"Well, there were also..."

"I also had incidents with Lenny the boy down the street, Raul from the gym, and a man you wouldn't know by the name of Lawrence. But I am only going to tell you about one of them tonight, then we are going to bed and we can get back to this later." I could see a little wet patch forming under her crotch when she moved her hand aside, but she replaced it quickly.

I want to respond, I want to yell with anger, and most of all I want to ball my wife's brains out. What should I do?