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Or you can’t forgive, you can’t part withWhere would you put a comma? A question that I myself cannot answer. However, I will try to describe my view of this phenomenon and, perhaps, we will solve this difficult problem together.
What kind of beast is this “treason” anyway? What can we consider treason? Sex? But in any form? Or does a blow job not count? But kiss? And if your beloved’s colleague kissed her on the lips so that everyone was taken aback, even your lady love, will you reproach her for it? And if sex is drunk, when he doesn’t understand what’s going on, and here is such a beautiful old girlfriend who has been flowing on him for many years and takes advantage of the moment to have any kind of drunken sex, will this be considered cheating? And if on the subway he thinks that he would fuck this beautiful student opposite, can this be taken as treason?
For the purposes of this text, let’s assume that cheating is a mutual kiss on the lips, or any form of sex.
When- It’s been a long time since I talked to a girl. Our sex wasn’t great and our communication was fleeting, but she told me one piece of "wisdom" that I agree with and use to this day.
"To shape your attitude to cheat, you need to be the one who cheated, the one who was cheated on and the one with whom they cheated."
What roles were you in? And what is more interesting, why were you in certain roles? Have you thought about this?
I’ll start with something simple. When someone with us cheats on their partner. It seems to me that everything should be simple: what do we care what’s going on in their personal lives. If a person decides to sleep with us, then he voluntarily takes this bold, and perhaps also stupid step. Or maybe this is a justified betrayal. In any case, it is not for us to judge whether others should cheat on their partners. We can simply agree or refuse. Although I condemn those who do not tell their lover about the presence of their permanent partner. I remember the first time I had sex with a married woman. I will tell this story at the end. Next was one of my friends, with whom I slept with. She found a young man, but did not immediately refuse sex with me. Oh, what sex we had. Probably no one had as many orgasms as she had at once. It seems to me that from that moment on I no longer slept with girls who were in relationships or marriages. Although, there were those who had a regular partner. But that’s another story.
Let’s move on to the next one. This is about our betrayals. Firstly, I believe that cheating on your partner (with whom you agreed not to cheat on each other) is a lack of respect for yourself and your choices. What prevents you from breaking up and sleeping with everyone you want? No one forced you to enter into this form of relationship, when you need to be faithful to one person. However, if you also told your partner about this, then you also showed disrespect for him. Why is that? Because if you cheated, you bear the burden of what you did. And, holding this in yourself, you walk as if with a weight chained to your leg. This is fair, I think. However, having told your partner about this, you throw off this weight and... chain it to your partner’s leg. And now a person is suffering because of your mistake. And while you live enjoying life, your partner is faced with the question: “Should I continue to have something in common with this person?” If you ever had such a choice, I think you understand how difficult to make a decision. And, to answer a possible question, I have never cheated.
Well, let’s move on to the most difficult part. This is cheating on your partner. If your partner cheated and you know about it, congratulations, your partner is an asshole (regardless of gender). Moreover, if you learned about this from another person, then you can hope that he respects you. And if from him, then the conclusion is obvious, isn’t it? However, why could you have been cheated on? Maybe the reason for cheating is not that the partner is so careless, but because you contributed to it? There is already a more subtle matter here and it is very difficult to find the root of the problem. But, I take the position that you need to start looking for the reason in yourself. As I said before, I’ve only been in one serious relationship and I don’t know if the girl cheated on me or not. And, since we have a presumption of innocence, I can safely consider it true.
A couple of years ago a series was released on TNT called "Betrayal". So, I recommend it, because it very well conveys many moments of a person’s life that change. Rules for cheating, how to keep multiple lovers, and, most importantly, how to treat yourself if you cheat. A very useful series. And instructive.
In anticipation of my story, I would like to touch upon such a phenomenon as sexwife . I won’t explain what it is; if you want, you can find out everything on Google. But to some extent, this is a very convenient way of looking at betrayals when they simply don’t exist. Partners agree in advance about the circumstances under which they can sleep with others and simply do it. And they enjoy it. And if you don’t look at this as an unambiguous sex deviation, then it turns out to be an interesting way to kill several birds with one stone.
It’s time for the story of how I first had sex with a person who whose husband was. By the way, we met her thanks to my husband, and he himself approved of me as a potential lover of his beloved. She was my 10th partner (anniversary), and her daughter was a year younger than me. At that time, in my apartment there was only an inflatable mattress, which was terribly uncomfortable to fuck on, but we didn’t care. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted with her, and, if possible, periodically record it on video. Sometimes she called her husband on Skype so that he could see how his wife was being fucked. I could spank her, alternate anal and vaginal sex, fuck her in any position. At that moment it was the most violent orgasm from the girl who was in my bed. That’s when I realized what it was like to sleep with a woman. With a luxurious woman who takes care of herself. And during the breaks we talked about education, she told how she and her husband came to this and generally shared her experience. And, you know, it was a very useful experience for me. It was also great sex, which I don’t regret. Well, once a week later they called me for MFM, they also liked me (and she also liked me well for her body). But then I refused, because at that time I was not yet ready for a threesome. This is where our paths diverged. And, you know, she became a worthy "ten", which was for me a kind of test of serious sex. And I think I passed it perfectly.
Nevertheless, let’s return to the main task of the evening.