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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 3 (Chapter 3)

After Phil confronts Aaron over that fateful night and the photos he took, Sue and Phil come together to try to work out their differences and decide where their marriage goes from here. But just as the couple grapple with their past mistakes, is their road to reconciliation about to take one more sharp twist?

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 Chapter 1, click here or here for Chapter 2.

Chapter 3

“You came alone,” Aaron said as I approached him at the bar of his favourite pub, the place where I’d first met him.

“Of course I came alone,” I frowned at him quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“I wondered if you might have brought your friend,” he replied, taking a sip from his half-empty glass of beer while keeping his eyes focused on me. “You know… To kick my ass.”

“No,” I shook my head, then ordered a drink from the greasy-haired young barman. “I’m just here to talk. There’s something I wanted to ask you, and I thought it better to ask in person.”

He shrugged, trying to act casual, but he was obviously on edge. I’d called him this morning, and he’d immediately begun to apologize. He’d spoken to Sue, and she’d told him about us taking some time apart. He felt awful, and he began to explain to me, but I told him to keep his explanations to himself and asked if we could meet up. And now here we were, with a lot to talk about.

We found a corner booth away from the noisy chatter of the pub’s regulars, the dim lighting casting a shadow over our conversation. Aaron shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact as he fiddled with the condensation on his glass.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he finally asked, breaking the tense silence.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to address the myriad of emotions swirling inside me. “Obviously, you know what’s happened since… that night. I need to make sure of something, Aaron. I need to know if you still have any of those photos or any videos of Sue and me on your phone.”

His gaze flickered nervously, and he shifted in his seat again. “Look, Phil, I swear, I forgot I’d even got them. I mean, I looked at them the next day but then I spoke to Sue and when she told me what had gone on, I felt terrible. I haven’t looked at them since. As I say, I forgot.”

“I don’t believe that,” I said firmly, then downed my drink in one. “Email them to me then delete them. I need to see you do it.”

“Email them to you?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at me straight for the first time. “Okay, I guess. Hold on.”

I watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket, asking for my email address before scrolling through his gallery, tapping away on the screen as he went along. Then after a few more taps, he selected all the images and while his screen was at an angle, I saw them disappear from the screen as he hit the delete option.

“Thanks,” I nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief but still not entirely convinced just yet. “That’s good. I don’t want any reminders of that night hanging around for any of us.”

Aaron’s eyes met mine again briefly, and he seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. “I get it, Phil. I messed up, and I’m truly sorry about that. Sue explained everything to me, and I never meant for any of this to happen.”

We locked eyes for a moment, the weight of our shared mistakes hanging heavily between us. Then, I pushed forward, needing answers to the questions that had been eating away at me.

“So you’ve spoken to Sue since we decided to take some time apart?” I asked, my voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.

Aaron nodded, his expression more serious now. “Yeah, we talked. I’ll be honest, Phil, I wanted to see her again. That night was fun but she shut me down straight away, saying it wasn’t a good idea. When I asked why, she told me you’d argued and it had gotten so bad that you’d left to take some time apart.”

“Yeah well,” I sighed, trying to hide the fact that I was happy that Sue had denied him. “That’s about it.”

“She suggested she should focus on fixing things with you first,” Aaron continued, “Before we even discuss being friends or anything. I’m guessing you want me to stay away.”

“She said that?”

“What?”

“That she wanted to fix things with me?” I felt a ray of hope flickering inside me. It seemed that Sue still cared about our relationship.

“She loves you, Phil,” Aaron shrugged as though it was obvious. “You’re a lucky guy. Sue’s a great girl. A lovely person, sexy, great in bed. What more could a guy want?”

Great in bed? I found it difficult to believe that he had the balls to say that, considering the situation and the words hung in the air for a moment. I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of emotions — anger, jealousy, and a surprising curiosity about what he meant by “great in bed.” Despite my better judgment, I found myself leaning in closer, my voice dropping to a hushed tone.

“What do you mean, ‘great in bed’?” I asked, my words tinged with a hint of frustration. “How can you even say that after what happened?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, clearly aware of the tension in the air. “Come on, Phil, you know what I mean. Sue’s passionate, and adventurous. She knows how to please a man. She’s a great fuck and a lot of fun. I’m paying you and Sue a compliment.”

My jaw clenched, and I fought to keep my emotions in check. It was infuriating to hear him talk about my wife in such a manner, but I couldn’t deny the part of me that was intrigued by what he was saying.

“She’s my wife,” I said firmly, trying to assert some control over the situation.

“Look, I’m jealous, okay? Chill,” Aaron chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah, she’s your wife. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s got a wild side. And you… well, you might not have fully explored that side of her yet.”

I gritted my teeth, struggling to maintain composure. It was a conversation I never expected to have with another man about my wife. Part of me wanted to punch him for his audacity, but another part wanted to know more, to understand what he meant. I headed to the bar and returned with another beer to continue the conversation, glancing at my phone as I walked back. I noticed I hadn’t received his promised email containing the photos.

“Hey,” I said, sitting back down in the booth next to him. “I haven’t got your email. Where did you send them?”

“I sent them to Sue,” he said, cringing slightly as he turned to face me. “You and Sue might not get back together. I couldn’t risk you having those photos and trying to use them as leverage against her. So I sent them to Sue. If you want to see them, you’ll have to ask her.”

“You did what?” I said, a little too loud as some of the other customers turned to look at us in interest.

Aaron didn’t reply, he just shrugged and returned to sipping from his beer. The revelation about sending the explicit photos to Sue left me momentarily stunned, the weight of the situation sinking in. The other patrons in the pub returned to their own conversations, oblivious to our heated discussion. As I processed this unexpected twist, Aaron leaned in closer, his voice low and earnest.

“Phil,” he began, his eyes locking onto mine, “I know Sue and I messed up that night, and I’m truly sorry about it. I admit, I called Sue wanting round two. But she said no. She loves you. She wants to fix things with you. To me, that means your marriage is worth fighting for.”

I met his gaze, torn between the doubts that had plagued me and the renewed hope that perhaps Sue still cared about our relationship. Aaron’s words carried weight, and it was clear he genuinely regretted his role in the ordeal Sue and I were going through.

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the table, drawing my attention away from Aaron. It was a text from Sue, and my heart raced as I read her message: “Can you come over and talk? I’m ready.”

I looked up at Aaron, a mix of emotions swirling inside me at the serendipitous timing. “I… I need to go,” I said, my voice filled with uncertainty. “Sue wants to talk, and maybe it’s time we have that conversation.”

Aaron nodded understandingly, a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Phil, I hope things work out for you two. Remember, she loves you. Don’t let one mistake define your relationship.”

With that, I pushed away from the booth, leaving the pub behind and making my way towards the uncertain future awaiting me at home. Aaron’s words echoed in my mind as I stepped into the night, my heart heavy with anticipation and hope for the conversation that awaited me with Sue, the woman I still loved despite the complexities that had come to define our relationship.

***

“I’m glad you’re here,” Sue said, closing the front door behind me. It was cold outside, and I was grateful for the warmth of the house. I’d had a couple of beers and didn’t want to drive, so after leaving Aaron in the pub, I’d walked here rather than get a taxi. Just to give myself some time to think.

Sue led me into the living room, and we settled onto the sofa. She looked at me with a mixture of apprehension and hope, her eyes searching mine for some sign of what I was thinking.

“How’s your mum?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“She’s okay,” Sue nodded, her eyes distant. “We haven’t really spoken since that night. She’s angry with me.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say next but Sue started to speak further, her words hesitant.

“Phil, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I — “

I couldn’t let her continue without being completely honest, so I interrupted gently, “Sue, before we go any further, there’s something you should know. I met with Aaron today.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she sat up straighter. “You met with Aaron? When?”

“Just a little while ago,” I admitted, watching closely for her reaction. “I was with him in the pub just now when you text me.”

Sue seemed taken aback, her emotions playing across her face. “Why did you meet with him? What did he say?”

“He apologized, Sue,” I replied, my voice softening. “He told me he’d spoken to you and that he’s sorry for what happened that night. He also said you want to fix things between us.”

Sue’s expression shifted, and I could see a mixture of relief and guilt in her eyes. “Yes, Phil. I do want to fix things. I love you, and I regret what happened with Aaron. It was a mistake, and I never meant to hurt you. He called me the same day we… we decided to take some time apart. He wanted to… you know, have sex again sometime but I told him no.”

A question formed in my mind and I knew I needed to ask it, even though it was difficult.

“Were you tempted?” I said softly, keeping my eyes on my wife’s face to gauge her reaction.

Sue took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to her lap. “Do you want me to be honest?”

“Of course I do,” I nodded, knowing what the answer was going to be as soon as she said that.

Sue’s blue eyes looked up at me, shame in her expression as she admitted it, “Yes, I guess I was tempted. But I told him no. I couldn’t do that to us, to our marriage or what’s left of it.”

I felt a mix of emotions — relief that she had turned him down and sadness that she had been tempted in the first place. It was clear that we both had a lot to work through if we were going to rebuild our relationship.

“I’m glad you didn’t go through with it,” I said sincerely.

Sue allowed herself a smile, then her eyes sharpened and she nodded as if working something out.

“It makes sense why Aaron sent me the photos from that night now,” she said, picking up her phone and quickly showing me a message from him with the pictures attached.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair in relief that he’d been telling the truth, then explained, “I asked him to send them to me and delete them from his phone. I didn’t want him to have any reminders of that night hanging around. But he thought it was best to have them in your possession, so we could deal with them together.”

Sue’s expression shifted from shock to understanding, and she reached out to hold my hand. “He wouldn’t have done anything untoward with them. Aaron’s a lot of things, misguided, led by his dick, but he’s not a totally bad guy. But you did the right thing.”

“Good,” I replied, hope building in my heart. “I’m glad you agree.”

We sat there in silence for a moment, the weight of our past actions and decisions hanging heavily between us. It was clear that we both wanted to make things right, but we had a long journey ahead of us to rebuild the trust and love that had once defined our relationship. Sue looked at her phone screen again, her thumb idly clicking on the first photo and then swiping through them one at a time. The room was quiet, the only sound being our steady breathing and the occasional crackling of the fireplace. It felt like the weight of our past mistakes hung in the air, but I was determined to face them together.

I reached out and gently took the phone from Sue’s hands, my fingers brushing against hers as I did. “Let’s go through them together,” I said, my voice soft and reassuring.

Sue nodded, her gaze fixed on the screen as I swiped through the photos one by one. I’d felt pangs of jealousy and regret as I saw Sue in the arms of another man when sharing the pictures with Dale but this was different. Even though they were taken by another man who’d gone on to fuck her afterwards, these photos were just of Sue and I.

“That one,” Sue said, pointing to a particular photo as I flicked through the pictures slowly. “I remember feeling so lost in the moment, Phil. It was like nothing else mattered except what was happening right then and there.”

The first pictures were Sue in her underwear on the bed, then the next few were of my cock about to penetrate her. Aaron had captured them really well, close enough to see every detail of Sue’s pussy. But the one she pointed at was me on top of her, fucking her, hard and fast, as I remembered it.

“I guess it’s kind of hot,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the tension in the room. “Seeing us have sex like that.”

Sue looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. “I want to make things right, Phil. I want us to be happy again.”

“Me too,” I nodded. “But I guess I broke your trust with what I did, going behind your back to find out about your past.”

“You did,” Sue sighed. “And I’ve broken yours too, taking things too far with Aaron. I just thought… with you encouraging me to go and see him…”

“I know,” I nodded, reaching out to hold her hand. “We fucked up. So where do we go from here?”

“I’m not sure.” Sue looked down at the phone in my hand as I swiped to the next picture, of my dick with cum spurting from it across her pussy and belly. “You have to admit, Aaron knows how to take a photo.”

“He does.”

I’m not sure what happened next. My phone dropped to the floor as Sue and I moved as one, our mouths meeting each other passionately as we tugged at each other’s clothes. Within moments, we were both naked from the waist down and I pushed her legs open roughly as she pushed her hips upwards to meet my urgent thrust.

As my cock slid inside her, a moment of reality hit me like a punch in the stomach and I had to stop for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” she gasped, her hands on the small of my back, urging me to fuck her.

“It’s just…” I had to take a moment to process everything in my head. “Aaron’s dick was inside you just the other day. It feels… different.”

“Really?” she replied, sounding puzzled. “I mean… He’s bigger and I guess he kind of stretched me out a bit but I don’t think that one time would do anything to-”

“Not physically,” I interrupted her before she got into the detail more than I needed to hear. “Emotionally. Mentally. Whatever. It feels like… like someone’s been inside my woman.”

“They have,” Sue confessed, “But I’m still yours. I’m yours, Phil. I promise. My heart, my mind, I belong to you. I love you.”

I shoved my cock inside her again. This was my pussy, even if Aaron had been here a few nights before. It didn’t change anything if I didn’t let it.

We fucked, sliding from the sofa to the floor in our passion until a little while later, I exploded inside her and then we stayed there for a while, getting our breath back, my mind trying to process everything that had happened today.

“Come home,” Sue whispered into my ear. “Tell Dale we’ve sorted out our problems.”

“Okay,” I smiled, kissing her on the forehead. Did I tell her that I’d told Dale everything? As far as Sue knew, I’d just told him vague details and certainly not about her fucking Aaron or about her past and the photographs. How would she react if she knew that I’d let him watch the video of her with Aaron?

We might have taken the first step towards rebuilding our marriage but there were still complications. We had to talk about the fact that she’d been tempted to sleep with Aaron again when he’d asked. We needed to discuss what all of this meant for our relationship moving forward. And then I needed to face the fact that I was still curious about James and what had transpired with him, including the sex tape they’d made and the impact it had on Sue and her mother’s relationship.

We cleaned ourselves up and had a coffee, talking about things other than Aaron and the unintended threesome that had almost cost us our marriage and then I headed to Dale’s house to collect the few belongings I’d taken with me. As I got into the car, I glanced back and saw Irene at her bedroom window. My mother-in-law was yet another issue. How did we explain all of this to her?

Then, as I pulled away, a text came through to my phone. It was from Irene.

“If you and Susan are going to get back together,” it read, “You need to know everything. If she won’t tell you herself, I will. There are still things you don’t know, Phil. Come and see me tomorrow, when Susan isn’t around.”

Oh fuck.

What is Irene talking about? Should Phil tell Sue that he showed Dale the photos and told him and Jenny about Aaron?

Chapter 4 is out now!

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