioned that since the subject of the pictures came up, you two have taken some intimate photos as well. Since you’ve seen mine, maybe it’d be fun to see yours?”

The request hung in the air, and I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. Sue had been open about her past, and I felt a sense of responsibility to reciprocate. Yet, the thought of sharing our private moments with Aaron, of laying bare the intimate details of our relationship, filled me with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Sue cleared her throat, her expression lightening. “I told him you might show him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.”

“Do you want to?” I felt my stomach twist into a knot at the thought but Sue reached across across and stroked my knee.

“You’ve shown Dale,” she pointed out.

“The guy in the pub?” Aaron asked and when I nodded, he laughed. “I saw you showing him something. I only caught a brief glimpse but I wondered if it might be Sue.”

Before Sue could question when this happened, I breathed out heavily and nodded, my voice a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. “Alright, Aaron. I guess I’m willing to share. Seeing as we’re all being so open about things.”

I reached for my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked it and navigated to the gallery where the pictures were stored. The images we had taken together were intimate, revealing, and deeply personal, and I couldn’t help but wonder how Aaron would react.

As I handed my phone to Aaron, he took it with a knowing grin, his eyes scanning the screen. The first photograph he doubled-tapped on was one of the most intimate — Sue’s lips wrapped around my cock. He swiped to the next photo, of my wife with her legs spread wide as she touched herself, and then the photos of her straddling me, riding my cock, my shaft buried in her shaved pussy.

Sue also watched her ex’s reaction closely, her own curiosity apparent. It was a moment of vulnerability, a sharing of our most intimate moments with a man from her past.

Aaron’s eyes lingered on the images, his expression a mix of arousal and appreciation. He nodded approvingly, his tone low and appreciative as he handed my phone back to me. “Not bad photos at all. You two certainly know how to capture the heat of the moment.”

Sue, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, stroked my knee again, silently thanking me for sharing our private moments. It was a step towards transparency, a gesture of trust, and I couldn’t deny the complex emotions that swirled within me. I felt strange. Another man — Sue’s ex — was looking at my cock, looking at me fuck my wife, who he used to do the same to, years ago. It was weird that I wasn’t the first man that he’d seen fuck her. This entire situation was surreal and strange and yet my cock was throbbing, hard and painful in my shorts.

Aaron’s gaze lingered on the explicit photos of Sue as he swiped through them again, and then, as he handed my phone back to me, he couldn’t help but offer his candid observations.

“You know, Sue,” he said, a playful glint in his eye, “your body looks just as good as it did back then. Your breasts look firm, and, well, your pussy is quite the change from the past.” He leaned closer to her, his tone low and filled with desire. “It’s shaved now, huh? Looks different, but I have to say, it’s a damn sexy look on you.”

Sue blushed at his comments, her cheeks tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. It was clear that Aaron’s presence and his intimate knowledge of her past had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within her, just as it had inside me.

I couldn’t help but feel like a spectator in my own life, caught between the complex dynamics of the past and the present. The evening had taken yet another unexpected turn, and as Aaron and Sue continued to reconnect, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our relationship had ventured into uncharted territory, where boundaries were beginning to blur as everyone’s emotions were stirred more and more.

“It’s kind of hot in here,” Sue said, her voice thick with arousal. She paused for a moment, undoing the top button of her white shirt, then a second and a third, showing a healthy amount of cleavage. “You know, maybe we could try something.”

“Try something?” I asked, my pulse quickening. I could feel the blood rushing in my temples. What was she going to suggest? “Like what?”

“Do you know what would really turn me on?” she said, undoing one more button so that the cups of her white bra were on show. “Maybe I’m taking this too far, but it feels kind of right.”

“What?” I asked again, watching as she stood up, biting her lip as she looked at the two of us, Aaron and I, sitting on the sofa, looking up at her. “What feels right?”

“Aaron’s a photographer,” she chewed her lip nervously, “What about if we let him take some photos of us? In bed. Having sex. Tonight.”

“I would fucking love that,” her ex said from beside me as I stared at my wife in shock as she undid the final few buttons of her shirt, letting it fall open.

“N-now?” I stammered.

“Right now.”

With that, Sue removed the shirt, tossing it to the floor and walking away in the direction of the staircase and the bedroom above us.

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