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I Found a Box of Photos of My Wife… And Her Ex (Chapter 7)

In the aftermath of a revealing night, Phil and Sue find themselves on a path they never thought they’d explore. As explicit photographs stir their passions, Sue’s enigmatic past opens up, leading to decisions that could reshape their future. With a mother-in-law guarding her own mysteries, the fragile balance between truth and temptation teeters on the edge. Dive deeper into the enticing world of Phil and Sue as they navigate the shadows of their desires in the provocative finale of Book One. What awaits them in the next chapter may unravel everything Phil thinks he knows…

Before you get into this, the final chapter, here’s a reminder of what happened in chapter 6…

Chapter 7

“I want a picture of it going in,” Sue reminded me. I was kneeling between her open thighs, thrusting my cock in and out of her soft, smooth pussy and so I reached over to the bedside cabinet, picking up my phone and pointing it downwards.

“There you go,” I replied after taking a couple of photos, my breathing laboured and my voice husky.

“Can you see it?” Sue’s voice trembled with anticipation as I adjusted the angle of the phone, capturing the explicit sight of my throbbing cock sliding into her slick, eager pussy.

“Yes,” I murmured, taking one last picture and then I tossed the phone to the bed and continued to ram into her even harder than before, turned on by the eroticism of what we were doing; capturing our sex on the camera by the foot of the bed and on our phones.

“Make sure you take one of your cum leaking out too,” she instructed me, then wrapped her legs around my back and drew me down on top of her to screw her some more.

I didn’t waste a moment, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace as we thrust together now, Sue pushing back onto me, lost in the raw intensity of our lovemaking. Her legs wrapped around me tighter, pulling me even closer, deeper, urging me to give her more.

As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the crescendo of pleasure built between us, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, I released my pent-up ecstasy deep inside Sue, filling her with my hot, pulsating cum. Our eyes locked in an intimate gaze and then, breathing heavily, I withdrew from her, and we both took a moment to appreciate the sight of my white sperm oozing from her quivering pussy. I snapped a quick, explicit photo as requested and then collapsed onto the rumpled sheets, my body still tingling from the explosive climax.

In the quiet aftermath, we lay side by side, catching our breath and gathering our thoughts. The room was filled with a strange tension. We’d just done something we’d never done before, not so explicitly and deliberately, at least.

“That was incredible,” I murmured eventually, breaking the silence, my voice tinged with satisfaction, my fingers gently tracing circles on my wife’s flushed skin.

Sue turned her head to meet my gaze, her eyes filled with desire, a knowing smile curving her lips. “Yes, it was,” she agreed, her touch sending shivers down my spine as she caressed my chest. “Shall we look at our pictures?”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached for the camera and I picked up my phone, eager to see what we’d captured together. My hands trembled with anticipation as I navigated through the gallery to the oldest picture, Sue doing the same with the camera.

The first camera photograph displayed Sue, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The fingers of one hand were on her nipple, her other hand buried between her legs, her wetness evident and inviting.

In the next batch of photos, the pictures I’d taken captured a few great close-ups of my cock thrusting deep inside Sue’s moist warmth and I felt my softening dick twitch at the sight.

The third lot of images were selfies that Sue had taken, showcasing her flushed face, contorted with pleasure, her eyes gazing into the lens seductively and then in the fourth series of photographs, I’d zoomed in on her swollen clit, getting a nice shot of her smoothly shaven cunt. I’d also got a couple of nice photos of her with my hard dick in her mouth as she’d sucked me eagerly, enjoying the fact that I was taking pictures of her doing it.

The next picture featured my hand wrapped lightly around her throat, fingers leaving a possessive mark on her skin as the sex got rougher and hotter and then the final photographs laid bare Sue’s entire form, her dripping pussy spilling my cum, serving as an enticing invitation for more.

We giggled excitedly as we continued to scroll through the explicit photographs, our shared moments of passion on full display. Our smiles grew wider with each risqué image, and I couldn’t help but playfully comment, “We’re like our own little porn stars, aren’t we?”

Sue giggled in response, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she agreed, “Mmhmm,” she nodded. “I think we’ve maybe outdone the professionals.”

As we bantered about each picture and how sexy they were, I decided to tease Sue gently. With a sly grin, I leaned closer to her and whispered, the blowjob photo in my hand, “You know, looking at this… I can almost imagine that not being my cock in your mouth, but someone else’s.”

Sue’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she playfully swatted my arm. “You’re terrible,” she said, but her eyes betrayed a hint of desire that she couldn’t hide from me. “Stop, before you embarrass me.”

“Embarrass you? This was your idea.” I scrolled through the pictures on my phone while she did the same on the camera until I paused at one with my dick halfway inside her wet pussy. “I guess I kind of know how you’d look now with someone else. For instance, your ex-boyfriend. It’s quite interesting when I think about it.”

“Is it?” Sue frowned at me. When I gazed at her, she was clearly unsettled. Her fingers twitched on the camera screen. “I had a different body back then. It was a long time ago. I didn’t shave my pussy either, so it would have looked a lot different. Plus, Aaron… He… Never mind.”

“Never mind, what?” I shrugged. “It’s okay. You can tell me. You never talk much about your exes. I’d love to know more of what you got up to?”

“Would you?” Sue pushed herself to a sitting position, her large breasts swaying as she propped herself against the headboard. “I could tell you something… but… you might take it the wrong way.”

Finally, I was getting Sue to open up. “I won’t take it the wrong way, I promise,” I reassured her. “Tell me.”

Sue shifted slightly, her gaze distant for a moment. “Well, there was this guy I used to take photos with,” she admitted softly. “The guy I just mentioned… but it didn’t end well.”

I nodded, understanding her hesitation. “I see,” I replied, giving her space to share at her own pace.

Sue continued, her voice tinged with a mix of longing and apprehension. “Part of me wishes I still had those photos, you know? But at the same time, I’d be scared to show them to you. I’m afraid you might judge me.”

“Why do you think I’d judge you?” I asked gently, my curiosity piqued. “What could possibly be in those photos that would make you say that?”

Sue hesitated for a moment before finally answering, her voice barely above a whisper. “I used to be… more adventurous back then, Phil. It’s a part of my past that might shock you if you knew the truth. Maybe if you’d known what I was like before, you wouldn’t have married me. ”

My interest deepened, and I leaned in closer, our breaths mingling. “Sue, that’s crazy. Tell me, I want to know the truth. Whatever it is, it’s in your past. It doesn’t matter now. Please, tell me. You never know, perhaps I’ll get turned on.”

Sue’s eyes met mine, a mix of hesitation and desire flickering within their depths. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling seductively, as she started to recount her past adventures for the first time since we’d gotten married.

“I was so young and naive, Phil,” she began, her voice a sultry whisper. “I wanted to explore, to experience everything. My curiosity led me into some… intense situations. I didn’t just take photos, it was much more than that with him.”

“I’m listening.” My dick was already starting to get hard again as I watched her face, knowing what she was going to say although she had no idea.

“We took photos, Aaron and I,” she confessed, her words dripping with a mix of shame and nostalgia. “I wanted to be worshipped, to have men want me,” she murmured, her breath hitching with every confession. “So I let Aaron show his friends. Then they wanted to be in the photos too.”

She left it hanging there for a moment and I stared at her in shock. I hadn’t known that Aaron had shown his friends, although it went some way towards explaining who the other men were in the photos.

“I’d always had fantasies…“ she began, her cheeks reddening in the dim light of the bedroom. “About being with other men, exploring multiple partners, of being watched.”

I pretended to be surprised, although deep down, I knew her fantasies weren’t uncommon. “Wow, Sue,” I said, feigning amazement. “I had no idea you had such wild fantasies. Do you still have them now?”

She gazed into my eyes, chewing her bottom lip nervously. “They’re just fantasies, Phil,” she reassured me. “I’m very happily married to you. Those thoughts are just… well, they’re just in my head.”

I could tell she was getting flustered, so I decided not to push her any further. Instead, I offered a comforting suggestion. “You said you wished you still had those photos. Well… maybe they’ll turn up someday,” I said gently. “And if they do, perhaps we can look at them together, explore your past, and embrace it as part of our journey.”

“I thought they might be in those boxes we picked up from my mother’s, but they weren’t there,” Sue’s expression softened, and she nodded appreciatively. “I think they’re long since lost. But, if they did turn up, well… that sounds nice, but it’d also be a bit weird. Thank you for being understanding.”

“I’m your husband. It’s us against the world,” I shrugged again, suddenly feeling the cool of the nighttime bedroom air. I pulled the covers over my lower half, hiding my stiffening cock. Sue did the same, drawing them over her hips and I noticed her dark pink nipples were hard, puckered tightly. Then I asked one more question. “You liked your ex, what was his name… Aaron? You liked him showing your pictures to his friends? That’s kind of kinky.”

“I know,” she giggled, licking her lips nervously then lying next to me and pulling the sheet up to her shoulders as she closed her eyes. “I’m tired. We should get some sleep.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “I’m tired too. I was just going to say… Maybe I should show these pictures to one of my friends. Perhaps Dale. I know he’d love to see your body. He’s always fancied you.”

“Dale?” Sue murmured. “Really?”

“Sure,” I suggested, closing my eyes as I felt sleep tugging at my eyelids. “You know we could trust Dale. Would it turn you on, if I did? Like it did with Aaron?”

Sue didn’t answer. Her chest was rising and falling beneath the covers with the rhythm of sleep. Hopefully, we’d talk more about this in the morning. For now, the conversation was done but I wasn’t. I took my cock in my hand and nursed it to full hardness while glancing through the pictures we’d taken. Then with another glance at Sue to make sure she was asleep, I masturbated, not only to the content of our own photos but also to the memories of ones she’d taken with Aaron until, after just a few minutes, I came into my hand. Tonight had been yet another revelation-filled night and I couldn’t wait to see what would happen in the morning when we revisited all of this.

***

The following morning, as I prepared for work after such an eventful weekend, the mix of excitement and unease from the previous night still weighed on my mind. I buttoned up my shirt with deliberate care, the rhythmic movements offering no solace from the thoughts that consumed me. Images of Sue, the explicit photographs, and her past adventures flashed before my eyes. Sue also got up early and while I’d hoped to continue our discussions from the night before, a conversation about our photos or her past didn’t get going before I had to head out.

Throughout the day, I struggled to focus on my job, my mind repeatedly drifting back to Sue and everything we’d discussed last night. I found myself absentmindedly gazing out the window, lost in a sea of contemplation. My colleagues noticed my distraction, but I couldn’t bring myself to share the reasons behind my troubled state.

The clock ticked on, marking the passing hours, but my thoughts remained anchored to the enigmatic world of Sue’s past. As I left work and headed home, I couldn’t shake the anticipation of what the evening might bring but when I arrived, my wife wasn’t there. A note left on the table informed me that she’d decided to visit her sister but would only be an hour or so. It was disappointing but her absence offered a window of opportunity to do something I’d decided on earlier while mulling things over at work.

Quickly, I retrieved the envelope of photographs I had concealed in the wardrobe and with a mix of trepidation and determination, I headed into Irene’s extension, and to the collection of boxes where I’d first discovered these snapshots of Sue’s past escapades. The idea was to stash the photos at the very bottom and then somehow ‘find’ them with Sue tonight. That might prompt her to look at them with me and start the conversation flowing once more.

However, my attempt to return the envelope to its original place did not go unnoticed. As I tried to slip the envelope of photographs back into its former hiding place, the soft creak of the door to Irene’s bedroom made me freeze in my tracks. My mother-in-law stood there, her eyes locking onto mine, her gaze inscrutable.

“Phil, what are you doing?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. There was no point in hiding much from Sue’s mother. She knew more or less everything. “Irene, I… I was putting the pictures back. I thought…”

Irene’s expression remained guarded, but she seemed to understand my unspoken intentions. “You want to keep this from Susan, don’t you? That you’ve seen her photos.”

I nodded, relieved that she understood. “She’s started to open up, Irene. Last night, she told me a little bit about Aaron and the things she used to do.”

“I’ll keep your secret about the photos,” she said softly, touching a stray lock of silver hair that had fallen into her face. She was wearing a tight sweater and jeans and I found myself picturing her naked, like she was in her own pictures that I’d seen yesterday. “Just don’t mention what I told you about Aaron and me.”

“I promise,” I nodded. Our secret agreement hung heavy in the air and I cleared my throat to break the odd silence that developed. “Thank you, Irene.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Just be careful, Phil. You might be opening doors to the past that you can’t close.” Irene shuffled her feet uncomfortably. “Secrets have a way of unravelling.”

“I know,” I replied, closing the box where I’d rehidden the envelope. “I’m being careful and tactful with her.”

Irene studied me for a moment, her expression shifting oddly from amusement to something more serious and then back. “You think you know it all,” she whispered, folding her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up and making them jut through the sweater. “But you don’t know the half of it. Now go and let me have some privacy. You and Sue seem to think you can just walk in here whenever you want. This might be part of your house but it’s where I live now.”

With that, she left me to my thoughts, contemplating what other unknown depths of Sue’s history and secrets might yet lay hidden in the shadows.

As I headed back to our living room, I felt unsettled. My mother-in-law’s parting words had left me with a sense of foreboding, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was telling the truth and even more secrets were lurking beneath the surface.

This new information troubled me so much that I waited until bedtime before even trying to talk to Sue about any of it. When we did finally go to bed, I still couldn’t bring myself to force a conversation about Aaron — or go looking for the photos, as I’d originally planned. Instead, I simply lay there, deep in thought, watching the ceiling fan spin above us until Sue fell asleep beside me.

My mind raced as I replayed the events of the past few days. Sue’s revelations about her past had opened a Pandora’s box of desires and fantasies. It seemed now that the photographs only scratched the surface of her past, and I couldn’t help but wonder what other experiences Sue had tucked away. Perhaps her diaries held the key but I still didn’t know where she’d hidden them.

In the dim light of our bedroom, I turned to look at Sue, her peaceful expression as she slept beside me. The woman I thought I knew so well had become even more of a mystery, and while I’d begun to feel some closure after meeting Aaron and then finally getting Sue to talk last night, now I felt drawn once again to unravel her secrets and that made me fearful of what else I might find out about my beautiful wife.

“What else are you hiding, Sue?” I whispered into the dark before pulling the covers higher as a shiver ran through me.

With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes, knowing that the path I had chosen to tread was filled with uncertainty. Yesterday, I’d felt like this journey was reaching a conclusion but tonight it felt far from over, and I realised that the secrets of Sue and Irene’s past would continue to haunt me until I knew everything.

Don’t worry. That’s not the end! Well, it’s the end of book one, but fear not, book two starts next week as Phil starts to uncover more about his wife’s past. Will he show his friend the photos he took? Did Sue go to see her sister for any particular reason? Will Phil mention to Sue that he met Aaron and what else is Irene hiding? Will the diaries shed some light on things, when Phil eventually finds them?

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