Dancing was my favorite habit. I often asked my husband to accompany me to dance in ballrooms. Although he was not good at dancing, he still fulfilled my request, because my husband loved me very much.

One day, we went to dance as usual. I should say my husband's skills ware so miserable that I felt too tired to dance with him. Here came a man who was mature and handsome, politely inviting me to dance with him. I looked at my husband for permission and he noticed me to go ahead. So I gracefully accepted the man and we began to dance. WOW! The man's dancing talents were excellent. He swiftly carried me to turn around, go ahead and draw back. I felt very enjoyable. So we danced with one piece of music after another. I totally forgot that my husband was waiting there. The mature man asked me for my number and we promised to dance again.

Coming back to home, my husband, seeing me full of excitement, said, "Are you tired."
"No, exactly not!" I answered cheerfully. With that, I went away to remove the makeup, and totally ignored my husband's possible bad feeling.

On the next day, I received the call from the mature man, inviting me to be his dance partner. I accepted and led another happy night.

In the following day, I announced to my husband that from now on, I did not need him to accompany me to go to dance hall any longer. I expected an angry expression from him, but he did not. He just kept silent.

His strange behavior made me a little bit puzzled. Why was he not nervous about me? A few days later, I found that he did not return home in the normal time. So instead of his doubting about me, I became suspicious about him. I questioned, "Why are you always late to home recently?" "Nothing." He replied.

On Valentine's Day, I received an invitation from an anonymous man, requesting me to accompany him to attend a costume ball. I did not know who the man was but I was quite interested in this mysterious invitation. So I dressed up and made up and then went there. A man came to me and invited me to dance along with the music. He danced so well that I was so fascinated by him. He waved nicely and held me tightly. A strange feeling skimmed in my mind. Why did he hold me in the way as if I was his lover? And now I suddenly felt that I was very familiar about the taste of the man, and then I said, "Who are you?"

He took off the mask and there my husband was there in front of me. It turned out that he attended a dance class and tried to practice dancing in recent days.

I embraced him tightly and felt greatly happy for owning such a good husband.