Fang's Autobiography

Today I received a call from an unknown number. When I answered, it was Fang, the ex-wife of my friend Xu Bin.
Fang asked me to meet her at Shangdao Coffee in the city center.

Half an hour later, I rushed to the coffee shop and pushed open the door to the private room. Fang was already
sitting drinking tea. Today she was wearing a black suit. Her long hair, which she had always longed for, had
been cut short. Her bangs slightly covered her right eye, making her look more energetic. When she saw me come in, she smiled and
gestured for me to sit opposite her.

After pouring me some tea, Fang said, "Brother Wang, it was quite sudden to receive my call today, wasn't it?"

I glanced at her, puzzled, and asked, "It was indeed quite sudden. There are two things that puzzle me.
First , how did you get my phone number? I don't remember ever talking to you on the phone before. Second,
I don't know why you're calling me. Even before you and Xu Bin divorced,
we hardly had any contact."

"Brother Wang, I actually had your phone number a long time ago. I saw it on Xu Bin's phone—or
rather, I stole it. Back then, I liked to secretly check his call and
text message and I also saved some numbers in my phone. As for
why I didn't have much contact with you during my marriage, I bear some responsibility, but it's not entirely my fault. If he wanted to contact you,
he could have easily done so while I was playing mahjong every night." Fang quickly replied.

"So, what's the reason for your call today? Or is there anything you need me to do?" To be honest, I
had no interest in talking to her any longer.

"Hehe, I think you should have some idea. Think about your friend's ex-wife, someone you barely had any contact with even during
your marriage. Why would she contact you after the divorce? You
must have done something to make me come to you!" She maintained her previous tone. "Still
not saying why she contacted me..." "

Hehe, I still can't guess. Fang, just say it directly." I said with a smile. "

Brother Wang, that's not very friendly. Someone as smart as you can't guess. Well, I'll get straight to the point
. I'm here to settle scores with you. Why did you portray me so badly in the book? And why did you write them so
well ? If they were really good, would they have stolen their own sister's husband? And even
before her sister's divorce, she was already quite provocative, actively offering herself up to her brother-in-law." "At this point, Fang's mood
turned from cloudy to gloomy, and she gritted her teeth in anger.

Seeing that I was still listening to her in silence, she continued fiercely, "Brother Wang, I
came to you because I read your novel published in the First Club. If you had written truthfully, I would have nothing to say,
but you didn't write truthfully at all. You threw all the mud at me, and wrote all the good things about
Xu Bin and his group. Even those readers who didn't know the truth have cursed me to death. Tell me, should I come to you?"

"Hey, Fang, calm down first. How did you see this article? And how did you
know it was written by me?" "I interrupted her with a smile and asked,

"Hmph, you probably think I'm not a smart woman to do those things, right? Let me tell
you, I'm not stupid at all. My current husband has been a member of SIS for several years. After the incident,
he didn't go online for a long time. After we left our hometown and settled in Hangzhou, he would go online every day. Ten days ago,
he saw that article, 'Heartbreaking Caught in Adultery,' which was about 30 chapters long. He felt like it was about
me, so he immediately made me read it. At the time, I didn't know what was going on and scolded him for always reading that kind of
stuff. I didn't want to read it. He said to me, 'Hey, I think the content of this book is about you,
that's why I made you read it.' So I read it, and sure enough, it was about me, and it portrayed me so badly. I
was furious. I immediately thought it was written by Xu Bin, otherwise how would he know some things? Later, after I
finished reading it all, I realized that it was that bastard Xu Bin who told his friends some things, and then his friends wrote it down."

Fang

glared at me fiercely, took a sip of tea, and said, "I was just wondering which friend wrote it
. My husband saw that I had been racking my brains for a long time without figuring it out, so he got me a pen and paper and asked me
to write down all of Xu Bin's friends and colleagues' names. Then I was to compare the names with the netizen Wang Weiwei.
We didn't sleep all night and couldn't find any connection. In the morning, my husband yawned and asked me if I
had missed anything. I said no, but I still dug out my old phone and searched through
my contacts. Finally, I realized that I had forgotten that Xu Bin had a friend like you. So I compared your name with Wang Weiwei's
. At first, I didn't think there was any connection. Hehe, I stared at the two names for more than twenty minutes and
found the evidence that you are Wang Weiwei." "

Seeing that she wasn't going to continue, I figured since she'd already come to me, there was no need to hide it anymore. So
I smiled and said, 'Haha, now I think you're quite clever, aren't you? Yes, I am the
author , but I believe I wrote from a relatively impartial standpoint. Of course, achieving absolute fairness
is difficult for anyone, let alone someone like me who's been Xu Bin's friend for twenty years. Also, I should explain that there are
indeed some details about you that I don't know. Although I did describe your inner thoughts in the text, that
was based on the contents of your diary that you left at home. Xu Bin gave it to me, and I analyzed and summarized it.'

Curiosity still prompted me to ask, 'I admit it now, but I still want to know,
how find the connection between me and the pen name Wang Weiwei?'

'Haha, actually, it's really worthless. Just look at the first letters of your name, www
. If you type it into Sogou Pinyin, it will bring up Wang Weiwei, right?' I said with a fawning smile. '

Yes, that's how I got the name.'" "I nodded in agreement," I added, "Furthermore, I'd like to know
the purpose of your meeting today. Now that you know I've written it, it's impossible to take it back, and so many people have already read it ."i=64>It's over, there's no point in taking it back now. So, what do you want from me? Compensation? Beat me up?

"No need. If you had been there when I first saw the article, I might have punched you.
But now, my anger has subsided, and it's a fait accompli anyway, so let it go. However, I think you portrayed me really badly in
that article. I think you wrote me too crudely. I'm not
that bad. You just explained why, and I also think it's because you don't understand me well that you portrayed me so
badly. Because I have some grudges with Xu Bin. Although Xu Bin is your friend, that's a matter between my husband and me
, and it has nothing to do with you, Brother Wang. Besides, I have no grudges with you, right? You didn't need to
deliberately write bad things about me, Brother Wang, don't you think?"

"Hey, hey, Fang, wait a minute. I think you said something wrong, which is: '
I also think it's because you don't understand me well that you portrayed me so badly.'" It's true I don't know you
well, but I won't portray you badly because of that, okay? Please trust me on this point;
I would never do that. There's a possibility my writing might be slightly off or overly simplistic,
but I won't intentionally portray you badly. I guarantee that with my integrity. Besides, I can't possibly portray you badly;
the key is your own actions. Only what you do can reveal whether someone is good or bad.”

“Hmm, I admit I misspoke.” Fang lowered her head, thinking for a moment, her face slightly flushed.

“But I… I have good points too! Why don't you write about them? You only write about the bad.”
Fang then said softly.

“Yes, everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Maybe I don't know your good points, so
I haven't written about them.” I answered her casually.

“Then, Brother Wang, I'd like to ask you to write a novel specifically about my good points. Could you help
me?” Fang then revealed the purpose of her visit.

“Hehe, Fang, ‘The Heartbreaking Story of Catching an Adulterer’ is just a novel, why take it so seriously?” Besides, the name and
certain things have already been concealed, so no one will know who it is. Why bother writing another
article ? Besides, good and bad are relative; everyone's perspective and understanding are different, leading to completely different
conclusions." I declined.

"No, Brother Wang, I'm begging you, please write another article praising my good points." Fang
insisted that I write another article highlighting her positive aspects.

"Okay, you provide the information, and I'll write a factual article for you, because I really
can't those articles that flatter people." I tried to suggest something to her.

"Alright then, I won't be going back for the next few days. I'll call you after I finish the draft." "Finally, Fang
agreed.

We then exchanged some thoughts, and she told me why she came back. It turned out her
ninety- seriously ill and hospitalized. Her mother and others felt her grandmother wouldn't make it much longer,
so they called her a couple of days ago. Fang, who was raised by her grandmother from a young age, had a very deep bond with her. After receiving the call, she rushed
over. After visiting her, she felt the ship was about to depart, so she decided to stay and accompany her grandmother through her final days.
Today, her mother was with her, so she came out to see me.

I casually asked, 'So, did you see Xu Bin this time? He's your grandmother's
grandson-in-law, shouldn't you have visited him?'

'Oh, Brother Wang, when I just got back, he and Linlin were in Grandma's ward. After seeing me,
he pulled Linlin away.' Fang lowered her head, looking very distressed. '

Perhaps he did this to avoid conflict or arguments between you and Linlin?'" "I'll just make up some excuse to persuade her.

" Hmph, Linlin, that shameless woman, I won't argue with her! And my even more shameless younger
sister , I'm embarrassed
to even mention her. It's like all the men in the world are dead, and her cheap cunt has no man to touch it, so she'll just follow that shameless Xu Bin. Speaking of which, I've been wondering about this for a while now. Back when Xu Bin and I were together
, he often had trouble getting an erection. How come he's become so good now?" I regretted
my question. The woman opposite me was now filled with anger.

"Hey, Fang, it's my fault for being nosy. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay? You and Xu Bin are divorced now, let bygones
be . And Linlin and the others are still your sisters, there's no need to dwell on them." Realizing I'd made a mistake,
I could only try to persuade her.

"I'll never consider them my sisters again!" Actually, my resentment has subsided quite a bit now. Otherwise, if I had seen her
that day , I would have definitely rushed up and slapped her a few times. Heh, they didn't dare tell
me when they got married, probably because they were afraid I'd cause trouble. "

That Xu Bin is a scoundrel. There are plenty of good women out there, why does he have to mess with our women
? I know he's getting revenge on me, and he's messed with two of our women at once. Of course, our
women are also useless, they're just born to let him mess with them." Fang said indignantly.

"Alright, alright, Fang, let's not talk about this anymore. We don't need to care about others. As long as we're
happy doing well in Ningbo now?" I quickly stopped her endless grumbling.

"Me? Do you think I'll be doing well? I'm just getting by. Someone who can't even survive locally, how can they be doing well
in a strange place ?"

"Actually, I think we don't need to care too much about money. If you have more, spend more; if you don't have less,
spend less. The key is that you and your current husband are happy." "I thought they went to another city and
earned less money, so they wanted to reassure her.

" "Well, actually, since I still need you to write my true story, I won't hide it from you,
Brother . After we went to Ningbo, his business there did quite well; he actually earned more than here.
It's just that we... well, I don't know how to say it?" "I can tell you have something you can't say.

" "Fang, everyone has some privacy. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't need to tell me. I understand."I
said it very sincerely.

"No, it's nothing. Anyway, you wrote about it in your article. My husband and I have actually known each other for a long time, oh,
we've known each other for six years. We met while playing mahjong. He had his eye on me back then. Several times after mahjong ended, he..."
He invited me out for a late-night snack. I knew what he meant, so I kept refusing. Later, sometimes when we
sat at the same table playing mahjong, he wouldn't play my hand even when I was discarding a tile that would give him a winning hand. Gradually, I developed some feelings for him
and felt embarrassed to keep rejecting his invitations. Occasionally, I would go out for late-night snacks with him. He even
asked me to be his mistress a few times and wanted me to go skating with him. At that time, I felt guilty for spending so much
time playing mahjong instead of spending time with Xu Bin. How could I do anything outrageous? So
I refused outright. Later, I went to another mahjong parlor and never saw him again.

Perhaps she felt that her time in the drug rehabilitation center was shameful. After taking a sip of tea, she moved her lips
several times but couldn't bring herself to speak.

I tactfully said, "Fang, if you want me to write your story, and there are some things you find difficult to say,
write them down and give them to me later."

She looked at me gratefully, her face slightly flushed, and softly said, "Okay, thank you for your
understanding ." "

Later, we chatted casually about everyday things, and also talked about whether she would come back to develop her career.
Seeing that was almost dinner time, we went our separate ways. Actually, during this time, I wanted to ask her
if she really didn't know that he was just using and playing with her, and didn't truly love
her, since she was so infatuated with Mr. Ge. But then I thought better of it and decided not to make things difficult for her. Besides, now it seems Fang is a smart
woman; many of her mistakes stemmed from personality flaws and her indulgence in carnal pleasures
.

Foreword: This Sunday, Fang again asked me to meet at our usual spot. This time, I arrived at the coffee shop first, booked a private
room texted her. About ten minutes later, she entered, wearing a light green suit
. Her hairstyle was the same as last time, even the strand of hair covering her eyes was so smooth.

'Sorry, I ran into an old friend at the door, so I'm a little late.'" After she sat down,
she took a small sip of the Longjing tea I had poured for her.

"It's alright, I haven't been here long either. How is your grandmother's health?" I asked with a smile.

"Sigh, I guess it's going to be difficult this time, she's been the same as always." Her face showed obvious sadness.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but you should try to think positively. After all, she's getting old. As long as you've fulfilled
your duties as a junior, you'll have no regrets." I said apologetically.

"Yes, it's alright, she's over ninety years old after all. Oh, Brother Wang, this is something I wrote hastily these past few days. I need
you to tidy it up, but I have one request: please try to keep the theme from deviating too much, especially
the parts about Xu Bin. Please don't make too many changes, haha, okay?" She took out a stack of
papers from her bag and handed them to me.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Perhaps I'll add some content appropriately in that area, but I guarantee with my integrity that I will absolutely respect your original work, and I won't change your opinion
just because Xu Bin is a good friend of mine ."
"I made a very serious promise to her.

'Brother Wang, I believe you can do it,' she said softly.

'Did you go out and have some fun this week? You'll be away from home for a while, right?' I asked
her casually.

'Yes, I saw a few close friends, and also…' She paused, noticing I was staring at her
without speaking, and then said somewhat embarrassedly, 'The day before yesterday, I… I specifically asked Mr. Ge's friend,
and I heard that this time, this time he's really finished, he'll probably be sentenced at the end of the month.'

I could see very clearly from across the table that she was very sad about Mr. Ge's situation, and her voice grew softer and softer.

'Fang… well, how should I put it? I don't know how to start, actually I…' I, who am usually very
eloquent , really didn't know how to begin.

'Brother Wang, you probably want to ask why I feel this way about him, right?' Fang said after understanding my predicament.

'Yes, perhaps I shouldn't ask, but I really want to know, not only do the readers of my previous article
want to know your true thoughts, but I also want to know these things. '" "I asked her apologetically.

"I know some things are hard to explain, and not everything needs a reason
. I already wrote about this in the materials I gave you earlier; take a look." She
blushed and lowered her head.

"Fang, let me ask you one more question: do you love Xu Bin? What's your attitude towards him now?" I wanted to know
her true feelings for her brother.

"Yes, I can assure you I truly love him, and he's the man I love most in this life. But as for us,
if he were my first husband, I would definitely stay with him until we grow old." Her tone left no room for doubt.

"Well, maybe. I have to go now. I hope you're happy." "I said goodbye to her.

Because there was no one to take care of me when I was little, I was raised by my retired grandparents from the age of five.
After my grandfather retired, he had nothing to do, so he would play mahjong with some neighbors. He would let me sit and watch while he played.
Influenced by him, I fell in love with playing mahjong from a young age. After I turned eight, on Sundays when I didn't have school, after finishing
my homework , I loved to watch my grandfather play mahjong. When he went to the toilet, I would play a few rounds for him, and I would often
win a little money for him.

I have a very stubborn temper; I'm the kind of person who will never admit my mistakes. When I was little, if I occasionally made a mistake when I came home,
my mother would hit me while asking, 'Do you know you're wrong?' If it were my younger sister , Qiufang
, she would loudly admit her mistake before my mother even hit her. But me? No matter how much my mother hit me, I
wouldn't admit my mistake, nor would I cry; I would just grit my teeth and remain silent. So my mother always said to me, 'With such a stubborn temper,
you'll definitely suffer in the future.' " "

I started working shortly after graduating from junior high school; it was the company I worked for before the last incident. Later ..."Seeing that all the girls around me had boyfriends, I started paying attention to the young men around me who didn't have girlfriends. At that time, many of my girlfriends liked the so-called pretty boys, but I didn't like that type. I liked rugged men with defined features and a masculine charm.

When I was twenty, my workplace hired a batch of temporary workers, including a man who became my ex-husband, Qian
Dong. I was immediately attracted to him. He was 1.85 meters tall, with a well-defined face and dark skin—exactly my
type. Whether by coincidence or fate, he also took a liking to me and began pursuing me soon after joining the company
.

He was my type, and with his proactive pursuit, we quickly became
a couple He was twenty-eight then, eight years older than me, but I didn't care at all.
Several colleagues and friends, knowing we were dating, advised me against it. They said he was a
short-tempered, violent man who came from a poor family and didn't even own a house.

But I felt he treated me well. Because of the age difference, he was very accommodating. As for his poor
financial situation, I hadn't considered it at the time. I felt that as long as we were happy together, hardship
didn't matter, so I didn't heed their opinions.

After our relationship became public, I took him to my home. My family, after meeting him and considering
his financial situation, also opposed our relationship. However, I was in the throes of happiness, and with my
naturally stubborn nature, I didn't listen to them. At that time, his family was indeed poor; his
entire family brother, sister-in-law, nephew, parents, and himself—six people in total, crammed into a dilapidated bungalow of less than 50 square meters
.

Despite everyone's objections, we continued our relationship. When I was 21, we
had been dating for over eight months. I remember it was August. That day, after a day out, we returned to his house.
His parents left when they saw me
, leaving just the two of us in the room where they usually shared. We happily embraced and whispered sweet nothings for a while. Then he asked me to give him everything.
Perhaps out of girlish fear, I refused, insisting that I would only
give him everything after marriage, to have a true wedding night together.

Finally, because of my insistence, my family agreed to our relationship. When I was twenty-four,
considering he was thirty-two, we chose an auspicious day to get married. Since I had no brothers,
after discussing it with him, he agreed to move into our family home, so the new house was set up in my house, and everything in the house
was provided by my family.

After all the relatives and friends had left, we hugged tightly and kissed passionately, eagerly
tearing at each other's clothes. When he carried me to the bathroom, I saw a man's penis for the first time, erect
and high at his waist. My face immediately felt hot, and I couldn't help but feel scared. Would such a large penis damage my body? After we quickly washed up, he carried me to the bed. Perhaps he was too impatient; without much caressing, he eagerly thrust inside me. I was incredibly nervous. Having seen his genitals before, I was already afraid. My vagina, which had been somewhat moist, became dry when he entered. So when his large penis suddenly slammed in, my whole body trembled, my legs tensed, and the pain made me scream, "It hurts! Be gentle!" He stopped, glanced at me, and said began to thrust forcefully. I gritted my teeth, painfully enduring his violent thrusts, feeling as if my vagina was being torn apart. Tears welled up in my eyes. Later, I thought that since I was married to him, satisfying him was my duty. I slowly relaxed my body, and my vagina gradually became moist again. When I felt a little more comfortable, I felt his large penis throbbing inside me, and at the same time, I heard him scream, "Ah!" Soon after, he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. So, on my wedding night, besides enduring the pain three times, I didn't experience the pleasurable feeling that people talked about during sex, which made me afraid. Later, I secretly asked my close friend Zhao Yan about her experience with sex. She said, "That's the man's pleasure, and it's a torment for us women. There's nothing we can do; we're women. When they want it, we, as wives, have to satisfy them. I guess it'll be better after having a baby." I looked at her doubtfully, "How could it be better after having a baby?" She laughed and smacked my head, "How can you be so silly? After having a baby, your vagina will stretch a bit, and then it won't hurt so much." I nodded, seemingly understanding, and began to hope that I would get pregnant soon. Not long after, I really did get pregnant. When I confirmed the news at the hospital, I was overjoyed. Finally, I could be temporarily relieved of that pain. When I got home, I told my husband about the pregnancy, thinking he would be very happy. Unexpectedly, he just said "Oh" and didn't react at all. That night, he climbed on top of me again. I pushed him off, telling him that the doctor had advised against sex to avoid a miscarriage. Unexpectedly, he said, "Doctors don't know anything honey. Don't listen to their nonsense. I'll be careful, nothing will happen." Then he climbed on top of me again. Although I tried to stop him, the difference in strength was too great, and besides, he was my husband. I could only endure his large penis thrusting forcefully into my dry vagina, once again experiencing the stinging pain as if my vagina was being torn open. In less than five minutes, he yelled, left some discharge inside me, and then fell asleep. Every time after we finished, when I went to the bathroom to wash, tears would stream down my face. I felt resentful, but I couldn't express it. I blamed myself for not listening to my family and friends' advice and choosing him as my husband! When I was four months pregnant, my mom helped me get approval to build two two-story houses near our home. I immediately calculated our savings and realized we were about 25,000 yuan short. So I said to my husband, "Honey, Mom got the approval, but I checked my savings and we're about 25,000 yuan short . Do you have any money?"

"Where would I get the money? You know my salary is only so much, where would I get any savings?"
My husband sat on the sofa and continued watching TV.

"Honey, didn't you have any savings before? Besides, we eat at my mom's, so we
don't have to pay for food. What about your salary? Don't you have any savings?" I persisted.

"Fang, you know perfectly well that with this much salary, I need to smoke, buy lottery tickets, and sometimes
go out drinking with friends. Where would I get any savings?" My husband remained unmoved.

"Honey, how can you live like this? It's a good thing I don't need you to support me, otherwise we'd starve.
And what about the baby in my belly? You'll be the one to raise it! I asked my mom to help us apply for permission to build a house,
it's for the family's benefit. Once it's built, we can rent it out, and we can make a lot of money from future demolition compensation. No matter what, you
have to give me 10,000 yuan. My mom spent over 5,000 yuan applying for that land, and she
didn't us. I'll borrow another 15,000 from her." Seeing him like this, I could only put some pressure on him.

"You want me to come up with 10,000 yuan? Where am I supposed to get that from? My parents don't have any money. Besides, if
my family weren't poor and didn't have a house, why would I have married into your family? People outside say that
when you're looking for a son-in-law, all he needs is a good wife. I've already conceived a child with you!" Hearing these outrageous words,
I trembled with anger and went back to my room, collapsing onto the bed and crying my eyes out.

How could this happen? When we were dating, he promised me so much, that he would do everything I asked, and
how love me. But now he's like this. Was I blind? I didn't mind that he
was a temporary worker, I didn't mind that his family didn't have a house. How could I have married a man like this?

We argued many times over that 10,000 yuan. His sister, who was working in the US, happened to be back in China at the time.
When she found out, she scolded him, and in the end, she gave him the money.

The house was finally built. When I received the first rent payment, he realized the benefit of building the house.
That day, he held me very gently, touching my pregnant belly, and said, "My wife is so smart. We
won't have to worry about the baby anymore." I lay happily in his arms, feeling like I had found that old feeling again.

When I gave birth to my daughter, my company laid off temporary workers, and he became unemployed. At that time, the family
needed . So, after my maternity leave, I went back to work, and
he stayed home to take care of our daughter. Every day after work, I could eat the meals he cooked, and he took good care of our daughter.
We had a happy year together.

About a month and a half after our daughter was born, he suggested resuming our sex life.
We had abstained from sex for several months since I was seven months pregnant. I thought he must have been having a hard time abstaining, so I
agreed. That night, as I was breastfeeding our daughter in bed, he lay down beside me and helped me take
off . His rough hands were on my lower body, touching my genitals, and he even inserted a finger,
mimicking the act of sex. His head was pressed tightly against my shoulder, and he was breathing heavily. My daughter was suckling at my nipple. With this
triple stimulation, I felt the urge for sex for the first time, and I felt my vagina was quite wet.

After his daughter had eaten her fill and fallen asleep happily, he scooped her up and got out of bed, hurriedly placing her on
the small bed next to him. His naked lower body, his thick, long penis swaying as he walked, made
me chuckle. After settling his daughter in, he quickly got back into bed, laid me down, and climbed on top of me. I whispered
in his ear… "Honey, you must have been working hard lately. Be gentle when you go later, I'll satisfy you
properly ."

I felt his hot glans rub against my vaginal opening a few times before suddenly thrusting in. Perhaps it was because childbirth had
stretched my vagina, or perhaps it was because my vagina was already very wet, but for the first time, I didn't feel any pain
during . I only felt my vagina swell, and with each thrust, I felt
an itchy, tingling sensation inside. After about two or three minutes, as I became increasingly excited, I felt a
burning sensation deep inside my vagina. His penis was throbbing inside me, and it felt incredibly good.
So when my husband tried to pull out, I held him tightly, not letting him withdraw.

"Honey, I think I held on for too long, so I let go so quickly," he
said apologetically in my ear.

"It's okay, honey. I felt really good just now. Can you put it in a little longer?

" I felt my vagina contracting and throbbing.

After he lay down beside me, I pressed my face against his chest and took his penis, which had just given me pleasure, into my hand. I
thought to myself, "It really is like what my friend Zhao Yan said, things will get better after having a baby." Then, my husband grabbed my
hand that was holding his penis and started stroking it up and down. He leaned back slightly against the headboard, kissed me on the cheek, and said
, "Honey, I want to smoke a cigarette. When you get hard, let's do it again, okay?
It's too cold outside."

Because I don't allow him to smoke in the room, he goes to the balcony when he wants to smoke. I don't know why, but
that day I allowed him: "You can't smoke next time, but I'll make an exception for you today, but
open the window a little first."

After he opened the window a little and leaned back on the bed smoking, I pressed my face against his chest again, my small hand tightly gripping
his penis and stroking it. In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, I felt his penis hard again, and
it felt very hot. When my husband inserted his penis into my body again, the tingling, numb, and tight feeling in my vagina made
me involuntarily cry out, "Oh!" So my husband thrust vigorously, and my moans gradually grew louder. The excitement and
pleasure made me, for the first time, shamelessly hug my husband and say, "Oh, oh, husband, oh, darling,
you're making me feel so good." Perhaps it was the first time I'd said that, because afterward, I felt my face burning. At that moment,
my husband told me to kneel on the bed. I knelt down, looking at him from behind with a puzzled expression.

He entered my vagina from behind, and it felt deeper than when I was lying down and being penetrated. It felt like he
was hitting my cervix every time. This feeling was overwhelming for me.Honey, you're going too deep, too far.
"I can't take it anymore." But my husband kept thrusting, and I slowly got used to it. I felt like
my body was about to fly, and I had my first orgasm. The pleasure and comfort made me too weak to kneel
anymore and I collapsed onto the bed. My husband was behind me and continued to fuck me. Just when I felt I couldn't bear his
weight of over 180 pounds, my husband ejaculated inside me again. He tightly gripped my
neck and made loud "Oh, oh" sounds. Chapter

Three: My First Marriage (Part 2)

After my maternity leave, my husband and I began our happy married life. Although he lost his job and income after his company
laid off temporary workers, our income and rent were enough
to cover our living expenses. He was also very good at housework and took good care of our daughter.

Soon after my maternity leave ended, I returned to work. Since my home was very close to my workplace,
only ride, I often sneaked home during my free time to breastfeed my daughter. However, not long after, the house we now live in, which is also my parents' house, was slated for demolition

because it obstructed planning . At first, I felt fortunate that my newly built house wasn't in the demolition area. But before we were supposed to move out of my mother's house, we received a notice that our house was also going to be demolished. After my mother's house was demolished, the government... The government compensated us with three apartments. My mother lived in one, and another was given to my sister, who also married into the family. Since I received compensation for the house I built myself, I bought the third apartment and gave my mother 90,000 yuan. Of course, this price was very cheap; it was based on the assumption that if my mother's family didn't take the apartment, the government would subsidize 1,000 yuan per square meter. I paid 1,000 yuan per square meter, while the market price for apartments at that time was already 2,000 yuan per square meter. After my own house was demolished, I didn't receive government-subsidized housing. Instead, I bought two pre-sale apartments in another area through someone else and received nearly 200,000 yuan in compensation. I paid 90,000 yuan for the apartment I bought for my mother, paid off the debts from building the house the remaining money was enough for us to renovate the newly bought apartment. Because my sister took my mother's apartment without paying, my husband was very upset and kept grumbling about it family, I received compensation from my mother... My sister applied for a building permit but didn't receive it, while I received money and a new house from the demolition compensation. However, he still frequently berates my parents for being unfair, which makes me very angry. After the demolition, we renovated the new house, and we had no money left. My daughter is growing up, and her expenses are gradually increasing. Most importantly, we no longer have rent money, so my salary alone is barely enough to support the family . I discussed with him the possibility of having my daughter cared for by my recently retired mother so he could find a job. He agreed to look, but after more than two months, he had asked me for nearly a thousand yuan (this was in 1997 , and my monthly salary was only a little over a thousand yuan), but he still hadn't found work. Later, I was told that he actually went to my mother-in-law's house to play mahjong every morning after leaving home and didn't actually look for work. When I heard this, I was furious and immediately went home and had a huge fight with him. Once, when , I would act impulsively and vent my anger without thinking, but I wouldn't hold a grudge afterwards. That time, I might have said some harsh things to him, and he slapped me very hard, swelling my face. The hurt I felt and his lack of self-control, plus the physical violence he inflicted—how could I bear it? I locked myself in my room and cried my heart out. I went to bed without eating dinner. After watching TV in the living room, he came into the room, got into bed, and, reeking of alcohol, grabbed me and started tearing at my underwear, demanding sex. At that moment, I wanted to kill him. How could I have such a shameless husband? How could he bring up this at a time like this? I fought back desperately, refusing to let him have his way. He cursed under his breath and turned to sleep. But after I fell asleep , he pulled down my underwear and penetrated me in my sleep. I was woken up by the pain. "How could you be such a beast? Have you no shame?" "I pushed him away while cursing. 'You're my wife, so you should let me fuck you, what's wrong with that? Do you think I'm a beast for fucking my own wife? ' He continued to thrust violently, grinning as he spoke. Perhaps only a woman who has tasted this kind of pain knows how intensely my parched vagina was torn apart by his forceful thrusting. Perhaps the physical pain could be endured, but the pain in my heart was truly unbearable. I had brought this bitter fruit upon myself! The next day, because of the marks on my face, I, concerned for my reputation, could only call in sick. He, however, left early in the morning as if he were going to work. At noon, my mother came to my house with my daughter to get her clothes. When she saw me lying on the bed, I, who never told my family about my grievances, could no longer control I hugged my mother and wept bitterly. My mother, with tears in her eyes, said..." Fang, when you were little, Mom worried about you. With your stubborn personality, you'd get hurt sooner or later. Take your marriage, for example. We tried to advise you, but you wouldn't listen. Ever since you got married, Mom has been worried about you. Seeing that you were doing well, Mom silently prayed for you, hoping you could live happily ever after. But alas, now that we have a daughter, Mom thinks you should talk to him properly. You absolutely mustn't do anything that will make people laugh at you. Also, Mom isn't criticizing you, but you need to change your personality . You're a mother now. " Tearfully, I promised my mother, thinking only of myself, that I mustn't do anything that my sensitive mother couldn't accept That night, after he came home, I swallowed my grievances and made up with him, begging him to find a job. Otherwise, how could we, as parents, provide a good educational environment for our daughter when she grew up? He verbally agreed immediately and promised to go out and earn money right away. He looked for several jobs, but never stayed long, the longest being no more than two months. Either they were too tiring or the wages were too low. No matter how much I persuaded him, it was no use. Later, he openly said that he would never look for a job again and asked me for money to invest in stocks. My salary alone had to cover household expenses, how could I afford to give him money to invest in stocks? In the end, it was his sister, who worked in the United States, who gave him five thousand US dollars, and from then on, he started investing in stocks at home."

I'd been investing in stocks for over six months and hadn't given a single penny to the household budget. Seeing that I had no other choice, I decided to tighten my
belt work as a hostess at a dance hall after work, earning fifty yuan a night.

Because I was so disappointed in him, I no longer wanted to have sex with him. But as his
wife , I couldn't escape my wifely duties. Every time he made a request, I tried to refuse,
and if I couldn't, I'd just endure it and let him have his way. Over time, I became terrified of the night, even terrified of going home.

When we couldn't avoid having sex, I would spread my body out, remaining motionless while
he worked on me, sometimes urging him to finish quickly. But things didn't go as planned. He used to last
no time together; in the past, I even complained that he was too short. Now, I
wanted him to finish quickly, but he'd become much more intense. He wouldn't finish for at least twenty minutes, he
wouldn't let me go. I was often left mentally exhausted and dazed.

When I first started working as a greeter at the dance hall, I didn't tell him what kind of job it was. He didn't object to me
finding another job. I worked at my job during the day and then worked as a greeter at the dance hall at night. A greeter stands at the dance hall entrance to greet
guests, and needs to wear high heels and a cheongsam. After standing for several hours, my legs were numb and my toes ached
terribly . Even with this exhausted body, I still had to strip naked when I got home and have him fuck me for half an hour.
But for the sake of my reputation and my mother, I had to endure it.

It was while working as a greeter that I met Mr. Ge. He was probably in his thirties at the time, with captivating eyes,
very tall, and eloquent. After seeing me for the first time, he asked the dance hall owner to arrange
an opportunity for him to seduce me.

To be honest, a woman like me who doesn't have a man's affection really longs for genuine
love and attention, and Mr. Ge was exactly my type. But considering my family, I restrained
my feelings.

However, after meeting me, Mr. Ge came to the dance hall almost
every . He wouldn't go in to dance; he would just stand beside me and chat.

I even advised him not to stand next to me to avoid misunderstandings, and told him that my daughter was quite grown up.
But he said in his magnetic voice, "Fang, I can't stop people from talking. I just love standing
next to . Let them talk, what's there to be afraid of? Only beautiful women attract men who want to be with them every day. Actually,
some people are just envious of you."

Or he would say, "Fang, do you know? Ever since I met you, I dream about you every day. If I don't see you
for two days , I feel anxious and can't muster the energy to do anything. Now that I'm with
you every day, seeing you every day has increased my enthusiasm for work. So I should thank you properly,
because increased enthusiasm has helped me earn a lot more money."

Although I told him not to talk nonsense, I still felt sweet inside. One night I even
dreamed of hugging him, which made me blush when I woke up. Looking at my husband sleeping next to me, I felt
a little guilty.

About a month after I met Mr. Ge, he made an agreement with our boss that the four of us greeters would have to dance with his friend after finishing our standing guard at the entrance
the next day He would pay our wages. Moreover,
he continued to chat with me while I stood guard that day and told me that he had already talked to the boss and that I didn't need to dance with his friend the next day. Instead, I
could dance with him personally.

The next day, before leaving home, I told my husband I'd be home a little late because I was going out with some girlfriends
. My husband didn't even look up, just waved and said, "Okay, just come home early."

After we finished greeting the guests, we went to where Mr. Ge was sitting. After pouring me a drink,
he put his hand behind me and gently put it around my neck. My face immediately turned red. Luckily, the lighting was dim, and no one could
see where his hand was. When I tried to push him away, he grabbed my hand. While touching my
hand, he pretended the dance hall was too noisy to hear me and whispered in my ear, "Fang, I've wanted to touch
your soft, white hands for a long time, you know? Seeing your hands makes me hard. Today, it seems like you
knew what I was thinking, and you deliberately put your hand behind me so I could touch it." His heavy breath tickled my ear
and neck, a very pleasant sensation.

"Mr. Ge, don't hold on, people will see," I tried to pull my hand back.

Just then, a waltz began, and Mr. Ge pulled me into the dance floor. He led me very skillfully.
I've always loved dancing and am actually quite good at it, but I haven't danced much since getting married. So, under Mr. Ge's
guidance, I twirled very gracefully. Several couples even stopped to watch us dance, which made me very
happy and proud.

After the music ended, he took my hand and led me back to our seats, offering me a wet wipe to wipe my sweat. I gratefully thanked
him. At that moment, everyone around us went to do the hugging dance, and the lights slowly dimmed. He suddenly pulled me into a hug and brought his lips close to mine. Instinctively, I pushed him away, but he only hugged me
tighter . "Mr. Ge, no, no, don't do this, I... I have... I..." Before I could finish speaking, his mouth covered mine. His tongue darted into my mouth, licking it and sucking my saliva. One large hand encircled my waist, while the other hand groped my back, making me feel ticklish. I passively accepted it. When he slipped his hand under my cheongsam from the side, I grabbed it tightly, breaking free from his mouth and saying, "Mr. Ge, this really can't be." He didn't insist and began kissing my earlobes and neck, making me feel both uncomfortable and pleasurable. At this moment, I felt my lower body, which had been dry for a long time, begin to wet, and some fluid even started to flow out. The hand that I had been holding seemed to understand my feelings, its fingers sliding incessantly along my thighs . When I wasn't looking, it moved its fingers to my genitals, noticeably pressing harder on the vaginal opening. Thankfully, the music ended and the lights came back on. He let go of me, and I was able to straighten my clothes. For the next three steps, none of Mr. Ge's friends got up to dance. Everyone chatted and laughed, and the song quickly passed.

Next came a slow waltz that lasted more than ten minutes (we call it the hugging dance). Mr. Ge pulled
me up and I had no choice but to follow him onto the dance floor. When the lights dimmed, he put his hands behind my back and brought his mouth to my lips again
. I was very hesitant. I wanted to enjoy his caresses, but I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and would do
something out of line. I kept shaking my head to prevent him from kissing me. At this moment, he freed one hand, held the back of my head, and brought his mouth to my lips
again . I bit my teeth to prevent his tongue from entering.

Unexpectedly, he bit my earlobe. I felt the pain and was about to speak to stop him when he quickly
returned to my lips, his tongue entering my mouth. I could only let him suck on it. Soon, his
hand slipped under the hem of my cheongsam and touched my buttocks. When I tried to retaliate, he
pulled both my hands to his chest with his other hand and pressed them down with his body. I could only let him roughly fondle my buttocks. At that moment,
I felt my body burning up, my whole body burning, especially my face. Because his face was pressed against mine,
this experienced man had a complete grasp of my physiological reactions.

He heard my suppressed moans and began to fondle my buttocks with both hands, which also
stimulated my genitals, intensifying my desire and increasing my moans. Then I felt
a strong hand move to my genitals, quickly tracing its way through my underwear and stockings at the vaginal opening. I
couldn't bear his weight any longer and instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. His hands then
slipped , touching my wet genitals. He whispered in my ear, "Fang, I feel so
ashamed. Look, your little pussy is blaming me. I just arrived at the door, and your little pussy is already crying
to greet me. Oh, it's all my fault. I didn't come sooner, and you wouldn't be crying so much!"

When I didn't respond, he inserted his fingers into my vagina and manipulated it, then pulled my hand to his groin.
My hand felt his hardness. "Fang, your pussy is waiting for me. Aren't you going to touch it?"
I felt like a puppet, touching him through my pants. "Fang, be my woman. Your body already loves me
, and your heart must love me too, understand? From now on, you're my woman."

At that moment, I had no will to resist. I did whatever he said. Luckily, the dance ended, giving me
time to think. For the next two hours,
I went through cycles of clarity, confusion, clarity, and confusion again. Looking back, I can't understand myself. How could I be so shameless as to obey his
commands and let him do whatever he wanted to me? The most shameful thing was that I even took the initiative to touch his thick, long, and hard
penis, comparing it to my husband Qian Dong's penis. I even followed his instructions to insert my fingers
into my vagina and then put my fingers, covered in my own juices, into his mouth. When he held my fingers tightly in his mouth,
I actually had an orgasm without any actual sex.

This time, I was lucky. When we left the dance hall, we had planned to have a late-night snack together, but a gust of wind
made me feel clearer, and I firmly refused, saying it was too late.

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