(This is a short "scene". A husband-and-wife deal with an ex-boyfriend who wants a shot at the wife, against the wishes of the wife. And spoiler alert, the ex-boyfriend picked the wrong couple to mess with. Thank you to LPN for his proof reading and read through. Any mistakes are mine and as always don't look for a cuckold in my stories.)
The ex-boyfriend.
I knew that arsehole was trouble, because he was my wife's boyfriend from our college days. She dumped him for me for cheating on her constantly. Why? I have no idea. Back in college, she was tall, slim with long blond hair and medium-sized breasts, and as my wife is 15 years older, in my view even better now than at college.
My wife's name is Carrie, and she works for a Professor at a nearby college. This particular evening, a Friday evening, Carrie had called me and told me that her ex-boyfriend was outside in the car park waiting for her. Her boss had already left leaving her to lock up. There were only the cleaners remaining, so she was feeling a little worried about what he might do.
I told Carrie I would be there as soon as I could. I took our children to my parents, just in case something happened, and I just told them my wife and I had to sort something out.
Carrie has told me several times she is not happy about him being at the same college as she is, and she is almost certain he would try something. But as her boss said, he doesn't have a police record and he passed all the various background checks. So apart from being obnoxious, no one can do anything about him.
He has been at the college for 4 weeks and so far, he has not done or said anything to worry her, apart from saying hello with a smirk on his face when they passed. We both know the reason he is here.
Carrie texted me each time he approached her or said something to her, and until now, he has not said anything to concern her. He was obviously going to try something.
I pulled into the carpark and parked a few spaces away from my wife's car. I Stepped out of my pickup still dressed in my work gear, which includes my steel toe capped boots.
He was looking at his phone typing something, and I was almost next to him before he looked up.
He smirked at me. "Gary, nice to see you after all these years. I see you lost the fight with your hair. But the shaved head look works for you. I see your dress sense has not improved," he said looking me up and down.
I just looked back at him. I didn't say anything I just continued looking at him.