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I Found a Box of Photos of My Wife… And Her Ex (Chapter 6)

In the latest chapter, Phil’s quest for the truth takes an unexpected turn when he stumbles upon a secret from Irene’s past. As he grapples with what he’s discovered, Phil must decide how to navigate the complex dynamics of his family’s history and desires, setting the stage for the final chapter in their story.

As we approach the last chapter of my latest story, here’s what happened in chapter 5…

Chapter 6

The sound of rain pitter-pattering on the window woke me up the following morning. Lying there, I let my gaze wander, fixated on the ceiling fan gently rotating above me. My mind, however, was far from the soothing rhythm of raindrops and fan blades. Sue, the woman who had shared my life and my bed, sleeping still next to me, remained an enigma, a puzzle I still hadn’t quite managed to solve completely. After Aaron’s revelations, the insatiable curiosity gnawed at my mind even more than before, urging me to keep delving into the uncharted depths of her past, to understand the woman I loved truly.

Carefully, I extricated myself from the warmth of our shared bed, tiptoeing onto the carpeted floor so I didn’t disturb Sue from her peaceful slumber. I stared down at her, enjoying how her chest rose and fell in a steady, rhythmic pattern, her pretty face a picture of tranquil innocence.

The memory of the last night’s discoveries weighed heavily on my mind as I made to go downstairs for coffee, but then I recalled something — the diaries that she must have read in bed last night. Those diaries that I’d seen briefly when I first discovered the photographs, beckoned to me, their secrets waiting to be unearthed from pages filled with ink and vulnerability.

With cautious determination, I slipped around the bed but as I looked at the spot where the diaries had rested only hours ago, they were no longer there. Sue must have moved them, sometime in the night. I couldn’t remember her stirring in the night to do such a thing but I’d slept quite heavily, so she could have done it without waking me.

“Good morning,” Sue’s voice greeted me, and I turned to find her smiling. “Last night was fun.”

“What I can remember of it,” I agreed. “I had a few drinks and they went to my head.”

Sue’s laughter filled the room, her playful demeanour contrasting with the weight of my thoughts. “I noticed,” she teased, sitting up and rubbing her sleepy eyes. “I’m glad you had a good night, even if you got home late. You were… worth the wait, shall we say?”

I chuckled at her comment, but beneath the surface, my mind remained consumed by the absence of those diaries and the secrets they held. Reluctantly, I retreated from the bedroom to prepare coffee and breakfast, momentarily leaving behind the diaries and their tantalizing mysteries. As we ate, and I later headed into the shower to start the day, those concealed secrets continued to tug at the threads of my thoughts, a reminder that the past would not be easily ignored.

Shortly afterwards, when Sue headed out to do her usual weekend shopping, I found myself alone in the house once more, my resolve to uncover the truth undiminished. As soon as the door closed behind her, I resumed my search for the diaries, making my way to our bedroom. My fingers brushed against the furniture, checking the shelves and the wardrobes and skimmed beneath the bed, but they remained tantalizingly out of reach. Where had Sue hidden them this time? A thought nagged at me — could Sue have returned the diaries to the boxes tucked away in Irene’s room, the place where her secrets had been concealed for so long?

Knowing that Sue and her mother were out shopping, I ventured into Irene’s room, situated in the extension of our house. The drawn curtains cast a dim light and my eyes adjusted slowly as they roved across the room, taking in the shelves, the meticulously organized boxes, and the neatly made bed. Yet, despite my thorough search, the diaries remained frustratingly nowhere to be found.

Leaving Irene’s bedroom, I made my way toward the kitchenette that had been set up for her but as I made to enter, I was met with a sight that froze me in my tracks. Several of Sue’s aged photographs were scattered, face up, across Irene’s kitchen table. However, it wasn’t the photographs alone that left me in stunned silence. It was Irene herself. She hadn’t gone out with Sue. She was stood by the table, her gaze fixed intently on Sue’s photographs, her skirt pushed up, and her hand between her legs, fingers rubbing herself furiously.

I was spellbound, my eyes taking in every detail as Irene’s fingers slipped inside her, through the dark triangle of her thin pubic hair, the wispy hairs sticking out through her fingers. My heart raced as I watched her masturbate, unable to believe what I was seeing. Irene’s other hand was on her breasts, massaging it through the thin sweater she wore but she let go after a moment, holding onto the edge of the table to steady herself as her knees buckled and she orgasmed. She moaned softly, her body quivering as she leaned against the table until it subsided and then she tugged her skirt down and began to gather the photographs into a pile.

I remained hidden while watching her slide the photos back into their envelope before sliding it into one of the kitchen cupboards, then I retreated away, heading back into the doorway that connected our houses, my mind whirling.

I stood at a crossroads, a profound dilemma before me. The image of Irene, pleasuring herself while immersed in Sue’s photographs, lingered in my mind. I couldn’t shake the disbelief of what I’d witnessed. Questions raced through my thoughts like a relentless storm. What secrets did those photographs hold? Irene couldn’t possibly know the location of my carefully stashed pictures, so these must be a new set. Should I confront her about it? A battle raged within me, a struggle between revealing what I had witnessed and keeping it concealed with all of my other secrets.

As I grappled with this internal conflict, my thoughts meandered through the potential consequences of unveiling Irene’s secrets. The mere thought of exposing her intimate act and confronting her about it weighed heavily on me. She’d be embarrassed and ashamed but I needed to know what the hell she was doing and what was in those photographs.

Just then, Irene left the kitchen, shuffling in the opposite direction to where I was standing, hesitating in the doorway, retiring to her bedroom and closing the door behind her. I seized the opportunity, moving without even thinking to head into the kitchen and reaching into the cupboard where she’d hidden the envelope, I took it out with shaking hands and then opened it.

As I gingerly opened the envelope, a sense of trepidation pulsed through me. What was I about to see? Inside were six photographs, each one a revelation, yet none of them were what I had expected. The shockwave that coursed through me was palpable as I took in the scenes captured in those images.

In the first photograph, Irene stood in a dimly lit room, her figure bathed in an erotic glow. Her gaze was intense, locked with the photographer’s. She looked much younger, as to was be expected. Her hair was darker than the grey it was in the present. Her breasts were large and full, her waist and hips slimmer than now, the dark tangle of pubic hair between her legs that I’d just seen in the flesh. It was clear that these photographs belonged to the same era as Sue’s, capturing Irene in her younger years.

The second photograph showcased Irene and Aaron, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. The angle of the shot left no room for doubt, his thick cock penetrating her pussy clearly on show to the camera’s lens.

I felt a surge of arousal, much to my shame. This was my mother-in-law but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The third image, more artistic in nature, transported me to an outdoor setting. Irene stood beside a tree, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight. The backdrop of a moonlit forest added an air of mystique to the scene, casting an alluring spell. Her body was adorned in nothing but moonlight mirroring the artistic flair of Sue’s photos.

Also, copying Sue’s photographs, the fourth photograph presented a candid moment, showing Irene in the midst of uninhibited laughter as she lounged with a group of friends and then the next photograph transported me back into the realm of explicit content. Just like Aaron had captured with Sue, this time, everyone, including Irene, was naked and the men’s attention was all fixed on her, their hard cocks offered to her to suck and play with. The final photograph depicted Irene sucking Aaron’s cock while one of the other men fucked her from behind, the rest of the group standing around, waiting their turn.

The final pieces of the puzzle were finally coming together, shedding light on the complex dynamics of their shared history. The reason Sue had broken up with Aaron — and the reason why she’d fallen out with her mother — was because Irene had an affair with the photographer.

My head was spinning as I shoved the pictures back in their envelope and returned them to the cupboard where she’d hidden them. My cock was throbbing in my pants. Irene had a beautiful curvy body, but I really shouldn’t be thinking about that. I needed to get away and think about what I’d just seen and learned. This changed everything.

I left the kitchenette, returning to the door that led into our house and then stopped. I couldn’t leave this alone. I needed to know exactly what happened between Irene and Aaron, and more importantly how it happened. I could talk to Irene now, she was in her bedroom and Sue was still out shopping but a direct confrontation would embarrass and shame her. I couldn’t do that, so I considered a more subtle approach.

The notion of engaging Irene in casual conversation began to take shape in my mind. A subtle inquiry might coax some of the well-guarded secrets from her. My thoughts drifted to the chance encounter with Aaron at the pub the previous night, a man whose involvement in Sue and Irene’s lives ran deeper than I had ever known. Perhaps, if I mentioned this encounter to Irene, it could be the key to unlocking the truth.

“Phil?” Irene said then, yanking me from my thoughts. I hadn’t seen her bedroom door open and now she saw me, standing in the half-open door between our house and the extension.

“Hi, Irene,” I said, then with a nonchalant tone, “I was just coming to check if you were okay and to tell you about something.”

“Would you like a cup of tea?” Sue’s mother replied with a smile, heading back into the kitchen. I noticed her glance at the cupboard as if making sure that she closed the door and secured her secret properly.

“Sure,” I nodded, following her and sitting down at the table. “So… I ran into a man named Aaron last night at the pub, Irene. It was quite unexpected.”

Irene’s reaction was immediate, her eyes widening with a flicker of anxiety that betrayed her composure. She stuttered slightly as she replied, “A-Aaron, you say?”

I nodded, carefully observing her every gesture as she continued making the two cups of tea she’d started. “Yes, I recognised him and got talking to him. Then he mentioned that he knew Sue but didn’t realise I was her husband. Quite a coincidence, don’t you think?”

“You recognised him?” Irene’s unease was palpable, her voice quivering as she responded, “Aaron…. from the photographs?”

“Yes. I know, it’s quite a coincidence.” I pressed on gently. “From talking to him, it seems like there’s more to the story than what I realised.”

Irene hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. Finally, she sighed and confessed, “Yes, Aaron and Susan… they used to be together, but it didn’t end well. As I mentioned, it’s a part of the past we’d rather forget.”

“Yes, he told me about the breakup,” I continued vaguely, waiting for Irene to bite and offer me a better explanation than she’d given me last time. “And the part you played in it.”

She glanced at the cupboard again, frowning for a moment, then took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling inside her sweater. “He told you about us?” she said in a level tone, fixing her eyes on mine.

A brief pause hung in the air before I gently pressed on, “You and Aaron… was it a one-off thing or a full-blown affair?”

“Sue went on a vacation with her father,” Irene sighed, her voice tinged with remorse. “It was right after we’d separated, and she wanted to spend time with him. I was alone and lonely, and Aaron invited me over. One thing led to another.”

“Right,” I nodded, trying to maintain a composed facade. “And she found out when she came back, I guess?”

“Not right away,” Irene’s eyes were downcast, emotion clouding her expression. “You see, I didn’t know about the photographs then. I hadn’t found them at this point. Aaron took… photographs… of him and me together, during our brief affair. I thought that was something he’d just done with me. Then, right before Susan came back, I was tidying her room, ready for her to come home and I found them. Her photos, with Aaron and I… well, I lost my temper. When she did arrive home, we talked about him and I told her I didn’t want her to see him any more. I told her I’d seen the photographs of him and she was so embarrassed that I immediately felt guilty.”

“I can imagine,” I breathed. This was worse than I thought.

Irene finished making the tea and handed me a hot cup of the steaming brew. “We talked and I thought things were going to be okay but then the worst thing possible happened-”

“She found your photographs?” I guessed.

“Yes,” Irene confirmed, taking a sip of her tea while keeping her eyes averted. “And that was it. She broke up with Aaron and moved out. She barely spoke to me for years afterwards, until her father died. You know the rest.”

“Wow,” I breathed, feeling a mixture of sympathy and astonishment. “Now, it all makes sense.”

“This is why I didn’t want you to talk to her about it,” Irene admitted, her tone heavy with regret. “It was a difficult time for all of us, Aaron included.”

The man had seemed fairly nonchalant about it last night, but I could imagine him being upset at the time. Should I go back to the pub next week to tell him I knew the truth? No, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Well, thank you for explaining,” I said, draining my cup of the rest of the tea. “Sue will be back soon from shopping, so I guess I should leave you to… whatever it was that you were doing.”

Irene’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but I didn’t press further. I rose from my seat and left her at the kitchen table, allowing her to dwell on her thoughts and regrets. What did I do now? I’d wanted to tell Sue about Aaron, that I knew about her past and accepted it, even that I was curious to know more but now, it seemed that might not be a good idea.

Before my wife could return with her arms laden with shopping, I headed into the bedroom and retrieved the photos one more time and jerked off to them to relieve the aching hard-on that I’d been nursing to some degree since seeing Irene’s younger naked body and her sucking cock and being fucked. It felt wrong to jerk off to my mother-in-law, so I did it instead to the images of my wife doing the same thing.

I finished, shooting my load into my hand, right before I heard the front door open and Sue call out that she was home. Quickly, I returned the photographs to their hiding place and darted to the bathroom to clean up.

As we organized the groceries together, I managed to keep my newfound knowledge locked away, hiding the rising anxiety that gripped me. I wondered how best to proceed from here, and my thoughts gravitated back to the diaries I had temporarily forgotten about. Perhaps they would offer guidance on how to navigate the complexities of Sue’s past.

Then, that night, in bed, everything changed. We’d had an uneventful afternoon, even when Irene came over to claim the items from the shop that were hers. I admired Irene’s coolness when talking to me and Sue. It was as though the conversation we’d just a few hours ago had never happened. I wondered how often she’d masturbated the images of Aaron and her over the years. She’d obviously kept her own photos all this time but had she always used them as a way of satisfying herself or was it the recent events that had reminded her and caused her to revisit the past just recently?

Either way, it didn’t matter and once I was in bed, enjoying the heat of my wife pressed against me as she slid closer, I managed to push the thoughts of her mother from my mind.

“I keep thinking about last night,” Sue murmured, her fingers playing lightly across my bare chest. “You were like a man possessed. I liked it.”

“I was horny,” I shrugged. “And drunk.”

“It made me think,” Sue continued. She was wearing a thin, white, T-shirt and I could see the shadow and shape of her nipples poking through as she shifted, leaning against me and gazing into my eyes intently. “Do you know what I’d like to do?”

“No,” I shrugged, enjoying the sight of her as she pushed a lock of dark hair behind her ear and licked her lips seductively. “What?”

“This might seem… out of left field,” she started, then hesitated, “But I’d like to take some naughty pictures of us. You know… in bed.”

That caught me off guard. I’d thought about suggesting the same thing just last night but the diaries and then the event with Irene had taken my thoughts elsewhere. She laughed at the surprise evident on my face.

“I know it’s a bit out of the blue,” she continued, grinning at my expression even though she was starting to blush, “But last night, I was reading through my old diaries — you know the ones you found in my mother’s stuff — and it reminded me of something I used to do with my ex-boyfriend.”

This was it. She was confessing.

“Go on,” I prompted her, my blood beginning to rush around my veins noisily.

“He liked to take photos of me,” she explained, her cheeks turning even redder. “And I quite liked it too. Nothing too… out there, you know? And I just thought we could try it.”

Nothing too out there? I knew differently but wasn’t going to tell her. Not now that was starting to tell me about her past.

“Sure,” I nodded slowly, wondering what path was best to take here. “You never talk much about your past, so that’s a fun thing to hear. You’ll have to tell me more about this ex-boyfriend and these photos. They sound fun.”

“It was fun,” she nodded, biting her lip in thought before continuing. “But a long time ago. So I thought we could do something like that.”

“I see,” I nodded, detecting that she wasn’t quite ready to delve into the details of her past. “So… what kind of photos?”

Sue’s cheeks retained a rosy hue as she considered her response. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice laden with a hint of desire. “Well, you know, nothing too explicit or outlandish. Just something to spice things up between us.”

I arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Spice things up, huh? You have something specific in mind?” A rush of anticipation coursed through me as I realized where this conversation was heading.

Her gaze remained locked on mine, and her fingers continued their tantalizing exploration of my chest. “I was thinking about… maybe even a video. Of my sucking you. You going down on me. Of us… fucking. Just for us, not to show anyone else.”

“I think I’d like that,” I grinned, feeling my cock harden beneath the sheets.

Sue had a playful glint in her eyes now. “ I thought it could be exciting.”

“And who would take these photos?” I clarified. “Do we take them ourselves or-”

“Of course we take them,” Sue’s lips curled into a seductive smile, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Although if you know anyone…”

“What?” My pulse quickened as her words washed over me. “I mean… I’m open to the idea but-”

“I’m joking,” Sue chuckled softly, her fingers tracing a path down my abdomen. “We’ve got a camera with a timer function on it, or we could just use our phones.”

“Either works,” I agreed. “When do you want to start? Now?”

Sue’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, and she leaned in to plant a lingering kiss on my lips. “Yes. How about tonight? I’m in the mood to create some memories.”

I nodded and Sue got up, retrieving the camera from a drawer next to the wardrobe that secretly held her old photos. She turned it on, checking the battery levels, her nipples still sticking prominently through the thin t-shirt.

“Let’s do this,” she giggled, placing it on the chair next to the bed. Then she returned to me, pulling the cover away and tugging down my boxer shorts to reveal my erection standing proudly against my lower abdomen. “Oh, you’re hard already.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, reaching to the bedside cabinet for my phone as my wife lifted the T-shirt up and over her head, revealing her nakedness beneath. I wanted to take some photos too. This was going to be fun.

Chapter 7 (the final chapter) is out now!

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