Randomly met wife’s Ex BF

She always told me the same thing. One boyfriend before me. High school sweetheart. They dated two years. She only ever slept with him. That was it. Clean little story.

I believed it.

Then one afternoon at the Navy Exchange I ran into this guy who’d been stationed in Hawaii, at my last post, there a couple years before I showed up. We got to talking. Names, who we knew.

I said, “You ever run into a girl named Susy around there?”

He laughed. Not a polite laugh. The kind that comes from the chest.

“Know her? Man, we dated for like five months. She was a good lay. We fucked everywhere. In the barracks, her place with family in next room, that cheap motels. She was a hottie. Couldn’t get enough.”

I just stood there holding a pack of socks.
He looked at me. “How do you know her?”
I said, “She’s my wife.”

He blinked. Then he grinned and said, “Damn. Lucky.”

That was not the boyfriend she told me about.

That night I asked her. Quiet. No yelling. Just “Who was he?”

She got quiet. Looked at the floor. Said she didn’t want to talk about it.

So now I sit here wondering how many more there were. How many other guys walked around that place talking about my wife like that. How many cocks she took before she decided I was the one who only needed to know about one.