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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 3 (Chapter 6)

In Chapter 6, Phil and Sue confront the aftermath of their revelations, navigating the delicate balance between trust and desire. As they delve deeper into their shared history, tensions simmer, passions ignite, and boundaries are tested. With each confession and promise, they edge closer to understanding and acceptance, setting the stage for what lies ahead in their journey of self-discovery and intimacy.

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.

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Chapter 6

The evening had finally arrived, a culmination of hours spent apart, each moment building towards this inevitable conversation. Sue had returned from work just an hour earlier, and we’d gone through the motions of dinner in an uneasy silence. We both knew what needed to be said, what had been lingering between us like an unspoken truth, waiting to be acknowledged.

As we sat in the living room, the soft glow of the television casting shadows around us, I felt the weight of the moment pressing down on me. This was it, the moment I’d been building up to all evening, the moment when we could finally lay everything bare and confront the truths that had been haunting us.

“Sue,” I began, my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest, “I guess now’s as good a time to talk as any.”

She turned to me, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. “I know,” she said softly, her voice tinged with resignation. “I’ve been expecting this. I’ve been thinking a lot today at work today but don’t know where to start.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, relieved that she was already aware of the weight of the conversation we were about to have. “I’ve been thinking too,” I continued, my words coming easier now that the moment had arrived, “A lot’s happened and if we’re going to make this work, we need to go through it.”

Sue nodded, her expression a mirror of my own thoughts. “Yes. We do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached out to take her hand, the connection grounding me as I prepared to dive into the depths of our shared history. “Sue, whatever it is,” I said, my voice filled with a newfound resolve. My wife looked gorgeous tonight even though she was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and jeans. Her brunette hair flowed in gentle waves down her neck and she smiled softly as I continued. “We need to talk about it. We need to be honest with each other.”

She nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

“Okay, so,” I began gently, squeezing her hand in reassurance, “I feel like I understand what happened during your time with Aaron, but what about after? What happened between you ending it with him and when you met me? I know it’s not just the time you spent with Aaron that you feel bad about.”

She took a deep breath, her blue eyes dropping to her lap as she struggled to find the right words. “After Aaron,” she began slowly, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “There was… a period of time when I was… lost, I suppose you could say.”

I listened intently, my heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. “Lost how?” I prompted, my voice soft with understanding.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she searched for the words to explain. “I didn’t know who I was anymore,” she admitted, her words laced with regret. “I’d been so focused on Aaron, on trying to make things work with him, trying to explore these crazy desires that we shared, that I’d lost sight of myself in the process.”

I nodded, silently urging her to continue. “So what did you do?” I asked gently, my heart breaking for the pain she must have been feeling.

Sue glanced up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination. “I… I did things I’m not proud of,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I made choices that I regret, that I wish I could take back.”

I reached out to her, brushing away a stray tear as I tried to offer her some semblance of comfort. “Sue, whatever it is, you can tell me,” I assured her, my voice filled with a sincerity that echoed through the room. “You need to tell me.”

“Do I?” she questioned, arching a fine eyebrow. “Do all couples know everything about each other? Isn’t it good to have some mystery? Some things… memories, that are personal to you?”

“I guess,” I said, finding that hard to argue with. “But if those personal things come between us and I don’t know about them, how do we get around that?”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “Fine… I… slept with other men,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “A lot of men, I… I sought validation in all the wrong places, trying to fill the void that Aaron had left behind.”

I felt a pang of sadness at her words, at the pain she must have been feeling during that time. “Sue,” I began softly, “But it’s in the past now. Whatever happened, happened. Don’t be ashamed of it.”

Sue took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on some distant point as she delved into her past. “After Aaron,” she began slowly, her voice tinged with resignation, “I… I met someone else.”

My heart clenched at the admission, but I forced myself to remain calm, to give her the space she needed to tell her story. “Who was he?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“His name was James,” she replied, her tone heavy with regret. “He was… different. But I got with him for the wrong reason.”

“What do you mean?”

I listened in silence as she recounted her encounters with James, her words painting a vivid picture of the tumultuous relationship they shared. “He was older, more experienced,” she continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. “Phil, while you were staying with Dale, Marie called me. Mum told her that we’d had a disagreement and that you’d moved out temporarily.”

“Right,” I nodded, knowing where this was going and cringing inwardly.

“Marie told me that you asked about Aaron,” Sue continued, “Don’t worry. I understand, Phil. You’ve already told me you were poking around in my business and I get it. I wish you’d handled it differently but we can’t go back and change it now.”

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, wishing Marie had kept her mouth closed as I’d asked.

“Anyway, Marie was worried about me. She’s my sister, after all, and she thought she might have caused us to fight.” Sue’s eyes met mine, holding my gaze. “She told me that she mentioned James and suggested you needed to know what happened. So, be honest with me, Phil. Do you already know about James, like you did Aaron?”

I breathed out slowly, my nerves on edge at being caught out unexpectedly.

The weight of Sue’s words hung heavy in the air, the truth of her past looming between us like an insurmountable barrier. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to confess. “Sue,” I began slowly, my voice tinged with hesitation, “I… I did talk to Irene about James, yes.”

Sue’s eyes widened in surprise, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion. “You did?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my throat tight with apprehension. “Yeah,” I admitted, feeling the weight of my confession bearing down on me. “I needed to know… about him. About what happened between you.”

Her gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing across her features. “And did you find out?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

I swallowed hard, the memories of my conversation with Irene front and centre in my mind but I didn’t mention that I’d learned the rest from the diaries. “Yeah,” I replied, my voice barely audible. “I did.”

Sue reached out to me, her hand finding mine as she searched my eyes for reassurance. “Phil,” she began gently, “Whatever you found out, whatever you heard… it’s in the past now. We can move forward from this, right? What I did… it doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“I didn’t want to take Irene’s side of the story as the whole truth,” I squeezed her hand. “I was hoping you’d bring him up and give me your take on what happened.”

“I doubt my mother would lie to you,” Sue’s smile was tinged with bitterness. “She got a boyfriend and as it happened, I already knew him. We’d never slept together but I’d seen him in… certain circles, and I knew what type of man he was. He wasn’t right for mum. He was… still is… a playboy. Older. Wealthy. Arrogant. I knew him for what he was, so I exposed that to mum.”

“By sleeping with him?”

“Yes,” Sue nodded, chewing her lip nervously before she continued. “I seduced him, brought him home and had sex with him. Then sent a video of it to mum. I know it’s an awful thing to do, looking back, but I guess maybe I wanted revenge for what she did to me with Aaron.”

“That’s more or less what your mother told me,” I said, still holding her hand, stroking the back of it gently. Then I stopped and frowned at her, wondering about something she’d just said. “Wait. A playboy… you said he was… and still is? What do you mean? Do you still know him?”

Sue laughed sourly, taking her hand from mine and shaking her head. “You’re going to be so angry with me.”

“What? Tell me?” Then something fell into place and I sat back in my chair, staring at her. “No way. James is…”

“The same James that got me the job where I work now,” she nodded, keeping her eyes averted. “James is the owner of the company.”

My mind was reeling. I’d met him once, at a company party. Sue had introduced me to him and I recalled him as a tall, broad, older man, handsome despite his lined face and balding, grey hair.

“I rarely see him these days,” Sue reassured me. “And even when we do talk, he never mentions what happened. He was really angry with me when it first happened. He loved mum but I know he’d have broken her heart eventually, so I don’t regret splitting them up like I did. He took a long time to forgive me and only got in touch when he heard through the grapevine that mum was unwell.”

That would make it a year or so ago, the same time that Sue got a brand new job out of the blue. The better pay had enabled us to build the extension and move Irene in with us.

“How did he know where to get in touch with you?” I asked. “And how did he know about Irene? What grapevine?”

As soon as I asked, the answer came to me.

“Clive,” Sue explained. Clive was Sue’s brother-in-law and I remembered him once telling us that he used to work at the same place Sue did now. “James knows Clive. It’s a small world. Clive gave him my number when he asked and I got this call out of the blue, asking how my mother was.”

“And then he offered you a job?”

Sue looked down into her lap, closing her eyes and it was a while before she spoke. “We talked for a while. About mum. About what had happened.”

“And?”

“And he asked if I still had a copy of the sex tape we made together.”

“What?” My heart was thudding in my chest at this latest revelation. This was just over a year ago. While we were together. What the fuck?

“Don’t worry,” Sue said, her eyes wide and pleading at me and I realised that I’d elevated my voice. “I didn’t do anything with him. I’ve never cheated on you, Phil. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” I asked, trying to calm myself down. Sue hadn’t gone all regretful as she had for no reason. She’d done something.

“Long story short,” she sighed, “I let him see the video in exchange for the job.”

“No way,” I breathed. That meant… “So the sex tape you made… still exists?”

“Yes,” Sue confessed. Her chest was rising and falling fast beneath her T-shirt. Her eyes were wild as she stared at me, waiting for a reaction, then continued when I just sat there looking at her in disbelief. “I negotiated with him hard. I got the role I wanted, the pay I wanted and he got to watch the video again. I told him I wouldn’t let him have a copy. That would be crazy. He could blackmail me or something. Instead, I met up with him and let him watch it.”

“You did what?” I said, raising my voice again, truly angry this time. “And you expect me to believe you didn’t fuck him or something? After what happened with Aaron.”

“Call him and ask him,” Sue said, standing up, her eyes ablaze. “I swear to you, Phil, nothing happened. I’m a lot of things, as I said, but I’m not a cheat. I let him watch the video and I let him take a couple of screenshots — ones without my face in — for him to enjoy later. But that’s all. He texted me later that night and said he’d jerked off twice to what he’d seen but I ignored it. I didn’t respond. After that, James kept his end of the bargain. I got the job and it pays well. Look at what we’ve managed to do with the money. Vacations, the house, the extension. I did it for us. For mum. Can’t you see that?”

After Sue’s explanation, I took a moment to collect my thoughts, the anger slowly dissipating as I processed everything she had revealed. Despite my initial reaction, I knew I needed to trust her, to believe in our relationship and the bond we shared. Taking a deep breath, I met her gaze, searching for reassurance amidst the turmoil.

“Sue,” I began, my voice softer now, “Promise me. Promise me that nothing happened between you and James. Promise me that you didn’t… do anything with him.”

Sue’s eyes held mine, filled with sincerity and determination. “I promise, Phil,” she said firmly, her voice unwavering. “Nothing happened between us. I never cheated on you. I had an awkward hour at his place while he watched the video with his dick out and that was it. I swear.”

Her words eased the tension in my chest, a weight lifting off my shoulders as I chose to believe in her honesty. If I found out later that she was lying, then I’d cross that bridge when I came to it. “Okay,” I replied.

“I’m not lying, Phil,” she said, as if reading my mind but there was one more thing I needed to know, one last reassurance to set my mind at ease.

“And promise me again,” I continued, my voice tinged with vulnerability, “That you’ve never slept with anyone else during our marriage. Besides Aaron, I mean.”

Sue nodded, her expression softening with understanding. “I promise, Phil,” she affirmed, her voice gentle yet resolute. “I’ve never been unfaithful to you until what happened with Aaron the other night. Apart from him, you’re the only one I’ve been with since we got married.”

“I wish it was easy to believe you,” I replied. “This is all just so much to take in.”

“I’m sorry I kept all of this from you for so long,” my wife apologised, her voice quivering with emotion as she stood there, in the centre of the room, her hands clasped together in front of her. “Everything. Aaron, my past, all the men… James. It’s just that… when I met you, I liked you so much that I was afraid. I was scared that a nice, kind, lovely man like you wouldn’t want to be with a slut like me.”

My heart hurt at those words. I hated the fact that I was putting her through this but it needed to be done. But now, as she continued, telling me how much she loved me and how sorry she was, I did begin to believe her. It wasn’t just her words, but her body language, and the sincerity in her tone all told me she was telling the truth. It was like a balm to my soul, soothing the doubts and insecurities that had plagued me but the conversation wasn’t done yet. I still had concerns.

“Sue,” I began, my voice steady but laced with vulnerability, “I need you to answer me one last question, honestly and truthfully. Can you promise that?”

Sue nodded, her gaze unwavering as she met my eyes. “Ask me, Phil,” she replied softly, her tone still infused with sincerity. “Ask me anything.”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the question that weighed heavily on my mind. “Am I enough for you sexually?” I asked, the words hanging in the air between us. “Moving forward, do you still want me? Or has everything that’s happened — starting with James last year and culminating in what happened with Aaron and the threesome — awakened that part of you again?”

Sue’s expression softened, her eyes filled with understanding as she reached out to take my hand in hers. “Phil,” she said gently, “You are more than enough for me in many ways. In all the ways that really matter. I love you, and I want our marriage to work. What happened with Aaron was a mistake, a moment of weakness that I regret deeply. It wasn’t about wanting something more — it was about wanting something different. But that’s not what I want anymore. I want you, Phil. I choose you.”

“I’m enough for you in many ways,” I repeated her words, choosing them carefully while reading between the lines. “I believe that, but be honest. That side of you… the sexually adventurous, wilder side of you. It’s still there. I saw it, that night with Aaron. You wanted him… had sex with him… in a way I’d never seen before. I don’t want you to stay with me, Sue, if you’re feeling… frustrated or unfulfilled. Aaron told me that you admitted to him that day, that you were sexually frustrated.”

“He told you that?” Sue’s eyes filled with tears and she scrubbed at them with the back of her hand. “Shit. I’m sorry, Phil. I shouldn’t have told him that.”

“So it’s true?” I asked softly, stepping forward and taking her into my arms for some reason. I knew what she was about to say was going to hurt but I didn’t care. I loved this woman and couldn’t stand seeing her upset and ashamed any longer.

“Maybe,” she murmured into my chest, her own arms wrapping around my back and squeezing tightly. “Please, don’t hate me, Phil. I can’t help it. I love you and love what we have. Our sex life is fine, I promise. It’s just that sometimes, I think back to those times… I have fantasies about them. It doesn’t mean I want to go back to hanging group sex and picking up random guys every weekend again.”

“But when the chance of sleeping with Aaron came up,” I said softly into her long, dark hair, “You couldn’t help yourself.”

“Just looking through my old photos, reading my dairies,” she confessed, “It all turned me on so much. Watching the video with James was weird, but yes, it turned me on — but I promise nothing happened — and then when we took our own naughty photos and when you showed them to Dale… Yes, I liked it. I can’t help who I am. I’ve tried to be… normal. Boring. Whatever you want to call it, but since all of this started, I’ve been thinking about it more and more… and feeling terrible about it.”

She was sobbing into my chest now and I gave her a moment to compose herself, then eased her away from me so I could look into her eyes.

“Don’t feel terrible. I love you, Sue. I want to find a way to make this marriage work. Tell me honestly, do you want the same?”

“I do,” she insisted, some of the fire finally returning to her blue eyes. “Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.”

A flicker of relief washed over me at her words, a renewed sense of determination propelling me forward. “Then let’s try something,” I suggested, my mind racing with possibilities. “Maybe we could… experiment sexually. Take more photographs, like we did before. Show them to Dale. Maybe with you there? Show them to Aaron, perhaps. We could push our sexual boundaries together and see how it goes. If that’s what you’d like.”

Sue’s eyes widened in surprise at the suggestion, her tears subsiding as a hint of curiosity sparked within her gaze. “I… I’d like that,” she admitted her voice tentative but tinged with a newfound sense of excitement.

“Good,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile. “But before we dive into anything else, there’s something I need to do.”

Sue furrowed her brow in confusion, her gaze searching mine for answers. “What is it?” she asked softly.

“I want to see the sex tape,” I said, my voice steady despite the unease that gnawed at my gut. “The one you made with James, if it still exists.”

Sue’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she processed my request. “I do. I have it stored in the cloud, but, Phil, are you sure?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Yes. Let’s watch it together,” I said. I knew that this might be the weirdest request yet but something deep inside me needed this. The very thought of seeing it made my cock hard but also deeply unsettled me and what I might be about to witness, yet another facet of Sue that I hadn’t come across before.

With a silent nod of acceptance, Sue rose from the embrace, her eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and determination. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll get my laptop.”

What will the video hold? Is Phil ready for this? Can their marriage withstand what is about to happen next?

Chapter 7 is out now!

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