Personal story... what do you say? ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

I’ve been married for a year, we live in Kurgan, we rent an apartment. My husband works and earns the average for our region. Of course there is always not enough money. I work part-time, so I work part-time. I dance, I love doing it, I go to a dance studio. There is an opportunity not only to just do this, but also to earn money. In addition to performing at festive events, the girls and I began to be invited to corporate parties, where they paid well. My husband is against such a part-time job, although I have given no reason not to trust me. Scandals began, and constantly. Now on the verge of breaking. Do you think he's right?
My father recently visited. My parents and my husband's parents live in a village in our region. They take care of you, give you food, and support you as best they can. Dad arrived in the evening, my husband was at night, and I was dancing in a club. We agreed, I’ll finish and dad will meet me. He entered the club and waited. I saw how the girls and I danced. True, it’s clear that these are not quite ordinary dances, but strip-plastic dances that are in demand by the public. On the way home, he said that it looked beautiful, but he understood why mine was worried and jealous of me. We arrived home, at first everything was as usual, we chatted, and sat down to dinner. And then, completely unexpectedly, something happened that I couldn’t even think about, and probably neither could he.
At first, my dad started showering me with compliments, like how attractive and feminine I had become, then he made jokes about my husband that he didn’t appreciate me. That I have received such a treasure and that I need to be loved more often, that I am not like many and require special treatment, otherwise my worries will not be in vain. It was new for me to hear this from my father; he usually told me something or gave moral advice. Then the completely unthinkable happened between us, we slept together. No, they didn’t sleep at all, they fucked like crazy, with short pauses, and everything was repeated again. I have always been proud that my dad is handsome, takes care of himself, fit, smart and strong. But he turned out to be a very energetic, skillful man who managed to curb me and satisfy me 150, no, 200 percent. Although my husband considers me insatiable and, to be honest, has never given me even a fraction of what I received with my father.
Exhausted, tired, completely out of control, we did not feel remorse, on the contrary, we were happy with what we had done .
So the husband was right, even if after seeing the dance the father was struck and could not resist. Dad and I decided that even if we couldn’t restrain ourselves and repeat it between ourselves, then the others didn’t need to know about it. Let's be very careful. But it probably won’t work out with my husband; we’re talking about divorce.