I am not a naturally kinky woman. However, before my husband and I met, I had had three boyfriends and had sex with all of them. After I tasted the joy and sweetness of sex as a teenager, my heart really started to fluctuate a bit.
My husband is a good man, otherwise I would not have chosen him among the many suitors. However, when he made love to me, to be honest ……. Because it is a dance school, there are not many classes during the week. What do I do during the day? I get up every day and stay home alone. I secretly borrowed some Scandinavian AV movies from my girlfriend. I was hooked on those muscular men, and their constant androgynous onslaught. To be honest, I had already bought the vibrator and the dildo since then, only I hid them so well that he never found out.AV+Vibrator+Dildo+Rising lust inside = red herrings!
My husband doesn’t usually watch me too closely. When I go out, I just say “I’m going out”. He never asks me where I am going. He trusts me. Maybe in his eyes, I, a woman who teaches others the fine arts, would not have anything to do with sex and debauchery.
In fact, usually I go out to a cabaret with some men and women. I love to dance. I also like to go to disco, where seduction and sexual teasing and innuendo are everywhere. Many men would eat me on the dance floor. I turn a blind eye to it, and as long as I don’t touch any sensitive parts, I’m fine with it.
But events like this really stoke the fire of lust within me more and more. I’m so popular, so many men are willing. Life is so short, life is so bitter. Why can’t I find my own pleasure?
The first cuckold for my husband was huge.
It’s really big. I should say it gave him three tops at once.
That Friday night, I lied to him that a girlfriend was hospitalized and wanted me to go stay with her. Probably wouldn’t be back until Sunday. My face was actually burning and flushed after saying that. But he believed it anyway. He trusted me too much. The moment I closed the door and went out, I really regretted it a little. But the desire was too strong. I realized that I needed to make love even more. Because at that time I gave myself the reason that even if I didn’t cheat physically, my heart had already cheated. Why wouldn’t I?
That day I also had my ballet practice clothes and shoes in my bag. I took a taxi to the man’s house, which was a big duplex. There were already three men waiting for me in that house. They were all his friends. And this man, in fact, is the father of a 12-year-old girl I teach.
The three men were all very big. My heart was thrilled at the sight. When they touched me, I was already paralyzed and my heart was beating extremely fast. All I could think of was for them to possess me quickly.
For the entire 30+ hours. Except for 6 hours of sleep in between. We had sex the whole time. They made me wear a ballet costume and wouldn’t let me wear panties. We had sex all the time.
I have to admit that during sex with another man, I internally think of nothing but excitement and feelings of comfort. But, once I stop, I think of my husband alone at home bored watching TV. And a little bit of guilt.
By the time the man drove me to the neighborhood where I live on Sunday afternoon. I was physically and mentally exhausted. And unshowered. The smell of another man was all over my body and there. I even had other men’s semen in my vagina! I had kissed and used my mouth with another man too. Breasts and waist and thighs were scratched and bruised by other men
It’s really hard for such a me to face my husband’s ignorant but also innocent smiling face the moment I walk in the door.
When I entered the house, he was alone in the study reading a book. He came out and looked at me and went back in. I quickly went to my room, closed the door, and washed myself in the bathroom for a full hour!
That night, my husband asked for sex. I didn’t refuse him. Maybe I didn’t have the face to refuse. I felt more comfortable and excited than usual. Could it be because I was doing it with my own husband a few hours after doing it with another man?
Because hubby needs his own time. So I often got to do my own activities on the weekends. During those six months, I went to that man for sex every week. Until then I got pregnant with someone else’s child. And, to make matters worse, one of the men, who had fallen out with two other men and was no longer seeing them, called me at home in the middle of the night and said to my husband, “I’ve screwed your daughter-in-law! He’s slept with a lot of men! Bastard!” He’s really sick! He’s really sick!
But what I didn’t expect was that my husband didn’t suspect me at all. He smiled and said that maybe it was a prank. Then continue to fall asleep. I really hated that man in my heart at that time!
But he’s had my body before. And more than once, it’s already unclean. If you are all black, do you have the face to call someone a crow?
My husband noticed the pregnancy and I didn’t want to hide it. He thought it was his and was thrilled. But I insisted on having an abortion on the pretext that I needed to stay in shape for my dance career. Surprisingly, the money for the abortion was also paid by my husband! When I came out of the hospital and saw my husband’s concerned face, I was very touched. I also resolved not to slut it up again.
Then for two months. I was all very considerate of my husband. And have not contacted another man. But. Maybe people will call me a bitch. I still couldn’t help but go to that man and his friends…. And at this time, I also had sex with the husband of one of my former junior high school classmates. And it was in my own home, in the bed where my husband and I slept. The sheets still have the man’s sperm stains on them. Surprisingly, my husband still didn’t notice anything. And even if he did, he thought it was his own. Hey, my husband.
By this time my heart was wild, but it was also peaceful. I was surprised that I could make love to another man at the same time. While trying to control my gasps and moans to take a call from my husband. I knew that I had completely separated sex and love.
Then I got hooked on being a mannequin. I worked as a mannequin for many photographers (mostly amateurs). Still the earliest body painting participants in Hefei. And all this, the husband still does not know. He eyes only books and his students! I even hope he knows, hope he understands what I need! I hope he values it! I hope he suffers!!!
During that time I went to Shanghai for a two-month vacation. I went alone and lied to my husband about visiting relatives in Shanghai. During those two months, I stayed at the home of a photographer I used to know. He was alone and we made love every day. We took a lot of beautiful photos of us having sex. He also sent some of my nude photos and close-ups of sex photos (processed) to the network. But I was so proud of myself. I feel that I have not been a woman for nothing. And this photographer is very crazy never let me birth control. Every time to shoot to my uterus. He only has a sense of conquest satisfaction. He also very perverted ask me, want to husband, he and my husband who is powerful. One time when I was doing it, he even took out my cell phone and asked me to call my husband.
He was so crazy that he introduced me to two other photographers in between. We did it twice in succession as well. They liked to see me do ballet poses with them. But I didn’t like Shanghai and them much. I went back to Hefei after two months.
In 2003 I was very “honest” and only did it with one online friend.
In the first half of 2004, I had sex with two more people on the Internet. One of them wrote to our house and told my husband, “Your wife let me sleep with her!” My husband still didn’t believe it. My husband still didn’t believe me and thought it was a prank on his students! He even called me Snow White! (Because I’m white. (Because I’m white and have good skin.) Hubby.
Until June, I was pregnant, this time with my husband’s child. I was sure of it because I made my playmates wear condoms when they had sex with me in the later years, and I used “Wife’s Friend” on myself and took some orally. And I counted the days. There should be no mistake. I can tell it’s mine and my husband’s baby.
This time, to make it up to my husband a bit, plus I’m 26. I decided to give birth.
I hadn’t been in contact with any other men for six months. It seems like my desires have cooled down with the joy of being a mother. My husband is now the dean of a college at their university. And he also works part-time as a listing consultant for several companies. Money is also slowly more. Oh, men with money will have a different kind of sexy.
I know he’s got a woman on the side, but I don’t even care. That’s what he deserves. It’s comforting to know that he’s like that.
Men and women, sex and love. The distinction is clear.
I’ll never do it with another man again. I swear! I love my husband as much as he loves me.