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I Found a Box of Photos of My Wife… And Her Ex (Chapter 3)

Phil’s quest for answers about his wife Sue’s mysterious past takes an unexpected turn. After an emotional heart-to-heart with Sue’s mother, Irene, Phil uncovers hidden secrets about Sue’s ex-lovers. With newfound insight, Phil finds himself torn between curiosity and love, filled with desire and a burning need to learn the truth.

Here’s what happened in chapter 2…

Chapter 3

The day had passed in a blur of activity. Sue and I, along with Irene, had worked tirelessly to help her settle into the new extension. The move had taken its toll on Irene, but she was finally resting in her new room.

As the sun began its descent on the horizon, a determination had taken root within me. I couldn’t let this matter rest. I needed answers about Sue’s past, but I couldn’t risk upsetting her by asking directly. So, I had to find an alternative approach.

Right on cue, the opportunity presented itself. Sue was in the living room, chatting on the phone when she turned to me.

“Rachel has asked me if I want a drink tonight,” she said, holding the phone to her chest for a moment. “She says she could use someone to talk to. Do you mind if I go out for an hour or two?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “We’re all done here. Your mother seems settled. Go out and enjoy yourself for a while.”

Sue got ready, quickly showering and getting changed into a pair of tight jeans and a clean t-shirt and as soon as she headed out, I made my way to the extension kitchen where Irene was preparing a pot of tea before bed.

“Mind if I join you for a cup of tea, Irene?” I asked politely.

Sue’s mother looked at me, her eyes revealing a mix of exhaustion and appreciation. “Not at all, Phil. Sit down.”

I took a seat at the new kitchen table, and Irene poured two cups of steaming tea. I was a coffee guy but I wanted to establish a bit of rapport with the older woman so I could ask her what I wanted.

Irene, sitting across from me, was the embodiment of grace in her sixties. Her silver hair, tastefully styled, framed her face with a quiet elegance. Fine lines around her soft brown eyes, etched by the wisdom of age, gave character to her expression, but even at her age, she was a good-looking woman. I leaned back in my chair, attempting to engage in some light conversation to put Irene at ease. “Your new rooms look quite cosy. Are you happy to be here with us now?”

Irene nodded, her eyes tinged with gratitude. “Yes. I appreciate all that you and Sue have done for me. It’s a significant change, but I know it’s for the best.”

With each word after that, I carefully steered the conversation towards the topic I had on my mind. I couldn’t afford to make Irene feel uneasy but had to drop hints about my curiosity. “I know your old house held so many memories, it must be difficult. While I was there, it got me thinking about the past. There were old photos and diaries in those boxes, for example.”

Irene set her teacup down, her eyes distant as if lost in her memories. She began to share her insights on Sue’s youth and the challenges they faced during that time. “Susan was quite different back when she was young, Phil. She had a rebellious spirit and a thirst for life. It caused some conflicts between us. You know that.”

I listened intently, wanting to grasp a better understanding of the complexities of Sue’s past. “Sue rarely talks about her youth. I wish I knew more about that time of her life.”

Irene nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Susan struggled with the expectations placed on her. She experimented, explored, and had multiple boyfriends, all to rebel against me, or so it felt like. It created a distance between us, a gap that took years to bridge before eventually she met you and then everything changed.”

Irene wasn’t really revealing anything, but her words provided me with some valuable insights into Sue’s past struggles and personal growth. It was clear that there was more to the story than met the eye.

“Sue’s past relationships,” I began cautiously, “have always intrigued me simply because she never talks about them. It’s as if there’s a side of her she’s chosen not to reveal.”

Irene paused for a moment, her gaze fixed on the teacup in her hands. She knew I was curious, but she also sensed my hesitation and reluctance to push too hard. “Sue’s youth was… eventful, Phil. A lot happened.”

I nodded, maintaining my gentle approach. “Did she ever have anything serious with any of those boyfriends? Anything that left a lasting impact on her?”

Irene took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mixture of memories and emotions.

“There was one young man,” Irene began, “He swept her off her feet. He shared her… thirst for adventure and… exploration. They were inseparable for a while. But I never liked him. I’m glad she ended up with you and not him, let’s put it that way.”

I leaned in, engrossed now. “What happened?”

A wistful smile crossed Irene’s face. “Life happened. Responsibilities, different paths, and ultimately, they drifted apart. It was a bittersweet parting that I had a hand in, and she resented me for it…. for a long time”

“I know you didn’t talk for a while,” I nodded, taking another sip of my tea.

Irene took another sip of tea and leaned forward, giving me an unexpected view of her cleavage down her v-neck pyjama top. “I’m glad I interfered. Susan was… on the wrong path.”

“How so?” I sensed that Irene was going to tell me something. It felt like she wanted to tell me, I just had to open the door for her.

“You talked about old photos,” Sue’s mother started, then hesitated, as if she was faced with a dilemma of telling me or not. She sat back again, crossing her arms beneath her large — but surprisingly firm-looking — breasts.

My heart skipped a beat. Did Irene know about the photos? This was unexpected, and it raised a flurry of questions. I had to know more. “I did see a couple of pictures earlier.”

Irene nodded solemnly. “I found some… explicit photographs, years ago, and I had to question Susan about them. Some of the things she was doing in them… Well, as you can imagine, it caused a falling out between Susan and me. I asked her not to see that boy anymore. He was the one making her so promiscuous, encouraging her to… well, I shouldn’t speak of it. I don’t want to speak of it. Susan and I, we didn’t speak for some time after that.”

I listened intently, trying to process the implications of Irene’s revelation. It was understandable that Sue’s past, especially the photos, had caused such a significant rift between her and her mother. It troubled me that Sue had never shared this part of her life with me but I could understand why. Still, it felt like an emotional chasm between us, filled with secrets and past lovers.

I couldn’t keep my own secret hidden any longer, not after Irene’s revelation. The guilt was overwhelming. I leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper, and admitted, “Irene, I found those explicit photographs too. They were in one of the boxes I helped clear out of your old house. Sue had never mentioned any of this to me, and when I discovered them, I couldn’t help but feel hurt and conflicted. I haven’t told her. I didn’t want to embarrass her. That’s why I’m speaking to you instead. I hoped you might help me figure it out.”

Irene’s eyes met mine, and I could sense the weight of both of our confessions settling in. There was a moment of silence, a space in which the truth hung heavily between us.

“I understand how you feel,” Irene said softly, breaking the silence. “But those photographs hold a piece of Susan’s past that she has chosen to keep hidden, even from you. Remember, it’s just one chapter of her life. What matters most is the love you share in the present. In the here and now. You make her happy and she loves you. I know that much.”

Her words were a reminder of the complexities of relationships, the way our pasts could shape us but should not define our future. As I sat there, nodding in agreement, the heaviness in my heart began to lift slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope for the future.

“I just wish she’d told me.”

Irene sighed, her eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and understanding. “I don’t know what you saw exactly, but those explicit photographs are a reflection of Sue’s wild youth. She was experimenting, trying to find herself and understand her desires. It was a challenging time, but it was part of her journey.”

Her words began to provide a bit of clarity. Sue’s past wasn’t about promiscuity, but rather a young woman seeking to understand herself and her desires. It was a different perspective, one that allowed me to see Sue in a new light. I nodded slowly, absorbing the significance of Irene’s words.

“I saw… a lot,” I admitted, not sure how much to say. “She was with… quite a few men in them and-”

Irene leaned in closer, her voice filled with warmth as she interrupted me. “The boy I told you about — the ex-boyfriend I didn’t like — he encouraged her to go with those men. He took photographs of her with them. She was experimenting, Phil, that’s all it was. You need to understand that Susan has grown and changed, as we all do. It’s the person she has become that matters most.”

As I processed Irene’s words, a new perspective on Sue’s past began to emerge. It wasn’t a threat to our relationship; it was a part of her journey that had led her to where she was today. Sue was good in bed, she always had been. I’d always thought she was a fantastic lover. Perhaps that came from these experiences. Maybe I should even be grateful.

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed.

Irene stood up and placed a hand on my shoulder, her gaze locking onto mine. “Phil, your love and understanding make what you have with Susan special. Good old-fashioned talking is the key to making it work. Talk to her, share your feelings, and encourage her to do the same. Maybe she’ll open up to you eventually and tell you the things you obviously want to know.”

I felt guilty and slightly dirty that Irene could see right through me. She knew that I was curious about the things her daughter had done and that made me feel weird. Still, her advice was clear and resonated with me. I needed to talk to Sue, share my feelings and concerns, and listen to her perspective. It just wasn’t the way I wanted to approach it. It meant admitting that I’d seen the photos.

Before we concluded our conversation, I had one more request. “Irene, I appreciate your honesty and sharing this with me. But please, keep our conversation a secret. I want to talk to Sue about it in my own time and way.”

Irene nodded, her understanding evident in her eyes. “Of course, Phil. I won’t mention this conversation to her or anyone. It’s between us.”

Later that evening, Sue returned from her drinks with her best friend, Rachel. I watched her as she entered our home, her laughter and bright smile filling the room. I wanted to talk to her, I genuinely did. If there was an easy way to share the revelations and the emotions that had swirled within me all day, I would have. But I held back, not wanting to put a downer on the end of her fun night out.

We went to bed, and as we lay together, our bodies intertwined, I couldn’t help but be consumed by the thoughts of those explicit photographs and what I’d learned tonight. It was as if the discovery that her ex-boyfriend has encouraged her to fuck those other guys had fueled a burning curiosity within me.

“I’m a little drunk,” Susan giggled, pressing her body against mine. She was topless, just wearing a pair of bed shorts and her firm tits felt good against my chest as she slid her body over me to kiss me on the lips. “I’m sure my mother won’t interrupt us this time.”

The mental images of the photographs floated in front of my eyes, combining with the heat of her to make my cock stiffen. I pushed down her shorts and shoved her thighs open, ramming my cock into her so hard that she gasped.

“That’s it,” she breathed. “Fuck me.”

I did as she asked, thrusting into her freshly shaved pussy while kissing her neck, enjoying the soft moans in my ear as I picked up the pace, giving it to her fast, knowing I wasn’t going to last long.

“Faster,” Sue murmured into my ear. “Come on. Do it.”

Moments later, the feeling of her fingers digging into my ass tipped me over the edge and I exploded inside her, groaning loudly at the release which I’d needed all evening since hearing Irene’s confessions about her daughter.

“Oh, I didn’t get to cum,” my wife moaned as I rolled from her. Then she giggled and reached down, her fingers finding her clit. “I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”

I pushed her hand away, replacing her fingers with my own, feeling the squelch of cum ooze from her as I slipped inside, then pulled out, using my sperm to lube up her clit before rubbing it in tiny circles. Our mouths met and Sue clutched onto me, pulling me against her as I worked the swollen nub between her legs until she finally tensed up and then shuddered and cried out softly as she climaxed.

In the aftermath, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but wonder if she ever compared me to any of her former lovers. It didn’t matter, I realised. She’d married me and we’d been together, happy, ever since. I couldn’t be so bad, could I? As I heard her breathing slow as she slipped into dreamland, my heart swelled with love for her. I realized that despite the revelations, the curiosity, and the complexities of her past, my feelings for Sue remained unchanged. I loved her, wholly and completely, unburdened by her history.

Yet, as I lay there, staring into the darkness, the curiosity still burned within me. The knowledge that she had been head over heels in love with the man in the photos only added to the layers of intrigue surrounding her past. It was a curiosity that I knew I would have to confront, and then, I had an idea. Earlier, Sue mentioned that she had shared some photos of her fun night out with Rachel on her Facebook, so, with great care, I slipped out of bed and retrieved my phone from the nightstand.

As I navigated through Sue’s Facebook friends list, not expecting to find anything, I stopped, staring at the screen. I’d found him. The man from the photographs. I’d done this purely on a whim but there he was. I’d somehow just known she’d still be friends with him. I didn’t know how I knew, perhaps it was just an instinct. I stared at his profile.

Perhaps — just perhaps — I could learn something about Sue’s past, not from her, but from him. Would he talk to me about it?

The burning curiosity within me now had a target, and I knew I couldn’t let it go.

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