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I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife… And Her Ex, Book 4 (Chapter 1)
Book four of my ongoing Hotpast story starts with the aftermath of the intense conversation that Phil and Sue had last night. Is their temporary split going to fix the void that has grown in their marriage? Or is it going to be the beginning of the end? And what will Phil do about Irene?
This is book 4 of my ongoing hotpast story. The first 3 books are available on Amazon or you can catch up with the events so far here on Medium.
Chapter 1
While at work the next day, I found myself grappling with the enormity of the decision we’d made last night. The notion of temporarily parting ways with Sue, even if we continued to cohabit under the pretence of being together — allowing her to explore her desires with James and Aaron — seemed both liberating and unnerving. I couldn’t shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the recesses of my mind, questioning whether I had made the right decision or simply succumbed to the fear of losing her altogether.
The realization that I wanted Sue to indulge in her carnal desires with other men perplexed me. It defied logic and reason, yet a primal instinct within me urged her to seek out those forbidden pleasures, as if it were the key to unlocking some deeper truth about our relationship. Was it love or madness that drove me to this conclusion? I couldn’t say for certain.
But amidst the turmoil of my thoughts, one certainty stuck out: I had to confront Irene about her presence last night. Her silent vigil at our bedroom door had not gone unnoticed, and I knew that her motives, whatever they may be, couldn’t be ignored. The prospect of facing her filled me with a sense of unease, but I couldn’t afford to turn a blind eye to her actions any longer.
With a heavy heart and a mind weighed down by uncertainty, I resolved to confront both the past and the future head-on. Whatever lay ahead, I knew that the decisions I made in the days to come would shape the course of our lives in ways we couldn’t yet comprehend. And as I braced myself for the challenges that lay ahead, I could only hope that our love would prove strong enough to weather the storm.
As the day unfolded, casting its relentless march forward, I found myself consumed by a gnawing sense of unease. With Sue at work herself today, the lingering question of whether she was already speaking to James gnawed at the edges of my consciousness like a persistent itch I couldn’t scratch. I tried to push the thought aside, to focus on the tasks at hand, but the anxiety lingered, a constant presence at the back of my mind.
I knew there was nothing I could do to change the course of events now. The wheels had been set in motion, propelled by our mutual agreement to explore the depths of our desires. What would be, would be.
As the hours stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity, I found myself gripped by a sense of helplessness. The knowledge that Sue was in the same place as James, navigating her own murky waters of temptation and desire, filled me with a potent mixture of fear and longing. I yearned for the hours to pass faster, to get home for the comfort of her touch, to hear her voice and to find out if anything was going to transpire between her and her boss again
The same thoughts consumed my attention all day and during the journey home until I finally stepped into the house, finding it empty, the absence of Sue’s presence palpable. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I retrieved it to see a message from her.
“Stayed back to talk to James. Will explain everything when I get home,” it read.
I replied with a curt, “Okay. Stay safe,” my heart heavy with a mix of worry and uncertainty.
“I will,” the next message read. “I promise I’ll tell you what happens.
She was just talking to him, right? She wasn’t just going to dive straight into bed with him, surely?
Time dragged on, each passing minute amplifying the unease in my chest. An hour slipped by, and still, Sue hadn’t returned. With a sense of restless agitation, I paced the familiar rooms, my thoughts consumed by what might be unfolding between her and James. Eventually, I realized I couldn’t sit idly by any longer. I needed to distract myself, so decided it was as good a time as any to confront Irene.
As I stepped into my mother-in-law’s extension, the familiar scent of her favourite lavender air freshener greeted me, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. My gaze fell upon Irene, sitting at the kitchen table, her attention fixed on the screen of her phone, her fingers tapping away at the keys with a sense of urgency.
At the sound of my footsteps, Irene’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise as she hastily placed her phone face down on the table, as if to shield its contents from my view. A guilty flush coloured her cheeks as she attempted to compose herself, her lips pressing into a thin line of disapproval.
“Philip,” she scolded, using my full name as she did when she was annoyed, her tone laced with thinly veiled irritation. “You really should learn to knock before barging into someone’s home uninvited. It’s just common courtesy, you know. Besides, you know what happened the last time you did that.”
I offered her a tight-lipped smile, a flicker of annoyance tugging at the corners of my lips. “Sorry, Irene,” I muttered, my voice edged with frustration. “I just wanted to talk to you.”
She waved a dismissive hand in my direction, her attention already drifting back to her phone. “Can’t it wait?” she replied, her tone curt. “I’m in the middle of something right now.”
I bristled at her casual dismissal, a tension forming between us as I struggled to keep my temper in check. “No, it can’t,” I shot back, my voice firm. “You must know why I’m here..”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping with resignation as she finally tore her gaze away from her phone to meet mine. “Fine,” she relented, her tone weary.
I hesitated for a moment, the weight of my words heavy on my tongue as I struggled to find the right way to broach the subject. “It’s about last night,” I began, my voice low. “I saw you outside our bedroom door. I need to know why you were there, Irene. What the hell are you playing at?”
Her expression faltered for the briefest of moments, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in the depths of her eyes before she quickly masked it with a practiced facade of indifference. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Philip,” she replied, her tone clipped. “I wasn’t outside your bedroom door last night. You must be mistaken.”
What she was trying to achieve with such a ridiculous and flimsy denial, I didn’t know, the memory of her lurking presence burning bright in my mind’s eye. “I saw you, Irene,” I pressed, my voice firm. “You can’t deny it. Now tell me the truth. You watched us. Why would you do that?”
She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering away from mine before she finally spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I was worried about you and Susan,” she admitted, her tone tinged with remorse. “I called around to make sure everything was okay.”
I regarded her with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. What she was saying didn’t even begin to answer the question. “So you came upstairs to our bedroom unannounced to see if we were okay? Then you see what we were doing and stay to watch? Do you think that’s acceptable?”
Her face paled at the heat in my voice, her composure crumbling as she struggled to find the right words. “I heard something when I was downstairs that made me worried,” she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t see much.”
But her feeble excuses fell on deaf ears, my patience wearing thin as the truth finally dawned on me. “You heard us talk about James, didn’t you? You heard his name, so you came upstairs to eavesdrop,” I accused, my voice laced with anger, though I didn’t know exactly why I was so upset.
Irene managed to diffuse the tension by employing her signature charm, a knowing glint in her eyes as she recomposed herself and leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Philip,” she murmured, her tone soft and seductive, “There’s no need to be angry with me. Things have been strained between all of us lately, but you and I… I thought we had an understanding.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her flirtatious antics, the memory of our last encounter still fresh in my mind. “Irene, this isn’t the time,” I protested, trying to keep focused on the conversation I needed to have.
But Irene paid no heed, her hand trailing tantalizingly along the edge of the table as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Susan might have her secrets but you and I do too. You’re not innocent in any of this, Phil. You spied on me masturbating, then went through my private photos when I wasn’t around. How do you think Susan might react if she knew about that?”
Irene’s attempt to deflect my anger only fuelled my frustration, her smooth words failing to ease the tension between us. “Irene, this isn’t about me,” I insisted, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain some calm. “This is about you and what you were doing outside our bedroom last night. We need to talk about what we’re going to do about it and where we go from here.”
But Irene seemed unfazed by my feeble protests, her gaze unwavering as she leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Think about it, Philip,” she urged, her voice dripping with seduction. “We both have our secrets now. The question is, how far are you willing to go to protect yours?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, staring at the grey-haired Irene, sitting at the kitchen table with a confident smile on her face. She had me over a barrel and we both knew it.
“Look,” my mother-in-law sighed, after a short pause, “I heard James’s name mentioned, yes. I came upstairs and saw you watching the video. I was shocked and angry because Susan told me she’d deleted it, right after making sure I saw it. So, I stayed and listened to you two talk.”
“Right,” I said, relieved that she was at least talking now and wasn’t about to try to blackmail me somehow, “So you know about mine and Sue’s situation and what we’ve agreed?”
“I heard everything, yes. But I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Irene folded her arms, pushing her breasts up, the shape of them showing through the thin lime sweater she was wearing, making me uncomfortable again. “You’re risking your marriage, Phil. Susan has been a better person since she moved on from that particular stage of her life. Letting her go there again… I don’t know what you think you’re doing. You should put a stop to it before it goes too far.”
“It’s too late to stop it,” I admitted. “Sue’’s already talking to James about it, right now, in fact. She’s stayed behind at work. You do know he works with her, right?”
Irene’s eyes opened wide, then she looked away. “Yes, I know she does. But…”
As she trailed off, there was a tone to her voice, an edge that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And then I recognised what it was. Jealousy.
“Wait,” I said, looking at her anew. This changed things. “You’re jealous, aren’t you? Do you still have feelings for James or something? After all this time?”
Her eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions, a fleeting vulnerability betraying her stoic facade for a brief moment before she quickly and expertly masked it. “No, Phil,” she replied, her voice steady but lacking conviction. “I don’t have feelings for James. Not anymore.”
I wanted to believe her, to take her words at face value, but the doubt still lingered. There was definitely jealousy in both her voice and her body language. I was sure of it.
“Then why were you so upset?” I pressed, unable to let it go. “Why did you stay and listen to our conversation and what we did afterwards if you weren’t jealous or upset?”
Irene hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to her hands as she struggled to find the right words. “It’s complicated,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes, I slept with Aaron behind Susan’s back, but it wasn’t intentional to cause anyone pain. My daughter, on the other hand… She slept with James deliberately, to hurt me. It wasn’t done out of temptation or desire. It was done maliciously.”
That truth sent a shiver down my spine, the weight of her words sinking in as I processed the implications of what she was saying. “I guess I can understand that,” I murmured, my heart heavy with guilt at being angry with her now. “I’m sorry.”
But Irene waved away my apology with a dismissive gesture, her gaze distant as she stared off into the distance. “It’s not your fault,” she replied, her voice tinged with resignation. “It’s just… Seeing you and Sue watching that video, and getting turned on by it, brought out some… weird feelings. That video was made to split up James and me, not to be something that you end up watching and enjoying. Can you understand that? And then you mentioned showing it to your friend Dale. Do you want all your friends to know my daughter — your wife — used to be a slut? That she’s becoming a slut again with your permission? Does that do it for you, Phil?”
I didn’t know how to answer that, so I took a moment before replying, however, Irene took my silence as an answer in itself.
“You’re more like Aaron than you care to realise,” she concluded. “He liked seeing her with other men and so do you. Plus, it seems now that there was more to James than what I initially realised. Susan must have some way of attracting men like you.”
Men like me? I wasn’t sure if that was an insult or not, but I stiffened at the words and Irene noticed.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” Irene interrupted as I started to object. “We all have our little idiosyncrasies. You’ve discovered you get off from learning that your wife used to be — still is — more promiscuous than you thought. You’re turned on by the thought of sharing that secret with your friends and sharing her with her past lovers. I won’t say that I get it, Phil, but I’m not going to judge you for it.”
For some reason, the fact that Irene knew about my weird arousal — that she knew everything about me and Sue — was a turn-on. My cock was stiff in my shorts, I realised. I shifted uncomfortably on the chair where I was sitting, opposite to Irene.
“And what are your… idiosyncrasies, Irene?” I retorted, suddenly feeling an unwanted sense of shame. “Did you enjoy watching us in bed? How much did you see? You must have seen it all. Sue giving me head. Me going down on her. You realise how wrong that is, right?”
Irene shrugged, making her breasts wobble pleasantly again. “I saw it all, yes. Did I enjoy it? Maybe or maybe it was just curiosity and jealousy, as you suggest. I might be older than you, but I’m not dead from the waist down. I still have needs, I won’t deny that. You saw me play with myself while looking at my photos, Phil. Tell me this — when you saw me doing that — did you get horny? Have you wanked off thinking about me? Or of what you saw in those photos of me and Aaron? You realise how wrong that is, I’m sure.”
I gazed at her again, unable to find my voice to deny it but she knew the truth. She somehow knew that I’d enjoyed the sight of her getting herself off and the pictures of her having sex. And that fact that she knew I’d jerked off to her was weirdly arousing. Just like last time, an unexpected sexual tension hung in the air between us.
“Fine.” I placed my hands on the table to stop them shaking. Why was I reacting like this? “You win, Irene. We’ve both behaved in ways we shouldn’t have. Wildly inappropriate ways. I came around to talk about it while I had the chance and to see how much you knew. If you didn’t know about Sue and I having another short break in our relationship, I was going to tell you and ask for your advice but I think we’ve said all that we need to say to each other.”
I stood up, Irene’s cool gaze following me as I walked to the door that returned to our house.
“Sue will be home soon,” I said softly. “I need to be there when she does, so she can tell me what’s happening between her and James. If she and James hooking up again makes you feel weird and uncomfortable, maybe you should talk to her about it.”
“And how should I do that?” Irene shook her head wistfully. “Tell her I overheard everything while watching you lick her pussy? No, you’re going to tell me everything, Phil. Then I’ll find a way to deal with whatever emotions resurface. I’ll keep your secrets and you’ll keep mine. Do we have a deal?”
I let out a deep breath that I didn’t realise I’d been holding.
“I guess I don’t have a choice,” I replied, then left, heading home through the door and closing it behind me, checking my phone to see that Sue had texted.
“On my way back,” the message read. “We’ll talk when I’m home.”
This was it. Our marriage was taking the next big step. I could sense it. But was it a step forward or we were teetering on the brink of an abyss?
Phil now realises he has to handle Irene carefully. His relationships with everyone are in the balance. What happened between Sue and James? Who was Irene texting for her to hide the messages from Phil? Chapter 2 arrives later this week!
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