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I Found a Box of Photos of My Wife… And Her Ex (Chapter 5)

In the dimly lit hours of the night, Phil’s quest for answers about Sue’s enigmatic past leads him down a path of desire and revelation. He delves deeper into the Polaroid photographs that hold his wife’s secrets and their explicitness ignites a fire within him, but as dawn approaches, Phil is left with newfound questions and a burning curiosity, determined to uncover every single detail of his wife’s secret past.

As we approach the last couple of chapters of my latest story, here’s what happened in chapter 4…

Chapter 5

I arrived home under cover of night, the quietness of the suburban street that we lived on making me realise how late it was as I stepped through the front door. The house was also silent, the only noise seemed to be my heart racing with the weight of what I was about to do.

Carefully, I tiptoed upstairs and slipped into the dimly lit bedroom, my footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. Sue lay in our bed, sound asleep, her breathing steady and serene. The envelope of polaroid photographs, containing Sue’s enigmatic past, called to me from its hiding place. I retrieved it from the briefcase stashed in the depths of our closet, keeping an eye on Sue to make sure I didn’t wake her.

I headed back downstairs and as I settled into a chair by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight outside spilled across the envelope and photographs as I slid them out, casting them in an ethereal light. With trembling hands, I began to examine the remaining snapshots, each one revealing a piece of Sue’s history, a glimpse into the things that Aaron had told me about earlier this evening.

The first photograph depicted Sue in a dimly lit room, her eyes smouldering with desire as she stood before a mirror, her reflection capturing her nudity in full. It was a seductive portrait, taken by Aaron who was also naked, standing behind her, his reflection showing his impressive erection standing out before him as he photographed my wife-to-be.

The second photograph revealed Sue entwined with a man — not Aaron — their bodies locked in a passionate embrace. The angle of the photograph captured the man’s cock penetrating Sue’s hairy pussy and I felt my own dick twitch at the sight of such an intimate picture. I assumed it was Aaron taking the photograph again.

The third photograph was much more artsy, showcasing Sue in a secluded outdoor setting, the backdrop of a moonlit forest adding an air of mystique to the scene. She stood beside a tree, her gaze turned upward, her body adorned in nothing but moonlight and a cloak of vulnerability. Her tits looked luscious and made me want to head upstairs to wake her for sex.

The fourth photograph was a more candid shot, capturing Sue in the throes of uninhibited laughter as she lounged with a group of friends. They were mostly men, but another woman was sitting close by. Everyone in this picture was dressed, so I wondered why it was in with these other nude photographs but the next picture answered that question.

The fifth photograph was in the same place, a large room with a sofa and TV in the background but now all the guests, including Sue, were naked. I let my eyes feast on the other woman, her body curvy and full but it was Sue that was the centerpiece of the picture. Three men stood around her, their hands on her breasts and thighs and one of them was offering her his stiff cock to suck.

Anticipation gnawed at me as I flipped through the photographs, each one more revealing and shocking than the last. One showed Sue sucking the dick that was in the previous picture and then the next showed her being fucked hard from behind while sucking a different man altogether. The final picture was of Sue lying next to the other woman while the men around them covered them with cum.

As I stared at the photos, scattered on the small table next to the window, a subtle shift occurred within me. It wasn’t just about arousal anymore; it was about understanding and acceptance. These photographs weren’t just a record of her past lovers but they also captured what must have been a true erotic adventure, a journey, her growth as a sexually confident woman with a clear love for being photographed while with other men.

With the truth of these final revelations about Sue heavy on my shoulders, I carefully placed the photographs back in the envelope, resolving to face the truth, no matter where it might lead us. I ascended the stairs with a sense of purpose, my heart pounding with a mixture of emotions — desire, acceptance, and a newfound understanding. The door to our bedroom creaked softly as I pushed it open, revealing Sue, still peacefully asleep in our bed.

As I carefully placed the envelope back in its hiding place, arousal still pulsed through me. The photographs had ignited a fire within, my cock was throbbing in my pants and I knew I couldn’t resist the allure of my beautiful wife lying just a few feet away.

She stirred, kicking off the covers that hid her then lay there, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her curves were fuller than they were in the old photos but I still loved them, perhaps even more than the more slender Sue in the photographs. She smiled then, still asleep and I wondered what she might be dreaming of, perhaps memories of the dirty and depraved sex she used to have with her old lovers.

I approached the bed with care, my movements slow and deliberate, not wanting to wake her prematurely. Her skin was warm to the touch as I caressed her cheek, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw with my fingers. Sue stirred again, her eyelids fluttering open, looking up at me in confusion for a moment.

“Phil,” she murmured sleepily, realising it was me. “You’re home late.”

“I know,” I replied softly, then leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a tender kiss. Our mouths melded together with a familiarity that came from years of shared passion and intimacy. As we kissed, the complexities of the evening, the photographs, and the revelations faded into the background, replaced by the simple, familiar but still powerful connection between us.

I undressed quickly as she took off her T-shirt in silence, understanding that I wanted her. As I lay next to her, my hands roamed her body, tracing the contours of her curves, cupping her breasts and pulling them into my mouth and she responded with a growing urgency, her fingers digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer and then on top of her. We were both naked now and my hard cock slipped into her hot, wet pussy with ease. The images of her being fucked by the different men in the photographs, of her with various cocks in her mouth and of her covered in the sperm of numerous strangers floated in the darkness behind my eyelids when I closed my eyes and thrust into her fast and hard.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she murmured into my ear as I began to pound her roughly. “I don’t know what’s got into you, but I like it.”

I didn’t reply because I was lost in my thoughts and the feeling of her pussy around my cock. How many men had been inside her in total? Had she even kept count?

Realising I was close to finishing already, I pulled up, shuffling towards her and aiming my erection at Sue’s face.

“What are you-” she started to ask but it was too late. I came, spraying jet after jet of hot, sticky cum onto her mouth, chin and throat.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed heavily after I’d squeezed out the last remnants of cum onto her full breasts and then I sat down next to her, looking down and admiring the sight of my wife, glazed with my sperm. “I don’t know what came over me either but-”

“Well, whatever it was, I like it.” Sue sat up, reaching to the bedside cabinet and grabbing some tissues to wipe herself clean. “However, a word of warning might be nice next time. Now, you need to get me off, seeing as you’ve had your fun.”

She lied back down and parted her thighs, inviting me to go down on her and I sighed but did as she requested, sliding my tongue over her clit and causing her to shudder with pleasure. As I licked her to orgasm, I pictured her pussy as being hairy, like it was in some of the photos, rather than the soft, shaved cunt that my face was pressed against now. I made a mental note to ask her to let it grow out one day.

Once she’d climaxed, pulling my head against her pussy with her hands in my hair until she got too sensitive and then shoved me away, she pulled the covers over us both and wrapped her arms around me.

“That was fun,” she murmured into my ear, before drifting back to sleep in just a few seconds, her breathing deepening once again. It was then that I noticed the diaries on the bedside cabinet, next to the discarded tissues that she’d used to wipe the cum from her face.

I thought about extricating myself from her arms to look at them but almost as though she read my mind, her arm tightened, pulling her naked body closer to mine. Were they the diaries from the box? The ones I’d found along with the photographs? Had she been reading them in bed? She must have. Was that why she was seemingly turned on just now?

Feeling sleep tugging at my own eyelids, I decided to leave the diaries alone for now. They would be there in the morning. Perhaps, I could even use them as a way of encouraging Sue to confess about her dirty past, without me having to bring up the subject of the Polaroids.

I still wasn’t sure how I was ever going to broach the subject, but I knew I had to. I didn’t want any more secrets between us. There was something strangely exciting about the fact that I was married to a woman with such a voracious sexual appetite. It turned me on to know that my wife was capable of such things, even if she had been what some men — including Aaron — would call a slut. She wasn’t any more, that’s all that mattered but I needed her to know that I accepted her past and that I was curious about that side of her, even if that side of her was gone now.

I’d cum on her face tonight without even thinking. I’d acted instinctively, wanting to do what the men in the photos had done. Thankfully, she hadn’t been angry at me. She seemed to enjoy it, in fact, so I wondered if she’d enjoy me taking some nude photos of her. That seemed like an idea I could explore, but for now, I just needed to sleep and process not only what I’d seen in the photographs, but also the things that Aaron had told me.

Once I’d worked out where I went from here, I’d find a way to finally talk to Sue. I’d heard Aaron’s version of events. I’d listened to what Irene had said about her daughter’s difficult past. Now, I just needed to know the truth from my wife herself.

I wanted to know everything. Every single, sordid detail.

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