[Cuckolding her husband] (A promiscuous woman's confession)

I'm 26 years old and a teacher at a dance school in Hefei

. I teach ballet. My husband is a university

professor teaching statistics. Now I want to tell you about

some things that happened to me between 2000 and the first half of 2004.

I'm not a naturally promiscuous woman. However, before I met my husband, I had already had three

boyfriends and had sex with all of them. As a young girl, after experiencing the pleasure and sweetness of sex, my heart really

started to flutter.

My husband is a good man; otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen him from among so many suitors.

But, to be honest, when we made love… because it's a dance school, I don't have many classes. What did I do

during the day ? I stayed home alone every day after getting up.

I secretly borrowed some Nordic AV films from my girlfriend. I became obsessed with those muscular men and

their continuous male assault… To be honest, I had already bought a vibrator and a dildo by then,

but I hid them very well, and he never found out. AV vibrator dildo, ever-increasing lust =

infidelity !

My husband isn't usually strict with me. I just need to say "I'm going out for a bit" when I go out. He never

asks where I'm going. He trusts me completely. Maybe in his eyes, a woman who teaches others refined arts wouldn't

have anything to do with sex or promiscuity.

Actually, I usually go out with men and women to nightclubs. I like

dancing . I also like going to discos. The temptations and sexual advances there are everywhere. Many men

grope me on the dance floor. I turn a blind eye; as long as they don't touch my sensitive areas, I'm fine

.

But these activities really fuel my inner desires. I'm so popular, so many men are

willing… Life is so short, life is so full of suffering. Why can't I find my own happiness?

The first cuckolding I gave my husband was huge.

Really huge. I should say I gave him three at once.

That Friday night, I lied and said a friend was hospitalized and I needed to go visit her. I might not be back until Sunday.

After saying that, my face was burning red. But he still believed me. He trusted me too much. The moment I closed

the door and left, I felt a pang of regret. But my desire was too strong. I knew I needed sex even more.

Because my reasoning at the time was: even if I didn't cheat physically, my heart had already cheated. Why shouldn't I

?

That day, I had my ballet practice clothes and shoes in my bag. I took a taxi to that man's house, a rather large

duplex .

There were already three men waiting for me in the house. They were all his friends. And this man

was the father of a 12-year-old girl I taught.

These three men were all very burly. I was excited the moment I saw them. When they touched me, I was already paralyzed,

my heart was pounding. I only thought about them taking me as soon as possible.

For more than 30 hours, except for a 6-hour nap, we kept making love. They even

made me wear my ballet costume, but wouldn't let me wear underwear. Making love like that...

I have to admit, while making love with other men, I didn't think about anything

except . But once I stopped, I would think of my husband watching

TV . I also felt a little guilty…

By Sunday afternoon, when that man drove me to my apartment complex, I was

exhausted, . I hadn't showered. My body and surroundings smelled of another man. There was even traces of

his semen in my vagina! My mouth had been used to kiss

another covered in scratches…

Walking through the door like this, it was incredibly difficult to face my husband's innocent yet oblivious

smile.

When I entered the house, he was reading in the study. He glanced at me and then went back inside. I

quickly went back to my room, closed the door, and showered for a full hour!

That night, my husband made sexual advances. I didn't refuse. Perhaps I was too ashamed to refuse. I felt more comfortable and excited

than usual . Was it because I had

sex with another man and then with my husband a few hours later?

Because my husband needed his own time, I often had time for myself on weekends. For the next six months, I

went to see that man every week for sex. Until later, I got pregnant with another man's child. And, to make

matters , one of the men, who had fallen out with two other men and stopped seeing them,

called my house in the middle of the night and told my husband, "I slept with your wife! She's slept with so many men!

You bastard !" He was truly a pervert!

But, to my surprise, my husband didn't suspect me at all. He just laughed and said maybe it was a

prank and went back to sleep. I really hated that man!

But he had already taken my body, and not just once; I was no longer pure. How could I, covered in my own filth

, have the nerve to curse someone else?

My husband found out about the pregnancy, and I didn't want to hide it. He thought it was his and was very agitated. But I used the excuse that

I needed to maintain my figure for my dance career and insisted on having an abortion. My husband even paid for the abortion! When I

came out and saw my husband's concerned face, I was deeply moved. I also resolved to stop being promiscuous.

For the next two months, I was very considerate of my husband and didn't contact any other men. But… maybe

people will call me shameless. I couldn't resist going to see that man and his friend... and at the same time,

I also had sex with the husband of a former junior high school classmate. And it happened in my own home,

in the bed I slept in with my husband. There were still traces of that man's semen on the sheets...

and my husband still didn't notice anything. Even if he did find out, he would assume it was his own

. Oh, my husband.

By this point, my heart had become wild, but also peaceful. I could actually have sex with another man

while trying to control my breathing and moans to answer my husband's calls. I knew I had completely

separated sex from love.

Later, I became obsessed with being a nude model. I posed as a nude model for many photographers (mostly amateurs).

I was a model. And one of the earliest body painting participants in Hefei. My husband still doesn't know any of this. He

only his books and his students! I even wish he knew, wish he understood what I needed! I wish he valued it!

I wish he was in pain!

During that time, I took a two-month vacation in Shanghai. I went alone, lying to my husband that I was visiting relatives.

For those two months, I stayed at the home of a photographer I knew before. He was single, and we made love every day.

We even took many beautiful photos of us making love. He also posted some of my nude photos and close-up shots of us making love (which had been

edited) online.

But I felt incredibly proud. I felt like I hadn't wasted my time as a woman. And this photographer was crazy

; never let me use contraception. He always had to ejaculate inside me. Only then did he feel a sense of conquest. He even

pervertedly asked me if I missed my husband, and who was better between him and my husband. Once, while we were making love, he even took out my phone and wanted

me to call my husband…

He was insane. He also introduced me to two other photographers. We made love twice more.

They liked watching me pose like a ballerina while we made love. But I didn't really like Shanghai or them. Two months later, I returned to

Hefei.

In 2003, I was very "honest" and only slept with one online friend.

In the first half of 2004, I had relations with two more online friends.

One of them even wrote to our house, telling my husband, "Your wife has been slept with by me!" My husband

still didn't believe it, thinking it was a prank by one of his students! He even called me Snow White! (Because I'm very

fair ) Sigh. Husband.

Until June, I got pregnant, this time with my husband's child. I was very sure because I made

those sex, and I also used "Wife's Friend" vaginal suppositories and

took some orally.

Besides, I calculated the dates precisely. There shouldn't be any mistake. I could feel that it was my husband's child.

This time, to make up for it to my husband, and besides, I'm 26 now, I decided to give birth.

I haven't contacted any other men for six months. My desires seem to

have cooled down with the joy of becoming a mother. My husband is now the dean of a college at his university. He also works part-time as

a listing consultant for several companies. His money has gradually increased. Haha, men with money have a unique kind of sexiness.

I know he has other women, but I don't care at all. That's what he should do. His behavior actually makes me feel

at ease, somewhat comforted.

Men and women, sex and love, are clearly separated.

I will never sleep with another man again. I swear! I love my husband as much as he loves me.

Perhaps posting this here isn't appropriate, but I'm posting it anyway. Let's discuss how I should live

my life . Have any of you had similar experiences of infidelity? Can you share your stories? Now, the more I hear others talk about their infidelity

, the less guilty I feel.

You can also give me financial advice. We currently have a 130-square-meter apartment allocated by the school,

a Santana 2000, and savings of about 200,000 yuan. We have no mortgage burden. My monthly

income is 4,000 yuan, and my husband's is about 10,000 yuan. We're doing quite well in Hefei. Our daily expenses aren't actually

that high because Hefei is very cheap.

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