Its said that 56% of people will be unfaithful at least once. A sad, but true fact, that I helped to realize.
Why did I cheat on my boyfriend? Because I was young and dumb, that’s for sure. Do I regret it? How can I answer that….
I was 19 years old, I had only ever had one serious long term relationship, I had only ever had sex with one person, and here I was thrown into University where sex happened everywhere. Everyone just wanted to have a good time, no one was “dating”… just fucking. I wanted to be a part of that.
I had expressed to Mr. Muscles all the things that were going through my head, that I wanted to make sure that this was the relationship that I wanted, that I was feeling like I was missing out, that I wanted to “have some fun”. I wanted to take a “break”. After hearing that he wanted to break up, but I couldn’t handle that. This is where my life as a swinger started to develop, but I didn’t realize it at the time. All I knew was that sex was fun, and I wanted to try it more with different people, like everyone else around me, but I still wanted to have a stable boyfriend, who I actually did love, who loved me in return.
At the time, the quote “have your cake and eat it too” kept coming to mind… I dind’t know better. Hardly anyone knows better. Having a boyfriend and friends with benefits just doesn’t happen. It’s immoral, wrong and it’s cheating… right?
That’s what I thought, so I wanted a “break”. A free get out of jail card to sleep around. While Mr. Muscles spent his time thinking if he wanted a break, or to break up, I slept with someone on the 4th floor of the dorm.
He was a friend who hung out with us on the 2nd floor quite a lot, and he was the man candy of every girl. He was french, from New Brunswick, but I’m going to call him the Italian Stallion, just because this boy oozed sex. He had every girl hanging on his every word wrapped around his every finger. He was very well built, had nice dark skin and big brown eyes to match. He was often the topic of conversation wherever you went, everyone wanted to be with him, yet no one had because they were all too shy, and deep down, so was he.
So, let’s fast forward to the flirting, the obvious advances, me flashing him my tits and locking him in my room… I finally end up in his room, getting nekkid. I was being selfish. I loved my boyfriend, I didn’t want to hurt him, but I felt like this was the right time and the right place. The Italian Stallion thus mounted me and I cheated for the first time.
Do I regret it? Well, which part? I regret that little did ANYONE know he only had a 3 inch dick. I also regret that the whole deed seemed like he was doing me a favour. I also regret that the condom came off (thank you birth control pills!), and I was also going to regret is Mr. Muscles ever found out. What I didn’t regret was being a “free woman”. And I sure as hell didn’t regret spoiling Italian Stallion’s reputation as a minimal, lousy lover. I felt like Carrie Bradshaw, from Sex in the City. How exciting and devlishly cruel and delicious. I wanted more.
My boyfriend got back to me a few days later and said we could go on a 2 week “break”… anything goes.
Hold on to your socks folks, you’re in for a wild 2 weeks.