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I Found a Box of Photos of My Wife… And Her Ex (Chapter 2)

On the surface, Phil and Sue seemed to have an idyllic marriage. But when an old box of Sue’s resurfaces during a move, containing hints of a wild past she’s kept hidden, Phil is thrown into emotional turmoil. He never expected his loyal wife to have such provocative secrets. As Phil’s urge to uncover the truth grows, he faces a crisis of conscience and temptation that could unravel the trust between them.

Here’s what happened in chapter one…

Chapter 2

The shrill beep of the alarm clock jolted me awake. As I fumbled to hit the snooze button, the uneasiness from last night came flooding back. I had gone behind Sue’s back and invaded her privacy by looking through those boxes from her past. What was I thinking, being so obvious about it and getting caught?

I glanced over at my wife, her long dark hair splayed across the pillow, still sleeping soundly. I knew I needed to come clean about my curiosity and try to broach the subject rather than pretend it hadn’t happened.

Careful not to wake Sue, I slipped out from under the covers and headed to the kitchen, figuring bringing her breakfast in bed would be a good way to soften the blow of my confession. I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them, and poured them into a pan to make her favourite — scrambled eggs and toast. As the eggs sizzled, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen. I arranged everything artfully on a tray with a small vase of wildflowers I had picked up the day before.

Tray in hand, I nudged the bedroom door open with my hip. “Morning, sweetheart,” I said softly.

Sue blinked awake and gave me a puzzled but delighted smile. “What’s all this?”

“I wanted to do something nice for you after… everything that’s been going on lately.” I set the tray down over her lap.

Her eyes searched mine and her expression grew serious. “This is about last night, right?”

I sighed, knowing it was time for the truth. “I just wanted to apologise for going through your old stuff without asking. It wasn’t right of me. I should have respected your privacy.”

Sue nodded slowly. “I appreciate you owning up to that. It did feel like you violated my trust.”

“You have every right to feel that way,” I replied as she sat up in bed To tuck into the eggs. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Thank you, Phil.” She gave me a small, tentative smile. “And thank you for these eggs. They’re delicious.”

I hoped she could see the sincerity in my eyes. In truth, those tantalizing photos I’d glimpsed had sparked my curiosity even more about her past. But I kept that to myself. Right now, all that mattered was making sure things didn’t get weird between us. She had a lot to sort over the next few days with her mom moving into the extension next door.

After Sue went to take a shower, I sat alone with my thoughts. My mind kept drifting back to those photos hidden under the bed. Though part of me was tempted to look at them again, a deeper voice told me it would be wrong to do so without Sue’s consent.

I wondered if my curiosity stemmed from insecurity. Was I afraid of not measuring up to lovers from Sue’s past? I knew on a rational level that snooping behind her back would only undermine our marriage, not strengthen it, but I had to know what was on the rest of those photographs. I wouldn’t be able to settle until I knew.

The sound of the shower turning off interrupted my conflicted thoughts. A few minutes later, Sue emerged from the steamy bathroom wrapped in a towel, her damp hair falling in waves across her shoulders.

“Thanks again for making breakfast,” she said, giving me an appreciative smile. “It really hit the spot.”

“No problem, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, trying to focus on the present moment with her.

Sue started getting dressed as we continued chatting. “So, today’s the big day — Mom’s moving in. How are you feeling about it?”

“Mostly excited to help make this transition smooth for her and you,” I said supportively, glad for the distraction away from the envelope hidden beneath the bed.

“Mmm, well I’ll tell you what is smooth,” she giggled, dropping the towel and I saw straight away what she was talking about. She’d shaved her pussy completely bare.

“Oh, right” I laughed, grabbing her hand and tossing her to the bed. “I’m not letting you get away with that.”

Then I delved my head between her legs, enjoying the fresh scent of lemon body wash on her skin for a moment before sliding my tongue over her pussy lips while she giggled and tried to stop me. As soon as I connected with her clit, she quivered in pleasure and stopped trying to resist me, instead spreading her thighs to give me better access.

I worked my tongue around her swollen bud in small circles, savouring her soft moans until her fingers tangled in my hair and she quietly climaxed, holding my face tightly against her pubic mound until her thighs stopped trembling.

“Susan?” we heard her mother calling from somewhere outside the closed bedroom door and I cursed.

“Sorry,” Sue gave me a wry grin. “I promise, I’ll return the favour letter tonight.”

With that she called out to Irene that she was getting dressed and then went downstairs to see to her, leaving me alone in the bedroom with the envelope beneath the bed calling out to me still. I was nursing a hard-on from going down on her, so it was impossible not to risk a quick look.

I slid to the floor and fished out the brown paper packet, sliding a handful of photos onto the floor, being sure to keep them close to the bed so I could quickly slide them back underneath at a moment’s notice.

As I suspected, the photographs were explicit. I’d seen enough from that first photo last night to wonder what the rest might hold and the envelope didn’t disappoint. I quickly realised that I was looking at Sue’s most intimate moments with her past boyfriends. The very first picture showed a naked Sue on her knees, her mouth wrapped around a throbbing cock, eagerly lapping at it as her eyes smouldered with desire. The image captured a side of my wife that I’d never seen before. She looked like… a pornstar.

Another photo showcased Sue, her body arched in ecstasy, as a man thrust into her from behind. Her face was a mix of pleasure and desire, her fingers digging into the sheets as he took her roughly. The photograph left nothing to the imagination and I stared at it for a long moment, wondering how this photo had been taken and by whom.

In yet another image, Sue was entangled with another woman, their naked bodies pressed together. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, their fingers exploring every curve and crevice. The photograph was almost artistic, had it not been on a faded Polaroid paper. Still, it exuded a raw sensuality and I felt my dick throb in my pants at the sight of my wife’s naked body pressed against whoever the blonde woman was.

One particularly explicit snapshot showed Sue blindfolded, her body exposed and vulnerable, as a dominant figure traced a riding crop along her flesh. Since when had Sue ever been into the world of BDSM? She complained at the pain if I even so much as spanked her playfully.

The photographs continued, each one more graphic and arousing than the last, all of Sue engaged in explicit acts of pleasure and the most surprising thing was that these weren’t all with the same man. I flicked through the handful of photos, noting that in all but two pictures, they seemed to be with different men. The two that were with the same man; the man I’d seen her embraced by in the photograph last night; were both very intimate. In the first, he had his huge dick buried deep inside her from behind. In the second, she was sitting on him, holding herself an inch or so above his body so that whoever was taking the pictures could fully capture the image of her pussy lips stretched out around his girthy shaft.

In a haze of disbelief, I let my eyes wander over the pictures again, studying them closely to make sure that they were Sue and not some doppelganger but they were definitely my wife. Smaller breasts, slimmer frame but those same bright blue eyes and the beautiful face that I’d admired for the past decade and a half since meeting in our early twenties.

“Phil?” Sue’s voice echoed from downstairs and I quickly scooped up the pictures, stuffed them back into the envelope and slid them beneath the bed before she walked in.

“What are you doing on the floor?” she asked, shaking her head at me. “Get a shower and come down. I want to make a start on moving her stuff in and settling Mom into her new bedroom.”

“Sure.” I nodded, hoping she didn’t sense that there was anything wrong. It was my Sue standing in front of me, but all I could envision was her naked, being fucked by the various men and women that I’d seen in the pictures. “I’ll be right down.”

With a long look, she pulled the door closed again and headed downstairs. I stood up after picking up the envelope, looking around for a better place to hide them and deciding on my briefcase which I seldom used these days and was now occupying a space in the back of the wardrobe. With the stash of dirty pictures safely hidden, I headed into the shower, my head still spinning from the revelations about Sue’s past that I’d just seen.

Who were these past boyfriends? She’d always seemed reluctant to talk about her ‘body count’ before me and when I’d pressed her on it once, she’d told me she’d been with four guys before me. Two were serious boyfriends, although neither of them lasted longer than a year and the other two were one-night stands that she’d rather not talk about. Sensing her discomfort, I’d never since pressed her on the issue but now I wished I had. I’d seen pictures of her just now with at least six different men and that was just a handful of pictures. There was an equal number or more still in the envelope that I hadn’t seen. And the girl, and the BDSM photo… Why had she never told me about any of this? Instead, she’d led me to believe that she was a vanilla, what-you-see-is-what-you-get type of girl.

As I stood under the warm spray of the shower, I tried to process the swirl of emotions washing over me. I felt hurt and misled learning about this secret sexual past Sue had kept hidden. But was I more upset at her, or at my own bruised ego for realising that she’d gone further with other people than she had with me?

Everyone had a life before their current partner. Just because she had experimented and explored her sexuality with others didn’t diminish our marriage. In fact, those experiences probably made her the caring, confident lover she was with me today.

I knew I had no right to judge her for keeping this part of her past private. I needed to appreciate the woman she was now, not obsess over who she used to be but I knew it was going to be difficult.

As the warm water cascaded over me, I made up my mind not to let this revelation change how I saw my wife. We all did things in our youth that we might later regret or outgrow. What mattered most was the people we were now and the future we would build together.

I cared more about nurturing openness between us from here on than criticizing her previous secrecy. When she was ready to share more, I would listen with empathy, not condemnation. Her past didn’t have to define her and us. Still, the images of her being fucked by the mystery man with the huge dick and of her sucking different cocks and sharing her body with an unknown woman hung in my mind and I couldn’t help but take hold of my cock, stroking it rapidly while replaying the slideshow of polaroids in my mind. I jerked off, feeling ashamed of myself but unable to stop until my cum exploded out of me, decorating the glass door of the shower until the steamy water washed it away.

I turned off the taps feeling cleaner both physically and mentally. What Sue and I had built together over the last twelve years was far more meaningful than any fleeting trysts captured in the photographs, no matter how passionate or kinky they seemed. I needed to know more about her past, I knew that now. There was no way around it but I had to find out in an honest and open conversation with her, not by sneaking around behind her back.

The thing was, how did I even begin to ask, without revealing that I’d seen the photos?

Check out Chapter 3!

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