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 teaching statistics. Now I'm going 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 I had sexual relations 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 had sex… Because it was a dance school, there weren't many classes. What did I do during the day? I would stay home alone after waking up every day. I secretly borrowed some Nordic adult films from my girlfriend. I became obsessed with those muscular men and their relentless male advances... To be honest, I'd already bought a vibrator and a dildo back then, but I hid them well, and he never found out. The ever-increasing lust within me = infidelity!

My husband wasn't usually strict with me. I only needed to say "I'm going out for a bit" when I went out. He never asked where I was going. He trusted me completely. Perhaps in his eyes, I, a woman who taught others refined arts, couldn't possibly be associated with sex or promiscuity.

Actually, I usually went out with men and women to dance halls. I liked dancing. I also liked going to disco. The temptations, sexual provocations, and innuendos were everywhere there. Many men would grope me on the dance floor. I turned a blind eye, as long as it didn't touch sensitive areas, I was fine with it.

But these activities only fueled my inner desires. I was so popular, so many men were 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 to him, saying a girlfriend was hospitalized and I needed to go visit her. I might not be back until Sunday. My face was burning red after saying 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 at the time, my reasoning was: even if I wasn't physically unfaithful, my heart had already strayed. Why wouldn't I?

That day, I had my ballet practice clothes and shoes in my bag. I took a taxi to the man's house; it was a large duplex. Three men were already waiting for me there. They were all his friends. And this man was actually the father of a 12-year-old girl I taught.

All three men were very burly. I was excited the moment I saw them. When they touched me, I was already paralyzed, my heart pounding. I only thought about them taking me as soon as possible.

For over 30 hours, except for a 6-hour nap, we made love the whole time. They even made me wear my ballet costume but wouldn't let me wear underwear. We kept making love like that...

I have to admit, while having sex with other men, I didn't think about anything except excitement and pleasure. But once I stopped, I would think of my husband alone at home, watching TV aimlessly. I also felt a little guilty...

When that man drove me to my apartment complex on Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I hadn't showered. My body and private parts smelled of another man. There was even traces of his semen in my vagina! My mouth had also been used to kiss another man... My breasts, waist, and thighs were covered in scratches from another man.

Walking into the house like this, it was incredibly difficult to face my husband's ignorant yet innocent smile.

When I entered the house, he was reading in the study. He came out, glanced at me, and then went back inside. I quickly went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and showered for a full hour!

That night, my husband made sexual advances. I didn't refuse him. 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?

My husband needs his own time, so I often have time to myself on weekends. For those six months, I went to see that man every week for sex. Until later, I got pregnant with another man's child. And, what's worse, one of the men, after falling out with two other men and cutting off all contact, actually 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 really a pervert!

But, what I didn't expect was that 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 at that moment!

But, my body had been taken by him. And it wasn't just once; it was already unhygienic. How could I, dressed all in black, have the nerve to call someone 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 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 of the hospital 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 still couldn't resist going to see that man and his friend... And at this 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... My husband still didn't realize anything. And even if he did find out, he would think it was his own. Oh, my husband.

By this time, my heart had become wild, but also peaceful. I could even have sex with other men 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 modeled for many photographers (mostly amateurs). I was also one of the earliest participants in body painting in Hefei. And my husband still didn't know any of this. He only had books and his students in his eyes! I even wished he knew, wished he understood what I needed! I wished he valued it! I wished 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 going to visit relatives in Shanghai. For those two months, I stayed at the home of a photographer I knew before. He was single, and we made love every day. He even took many beautiful photos of us having sex. He also posted some of my nude photos and close-ups of our sex photos (which had been edited) online. Surprisingly, I felt 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. He only felt a sense of conquest when he did. He also pervertedly asked me if I missed my husband, and who was better, him or my husband. Once, during sex, he even took out my phone and wanted me to call my husband…

He was insane. He even introduced me to two other photographers. We slept with them twice. They liked watching me pose like a ballerina and having sex with them. But I didn't really like Shanghai or them. Two months later, I went back to Hefei.

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

In the first half of 2004, I had sex with two more online friends. One of them even wrote to our house, telling my husband, "Your wife let me sleep with her!" My husband still didn't believe it, thinking it was a student prank! He even called me Snow White! (Because I'm very fair-skinned.) Oh, husband.

Until June, I got pregnant, this time with my husband's child. I'm very sure because I made those other friends use condoms when we had sex, and I also used a vaginal suppository and took some orally. Besides, I timed it precisely. There shouldn't be any mistake. I can feel that it's my husband's child.

This time, to make up for what I did 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 along with the joy of becoming a mother. My husband is now the dean of a college at his university and also works as an IPO consultant for several companies. He's making more money. Haha, men with money have a different 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 and somewhat comforted.

Men and women, sex and love—I keep them very separate.

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

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'm going to tell you about some things that happened to me from 2000 to 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 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, I don't have many classes. What do I do during the day? I stay home alone every day after I wake up. I secretly borrowed some Nordic porn films from my girlfriend. I became obsessed with those muscular men and their continuous male assaults… 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. The ever-increasing lust within me, fueled by the vibrating dildo, equals infidelity!

My husband isn't usually strict with me. I only 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. 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 love dancing. I also love going to disco. The allure, sexual provocation, and suggestive remarks are everywhere there. 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 only 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 time I cheated on my husband, it was huge.

Really huge. I should say I cheated on him three times in one go.

That Friday night, I lied to him, saying a 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 more. Because the reason I gave myself at the time was: even if I didn't cheat physically, my heart had already cheated. Why shouldn't I?

That day, I also had my ballet practice clothes and shoes in my bag. I took a taxi to that man's house; it was a large duplex. There were already three men waiting for me in the house. They were all his friends. This man was actually the father of a 12-year-old girl I was teaching.

All three men were very burly. I was instantly aroused. When they touched me, I was completely dazed, my heart pounding. I only wanted them to possess me quickly.

For over 30 hours, except for a 6-hour nap, we made love continuously. They even made me wear ballet clothes but wouldn't let me wear underwear. We kept making love like that…

I must admit, while having sex with other men, I didn't think about anything except excitement and pleasure. But once it stopped, I would think of my husband alone at home, bored watching TV. I also felt a little guilty…

By Sunday afternoon, when the man drove me to my apartment complex, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. And I hadn't showered. My body and all that area smelled of other men. There was even traces of another man's semen in my vagina! My mouth had also been kissed by another man, with my mouth... My breasts, waist, and thighs were covered in scratches from another man

. Walking into the house like this, it was incredibly difficult to face my husband's ignorant yet innocent smile.

When I entered the house, he was reading in the study. He came out, glanced at me, and then went back inside. I quickly went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and showered for a full hour!

That night, my husband made sexual advances. I didn't refuse him. Perhaps I was too ashamed to refuse. I felt more comfortable and excited than usual. Was it because I had been with another man and then with my husband a few hours later?

Because my husband needs his own time, I often have time to myself on weekends. For six months, I went to see that man every week for sex. Then I got pregnant with another man's child. And, to make matters worse, one of the men, after a falling out with the other two and cutting off all contact, 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 a thing. He just laughed and said maybe it was a prank, and went back to sleep. I hated that man so much!

But he had already taken my body, and not just once; I was no longer pure. How could I, with my own dirty past, have the nerve to call him a crow?

My husband found out about the pregnancy, 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 it! When I left the hospital and saw his concerned face, I was deeply moved. I 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 still couldn't resist going to see that man and his friend... And at this 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... 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 time, my heart had become wild, but also peaceful. I could actually have sex with other men at the same time. While trying to control my breathing and moans, I answered my husband's call. I knew I had completely separated sex from love.

Later, I became obsessed with being a nude model. I modeled for many photographers (mostly amateurs). I was also one of the earliest participants in body painting in Hefei. And my husband still didn't know any of this. He only had books and his students in his eyes! I even wished he knew, wished he understood what I needed! I wished he valued it! I wished 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 going to visit relatives in Shanghai. For those two months, I stayed at the home of a photographer I knew before. He was single, and we made love every day. He even took many beautiful photos of us making love. He also posted some of my nude photos and close-ups of our lovemaking photos (which had been edited) online. But I was actually very proud of it. I felt like I hadn't wasted my life as a woman. And this photographer was crazy; he never let me use contraception. He always had to ejaculate inside me. He only felt a sense of conquest when he ejaculated inside me. He also pervertedly asked me if I missed my husband, and who was better, him or my husband. Once, during sex, he even took out my phone and wanted me to call my husband…

He was insane. He even introduced me to two other photographers. We slept together twice. They liked watching me pose like a ballerina while we slept. But I didn't really like Shanghai or them. Two months later, I went back to Hefei.

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

In the first half of 2004, I had relationships with two more online friends. One of them even wrote to our house, telling my husband, "Your wife let me sleep with her!" My husband still didn't believe it, thinking it was just a student prank! He even called me Snow White! (Because I'm very fair-skinned.) Sigh. Husband.

Until June, I got pregnant, this time with my husband's child. I'm very sure because I made those friends use condoms when we had sex, and I also used "Wife's Friend" vaginal suppositories and took some orally. Besides, I timed it precisely. There shouldn't be any mistake. I can feel that it's my husband's child.

This time, to make up for what I did 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 along with the joy of becoming a mother. My husband is now the dean of a college at his university and also works as an IPO consultant for several companies. He's making more money. Haha, men with money have a different 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—I keep them very separate.

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

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