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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 3 (Chapter 1)
Delving into my wife’s past finally caught up with us. Reliving her history with her ex-boyfriend somehow turned into an intense threesome but what effect will this unexpected turn of events have on our relationship in the cold light of day when we both have time to reflect on what happened?
This is book 3 of my ongoing hotpast story. Books 1 and 2 are available on Amazon or you can catch up with the events so far here, on Medium.
For a recap of what happened in the last chapter of book 2, click here.
Chapter 1
The room seemed to shrink around us as we grappled with Irene’s probing gaze. Sue’s grip on the bedsheets tightened, a futile attempt to hide the lingering traces of our recent escapade, while I sat there, struggling to find words that could navigate the labyrinth of our actions.
“What was Aaron doing here?”
Irene’s scowl deepened as she awaited an answer, her patience wearing thin. It was clear that she wasn’t willing to let this slide without an explanation. Her nipples stiffened in the cool night air, poking through the thin fabric of her dressing gown but my mind was in too much of a whirl to pay attention.
Sue was the first to break the silence, her voice wavering as she attempted to weave a tale that could obscure the truth. “Mum, it’s not what you think,” she began, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Aaron… I ran into him at the pub, and, well, I thought it was best to bring him home to clarify some things with Phil.”
Irene’s skepticism was palpable as she arched an eyebrow, her arms folded across her chest, covering her shapely bosom. “Clarify what, exactly?”
Sue hesitated, her gaze darting to me before returning to Irene. “Our past, Mum. Phil and I thought it was time to address my history. The things I’ve never told him… with Aaron. I thought if we talked, we could move forward.”
Irene’s eyes bore into Sue’s, her intuition far keener than we had anticipated. “It’s obvious you’ve had sex,” she stated bluntly, her voice tinged with disappointment. “Don’t think you can fool me, Susan. What was it? A full threesome, like you used to do before?”
The tension in the room was stifling, and I found myself caught in the crossfire of a confrontation I had never anticipated. My own guilt weighed heavily on me, and it was clear that Irene hadn’t bought Sue’s hastily constructed narrative. She knew too much.
Sue, her composure faltering, attempted to salvage the situation. “Mum, we’re just trying to be honest with each other, to clear the air,” she said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t want secrets between us any longer.”
Irene’s scowl deepened, and she regarded us both with a piercing gaze. “You’re playing with fire, both of you,” she admonished. “Involving Aaron in your lives like this, it’s dangerous. Come on, we’ve all known him for a long time, and he’s bad news. If you’re not careful, you could risk your marriage.”
Sue’s discomfort mirrored my own and she simply sat there, with the covers wrapped around her in silence, pondering on what to reply to that. We’d been caught and there was no easy way out of this now.
With a final, disapproving look, Irene stormed out of the room, leaving Sue and me in a dishevelled state of disarray. The weight of the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, and Sue turned to me, her eyes pleading for understanding.
“I don’t understand why Mum reacted like that,” Sue murmured, her voice tinged with frustration.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Isn’t it obvious? She’s worried that we’ve done something stupid. Plus, she might still have feelings about Aaron and everything that happened. Seeing him again might have brought them to the surface.”
“Fuck,” Sue cursed, then picked up her phone from the bedside cabinet and started typing a message to someone.
“What are you doing?”
“Telling Aaron that mum saw him leave,” she explained. She must have taken his number during the evening. “Just in case she does something crazy.”
“Crazy?” I frowned as she typed in her message and then hit send. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” Sue sighed, then she pulled the covers over herself and after lying back down in bed, closed her eyes. “Let’s get some sleep. I’m tired.”
Her sudden change in mood caught me by surprise, but to be honest, my own mood had changed too. I felt intensely regretful at what had happened tonight. Not only had my wife slept with someone else, but I’d watched and joined in. I’d enjoyed it — to my shame — but that didn’t change the fact that our marriage would never be the same now. Sue had been with another man. That changed things.
“Shouldn’t we talk about things?” I said softly, lying next to her and wrapping her in my arms.
“Tomorrow,” she sighed without turning to look at me. “We’ll talk tomorrow. I need time to think.”
***
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Sue lay beside me, already awake, her expression reflecting the uncertainty that had hung in the air since Irene’s abrupt departure last night. We got up and made a coffee, an awkward silence hanging over us until finally, Sue turned to me, her blue eyes searching for answers.
“Phil, I don’t get something,” she said, her voice slow and deliberate. “Something about last night.”
“What?” I said, shifting in my chair and putting my coffee cup down on the kitchen table to look at her.
“Mum didn’t question you about Aaron at all,” my wife said, taking a sip from her hot cup and setting it down opposite mine. “It’s like Mum knew that you knew about Aaron. Am I missing something? I feel like I’m missing something”
I sighed heavily, the weight of my own actions bearing down on me. I needed to come clean.
“Sue, there’s something I need to tell you.” I hesitated, unsure of how to broach the subject that had led us to this point. “That first day, when we were moving your mum’s stuff…I saw some of your photos, the ones with Aaron, the ones you read from your diaries.”
Sue’s face fell as my words hung in the air, heavy with betrayal. “You saw them?”
I nodded, guilt washing over me. “Yes, I saw them, and it was wrong of me to invade your privacy like that. I’m sorry.”
She pulled away from me, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. “So… wait, let me get this right. You’d already seen the photographs but you let me worry about it this whole time?”
“I didn’t know what I was doing at the time,” I confessed, my own frustration bubbling to the surface. “I was confused, and I needed answers. I didn’t know how to ask you about Aaron, so I went behind your back and spoke to Irene about it. She caught me looking at the pictures. I’m not proud of it, Sue, but I was curious and didn’t know what to do.”
Tension crackled in the air between us as the weight of our secrets and betrayals bore down on our fragile relationship. Sue’s voice trembled as she spoke, her anger evident. “So, Irene didn’t just blurt it out last night. You already knew.”
I nodded, my admission a bitter pill to swallow. “Irene told me about Aaron before you even started to tell me.”
Sue’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at me, a mixture of hurt and disappointment in her gaze. “You could have at least let me explain, Phil. All you had to do was tell me you’d accidentally seen the photographs and ask me,” she said, her voice tight.
“I know,” I whispered, the regret gnawing at me. “I should have, but I was scared and confused. Plus, how could I ask you? How does a husband ask his wife about her secret amateur pornography past?”
“Pornography?” Sue’s eyes widened and I saw her jaw tighten with anger.
“Well, that’s what it is,” I answered, refusing to back down. She was the one who had kept all of this from me through our entire marriage. “I never expected you to have that side to you. It was a shock.”
The revelation hung in the air like a heavy fog, casting a suffocating pall over our once-intimate kitchen. The room, which had been witness to countless breakfasts and whispered confessions, now bore witness to an emotional reckoning. Sue’s eyes bore into mine, a fiery intensity that could sear through steel.
“It was my past. You lied to me. You invaded my privacy,” she seethed, her voice quivering with a mixture of anger and hurt. “You went behind my back, betraying my trust to uncover my past, and then you let me stew in guilt and anxiety.”
I felt the weight of her words pressing upon my chest like a vice, guilt gnawing at the edges of my conscience. “I had to find out, Sue. You’ve kept this from me for years. How else was I supposed to learn the truth?”
Tears welled up in Sue’s eyes, her frustration threatening to overflow. “I was going to tell you, Phil. I was working up to it. But you had to go and ruin everything by involving Mum. You don’t know what you’ve done. This could cause us to fall out again.”
A heavy silence filled the room, only broken by the distant hum of the refrigerator. I could feel the tension between us crackling like electricity, sparks of anger and regret igniting our confrontation.
“What about last night, Sue?” I continued, my voice laced with accusation. “Was that your way of telling me? Bringing home so you could fuck him again?”
Sue’s face twisted with a mixture of emotions, hurt and anger warring within her. “How dare you say that? Do you think I wanted it to happen like that? It was a mistake, Phil, a drunken mistake! Things got out of hand.”
“Yeah right,” I said bitterly. I couldn’t restrain the tempest of emotions that raged within me any longer. My frustration and regret surged, compelling me to confront her further. “A mistake? Or an excuse to relive what you’ve missed all these years? Maybe Aaron’s better in bed than I am.”
The words hung in the air, a tense silence following the bitter accusation. Sue’s face paled, her eyes brimming with hurt, a profound sense of betrayal mirrored in her gaze.
“Maybe I have missed the kind of sex I used to have with Aaron,” she said, lifting her chin and challenging me with her gaze. “Maybe I missed his big cock.”
“Oh, right,” I said, laughing despite the twisting feeling in my gut. “Now the truth’s coming out.”
“Phil, I didn’t mean that,” she uttered, her voice breaking with remorse as I stood up sharply and walked out of the kitchen. “I was angry, and I said something I didn’t mean.”
The damage had been done, and the weight of my own words pressed upon us like an unyielding burden. Hurt and anger had pushed us to a breaking point, and neither of us could retract the venomous words we’d unleashed.
“Sue, perhaps we need some time apart,” I suggested, my voice heavy with the regret of our fractured relationship as she followed me upstairs and into the bedroom.
“What?” she said, surprise in her eyes. “Are you being serious?”
“I told you to see Aaron,” I replied, making my decision and beginning to stuff some clothes into an overnight bag. “I didn’t tell you to fuck him.”
“You didn’t stop it,” she replied, her hands on her hips as she watched me get dressed after filling the bag with what I needed. “You could have stopped it at any time but you didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t have stopped,” I shook my head. “It was too far gone. This is what you wanted all along.”
“You’re overreacting,” Sue said but her expression was one of annoyance, not regret. Did she really think she’d done nothing wrong?
“You fucked your ex,” I sighed, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as I stood and walked past her. “That changes things, whether I was complicit or not. I need time to think.”
“Phil, if you walk out now-”
“No, Sue,” I said, interrupting her as I reached the front door, pausing as I made to walk out. “I can’t keep living like this, not knowing what’s real and what’s a lie. I need time.”
Tears streamed down Sue’s cheeks as she nodded, her voice choked with emotion, and then she found her resolve, her eyes steely as she gazed at me. “Fine… maybe it’s for the best that you go. Maybe I need some time to work out what I want too.”
I didn’t want to wonder what she meant by that, so with a heavy heart, I left and got into the car, the weight of our shattered relationship heavy on my shoulders. Our once-unshakable bond had reached its breaking point, and I knew that I needed time to reflect on where we stood. I didn’t know where to go at first. My mind was racing, my heart was thumping violently in my chest.
Then I had an idea. I still owed Dale an explanation for the events in the pub when Aaron had interrupted me while showing him the photos of Sue and me. Perhaps he’d let me sleep on his sofa for a few nights.
Turning the engine on, I pulled away, leaving Sue behind in a house now haunted by memories and regrets.
Phil and Sue’s marriage is in a mess, but fear not, there is plenty more story to come in book three as Phil has to explain everything to Dale and he realises there is still more about Sue’s past that he needs to know.
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