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I Found a Box of Photos of My Wife… And Her Ex (Chapter 4)

Phil’s determined search for answers about his wife Sue’s enigmatic past leads him to a carefully planned rendezvous with Aaron, Sue’s former flame. As the pub’s dim lights and the din of voices surround them, Aaron begins to unveil tantalizing glimpses of a wild and adventurous Sue, fueling Phil’s insatiable curiosity even more…

Here’s what happened in chapter 3…

Chapter 4

The pub was alive with activity, the low hum of chatter blending with the clinking of glasses and the thumping bass of a jukebox in the corner. I stood near the entrance, my gaze sweeping across the room in search of Aaron, the man I’d found on Sue’s Facebook, hoping to unearth some of the secrets of her past.

It had taken me several days of discreet online investigation, a few subtle inquiries among mutual friends, and a couple of hours of snooping on different social media profiles, but I had finally traced Aaron to this very place. He had a few friends in common with me, a fact I hadn’t been aware of until recently, which had made my search a bit easier. And now, I found myself in a crowded pub on the other side of town, eager to encounter this enigmatic figure from Sue’s past.

As I watched the patrons move about, laughter and conversations flowing, I reflected on the journey that had brought me here. It had all started with those explicit photographs, a discovery that had shaken the foundation of my understanding of Sue’s past. Irene’s revelations had shed some light on her youth, but I yearned to hear the story from someone who had been there, from someone who had shared those intimate moments with her.

With each step I took into the dimly lit establishment, the scent of trodden-in beer, the clashing fragrances of various drinks and guests’ perfume, and the murmur of voices became more palpable. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with this clandestine mission, but my burning curiosity had pushed me beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone.

My plan was simple: to introduce myself to Aaron, engage in casual conversation, and eventually steer it towards the subject of Sue. But in this sea of strangers, locating him was a task in itself. I scanned the faces of patrons huddled around tables, some engaged in animated discussions, others lost in the melodies of their own thoughts.

Aaron had a regular spot here, I’d learned. He was known to frequent the pub every Saturday night, like clockwork. So here I was, hoping to coincide with his presence, to find the man who had once held a significant place in Sue’s life.

As the minutes ticked by, I settled at the bar, ordering a drink to occupy myself while I kept a vigilant eye on the room. The anticipation gnawed at me, mingling with a hint of unease, but I was determined to unearth the answers that had eluded me for so long. In this crowded pub, amidst the din of voices and the swirl of patrons coming and going, I waited for Aaron, the keeper of Sue’s secrets, to show his face.

I nursed my drink, casting my eyes across the pub’s entrance, trying to spot a familiar face. Then, like a character emerging from the shadows in a dramatic film, there he was — Aaron. He walked in, his presence commanding attention, just as it had years ago. His dark hair was now streaked with silver at the temples, and the lines on his face told the tale of the years that had passed since he and Sue had been entangled in their passionate liaisons.

I needed a way to introduce myself without arousing suspicion. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the perfect opening. Then, as if fate itself had intervened, I saw Aaron approaching the bar to order a drink. On his own. This was my chance.

I walked up to the bar and took a seat beside him, making sure not to appear too eager. I cleared my throat and caught the bartender’s attention, ordering a drink in a tone that was just loud enough for Aaron to hear.

Once the drinks arrived, I turned toward Aaron with a friendly smile, still not revealing my true identity. “Quite a lively place tonight, isn’t it?”

Aaron glanced my way, his expression neutral but not unfriendly. “Yeah, it can get pretty crowded on Saturdays,” he replied, taking a sip of his beer.

As I sat at the bar beside Aaron, a plan formed in my mind to casually bring up Sue without raising suspicion. I discreetly pulled out my phone and glanced at it, pretending to receive a call.

I answered with a faux surprise in my voice. “Hello? Oh, hi, Sue. Yeah, I’m out grabbing a drink with some friends.” I paused for a moment, pretending to listen to the caller and then ended the call after saying goodbye, offering a slightly apologetic smile to Aaron. “Sorry about that, just a woman I was seeing a while back. We’re just friends now. You know how some women are though.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Yeah, I do.” He grunted. “You said Sue. I used to know a Sue. Haven’t seen her in ages, though.”

“Not Sue Jones?” I mentioned a fictional name, not our real surname “It’d be funny if we were talking about the same Sue.”

“No,” Aaron shook his head, taking a long pull of his beer. “A different Sue… And she was quite the character, always full of surprises.”

Perfect. He had taken the bait. I leaned in a bit closer, trying to give off an air of casual interest. “Oh, really? What kind of surprises are we talking about?”

Aaron leaned in as well, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. “Let’s just say she had a wild streak, a taste for adventure. She’s changed a lot since then, or I so heard. She’s happily married now.”

“Urgh, that sucks,” I commiserated. “Are you married?” Aaron shook his head, showing me the ring finger on his left hand to be empty. “Lucky fucker. I’m married but sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Free and single, that’s where it’s at. I miss those days. Not that I was ever wild or anything, like this Sue you used to know.”

Sue’s ex-boyfriend grinned at me, acknowledging what I’d said with a low chuckle. Then he studied me for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “You know,” he said slowly, “I’ve got a few stories from those days that might pique your interest. Some things you might not even believe.”

Aaron’s words hung in the air, tantalizing and full of intrigue. I leaned in closer, a feigned curiosity in my eyes, masking the burning desire to uncover the truth about Sue’s past.

“Stories, huh?” I replied, keeping my tone light and casual. “I’m all ears, mate.”

Aaron took a slow sip of his beer before he began to reminisce about his former relationship with Sue. “Back then,” he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia, “Sue was a real firecracker. Always looking for the next thrill, the next adventure. She had this wild streak in her that was… captivating… and unpredictable.”

I nodded, urging him to continue, my heart racing with anticipation. “Go on.”

Aaron smiled, lost in the memories of the past. “I was an amateur photographer back then, you know,” he confessed. “Not like now, where it’s my profession. Sue loved that about me, especially when it came to taking photographs of us together.”

My curiosity deepened as I listened intently. “And?” I prodded.

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a well-guarded secret. “Sue had this fascination with capturing the moment, the raw passion of life. She wanted me to photograph her with other men.”

“With other men?” I said, acting confused

“Having sex with other guys, you know…” Aaron’s eyes glanced around but no one was close enough to hear, especially over the din of the crowd and the music playing in the background. “She liked to experiment. To try new guys. It was a part of her wild side, her way of pushing boundaries.”

I blinked in astonishment, my mind struggling to comprehend the revelation. Sue, the woman I thought I knew so well, had a hidden side — a side that thrived on exploring her desires and pushing the limits of her own inhibitions. It wasn’t Aaron who had pushed her into sleeping with other guys, it was on her initiative, if he was to be believed, at least. But why would he lie to a total stranger?

“You’re telling me she enjoyed being photographed having sex with other men?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Her idea? And you didn’t mind? I mean… you guys were dating, right? You were together?”

Aaron nodded, his gaze locked on mine. “Yeah, it was her thing. She loved the thrill of it, the excitement of being with different guys. It was like an addiction to her, a way to experience life to the fullest. I ran with it because I liked her. I wanted her to be happy. It was kind of weird, hard to handle sometimes, I guess, but we had a lot of fun.”

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, revealing a side of Sue I had never imagined. My heart raced, a mix of emotions coursing through me. It was as if the boundaries of our relationship had expanded yet again, and now I was venturing into uncharted territory.

“Did you ever…?” I hesitated, searching for the right words.

“Join in? Have threesomes?” Aaron chuckled knowingly. “Yeah, I did. Those were crazy times. We both lived on the edge, and we didn’t hold back.”

“I don’t suppose you kept any of those photographs?” I asked, finishing my drink and ordering two more. One for me, one for Aaron.

He accepted the drink with thanks but shook his head at the question. “No, that wouldn’t have been right. She broke it off with me because she had some sort of falling out with her mother and other issues. Broke my heart. So, maybe I could have been forgiven for keeping the photos but no. I destroyed the copies I had. The decent thing to do. The last time I spoke to her though, she told me she still had her pictures. What I’d give to have a look through them, I told her, but she said she’s married now and all that is a part of her past.”

“That’s a shame,” I rued, relieved that he didn’t have anything on Sue but also strangely disappointed that there wasn’t even more erotic material for me to look at one day. I reminded myself that there were a few photos back home in the envelope that I hadn’t seen yet. Should I look at them? That was the dilemma. They’d only make me even more curious and worked up about the whole thing.

As Aaron continued to recount tales of Sue’s wild adventures, the atmosphere in the pub grew more relaxed. The dimly lit room seemed to cocoon us in our conversation, drowning out the surrounding noise. Aaron’s stories were like puzzle pieces that slowly formed a picture of Sue’s past, a picture I had never seen before. He told me how strange it was, the first time he’d watched another man shove his cock into his girlfriend, but how he’d learned to enjoy it after a while. He told me about a couple of really well-hung guys that she enjoyed and how, one time, she’d sucked off a guy old enough to be her father and let him cum on her breasts in the middle of a car park, where anyone could have seen her. All while Aaron took pictures.

He leaned closer, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes. “You know, I sometimes wonder if she’s still as much a handful now as she was back then. She loved being fucked rough. She enjoyed the rawness of a man just going at her, like a couple of animals mating, you know?”

I nodded, genuinely fascinated by this version of Sue I had never known. “She sounds like a bit of a slut, to be honest.”

Aaron chuckled, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “Oh, she was. We did some crazy things together. She loved being the centre of attention. It wasn’t just about the photos either. She seemed to like me watching. Seeing me get turned on and jealous at the same time. She got off on it, I think.”

That revelation sent a shiver down my spine. The Sue I knew seemed so reserved, so different from this adventurous and daring woman that Aaron described. It was as if I was discovering a completely new side of my wife.

As the conversation continued, Aaron suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his gaze fixed on me. “It wasn’t just about the men, though she enjoyed that too. It was about pushing boundaries, living on the edge… You know,” he said slowly, “I just realised, you look oddly familiar. Have we met before?”

My heart skipped a beat, panic surging through me. I knew that there were a couple of older photos of me on Sue’s Facebook, but not many because, unlike Sue, I disliked having my picture taken. I hoped Aaron hadn’t recognized me from those images, as old as they were.

I feigned a casual smile, trying to play it cool. “I doubt it,” I replied, my voice steady. “I tend to keep a low profile.”

Aaron shrugged as if dismissing the thought. “Fair enough. Must be my imagination.”

We chatted a bit longer, with me attempting to delve into further details of Sue’s wild escapades, but Aaron didn’t seem as eager to divulge and I couldn’t shake the unease that had settled within me. After finishing our final drinks and paying our tabs, I excused myself with a friendly nod.

“Thanks for the stories,” I said as I stood up. “Nice to meet you but I better get home. Take care. Maybe we can have another drink someday when I’m in here next?”

Aaron nodded in return, his attention already drawn to the pretty barmaid, ready to order his next beer. I made my way to the exit, the cool night air hitting me like a welcome relief. The encounter had been enlightening, but it had also left me feeling exposed. I needed to return home to Sue, to the safety of our shared life, before any more questions could arise.

As I walked away from the pub, the memories of Aaron’s stories still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever truly understand the complexities of Sue’s past. The burning curiosity remained, but so did my love for her, unburdened by her history.

I hailed a taxi, eager to get back home to my wife, the former wild woman of Aaron’s life. I needed to check those other photos, then… if I could time it right, I needed to talk to her about it…

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