Hormones rebelled, and I cheated on my husband. Scenarios of female infidelity reflect the problems of a couple

In the modern world, the institution of the family is undergoing changes. Values are being destroyed, roles are being rebuilt, the very understanding of the family is changing. So, betrayal for the modern "cell of society" has almost or already become the norm. For many, it is not surprising that a man or woman in a relationship started a short-term affair on the side, and then returned to a warm family haven.

Very often, by the way, fidelity is violated while in resorts. Women often do not allow themselves to be changed while at home, because they feel a certain duty and this special female responsibility to a man, perhaps children, and cheating in a sanatorium, for example, does not seem so immoral to them. A faithful wife, who is surrounded by dirty laundry, unwashed dishes and pills for insomnia, leaving for the sea, feels freedom, a desire to get everything that is possible from the rest, and has fun with other men, because this is also part of "life to the fullest."

What makes women go crazy?

Can wives cheat on their husbands in resorts, in Turkey, for example? Yes, and it happens with increased frequency. Going to distant countries, a woman relaxes there, understands that she will not have any obligations to a random partner, because they will never see each other again. And now, the wife has already cheated on her husband on vacation in Turkey.

In addition, women are sensual and soulful creatures. Films and books about holiday romances delight them with their poetry. And it's no secret that all women dream of becoming part of some fairy tale, even if their time has already passed, they have a family and responsibilities. Therefore, such common phenomena, when a Russian wife cheats on her man, for example, in the resorts of Thailand, are not at all uncommon. In addition, such connections help a woman to feel sexy and attractive again, which she could have long forgotten about, having been married for many years.

Thus, the desire to give free rein to their frivolity, which is impermissible in ordinary everyday life, as well as the desire to become the heroine of her own film, push women to betrayal at the resort.

By the way, the Lady Mail.ru portal conducted a sociological survey, thanks to which it turned out that almost 60% of the fair sex had romances at resorts, while about 30% had several fleeting relationships at once during their holidays.

Where do women most often indulge in temptation?

The following interesting fact was scientifically proven: cheating most often happens on Wednesdays. But the conversation is not about that. Where do wives most often betray their husbands? The first place, according to statistics, was awarded to Russian resorts (almost 60% of novels): Krasnodar, Crimea. Women walk in bathing suits or simply in open clothes, attract men and are easily led to their courtship. In second place is a hot foreign country with a sea coast: Turkey, Egypt and so on. Everyone who has been in these parts will confirm that Arabs and Turks are very fond of Russian women. They cannot let them just pass by, they will definitely give them an admiring look or a word. Russian women are dizzy, because being wives with many years of experience, they do not receive such courtship in everyday life. Therefore, cheating on a wife in a resort in Turkey or other similar countries is not at all uncommon. Bronze is won by tourist sites in Europe, where women go to travel and, so to speak, see the world: France, Italy, Germany, etc.

How to deal with such change?

Of course, if the wife cheated - on vacation in Turkey or in the toilet of the club - this is immoral. But the fact is that each person has his own understanding of infidelity and attitude towards it. If you look at this phenomenon as treason in general, then this is deceit, betrayal, violation of an oath. However, if we compare such betrayal with other types of betrayal (a long secret romance with a colleague or an affair with a partner's best friend), this type is the most harmless infidelity. How do wives cheat, for example, in sanatoriums? They see a man, not even always attractive, and after a very short acquaintance they go to bed with him. Then the rest ends, and women never remember it, and only the fact of a romantic story that will die with them remains in their memory. Thus, in this betrayal, there is no emotional contact with the lover. This action is often directed specifically at the woman herself, at the satisfaction of her secret desires and a deal with her own ego.

How to be Cinderella, who returned from the ball?

When the vacation ends, a harsh reality sets in, and then the question arises - is it worth telling your husband? Well, for the sake of preserving the family, it is advisable to remain silent. The fact is that there was no basis in betrayal, so to speak. This is not supported by feelings, did not have a psychological and emotional connection. This is just a case. We do not justify the very fact of infidelity, but we also do not believe that such infidelity should become a reason for the destruction of the family. However, if your relationship with a partner is built on absolute trust, you are sure that he will listen to you and understand, you can report what happened. In any case, despite the mistakes made, every person deserves happiness, and you are no exception.

The comrade said that in his entire long history of being a member of the trade union, he did not have to be honored to get a ticket. It was not easy to buy such a ticket for money. I had to look for workarounds. An acquaintance helped him buy a voucher for a holiday in a sanatorium near Moscow at the regional department of railway trade unions. The ticket indicated - "Accommodation in a separate room." Such a record in itself spoke of the closeness of the client to the authorities.

- Certainly! - he said.

- Let's go to the second one!

- I used to study.
- Let's try?
- Let's.
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- So I'm lucky. On the very first evening I met a girl who was taught to dance. What is your name?

- What is impossible?
- To me. Mom at home.
- Come to my room.

- And you're still wearing out?!

- You know where to go!

Oh Nina, it's you!

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- Me too!

And I got shy!

- Why?

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- What's wrong with your eyes?

- Why are you surprised?
- Well, yes! What is it with you?

- Oh, how it hurt you!

Nina soon got tired:

Already leaving?
- Yes!

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LOVE ADVENTURE IN HOLIDAY HOME - soft erotica

My friend told me about this adventure.
The described events took place in pre-perestroika times. The comrade was preparing to leave on a long business trip.

This was preceded by a hassle, from which he decided to take a break in the Moscow Region Rest House.

Rest houses and sanatoriums in those days existed at the expense of trade unions. The tickets were free. They were issued to the leaders of production. That was the order. But, as you know, a Russian person twists every “order” in his own way. Therefore, usually the heads of trade union organizations at enterprises distributed vouchers among acquaintances.

He immediately felt this when the administrator of the Rest House respectfully asked:
- How would you like a view of the forest?
- Certainly! - he said.
- On the second floor or on the third?
- Let's go to the second one!
The room was modestly furnished. Bed, bedside table, table and chair. All in one copy. But the main thing was the key to the room, in which no one will be accommodated.

This was an important circumstance. All other vacationers were accommodated in double and even quadruple rooms. What this meant was already known.

Imagine a railroad worker who gets a free ticket to a rest home. This means that he is freed from the vigilant eye of his wife for three weeks. The pocket "burns the stash", which must be spent. It is advisable to do this in a pleasant friendly company. Such companies with participants of both sexes get together in the first hours of the settlement.

Further everything is simple. "Snack" at lunch and dinner is folded into a newspaper bag. A bottle is purchased from a local shop. After a short discussion, a number for the party is chosen. Usually the choice falls on the female. There, for starters, everything is cultural, everything is decent and a snack on the coffee table. The table for order is covered with a newspaper.

After a short time, the corridors are filled with the sounds of the most popular folk song “Noisy reeds”. The resulting couples are distributed throughout the rooms and merge in love ecstasy.
All this noise and fuss remains behind the closed doors of the single room, which was required for my friend.

Looking at the rumpled faces of revelers of both sexes in the morning, my comrade felt a certain pity. Instead of rest, people arranged night work for themselves, which, however, they did not regret.
As the “stash” was spent, the parties gradually faded away. What party without alcohol?! People began to look for other entertainment. Hiking, lying on the river bank, throwing rings on pegs, that's all.

My comrade kept himself apart from the rest of the vacationers. He politely rejected any inclinations to bring vacationers of both sexes together. As a result, a vacuum formed around him.

On the one hand, it was good, but on the other hand, it was boring without communication. Attempts to single out men and women suitable for communication among the railway workers did not lead to anything. The difference in intelligence, and therefore in interests, was huge. So two weeks passed.

And suddenly ... How often it happens in life! Exhausted from boredom, in the next evening, our hero went to the dance. Dancing in rest homes is a meeting place for men and women. In the dance, you can set not only the physical parameters of a partner, but also feel the signs of intelligence, the ability to stay in a pair, which is not unimportant in the communication of a man with a woman.

For the sake of simplicity, I will continue the story in the first person.
It was Saturday evening. As usual, I stood on the sidelines, looking at the familiar faces of vacationers. They were so familiar to me that I recognized them instantly. This was getting boring and I was about to quietly retreat. Suddenly... Again, it's all of a sudden. An unfamiliar girl's face appeared next to me. She stood in profile to me.

I noticed the unusualness of this face. Straight nose, fine features and well-groomed facial skin, slim figure. She just came and stopped next to me.

Feeling my eyes on her, she turned her face and smiled. There was both interest and invitation in that smile. The orchestra played the Boston Waltz. I have long loved this melody and the dance itself. It was taught to me as a child in the ballroom dance club of the House of Pioneers. My partner was a very beautiful girl. Her name was Inga. In the dance, she just fluttered like a butterfly. I was in love with her unrequited. But in a couple, she chose me.

These memories flashed through my mind instantly. And I looked at the stranger standing next to me through the prism of these thoughts. Of course, she was far from Inga. And most importantly, she did not have a braid to the waist. On the contrary, the hair was styled in a short hairstyle. This hairstyle suits her really well.

Under the influence of these thoughts, I turned and asked:
- Can you dance the Boston waltz?
- I used to study.
- Let's try?
- Let's.
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She obediently put her hand on my shoulder and with unexpected dexterity began to repeat the intricate steps of this dance. She danced beautifully, was an obedient and pleasant partner. I, who was wise with the knowledge of the most difficult ballroom dances, liked to lead her in the dance. She obeyed perfectly, instantly adopted the rules of the dance and did all this with a light and joyful smile on her face. Already in the dance, I saw that her eyes were looking in different directions. The squint was strong. This first time confused me. Then nothing. All other women's articles she had were quite good and even attractive.

And you dance well. Sorry that I immediately on "you".
- Nothing. It's easier for me. And I studied dancing in our club.
- So I'm lucky. On the very first evening I met a girl who was taught to dance. What is your name.

It turned out that her name was Nina. She lives in a neighboring village. Works at an aircraft factory in Tushino. There is a husband with whom she does not live. He says he drinks heavily. From him she gave birth to a daughter, with whom her mother nurses.

So quietly talking, we left the dance floor. The evening was warm. Nearby was a young woman. And nothing that is cross-eyed, but ready for love games. She immediately confirmed this readiness, as soon as I put my arms around her waist. The kiss was hot, full of languor. Her lips, sometimes weak-willed, sometimes confident, enveloped me, piercing my whole body with languor. She knew how to kiss and loved. The kisses were followed by a desire to caress her breasts, cool belly and below. Nina trustingly gave my hands her body.

Our caresses were passionate and brought both to the last line, but she whispered all the time:
- No! Just not today...Today you can't...
- What is impossible?
- To me. Mom at home.
- Come to my room.
- Are you crazy! Everyone in the Rest House knows me. Immediately, gossip will go around the village that I am “sticking” to vacationers. So my mother gave birth to me from one such vacationer. No! It is forbidden! - paused and said - Tomorrow mom will not be. Will you come?
- And you're still wearing out?!

She forbade me to take her home. We agreed in the morning to sunbathe on the beach together and pass the time until the evening.
After breakfast in the morning, I took a blanket from my room. I moved away from the Rest House and, perching under a tree by the road to the beach, began to wait for my cross-eyed Ondine.

The agreed hour of the meeting came, but it was not. Five, ten, fifteen minutes, and she did not go. An hour later, quite sure that I had been swindled by the Dynamo, or, to put it simply, the girl had deceived me, I went to the beach.

Resting railway workers did not favor the beach with their presence. On this rather cool May day, they preferred other warmer places. Dejectedly looking around, I wandered along the grass on the banks of the river, quietly pitying myself. Somehow it was hard to believe that after such pleasant moments of last night, hot hugs and kisses, a woman could deceive you in cold blood.

To calm down, I began to collect wildflowers, which on this spring day were pleasing to the eye. When instead of a woman's body, holding in my hands a small cheerful bouquet of modest wildflowers, I went around the corner, I was stunned for a moment. The scene I saw was like vaudeville.

A soldier was sitting by the river bank, taking off his tarpaulin boots and dipping his feet into the water. His posture was imposing, and he himself, half-turning back, was saying something, smiling obscenely.

He turned to a naked girl lying a little higher on a hillock. Actually she was not naked. She was wearing a beach suit, which did not hide anything, but on the contrary emphasized the beautiful female statues. She was lying on her stomach, exposing her round white buttocks to the sun, slightly covered with strips of cloth. She unbuttoned her bra, revealing her back in all its glory, passing into a waist with dimples on the lower back. The whole girlish figure could well become a model of female beauty.

The couple ignored me and continued their conversation. There was playfulness in him, but this playfulness was clothed in a simple exchange of words:
- Listen girl! Turn on your back. Let me see the boobs!
- You know where to go!
- I know! Let's go together! I'll tell you something, and if you want, I'll show you.
- See what you want. Ran straight away. I won't stop.

Saying this, the girl threw her hands behind her back and began to fasten her bra. Having finished this simple procedure, she sat down, bending her legs and folding her hands in her lap. When she turned her face towards me, covered with huge sunglasses, I shuddered in surprise:

Oh Nina, it's you!
- Hi. And I thought that you deceived me and would not come. He took me in and left me. This is the guy who hooked up with me. Hey! Soldier! Put on your boots and stomp to the unit. My boyfriend has arrived!
- And I was waiting for you on the road. Probably missed!
- I came here by a short way. This is how we always go.
- I didn't know. Come on, get going. You'll catch a cold. Let's go from here.
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While she put on her skirt and buttoned her blouse, I once again admired her tightly tailored body. The glasses hid the defect of her eyes, and against the background of a green meadow, my new acquaintance looked charming.

Running up to me, she trustingly offered her lips for a kiss, and when she saw a bouquet of flowers, she was delighted:
- You are so kind. Is that what you got for me?
- For you. And I also thought you lied to me.
- What are you. You are so cute, I even missed the night.
- Me too!

So, exchanging affectionate words, we went along the path, past the dumbfounded and confused soldier. Of course, he counted on continuing his acquaintance with such a beautiful girl, and then the gentleman appeared ... Everything started so well! As a man, I felt sorry for him, but today was my day!

Hugging the girl around the waist in a businesslike way, I confidently moved along the path past him. Nina could not resist and showed the guy her tongue! From this, the guy suddenly blushed deeply and lowered his head.
We moved away from the rest house and settled in a shallow ravine. It was all overgrown with young spring grass, which was pleasing to the eye and soothing. Calmed down but not everyone. As soon as we settled on the blanket, Nina covered me with her body, and I was instantly kissed all over.

Such a passion did not even somewhat embarrass me, but alerted me. You know, female pressure always confuses a man. It's not according to the rules. From a male point of view, everything should be the other way around. A man must conquer women's bastions. But here it was the other way around.

Nina didn't budge. She threw off her dress and, remaining in a bathing suit, pressed against me with her whole body. When I stood up, she wrapped her arms around my neck and around my waist with her legs, pressing against my groin with her pubis. Such an interweaving of bodies could well lead to bad thoughts of passers-by.

And I got shy!
- Listen! Well, you can't! There are a lot of people walking around here. What will they think?
- I don't care about them. Let them look and envy. Are you good with me?

I had to change position to a prone position in order to get out of the sight of strangers. The walls of the ravine covered our bodies, and I showed in practice how good it was for me.
With the movements of her body, Nina showed that she was ready for more. And she did it more and more persistently. Finally she could not stand it and said:

Oh! How strange you are ... My boss at work correctly says to me: "All intellectuals are a little impotent!"
- It's not about me. You can be sure.
- Yes its true. Why are you then...?
- There are a lot of people walking around here. I can't do that.
- Why?
- There may be too many advisers.
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Chuckling, Nina nevertheless agreed that making love in constant fear of being seen "is not good."
I was intrigued by the boss's words. I began to ask:

And that your boss is your lover?
- No! What you! Of course, he pesters me with various proposals, but I don’t want to have love relationships at work. They can kick everything.
Nina worked at an aircraft factory. Actually, her work was paper, but it was well paid. That was the main thing - she did not want to lose this job.

This daytime communication showed that Nina is not at all like a village woman. She expressed her thoughts very clearly and competently. It turned out that she had a secondary technical education. She thinks to continue it, but she has already failed twice in the entrance exams to the aviation institute.

And in appearance, she did not at all resemble Russian village women. Straight, not snub-nosed, facial features carried the signs of a good gene pool. When I asked her about it, she simply replied:

It's all a holiday home. My mother fell in love with an intellectual and slept with him. That's how I was born.
- What's wrong with your eyes?
- I was ill in childhood with something, but they did not cure it. They say they need an operation. Somehow I can't get it together. And what's stopping you.
- No, of course not, but still unusual.
- Well, what is it. As long as it is.

There was a note of some hope for a long-term connection in her answer, which worried me. But then I thought every woman, and even such a young woman, is looking for a husband in any man. Protector and provider for her children. Normal natural instinct.

The woman's attempts to surrender to nature, and even in the immediate vicinity of the Rest House, I resolutely rejected.
- You know, I don't want to be seen in an act of love.
- Yes, I understand. But I really want...
- Be patient until the evening, and then we'll see about the impotent ...

Nina explained in detail how to find her house in the village. Said she had a TV. The latter was explained by the fact that the film "Cabaret" was to be shown in the evening program. I really wanted to see it.
I went to the village in my car. The house was found quickly. It was no different from an ordinary village building. Nina met me at the gate. She asked me to park the car in the back of the courtyard. Explained that the neighbors are very big-eyed.

The house inside was furnished with modern furniture, which put me at ease. I expected to see village shops. But everything was furnished like in a city apartment.
The TV turned out to be an old black-and-white Ruby. The antenna was bad and the picture was poor.

Nina frankly waited for the continuation of the afternoon hugs. The bed, therefore, had already been taken apart, and she herself was in a light dressing gown, thrown over her naked body. All this was supposed to show that the woman knows and even imposes on the man the program of the evening.

I saw all this, but I was in no hurry to carry out the proposed program. I was just interested in the movie. So we sat together drinking brandy, and I watched TV. The cognac did its job, and the young woman sitting on the bed, invitingly throwing glances at me, excited me.

I moved in with Nina and she readily continued the love game that she had begun in the afternoon. She quite confidently freed me from my clothes, and threw off her dressing gown without even noticing.
In the darkness of twilight, a beautiful female body was white on the bed, which Nina must have been proud of. The nipples of her breasts menacingly and invitingly rushed up. Their position indicated that the woman was very excited.

I do not consider myself a sex giant, but I know the main altruistic rule - first satisfy the woman! Where there! Nina rushed to action now and immediately. Nevertheless, somehow I continued my manipulations and it seems that I achieved what I wanted. The female body arched, legs hugged me with force, and we began to fly.

It all ended quickly enough, and both of us lay exhausted from the battle of taking women's fortresses. At some point, Nina got up, wiped me with a wet towel and busily left, throwing me - “I am now!”.

Surprised by these confident chores, I reassured myself - the woman is married and knows what to do. He turned over and dozed off. I woke up from the touch of a cool female body on my back. She tightly pressed her breasts against me and ... putting her hand in, tightly squeezed my main male pride in her palm.

Can you fall asleep with your male pride in someone else's palm? So I couldn't. While I was thinking like this, what lay in the palm of my hand came to life and demanded freedom.

I turned to the already falling asleep Nina, turned on my back and hoisted her on myself. She looked at me with surprise. In her eyes I read a silent question:
- Why are you surprised?
- Well, yes! What is it with you?
- Nothing special. I'll just prove to you now that intellectuals are not all impotent.
- Oh, how it hurt you!

With these words, the girl began to actively move on my knees. Soon she squeaked softly and fell on my chest. Either her palm did its job, or some other coincidence, but I continued gymnastic sexual exercises.

Remembering those moments, I am ready to argue with women's magazines, which firmly stand on the fact that good sex can last for hours. It's all lies. A normal couple is quite satisfied with moments of passion, and remain alive and satisfied.

Nina soon got tired:
- Oh, you're coming soon, otherwise I can't. You completely pissed me off...
- Now you agree that your boss is lying?
- Well, of course. Let's finish soon. I'm tired.

We fell asleep in the same position - my pride in her palm. I woke up first. The clock was half past six in the morning. The sun had already risen, and outside the window was a wonderful morning.

Nina lay wide on the bed, smiling blissfully in her sleep. No matter how I tried to do everything quietly, the girl's morning sleep was sensitive. She opened her slanted eyes, smiled at me and asked:

Already leaving?
- Yes!
- If you lay still, we would continue ...
- Is it not enough for you? She said she was tired.
- Then I was tired, but now I can again.
- No. You have to work today. I'm the same in Moscow.
- A! Well, yes! Then of course. Listen, buy me shampoo for hair coloring in Moscow.
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She busily explained what brand and color of shampoo she needed. How many vials. It seemed to me very businesslike with a hint of some kind of rights to me. How quickly women check on a man what rights she has to him in the morning after a night spent together!

I got into the car and left. Picked up my passport at the Rest House. To the surprised question of the administrator, he said that I had urgent family matters, so I was leaving earlier.

She immediately began to figure out what she could do with the remaining days I paid for. This efficiency was written right on her face. Then she caught on and wished me a successful journey.

Our family life can hardly be called calm and stable: shortly after the wedding, quarrels began, after which we often scattered to different apartments. Reconciliation did not come for a week, or even two, sometimes we even forgot what caused the scandal. My sexual needs are not great, so I experienced such separations easily, there was not even a thought that I would cheat on my husband. I don’t know about my husband: it’s not in my rules to follow and sniff out, but I didn’t notice anything suspicious. After a while, we again converged, passionate love continued for about a month, and then everything went in a new circle.
So we lived for three years, even the little daughter was unable to pacify our long quarrels, but one day something completely inexplicable happened to me. The girl was with her grandmother, I went to visit my friends. We sit, talk, and suddenly I felt that I want a man. The desire intensified with every minute, this has never happened to me before. A neighbor with a bottle of cognac looked into the light, and after a couple of glasses, I became completely unbearable. There was a continuous ringing in my head, I did not hear conversations, it was impossible to think about anything but a man.
I jump out into the street, dial the number of my friend, whose wife is away, and start talking nonsense into the phone. It seems that he understood my condition and said: "If you are bored, then come." I didn’t even say goodbye to my friends, I didn’t think that cheating on my husband could destroy our relationship, and rushed to the man. It was unforgettable sex! We caressed each other for several hours, he was tireless, and so was I.
Someone rang the doorbell, the phone rang, but we were not up to it. We parted from each other only to drink a glass of wine and smoke a cigarette, and again merged in violent passion. I wondered to myself: why so much fire in me, which my husband often called an iceberg!
In the morning everything that happened seemed like a dream to me. This man was not at all attractive to me, the husband, both in appearance and intellect, is much more interesting than him. I have never had a need just for sex, I have always considered intimacy possible only with a loved one. What kind of hormonal surge has occurred in my body? The cruel joke of my friends, who could add some powders, is excluded: the desire began to take possession of me when I had not yet drunk or eaten anything at their place.
I tried not to communicate with this man anymore, although he hinted at me many times to continue the relationship. Nobody knew that I cheated on my husband, we soon reconciled, and the usual cycle: quarrel - parting - the world continued to repeat itself, as usual.
Several years have passed since the first and only betrayal of her husband. Our half-guest marriage continues, such a relationship suits both. Memories of how I cheated on my husband do not cause any emotions, except for surprise: what happened that day? Where did the wild African passion that attacked me once in my life come from, and where did it disappear to? I have not found answers to these questions.

As there are different, so there are different reactions of women to what happened. It is difficult to judge unequivocally in this situation, because behind some betrayals there is a life tragedy and a broken life. However, first things first.

For some of the women, cheating is an unacceptable option, someone does it constantly and easily. Some women who have been through infidelity say it's "enchanting", others say it's "disgusting". It probably depends on why it happened.

Female infidelity never appears out of nowhere, if you do not take into account mentally ill people. When everything is in order in the family, mutual love and understanding, then betrayal becomes simply impossible. If there are systematic problems in the family, then someday this may result in such a “solution” to the problem.

Katya was already 25 years old when she got married. She did not have a stormy romance, but she was tired of waiting for it. On the way she met a decent wealthy man, with an apartment and a car. Everything turned out quickly and simply. Katya became pregnant, and soon they signed. My daughter was almost five years old when I had to go with her to a sanatorium for treatment. The husband stayed at home. And Katya unexpectedly met another man in a sanatorium. And here the stormy romance could not be avoided. All dormant emotions and feelings came out in an instant. The lover was gentle and affectionate and also sincerely surrendered to new feelings. They decided to spend the rest of their lives together. With this decision, Katya came home, where she suddenly found out that she had been pregnant for two months. Of course, from her husband. Gathering all her willpower into a fist, Katya decided to stay with her husband. Until now, she texts in the evenings with the person she loves and who still calls her to him. The husband does not know about anything, two children are growing up.

How do you feel about such a situation? What could be done?

Reasons for female infidelity.

Dysfunctional relationships in the family are like a string. For the time being, they can be stretched until
burst in some place. And then there are several options for the development of events:

Change will destroy everything that has been built up over the years. Relationships where betrayal has crept in are not easy to restore. And if they were limping before, then after the betrayal it will be even more difficult to fix them.

Cheating will help a woman re-evaluate relationships in marriage and understand that her family is the most important thing in life. It happens that a woman, being on the verge of losing her family, realizes that the family is the meaning of life and is not worth some momentary pleasures.

Cheating can turn into a cure for depression. Basically, we are talking about practically hopeless families, where, for some reason, there are no normal relationships. It happens that a woman is driven into marriage to such an extent that she loses interest in life.

Sometimes it is an incentive for a new life. It is not always easy to put an end to the existence of a family, even if the relationship does not improve in any way. The family is preserved for the sake of children, status, etc. Cheating in this case puts an end to the relationship and helps to enter a new life cycle.

After reading the above, you may think that I justify female infidelity. Not at all. I am trying to show that it does not appear from scratch. And, if the wife "tends the horns", then the man lost his wife somewhere, forgot about her and her needs. And, of course, he is partly to blame.

We naturally condemn the person who stole a loaf of bread. But we can sympathize with him a little, because he must have been very hungry. Women in extramarital affairs seek, first of all, emotional intimacy, support and warmth, but not new sexual sensations, as is the case with the stronger sex. It turns out that a woman who decides to cheat is most likely “hungry” for warmth and affection. A man can cheat by accident, but a woman is mostly just because of strong feelings. Such. Thus, we see that female infidelity or thoughts about it is an indicator of a family crisis.

It is not the beauty of the lover, nor his status, nor any of his skills that attract a woman in her lover, but his attitude towards her. A lover is evidence of unsatisfied female needs: in understanding, care, tender words, romance, acceptance ...

Is change the solution?

The situation with treason is always quite complex and ambiguous. Living together only brings happiness and contentment where two people are working on it. If no one has worked on the relationship, then you should not be surprised that the marriage is falling apart. So in this case, it is useless to go to a new relationship. And with a new man in the end, everything can happen again.

If a woman pays attention to other men, then it's time to "treat" the family. help you get on the right path. But here there is one big snag - it is necessary to treat the family TOGETHER, both husband and wife should work on this. And from the experience of counseling, I see that relationship problems often worry wives, and husbands think that everything is in order with them. It is necessary to show female cunning and wisdom in order to interest her husband in the need for changes. If the family collapses, and he does not intend to do anything, then this is his choice, and here one can only expect the consequences of his rashness.

Predisposition to change?

It may seem strange to you such a formulation as a predisposition to cheating, but nevertheless there are some factors that can indirectly influence the fact that a woman can cheat on her husband. These are factors such as:

The woman's mother cheated on her husband, and the daughter knew about it;
- a woman believes that she has reasons for infidelity;
- A husband loves his wife more than she loves him;
- there is a girlfriend or acquaintance who has had cases of infidelity to her husband;
- the wife is the head of the family;
- the wife has a better education than the husband;
- before marriage, a woman had many sexual partners;
- the wife has a critical age;
- a woman is going through a "black streak" in her life;
- sudden death of a parent;
- the husband often has business trips;
- have a longtime male friend;
- A woman loves independence.

These are not the reasons for female infidelity, but only factors that may or may not affect.

Ask yourself questions...

A woman who is looking for a better relationship outside of marriage should think about some questions:
- What exactly do I not like in marriage and what do I lack?
What contribution do I make to the well-being of the family? Do I try to notice and satisfy my husband's needs, or do I just expect it from him?
What do we do to keep families together? (what is a joint vacation, hobbies, common interests).
- what will my life look like after a divorce: where and on what means will I have to live? What will happen to the children?
- what is good in this whole situation and what is bad? Will I like change? If the changes are not for the better, then what can be done to bring love back to the family?

And, finally, I would like to say that there are situations when cheating helps a woman, finally, to part with unnecessary marital relationships. These are situations when her rights are infringed, the family suffers from her husband's bad habits, etc. But in this case, a woman should leave the relationship not for the sake of a new man, but towards a new life.

As we can see, they may be different, but prevention is the same for everyone - strengthen family relationships and meet each other's needs .

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on vacation (treatment, study, symposium, concerts) abroad, on a Mediterranean cruise, a tour of European countries, on a business trip, on a hike (mountains, kayaks, excursions, pilgrimage to holy places), to a friend with an overnight stay, for a two-day corporate party with kebabs in the deep forest, etc.?

Reader, you did exactly the right thing to start with this question. Before, not after. Most of the husbands, on the contrary, shout after the departed train:

How to find out if the wife has cheated while at the resort alone?
How to find out if your wife cheated on you on vacation abroad?
If the wife went on a business trip with her boss, will she cheat there?
If the wife went on a field trip with her classmates, did she have sex there?
Why does the wife's eyes glow, cheerful and energetic after a trip to the resort?
The wife came from the sea, changed not to be recognized.
Wives go to conventions, do they cheat?
The wife came from the south, does not look into the eyes.

It's too late to ask. Should have done it before, before!

Further ... And what makes you think that she will be there alone? The woman herself is somehow afraid away from home (in the beginning 🙂) Therefore, as a rule, she is going to go with a friend or a married couple whom you do not know. But most likely, there will be another little man. Either she will arrive separately, or in the same plane with her. They, like, don't know each other until they get there. Well, you know who it is...

Why do wives go to conventions? What do you think? Mind to learn? Or share yours? Well, we divided zero by two, what happened?

The crow flew over the sea, and the crow returned. (Russian epil.)

Meeting with classmates, of course, is a sacred thing. However, there are husbands who won't let their wives go even there! And they do it right! Have you ever attended such meetings? So what are you asking then? Do not doubt: they will remember their youth to the fullest, be sure! A wife can be allowed to attend such meetings not earlier than after 40 years from the moment she graduated from high school, and even more so from the institute! As for the ballet school, theater / circus school, it’s better for you not to know about them ...

Did your wife cheat on a business trip? Why do you think she went there? Women, as a rule, fight off business trips with all their might. And yours is already torn somewhere far away? She can't sit still... What, is the awl stuck in her ass? Often bosses and other hillocks choose their mistress from their environment, in subordinate or affiliated structures, for which they stupidly ask homies and colleagues: “Do you have an interesting woman among the staff? Introduce ... ”And the higher such a pepper is, the more often and more arrogantly he uses his official position. And then they go together, like, on a business trip. This is a classic of the genre since Soviet times. A great way to eat fish and… well, you get the idea.
If the wife changed her job for no reason, be on the lookout: it is very likely that such an impudent pepper took her to his company.

Now about resorts-waters and other dispensaries. Looks like you've never been there if you're asking. And if I had, I would have been horrified. From the depravity that is going on there. How this vice indulges both the old and the young, the beautiful and the ugly, the faithful and the traitor, the smart and the fool. Under the pernicious influence of all kinds of resorts, sanatoriums, boarding houses and other viperous places, even the most persistent people are decomposing. Even the flint man and the steel woman, seeing all this sodom, involuntarily come to the conclusion that they are white crows. Since everyone is acting like this, then it's normal! And I'm worse, right? “There are once in a lifetime 18 years!” Everything is accessible, easy and hassle-free. Drink, walk and be merry, credit the painting...

Resorts spoil even the most faithful wives. In each of these hotbeds of vice, hundreds of visiting "pick-up artists" rush about, plus the local population of freeloaders (farm gigolos), who only think about how to blow someone up to the very tomatoes.

The rut of bare-ass seaside womanizers.

And all of them, like young cockerels, vying with each other in front of each other, show their feathers to stupid hens. I didn’t think: why are these terrible, fat aunts every year in Turkey and Egypt dangle? Haven’t you seen the pyramids, or what? ... If a woman has tried at least once a resort marriage, then be sure she will rush there again and again by hook or by crook.

Some cunning bitches invent illnesses for themselves, bribe doctors, smear soot and other make-up on their faces in order to look sickly, falsify tests ... And immediately for treatment somewhere beyond the Kudykina mountain. And there are those who do not even consider such sex tourism a betrayal! At home, they say, it is true, but away from home this is not treason. Oh how! 😯

To carry firewood on this mare, and not to treat at sea.
Don't be a sucker, man, put her on a chain.

Of course, on any women's site or forum you can read about real, self-confident men, gentleman knights, who, without any reservations or conditions, let their clever beauties go to the ends of the world! Yes, and they supply them with a tidy sum so that they are not bored there. First, she will go, and then she will tell her husband whether it is worth going there at all, so that he can properly plan his vacation. And next time she will definitely take her husband with her. (Maybe. :)

Where's your wife vacationing, dude?

From the same sources, noodles will pour on you abundantly, they say, only cowards and insecure men do not let go! A real man will not be at all jealous that his lady flirts there a little. So what? Light flirting for a woman is not at all contraindicated, but even useful! She is getting younger, prettier, becomes cheerful, energetic and does not nag her husband for a whole month!

There are, however, original husbands. What if she doesn’t come back from there? ... And there is no problem ... Like that character from the well-known joke who sent his wife with tourists to the Himalayas, and a year later he thought: take it back or let him lie down in the snow a little more?

But if you don’t have sawdust in your head, and you can think at least a little with your head, then you will never let your wife go alone to some fucking resorts. It's like throwing a wad of bucks at the metro junction. The hungry dogs of the crowd will tear them to shreds!... Only your ill-wishers or complete idiots can advise you to let your wife go somewhere alone... Yes, the wife herself will not go without you if she is smart, loving and faithful. And do not go without a wife yourself, if you love and appreciate her. In the right family, either both go to resorts, or no one goes. Such is the corporate solidarity in it. And if the wife stupidly and stubbornly strives to go somewhere without her husband, then there is no doubt - she is going to cuckold him.

Some are wondering: will the tricks from the sex shop help to keep the fidelity of the wife during frequent business trips? 🙂
They won't help! More A.P. Chekhov said that going on a business trip with a vibrator is like going to Tula with your own samovar. It's just extra weight. Although, for the experiment, you can discreetly put this device in her suitcase with a note "Remember me." It's so romantic and original! When she finds him in a hotel room, she will be moved to tears! And immediately wants to change.

Why does the wife hide her eyes? Yes, for the same reason that a naughty cat is hiding! She feels guilty, is afraid that her husband will guess everything, is tormented by doubts about what to do now. But this is only the first time. From the second, shame turns into pride in one's dirty, immoral deeds... "Her soul sings like a harp."