She cheated on her husband, but he was completely unaware.

I'm 26 years old and a teacher at a dance school in Hefei. I teach ballet. My husband is a university professor who teaches statistics. Now I'd like to share some stories about my life from 2000 to the first half of 2004.
I'm not a naturally promiscuous woman. However, before I met my husband, I had three boyfriends, and I 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 have sex… Because it's a dance school, classes aren't many. What do I do during the day? I stay home alone every morning after waking up. I secretly borrowed some Scandinavian adult films from my girlfriend. I became obsessed with those muscular men and their relentless male assault… To be honest, I bought a vibrator and a dildo back then, but I hid them well, and he never found out. Adult films + vibrator + dildo + ever-increasing lust = infidelity!
My husband isn't usually very strict with me. I just need to say "I'm going out for a bit" when I go out, and he never asks where I'm going. He trusts me completely. Perhaps in his eyes, a woman who teaches others refined arts wouldn't be associated with sex or promiscuity.
Actually, I usually go out with men and women to dance halls. I like dancing. I also like going to disco. The temptations, sexual provocations, and innuendos are everywhere there. Many men will grope me on the dance floor. I turn a blind eye, as long as they don't touch my sensitive areas, I'm fine with it.
But these kinds of activities only fueled the desires within me. 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 time I gave my husband a green hat (a symbol of infidelity), it was a huge one.
It was really big. You could say they gave him three at once.
That Friday night, I lied to him, saying my girlfriend was in the hospital and I needed to go visit her. I might not be back until Sunday. My face was burning red after I said that, but he still believed me. He trusted me too much. The moment I closed the door and left, I really regretted it. 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 the man's house, which was a large duplex. There were already three men waiting for me inside. They were all his friends. And this man was actually the father of a 12-year-old girl I taught.
These three men were all very burly. I was thrilled the moment I saw them. When they touched me, I was completely limp, my heart pounding. All I wanted was for them to possess me quickly.
For over 30 hours, except for a 6-hour nap, we made love the whole time. They even made me wear a ballet costume but wouldn't let me wear underwear. We just kept making love like that...
I have to admit, while having sex with other men, I wasn't thinking about anything except excitement and pleasure. But once it stopped, I would think of my husband alone at home watching TV, bored. And I felt a little guilty.
By Sunday afternoon, when the man drove me to my apartment complex, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I hadn't showered, and I smelled of another man. There was even trace of his semen inside my vagina! I had also kissed another man, with my mouth… My breasts, waist, and thighs were covered in scratches and bruises from his grasp.
As someone like me, it was really hard to face my husband's ignorant yet innocent smile the moment I stepped through the door.
When I entered the house, he was reading alone in the study. He came out, glanced at me, and then went back inside. I quickly returned to my room, closed the door, and spent a full hour showering in the bathroom!
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. Could it be because I had sex with my husband just hours after having sex with another man?
Because my husband needed his own time, I often had weekends to myself. For six months, I went to see that man every week for sex. Then I got pregnant with his child. And what's worse, one of the men, after falling out with two other men and cutting off all contact, called my house one night and told my husband, "I slept with your wife! She's slept with so many men! You bastard!" He's 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, then went back to sleep. I really hated that man at that moment!
But he has taken my body. And not just once; I'm no longer pure. How can I, covered in black, have the nerve to curse a crow?
My husband found out I was pregnant, and I didn't want to hide it. He thought it was his and was very excited. But I insisted on having an abortion, using the excuse that I needed to maintain my figure for my dance career. My husband even paid for the abortion! When I left the hospital and saw his concerned face, I was deeply moved. I also resolved to never be promiscuous again.
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 still 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 my husband and I slept in. There were still traces of that man's semen on the sheets... My husband still didn't notice anything. And even if he did find out, he would assume it was his own. Oh, my husband.
By this point, my heart had become wild, yet also peaceful. I could actually have sex with another man while simultaneously trying to control my breathing and moans to answer my husband's phone call. I knew I had completely separated sex from love.
Later, I became obsessed with being a nude model. I've modeled for many photographers (mostly amateurs). I was also one of the earliest participants in body painting in Hefei. And my husband still doesn't know any of this. He only cares about 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 ourselves making love. He also posted some of my nude photos and close-up shots of us making love (which had been edited) online. Surprisingly, I felt very proud. I felt like I hadn't wasted my time as a woman. And this photographer was crazy; he 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 crazy; he even introduced me to two other photographers. We worked together twice. They enjoyed watching me pose as a ballerina and doing it with them. But I didn't really like Shanghai or them. I went back to Hefei two months later.
In 2003, I was very "honest" and only had one online relationship.
In the first half of 2004, I had relationships with two more people I met online. One of them even wrote to our house, telling my husband, "Your wife got laid to sleep with!" 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-skinned.) Sigh. Husband.
In June, I found out I was pregnant with my husband's child. I'm pretty sure because I made sure those other friends used condoms when we had sex, and I also used a vaginal suppository and took some orally. Besides, I timed it perfectly. There shouldn't be any mistake. I can feel that it's my husband's child.
This time, to make it up to my husband, and besides, I'm 26 now, I've decided to have the baby.
I haven't contacted any other men for six months. My desires seem to have cooled down along with the joy of becoming a mother. My husband is now the dean of a college at his university and also works part-time as a consultant for several companies' IPOs. He's making more money. Heh, men with money have a certain kind of allure.
I know he has another woman, but I don't care at all. It's what he should do. Actually, his behavior makes me feel at ease and somewhat comforted.
Men and women, sex and love. They are clearly separated.
I will never sleep with another man again. I swear! I love my husband as much as he loves me.

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