Sorry to disappoint all of you who thought I was perfect
I cheated on my StudMuffin. I loved him dearly then and I love him even more dearly now. It was the one time, but it was one time too many.
It wasn't about sex. I didn't even particularly enjoy it, primarily cause I hated the guy. Considering my StudMuffin's abilities in his chosen profession, well, anyone I touched sexually would get very very very hurt. I couldn't do that to someone I actually liked.
It wasn't premeditated. We met by accident where I had gone to study, it was quieter, my StudMuffin was watching football with his friends. He climbed into the bed of my truck, the guy, not my StudMuffin, and one thing led to another. It was never repeated.
I did it to punish my StudMuffin for doing something to me that I considered equally unforgiveable. It was a stupid, petty, cruel thing to do. If I could take it back, I would. A few months later I fessed up to my perfidy and it took six years and a near divorce for us to climb back onto the right marital road.
I'm thrilled to say that he forgave me and I've even managed to forgive myself. We're both a little scarred by it, he questions my friendliness to men and I don't let other men get close to me without my StudMuffin's presence. It's beyond him how I could actually have sex with someone I hated, he can't imagine doing so himself. Now that I think back on it, I don't understand it much either. Back then, I hated myself just as much, I had the self esteem and confidence of a gnat, a smooshed one.
Our road is still rocky and going to get worse, but we've come this far together, we're doing good.
I prefer the word wicked, rather than bad - how can any sex be bad? Wicked. Wicked women - the kind I prefer - are the most fun. In fact I prefer wicked, dirty, nasty women - who are clean of course. And highly intelligent. Fact is I find that dumb women can't be wicked - not smart enough. The more wicked the women - the smarter and vice versa. Just like on TV.
I dream up and perpetuate naughty thoughts nearly 30 times a minute. My mind is a literal reactor of wicked, dirty thoughts. That reactor fuels my libido - which I most often have to keep in check - or it will blow. My heaven - my hell. I believe I'm normal and healthy - and if not - still wouldn't want to be like others.
I cheated on my exboyfriend a couple of times. No I didn't love him and I wanted to hurt him. But in the end I just hurt myself by not haveing respect for myself.
I don't think selfishness is "always" destructive - most of the time, yes - but it can prove fruitful for all who are invested in a particular relationship tree. Sometimes for the proper mental health of a person - a little selfishness can be soothing to all. Selfishness - medication - treatment - it can be good. Sometimes. It can't be abused. Or over used. Then it's bad.
Everything in life - every element - is a pendulum. If it swings too far one way - it must compensate equally the other way - or life goes out of balance. If certain aspects of selfishness make that compensation - to maintain life balance - then it is good.
I've used sex to fill many purposes in my life...increase self-worth...combat loneliness...itch a scatch. Cheating is like lying though, unless you can disassociate yourself from it, you'll never be able to return to your mundane life again. That's not to say you relish the memories and and wickedness of it, but you sure a hell have to be able to let it go if you're going to go home and (happily?) feed the kids grilled cheese and tomato soup. Well that at least what I think...
I cheated several times on different women in my past, but was never caught because I kept it simple. I felt some guilt over these occasions, but the guilt fades.
Then, my last wife cheated on me. I found out about it, and I never again want to risk making someone feel like I felt, and still feel. This is going to be with me for a long time. I will be much more aware of the potential damage I can do someone in that way.
On a lighter note, one of the times I cheated was one of those things you only read about in Penthouse: I had the day off (I was a roofer, and it was raining heavily), so I went to the local sports bar. It was early afternoon, and the place was deserted except for me & two women sitting a few barstools over. I was minding my own business, watching the TV, when a voice in my ear said "Do you want to fuck me?" I turned, and it was the better-looking of the two women. She was probably 30ish, and at the time I was 22. I blinked, and said "Sure. Yeah."
She said she wanted to finish her drink first. A minutes later we walked out to my car, drove to a park, and gave those springs & shocks a work-out. She was great
I dropped her off at home and never saw her again. No fuss, no muss
I cheated on my ex-husband twice. That marriage was a complete farce, we married for every wrong reason under the sun and both regretted it daily. As for the infidelity, I don't regret that, it led to the birth of my youngest daughter.
Now I am remarried and haven't cheated on husband #2. The sad thing is five years of faithfulness still can't erase the fact I've had an affair before. Cheri was dead-on accurate, you can't go back to mundane.