How a wife transforms from a naive woman into a lustful slut.

The preceding description is a microcosm of Wenwen's recent years of indulging in sensual pleasures with numerous men, her unrestrained debauchery, and her promiscuous behavior. The ancients said: "Human nature is inherently good." No man is born a demon, nor is any woman born a harlot. My now-desperate wife, whom everyone can sleep with, was once a pure and lovely girl. However, with the passage of time and changes in environment, influenced by various internal and external factors, she slowly transformed into a promiscuous woman! Because of my own increasingly open and philandering ways, Wenwen's transformation also owes some "credit" to me. Next, let's follow the trajectory of time back to our youthful years, searching for traces of innocence, and the process of the divergence in our sexual attitudes and behaviors. That year, I was 22 years old, having worked in a state-owned enterprise for two or three years. Throughout history, the world of young people has always revolved around love. The youth of young men and women is equally vibrant and colorful, and like everyone else, I yearned for beautiful and pure love! In the early days of reform and opening up, the national economy was weak, industry and commerce were underdeveloped, and there was little inter-regional population movement. Cultural life was impoverished, and transportation and communication were very backward—it was like two different worlds compared to today. Young men and women didn't have the diverse social venues or numerous dating platforms available today to make friends and pursue love; it was very difficult. Work wasn't stressful then, and besides easily coping with my job, I had little to do. I often visited friends, acquaintances, and fellow villagers in various departments, sometimes friends would bring friends to visit new friends, and so on, connecting with ten, ten, and a hundred people at a time. This laid the foundation for young people to build networks and pursue love. People's views were just beginning to shift from traditional to more open, but dating wasn't as casual as it is today; it was a matter that had to be treated with caution. In my early twenties, my views on love were quite pure. My standards for a partner weren't high, but they were quite unique. I hoped to find a beautiful, intelligent, and pure girl in my romantic life—either quiet and reserved or innocent and lively. In an era where having a job was paramount, I didn't use it as a standard. On the contrary, I thought it didn't matter if a girl had a job; as long as she was intelligent, everything else was secondary. Those androgynous, mature, or vulgar mediocre girls would never catch my eye. Although I wasn't particularly outstanding myself, I had the right to pursue outstanding girls. In the past two or three years, my romantic life has seen a few small ripples. One was two years ago when I traveled to a city in a neighboring province. Back then, travel wasn't popular, but I had plenty of time and enjoyed traveling to different places. During that trip, I visited a distant relative's house for the first time and met my beautiful little cousin. She had just taken her university entrance exams and received her acceptance letter. She was an extremely intelligent and quick-witted girl. As siblings, we got along very well, and I really liked her. I felt she perfectly matched my ideal type. My budding romance caused me a very special feeling that tormented me for a long time. During this period, she occupied my entire being, becoming my idol, and there was no room for any other girl in my heart. But in reality, a distant relative like us couldn't possibly be a romantic relationship; it was just unrequited love. I was so naive and infatuated back then. Another girl I met was from a friend's workplace in the area. She was tall and slender, with delicate and beautiful features, and dressed fashionably—a local beauty queen. Her father was a company manager, and she had a good family background. After being introduced by a friend, we had some contact and interaction. Due to different pursuits, we had little in common. Although her beauty captivated me, we never actually started a romantic relationship and gradually drifted apart. There were also two girls in my workplace who started working the same year as me. They were both quite outstanding, and we got along well. One of them was particularly kind to me and seemed interested in a romantic relationship, but she was a year older than me, which exceeded my standard of not dating girls older than me. The other was a girl who was excellent at her job, politically progressive, well-behaved, charming, and popular with her superiors. We got along very well as friends and even considered developing a romantic relationship. Our supervisor tried to play matchmaker, and the girl even hinted at her feelings with a love poem. However, I always felt that she was a bit worldly, and we ultimately didn't cross the line into a romantic relationship. In those years, people's concept of chastity was very strong. When I was with these girls, we always treated each other with respect and never had any improper thoughts. I dared not cross the line. I had a firm belief in being a good man: if I wasn't truly in love, I wouldn't cross the line and I couldn't hurt the girl! So, back then, I was a very devoted, pure, serious, and responsible man when it came to love. Recently, I've been seeing a girl named Rainbow, whom I'll never forget. She was my first real girlfriend and the first woman I had a physical relationship with. For many years, I've felt guilty towards her. This guilt stems from not properly controlling my standards and actions regarding love at the time. I'd also like to share my relationship with Rainbow here. Because it was my first time, I experienced everything I'd never felt before, and some of those feelings I'll never have again—it's worth remembering. Rainbow is an unemployed young woman in my workplace. At 20, she's in her prime, with a pretty face, fair skin, and a height of nearly 1.6 meters—not tall, but well-proportioned. She has a full and alluring figure, with high, rounded breasts and a sexy, round bottom that's incredibly attractive to men. She's a young woman experiencing the stirrings of first love. Rainbow doesn't live in the city, but she grew up with relatives there, so she's considered a city girl. She currently lives in the company dormitory, just like me. Living in the same compound as several young people from my workplace, including Shuangfei Fakemi, we all liked to hang out together often, practically seeing each other every day. Two years ago, I was infatuated with two girls—one a pretty and intelligent younger cousin, the other a beautiful and fashionable town belle—but neither relationship blossomed into anything. While I wouldn't say I suffered a severe emotional blow, it left a slight scar on my heart. Starting last spring, I spent more time with Rainbow, especially at noon and in the evenings, often hanging out in her room. Back then, relationships weren't as delicate and distant as they are now. It wasn't considered wrong for a young boy and girl to visit each other frequently, even if they weren't dating; most people had very proper morals. However, the youthful energy constantly challenged both Rainbow and me. Over time, the boundaries blurred. Joking and physical contact gradually increased our attraction, and a secret desire for the opposite sex began to grow within me. Finally, one night, when I saw Rainbow, as usual, wearing a floral shirt, her breasts firm, her hips swaying sexily as she walked, I couldn't control my impulse any longer. I grabbed her and kissed her. Rainbow struggled a few times, but when my lips pressed against hers and I forcefully inserted my tongue into her mouth, she stopped struggling and began to actively cooperate in the passionate kiss, quickly becoming aroused! Rainbow's characteristic when aroused was that while kissing passionately, she would thrust her lower body forward, constantly twisting and rubbing against my groin. And so, we stood there, embracing, intertwined, kissing, twisting, and rubbing! No words were needed; our emotions quickly merged. That first passionate kiss was truly unrestrained, breathtakingly exciting, and we didn't want to separate for a long time. This was my first kiss with a girl, and the first time I had experienced a woman's passionate side. And so, we crossed the first hurdle, opening the window to love. From that day on, Rainbow and I became more ambiguous. Although we were together every day and had some physical contact, Rainbow always maintained a certain distance, not letting me go any further. Our interactions were limited to hugs and kisses. Perhaps it was because I hadn't explicitly promised her anything, or perhaps it was because we hadn't formally established a relationship through our parents, but we didn't rush into forbidden territory like young people do nowadays. That summer, one afternoon, we were chatting in her room again. Later, she seemed tired and sat on a bench against the wall, closing her eyes to rest. Her full breasts tempted me again, so I went over and sat beside her. I began to gently kiss her earlobe, face, and lips, my right hand lightly caressing her high breasts outside her shirt. Afterward, seeing that Rainbow didn't resist, I held my breath and gently unbuttoned her shirt, lifting it up. Two round breasts were revealed under a pink bra. My heart raced, and I simply reached my trembling hands behind her back and struggled to unhook the bra! A pair of snow-white, round, and elastic breasts were presented to me without any cover. This was the first time in my life that I had touched a young woman's breasts. My breathing became even more rapid, my blood pressure soared, my hands trembled, and I felt dizzy. When I touched her breasts, I instantly felt an electric shock, a flash of lightning that made my vision go blank. This is not an exaggeration; it's true. I used to struggle to grasp the electric shock sensation described in romance novels, but this time I truly experienced that wonderful feeling! This pleasurable sensation may only happen once in a lifetime, because in my subsequent experiences...This included the first time I touched my current wife, and no other woman ever appeared again. I excitedly kissed Rainbow's lips, kneaded her firm breasts, and sucked on her pink nipples, which made her moan softly. Rainbow never opened her eyes; I knew she was pretending to be asleep to satisfy my desires of the past few days, allowing me to successfully pass the second hurdle! Later, I often stayed out late at Rainbow's room, and she didn't urge me to leave. When it was late, she would just go to bed on her own, which gave me the opportunity to violate her. I would often sneak my hands under the warm covers to touch her breasts and then move to her lower body. At first, she would wake up and stop me as soon as I put my hands under her underwear, but later I would gradually go deeper and touch her wet genitals before being stopped. This happened many times, and I slowly explored that virgin territory. One night during the National Day holiday, Rainbow and I stayed up late together again. She went to bed first. That night, when I touched her genitals, they felt particularly slippery, with a little vaginal fluid. Normally, if I touched her there, she would wake up and stop me from going any further, but this time she didn't "wake up"! My desire swelled further. I reached for the flashlight on the bedside table and stuck my head under the covers to look at her private parts. Rainbow still didn't stop me. I boldly took off her panties and saw her sparse pubic hair, her white mons pubis, and two deep red, wrinkled, tender labia minora, like two fresh black fungus. I felt the time was right, and my lust was overwhelming. I got up, took off my clothes, and crawled into the girl's bed. It was my first time in a girl's bed, and I was so excited that my whole body was trembling! When I pulled up her bra and unhooked her bra, and climbed onto her fragrant body, Rainbow opened her eyes slightly and then closed them again. One hand was on my waist, and the other gripped the blanket tightly. She looked nervous, and I knew she had tacitly approved of my actions tonight. Holding Rainbow's fair and tender body in my arms, inhaling her faint, intoxicating fragrance, I frantically kissed her, caressing her firm breasts, pondering my next move. Neither of us was experienced, and we were both quite awkward, unsure where to begin. Luckily, I had read some books on physiology and even a popular, handwritten erotic novel called "The Heart of a Young Girl," which gave me some theoretical knowledge of sex. Slowly, I moved from kissing her lips to her breasts, touching her nipples to her lower abdomen and then her genitals, preparing for penetration. I burrowed under the covers again, using a flashlight to carefully examine her genitals. I couldn't figure out where the clitoris was; I didn't see the small, bean-like clitoral head described in the books. The labia, however, were clearly visible, a dark reddish-brown that resembled two pieces of wood ear fungus. Rainbow's labia were thin and medium-sized. I wondered how strange this woman was; what were those two pieces of flesh for? Then I parted her labia to carefully examine the vaginal vestibule. The book said the urethra was at the top, and I could vaguely see some small buds surrounding a small opening. The vaginal opening below was very hidden; I only saw a glistening pool of clear, transparent vaginal fluid flowing from Rainbow at the very bottom. I could pull long strands of it with my hand, and I could vaguely see several tiny petals gathered together beneath the fluid, but I couldn't see any hole there. I concluded that the vaginal fluid was coming from the clitoris, and those petal-like buds must be the hymen. Inside was the vagina that I dreamed of inserting my big cock into every day. I gently touched the clitoris with my finger, and Rainbow's body trembled and she let out a soft "Ouch!" I thought to myself, "What should I do? How much pain will it hurt if my big cock breaks through her hymen and goes in!" After exploring under the covers for a while, finally figuring out the structure of a woman's genitals, except for not knowing where the clitoris was, I climbed on top of Rainbow and kissed her. Ultimately, desire overcame fear. I guided Rainbow's hand so she could grasp my large penis for the first time, and then said to her, "Shall I try putting this in?" Rainbow seemed to know what I meant and nodded. I gently climbed on top of her, holding my penis with one hand and rubbing the glans against her wet vulva, then positioned it there, holding her with the other, and slowly thrusting forward. "Oh my god!..." Rainbow cried out before even starting. It seemed that tearing open that thin layer of virginity truly meant enduring excruciating pain for a woman. Although using the word "excruciating" might be a bit of an exaggeration, I felt Rainbow was genuinely in pain, but she neither stopped me nor tried to avoid me. We were like two people jointly completing a sacred mission. I continued to push forward slowly and resolutely, while Rainbow stubbornly endured. I could only hear her moaning, "Oh my god... oh... oh my god... oh my god... oh my god... oh my god..." After a while, my penis could only hover at the edge of Rainbow's vagina, without actually penetrating even a little. I really wanted to thrust in forcefully and finish the job quickly. Seeing tears streaming down Rainbow's face, I couldn't bear it. After resting for a while, I slowly pushed forward again, determined not to back down. Rainbow continued to moan, "Oh my god... oh... um..." And so, one stubbornly pushing forward, the other stubbornly welcoming, it took a long time. Suddenly, I felt the head of my penis slide into her vagina with a "whoosh," and Rainbow cried out, "Ah!..." I immediately stopped. At this point, even the slightest movement from me would cause her to shudder and cry out. I tried a few times to subtly swell my penis without moving myself, and she would shudder and let out an "Ah..."—it must have been excruciating pain! Perhaps the Creator wanted people to experience pain before they could enjoy love, to let them know that pleasure is hard-won! It really wasn't easy! The back of my penis was roughly the same thickness as the glans, so theoretically, full penetration shouldn't be a problem. However, the back wasn't as smooth as the glans, so continuing to slowly penetrate would likely be very painful. I couldn't bear to see Rainbow suffer such torment. Her hands, which were supporting my waist, had unconsciously dug into my flesh. Seeing that she was sweating from the pain, I could only imagine how much she was suffering! But neither of us intended to give up halfway, so I secretly decided to finish quickly. I said to Rainbow, "Baby, bear with it, it'll feel good soon!" I wrapped my arms around Rainbow's neck and suddenly thrust my big cock deep inside, making several thrusting motions. Poor Rainbow cried out, "...Ah...Ah...Mommy...Mommy...I'm going to die...Mommy...Mommy...Ouch...Oh...Oh...Oh..." I stopped to let Rainbow relax her tense nerves, then resumed thrusting at a medium to fast pace, and soon I ejaculated my youthful hot semen into a girl's body for the first time! This time, Rainbow groaned loudly at the beginning, then the groans gradually subsided. I don't know if her virgin vagina was numb or starting to feel pleasure, but the fear and pain on her face gradually disappeared. I was overjoyed, I had finally succeeded! We rested in each other's arms for a while. While Rainbow was with her eyes closed and not paying attention, I picked up a white handkerchief with flowers in the corners and center from the bedside table and wiped the fluid flowing from Rainbow's vagina. I saw that it was tinged with cherry-red blood. I quietly slipped the pat into the inside pocket of my shirt, intending to take it with me as a souvenir. (That night, info.)I had sex with Rainbow three times. Before the second time, I lightly kissed her vulva, just a quick touch, no licking. When I climbed on top of her, she ran her fingers across my face and said shamelessly, "You're a pervert! Shameless!" Although she said it jokingly, I was genuinely embarrassed. At that time, we didn't know anything about oral sex and considered licking vulvas to be dirty, ugly, and vulgar. We didn't want to do it and didn't dare to. When I penetrated her again, she still cried out in fright, "Ah...ah," but this time the moans weren't like before. I jokingly asked her, "Does it not hurt anymore? Does it feel good now?" Rainbow smiled shyly and said, "Shameless!" This was a phrase she often used. The next day, I went to Rainbow's room. She mysteriously lifted the blanket folded in the middle of the bed for me to see. There were several stains of our love juice on it, one of which looked like a cherry blossom! To avoid suspicion, I left her room before dawn, assuming she had changed the sheets long ago, but she had left them on. She was proving to me that she was a virgin! Rainbow and I had intercourse several times after that night, but not frequently. Before my second time with Rainbow, I specifically observed her lovely vulva to see if there were any changes. Gently parting her vulva, I noticed a significant increase in vaginal fluid compared to when she was a virgin, indicating increased libido after deflowering. At the vaginal opening, I could see torn petals haphazardly joined together; with a little pressure, I could see a small opening the size of a soybean, the surrounding petals appearing withered. It seems that women who have had sexual intercourse are clearly different from virgins. The only difference between the vulva of a woman who has had intercourse for the first time and a virgin is the small opening with torn petals; otherwise, they are quite similar. Rainbow and I both experienced great pleasure during intercourse. I repeatedly ejaculated deep into her vagina. Rainbow, with her strong libido, frequently reached orgasm, her hands gripping the flesh on either side of my waist, her body convulsing and trembling, accompanied by moans of "Ah...ah...um...um...um..." as she reached the peak of pleasure! Because our relationship was kept secret, and her room was a gathering place for friends and many young people, one of her best friends often slept there after staying out late. I joked that they were lesbians and tried to kick her out, to which Rainbow would playfully wink at me with a hint of schadenfreude. On the surface, I was just one of many friends, and no one would make time or room for us two secret lovers. During this time, a young man from my workplace seemed to be interested in Rainbow, but she didn't reciprocate. Looking back now, if our relationship had been made public then, perhaps it would have strengthened our sense of responsibility, better nurtured our feelings, and prevented our love from withering prematurely. The following spring, due to family opposition (this was a shameless excuse I made using Rainbow's guess; in reality, I hadn't even found an excuse, and I had recently started to neglect her!), and most importantly, probably because she didn't meet my standards for a partner at the time—truly, "once you get something, you don't cherish it!"—we broke up in less than a year. I still remember Rainbow sitting on the edge of the bed, crying sadly, and I begged for her forgiveness. This relationship with Rainbow still often torments me with my conscience, making me feel like I hurt her without thinking things through. You might not believe it, but a lecher like me can have such a good mood. But humans are strange creatures; even on the other side of shamelessness, there's a corner of conscience, especially since Rainbow was my first woman. Afterward, I never bothered Rainbow's life again, and she never bothered me. I only silently wished her to marry a good husband, and thankfully, my wish came true. Rainbow later married the young man who had feelings for her back then, had a son, and lived a stable and happy life ever since! This article is a true story about my wife and me over the past ten years. All names in the article are pseudonyms, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I hope everyone will actively reply; criticism is welcome. I hope you enjoy it. To be continued, thank you.

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