So, who had she been fucking?
Just guys who liked free pussy & a pretty face!
[Feeling wanted can make a girl feel desirable & worthwhile when she doesn't have much for breasts or self-esteem.]

Well, she took great delight in getting this first batch off her chest after being married to me for 7 years! She seemed to speak as a new "alter" of a multiple-personality only hinted at. She rather gleefully gave me graphic details I asked for but, probably, shouldn't have.

Alexander was the son of a neighbor-lady treated as an aunt by Raquel's family; he was sort of a "primo" (cousin). But, there were other blood-related cousins who regularly fucked her pussy, too! Two brothers across the street were her first cousins; these young men were rather queer choices, so let's just call them "Salsa" and "Tea." But I imagine one brother told the other about the free and available, tight pussy of the smaller, younger Raquel. A more distant cousin was named "Gallito" -- his mother's trailer was on Raquel's way home from Laredo Junior College. This became a regular stop because Gallito's madre was always at work in the afternoons when Raquel wanted to stop for a little familial cock! She may have thought she "was getting an education" in the terms of the day, but playing the whore literally fucked over her college education. There are only so many hours in a day to study for school and tests. No one was providing sufficient parenting.

Interestingly, Raquel's "fuck-buddies" were often guys who lived close to her parents' house. It seems to me that the male relatives passed the carnal knowledge about Raquel around her extended family -- I wouldn't be surprised now to discover that she had fucked every male cousin she knew! It would make sense of some of the strange, little details I noticed in the interpersonal relationships with other cousins. Like "Payaso," the intelligent, artistic brother of cousin Alicia who lived next door. It would not surprise me if Raquel had done Payaso because there has always been an awfully close relationship with him. After our divorce, it occurred to me that Payaso had laughed with a strange vindictiveness the moment I split my jeans jumping down from a fence on the ranch while we were ear-marking calves years before. That laugh didn't fit our friendly relationship. It was out-of-character and that single instance of laughter perplexed me for years. It makes sense now interpreted as jealousy. Payaso later gave Raquel the only job she could find in Laredo (receptionist in his dental office) after she absconded with our younger son so I could not visit him. That job was in a new office that Payaso had built next door to his & Raquel's parents' homes -- strangely close to where so much of Raquel's sexuality had unfolded & unraveled. Two unrelated memories can start to reveal a pattern.

Let's see... who else? Oh yes, there was "J" whose Christian name Raquel called me softly one night when WE were fucking. I was so new to this all. I asked her "What?" and she passed it off by denying she had moaned anything. Raquel's parents knew "J," but they called him by his Anglo name which also started with a "J." If you are a truth-teller, you are vulnerable to terrible manipulations by anyone who does not tell the truth, much less anyone who is a compulsive liar or sociopath. Look for the bigger picture -- if a little piece of the picture is fucked up, the bigger picture may also be! There IS a best time to decide things are a mistake & to "cut your losses." Of course, it involves being judgmental & evaluating objects of your affection; but, in these matters, "Better late than never!" is truly notwithstanding.