At about the six month mark in our relationship - long ago - my (now) ex confessed to me that shortly after we’d started dating, when she went back home for a couple weeks around the holidays she saw an old friend / fuck buddy.

She at first confessed just to seeing him. And then with some pushing to making out with him. And with more pushing that she blew him. And then that she’d fucked him. As each layer got pulled back she was discovering my love of her hot past. Discovering that I wasn’t one bit the jealous type.

So she begins to understand I like the stories. Like the details. And I want more. So we fuck a few times in the coming days while she indulges me. It’s fantastic.

Then one night she confessed she’d left out a few big details.

Turns out the story with the ex is true but there were two other guys there. Turns out this ex of sorts lived in her apt complex back in the day with two other guys. Turns out that the reunion was her and all three guys.

She finally admits that back in college when she knew them, the four of them would hang out, get high, and she’d just sorta fuck around with any and all of them. Extremely casual. So when she’d gone home to visit a few years later, the reunion was a one on three where she said she spent most of the night getting spit roasted.

And that was the beginning of a dozen years of debauchery.....