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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 2 (Chapter 1)
In the aftermath of his wife’s revelations about her past, Phil explores the depths of his Sue’s desire, ignited by the secrets locked within her diaries. But as they contemplate the possibility of sharing this newfound kink with others, a decision looms on the horizon, one that could change the course of their relationship forever.
This is a sequel to my first hotpast story, which you can find on Amazon or here, on Medium.
Chapter One
The early light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Sue lay beside me, her skin kissed by the dawn’s gentle touch. Everything I’d learned over the past weeks had come sharply into focus last night, and an air of tension hung over me this morning.
I turned towards my wife, my gaze fixed on her beautiful face, the delicate lines of her lips, and the way her hair tumbled haphazardly across the pillow. It was a new day, and some conversations needed to be had, questions that begged for answers. She’d finally confessed to some of the things she’d done with Aaron, but it had only been a tiny peek into her past. The smallest of confessions. But it was a start. How much more would she tell me, if I encouraged her to open up further?
Her eyes opened and she smiled at me as she saw me staring at her.
“Good morning,” she murmured before stifling a yawn and then shifting to a sitting position.
“Hey,” I began, my voice barely a whisper, as if afraid to break the fragile tranquillity that enveloped us. “I’m sorry for staring at you. I was just thinking about those photos we took the other night…”
Her eyes, those deep pools of emotion, met mine with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. She didn’t say anything, just waited, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the rumpled sheets.
“It was really sexy and I was thinking,” I continued, choosing each word carefully, “Maybe you should have another look for the photos Aaron took of you. They might be in those boxes. Maybe we just missed them. They could help you… process everything.”
Sue’s expression flickered, a brief moment of inner conflict playing out on her face. She drew her knees up to her chest beneath the covers and yawned again.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Phil,” she replied, her voice carrying the weight of uncertainty. “We’ve only just woken up. But I promise I’ll look for them later.”
Her words hung in the air, suspended between us like a delicate thread. I understood the complexity of her emotions, the hesitance to revisit a past that had remained shrouded in secrecy for so long. Reaching out, I gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, my touch a silent reassurance. “Take your time,” I said, trying to act cool, even though the thought of her finding the pictures that I’d replaced back where I’d found them made my heart beat faster in my chest. “We’ll look for them together when you’re ready if you like?”
Our eyes locked, and for a moment, I thought she was onto me — that I knew more than what I was letting on, but then she relaxed and nodded. “Sure, if you want to. Right now I need a coffee and a shower. I’m taking Mom out to get her a new sofa if you remember?”
I’d forgotten about that but I nodded as if I hadn’t and she slid out of bed and headed downstairs. I stayed in bed for a moment, gathering the rest of my thoughts. What was Irene hinting at when she’d said that I didn’t know half of it? What else was in Sue’s past that I didn’t know about? If I could just look at the photographs with her, maybe she’d begin to tell me her other secrets and we could explore this uncharted territory together.
Later, with Sue and Irene out buying her new sofa, I felt an odd sense of restlessness and impatience. I couldn’t resist the obsession that had taken hold of me; to look at the photos again. The house was silent, and the opportunity was too tempting to ignore, so, quietly, I made my way to Irene’s extension, the door creaking slightly as I pushed it open. As I made my way to the room where the boxes were stored, my heart pounded in my chest with excitement and my cock was already stiff as I opened the box where I’d stashed the envelope last night.
Then I stopped, staring into the box. “Huh?” I said aloud, rifling through the envelopes that were there but I knew straight away that they weren’t there. It was as if they’d vanished into thin air. I looked through the other boxes. Perhaps I’d remembered incorrectly which box I’d put them in but none of them held the envelope of dirty pictures. They’d gone. Had Irene moved them? She’d seen me last night and knew what I was doing. Perhaps she’d put them with her own photographs?
I moved on to her kitchen, walking towards the cupboard where I’d found them before, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the handles. But to my astonishment, they were gone too. Irene’s own secret stash of photos, the ones hinting at her own passionate past, had disappeared without a trace along with Sue’s. My mind raced with questions. Where could she have hidden them? Had she anticipated my intrusion while they were out and decided to take matters into her own hands by hiding them?
I had a quick look around but couldn’t find them. I didn’t want to look too hard and leave clues that I’d been searching, so with a sense of bewilderment, I left Irene’s and returned to the main house, my thoughts swirling like a tempest. Irene must have hidden both sets of photographs, Sue’s and her own, but why? I’d already seen them, she knew that. I could understand Irene hiding her own photos better but why Sue’s?
As I waited for Sue and Irene to return with the new sofa, I couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration mingled with curiosity. I could ask Irene later when I got the opportunity but the last thing she’d asked last night was for some privacy and for me to keep walking into her house unasked.
Later that evening, as Sue and I sat in the living room, a subdued atmosphere hung between us. She had returned from her shopping trip with Irene and then gone to search for the pictures. When she’d returned, her face was a mask of disappointment as she recounted the fruitless search for the missing photos. It seemed that my mother-in-law was as skilled at hiding her secrets as she was at keeping them.
“I hoped they’d be there,” Sue’s eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and curiosity, mirroring my own feelings about the vanishing photographs. I’d been looking forward to her revisiting the moments captured in those explicit images. “My mom probably threw them out years ago.”
“Did she know about them?” I probed gently. “I mean… she didn’t throw away all the innocent photographs. Just the… less innocent ones.”
“Maybe,” my wife replied, her voice tinged with disappointment, perhaps as a way of hiding the truth of what really happened. “Anyway, I was hoping to see those pictures again but there is something I could… maybe… show you.”
“Go on,” I said, sitting up straighter in my chair, the gameshow we’d been watching playing away forgotten on the TV.
“My old diaries were in the boxes,” she began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I started to read through them again the other night, just for old times’ sake and… They contain… well, some of my deepest thoughts and fantasies. I hadn’t looked at them in years, but when I did, well, that’s why I was reminded about Aaron and the things we used to get up to.”
Her words hung in the air, and I could sense the weight of her confession. Sue was offering me a glimpse into her most intimate desires and fantasies, a chance to delve deeper into her past and her innermost thoughts. But it came with a condition, an unspoken plea for understanding and acceptance.
“If you promise not to push me too far, too fast,” Sue continued, her voice slow and measured, “And you promise not to judge, perhaps we could read some of them together.”
I reached out, taking her hand in mine, my touch a silent reassurance. “Sue, you know I won’t judge you. Whatever is in those diaries, it’s a part of your past, just like the photos. If you want to share them with me, I’m here, ready to listen and enjoy whatever it is you want to share.”
A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she squeezed my hand gently. “Thank you, Phil. I appreciate your understanding. Let’s do it together then, in bed tonight. But promise me, no matter what you read, you won’t think differently of me.”
I met her gaze with sincerity, my words carrying the weight of my commitment. “I promise, Sue. We’re in this together, with no judgments, just understanding. I have to admit you’ve gotten me curious now.”
As the evening settled into the quiet embrace of our bedroom, anticipation hung in the air, palpable and thrilling. The mystery of Irene’s hidden photographs still gnawed at me, but for now, I pushed it aside. Tonight belonged to Sue and the secrets locked within the pages of her diaries. We climbed into bed, close but not touching, sharing a sense of intimacy and privacy. The soft lamplight cast gentle shadows on the walls, and I couldn’t help but glance at Sue. Her eyes shimmered with a mix of vulnerability and excitement as she reached for the drawer of her bedside table, extracting one of the diaries I’d seen the other day. I briefly wondered where she’d hidden it between then and now but I didn’t have time to think about it too much because she cradled it delicately, as if it were a fragile treasure and then opened it slowly.
“You ready for this?” she asked, her voice quivering with nervousness.
I nodded, my anticipation building with each passing moment. “Absolutely. Go for it.”
With a deep breath, she opened the diary and flicked through it until she finally settled on a page and began to read. Her voice was soft, and filled with emotion, and immediately made me wonder what she was going to read.
“I remember this day,” Sue began, her eyes scanning the ink on the page. “Aaron and I had spent the day together, camping in the woods, just him and I. It was a warm summer night, the kind that follows a hot day.”
I listened intently, my mind conjuring images of that long-ago summer evening as Sue began to read, her narrative flowing hesitantly in stops and starts.
“We had fun today,” Sue read from the page. “The view from the mountain was breathtaking, and Aaron had his camera, as he always did, and took some amazing photos of the forest and the city in the distance. Then he suggested taking some photos of me. I agreed but I didn’t realise he meant nude.”
Sue’s voice quivered, and I couldn’t help but be drawn into the story as she continued.
“We walked down into the woods and he positioned me against a particular tree,” Sue described, “He took a couple of pictures, saying I looked good with the wind in my hair but then he suggested I shed a few pieces of clothing. I hesitated, but there was a spark in his eyes that ignited something within me. So, I did it, piece by piece, until I stood there, exposed to the camera and to him.”
My heart raced as I listened, my desire awakened by each word. I envisioned Sue in the woods, vulnerable and sensual, and then I remembered seeing the photo that she was describing but I kept that to myself for now.
“He took more photos,” Sue continued, “All of them naked. Some in the woods and then some back at his place, in front of the mirror, which felt even more erotic. I found myself enjoying it. It was like he’d unveiled a hidden part of me, and I didn’t want it to end. Tonight, when we go to bed after I’ve finished writing this, I’m going to screw his brains out because we’re both totally turned on.”
Tension filled the room, an unspoken desire that hung between us. I reached out, my fingers brushing against Sue’s brunette hair, pushing a lock out of her bright blue eyes.
“Carry on,” I murmured. “I’m enjoying imagining it.”
“That’s the tame part,” Sue replied with a shake of her head, setting the diary down on the nearby bedside cabinet. “It gets much crazier after that but I’m not ready to delve into all of that just yet.”
“Well, thank you for sharing that part with me,” I said, my voice filled with warmth and understanding. “It sounds like a good memory and I’m grateful you trust me enough to tell me about it.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you some more tomorrow.” Sue reached across to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Then her hand snaked beneath the bedsheets, finding my cock and squeezing it through my shorts when she found it erect. “You’re hard.”
“I told you I was imagining you as you went along,” I explained. “I was picturing you naked outdoors in the forest, with your boyfriend taking photos. It got me horny.”
“Me too,” Sue confessed, then she slithered beneath the covers and a moment later, my cock was in her mouth. Immediately, the mental image of the photographs where she was sucking off other men sprung to mind and I allowed myself to relax, fantasies of the young, slutty Sue running wild in my mind. Moments later, she moved her body over mine, shimmying out of her shorts and sliding her hot pussy onto me. We didn’t speak. She rode me hard, grinding her body against mine, until eventually, I came inside her and she also came with a shudder and a long, soft moan into my shoulder.
After our passionate lovemaking, a contented exhaustion washed over us, leaving us both breathless and sated. Sue nestled against my chest, her rhythmic breathing gradually lulling her into a peaceful slumber. I, however, lay there in the aftermath, my mind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. I wished I’d thought to take more dirty pictures as we’d fucked but it had happened too spontaneously. I held her close, contemplating what I’d said the other evening, about potentially showing the photos we’d taken to my friend, Dale. It was an intriguing proposition, one that could take our exploration to a new level, but it also carried a weight of responsibility. I’d have to speak to her first, to make sure that it would turn her on like I suspected it would.
As I lay there, bathed in the dim glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, I couldn’t help but replay the evening’s events in my mind. The diary entry Sue had read aloud had ignited a fire within both of us, a passionate connection to her past that we were now navigating together. It was a journey into uncharted territory, filled with desire, curiosity, and the unspoken promise of more shared secrets, ones I didn’t even know about yet, if what Irene had hinted at was true. I was also thinking of telling her that I’d met Aaron. Perhaps it might be fun — albeit risky — to let her know where she could find him, if she wanted some sort of closure on what had happened between them all those years ago.
With that thought, I closed my eyes, joining Sue in the realm of dreams, ready to face whatever adventures awaited us in the days and nights to come.
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