A good person, a terrible husband

My friend was a good man, but a terrible husband. He left Zhang Ling prematurely, passing away alone.
The year after his death, Zhang Ling was deeply depressed and began drinking heavily, drowning her sorrows in alcohol, sometimes for an entire day. I hated seeing Zhang Ling drink, especially when she was drunk; she would throw things around, driving everyone away. But she only allowed me to stay with her, perhaps because I was her good friend. Regardless, the year after my friend's passing was the most difficult time for Zhang Ling and me.
Later, Zhang Ling gradually became more careless and casual, treating me like family and showing no restraint whatsoever. I, too, was aware of the many inconveniences between men and women at that time.
Since our room didn't have locks—the previous tenants had taken them with them, and we were too lazy to change them—we figured we were family, why lock the door like a thief? But this meant that Zhang Ling and I could see each other clearly. She often swaggered into my room while I was changing clothes or showering, wandered around for a bit, and then left without a word of apology. This happened frequently, making me very embarrassed. I didn't like Zhang Ling's casual attitude.
Sometimes I couldn't help but say something to her, and guess what she said? She always said, "What? You're shy in front of your friends? Every part of your body is for others to see!" Then I had nothing to say.
Of course, she also paid far too little attention to her image as a woman, especially when she was drunk. She often walked around the house disheveled, sometimes even changing her underwear in front of me, her movements particularly relaxed and unrestrained. Whenever she was home, she didn't like to dress properly, completely ignoring my presence as a man, walking back and forth in the room with her prominent breasts. What was particularly egregious was that whenever I was showering, brushing my teeth, or combing my hair in the bathroom, Zhang Ling would always slam the door open, barge in, and then sit down on the toilet as if no one else was there, urinating without a care that I was standing right next to her.

One afternoon, I was lying in the bathtub taking a shower when Zhang Ling barged in again. I was used to it by now, and as usual, we chatted for a while. Suddenly, Zhang Ling said she wanted to shower with me. I was startled and glanced at Zhang Ling. I saw her staring intently at me with her bright, dark eyes, something I couldn't understand flickering within them, but her expression was very serious. I found it somewhat amusing, yet also a little embarrassing.
I reached out, trying to cover my body.
"Darling," Zhang Ling suddenly sighed, "we're not strangers anymore." She sat on the edge of the bathtub and took a sip of her drink.
“If your friend were still here, he would definitely tell you some…something every man should know.” I felt a little embarrassed and said, “I know all that, Zhang Ling.”
I tried to change the subject, but Zhang Ling smiled and continued, “What do you know?”
Zhang Ling’s question really hit the nail on the head. In fact, I only had a superficial understanding of sex. All my knowledge about sex came from talking with classmates about topics that boys liked in school. I only had a vague understanding of sex. So, I couldn’t give a clear answer.
“Have you ever seen a girl’s body?” Zhang Ling continued to ask me mockingly, as if she wanted to embarrass me.
In fact, Zhang Ling was the only naked woman I had ever seen. Of course, I couldn’t say that to Zhang Ling; I could only honestly say that I hadn’t.
　“Do you know where babies come from?”
Zhang Ling’s questions became more and more explicit. I felt extremely embarrassed and awkward, stammering and unable to answer. I just hoped that Zhang Ling would leave quickly to end this awkward conversation. But Zhang Ling showed no sign of leaving. Instead, she stood there smugly, watching my embarrassed state, seemingly finding it amusing.
She put the wine bottle aside, took the bonsai tree from the stool in the bathroom, placed it on the floor, then dragged the stool to the edge of the bathtub and sat down beside me, facing me.
As usual, Zhang Ling appeared very casual, her legs spread wide. Unlike most women who would cover their private parts with their skirts when sitting, she liked to deliberately expose her genitals, enjoying my gaze as I stared at her private parts. Zhang Ling wasn't wearing underwear, and I could clearly see the dark patch between her legs.
Zhang Ling continued to do something that surprised me; she unbuckled her belt and opened her robe. Naturally, Zhang Ling wasn't wearing a bra either, allowing me to fully admire her slightly protruding belly and her enormous breasts.
I felt a little shy; after all, looking directly at Zhang Ling's body felt a bit inappropriate. I tried to look away, but my eyes involuntarily lingered on her snow-white, full breasts and the dark area below her abdomen.
"You should know that I also have a responsibility to let you know what a woman is like," she said.
My gaze was still restlessly wandering over Zhang Ling's body. Only after hearing her words did I reluctantly raise my head to face her.
"Very good," Zhang Ling said with a smile, satisfied with my reaction. "I hope you look closely, so you can understand what a woman's body is like." With that, she knelt down, straightened her lower body, and brought herself closer to me, allowing me a clearer view.
Zhang Ling's skin was exceptionally fair. In fact, she had never been to the beach to enjoy the sun. She often wore t-shirts and long skirts, and frequently wore hats when out in public, which contributed to her remarkably delicate and fair skin. Zhang Ling's lower abdomen was covered with fine, glossy black pubic hair, though not thick enough, surrounding her plump vulva and extending down to near her anus. I knew Zhang Ling's vulva was large because I often looked at pornographic magazines with pictures of naked women; by comparison, I knew her labia were quite large and her vulva was wide open.
"This is a woman's pubic hair," she said, running her fingers through the black hair on her genitals, picking up a small strand to show me its beauty. "Of course, yours can be called that too. And look, this is my vulva."
Her hand gently stroked that slightly swollen, beautiful spot on her genitals, a mysterious place I had never touched yet desperately longed to touch. I had only had a preliminary impression of it from videotapes and pornographic magazines before, but now it was truly displayed before me.
“Here, here, look, look here,” Zhang Ling explained the secrets of her body to me in detail, little by little: “These are labia minora, very beautiful, right? They even have hair on them.”
Zhang Ling spread her legs as wide as possible, as if afraid I wouldn’t be able to see her genitals clearly, while also using her hands to spread her large labia, revealing the bright red world inside her vulva.
“See that little thing inside? That’s the labia minora, most people call it the inner labia or inner vulva. Some women’s inner labia are very large, sometimes they even protrude!”
I looked at Zhang Ling’s vulva with curiosity. All of this was both familiar and strange to me. Before, I could only imagine it from pictures, but now everything was so real. But I was a little scared. I secretly glanced at the door, worried that someone might suddenly barge in and catch us red-handed.
However, to be honest, I was very excited, not just physically, but I was also terrified that I could have such unclean and filthy thoughts.
Zhang Ling's genitals were very close to me; I could almost smell the faint odor emanating from them. It was a rather strange smell, not very strong or unpleasant, somewhat like the smell of mushrooms, but very exciting.
Zhang Ling continued to demonstrate her internal structure, specifically pointing out the location of the clitoris: "Here, see? It's here, a little inside." Zhang Ling pointed, but I really didn't want her to tell me the secrets of the female reproductive system so clearly. If she did, my future would be very difficult; I might go crazy thinking about it every day.
"Men always like to insert their penises here, this is called the vagina. Men insert their penises and then sow the seed of love. If conception is successful, a baby is born, and then the baby comes into this world from here."
I laughed out loud, feeling quite comical. I couldn't believe that such a big baby could come out of such a small hole, but Zhang Ling assured me it was true. "Try inserting your finger," Zhang Ling encouraged me.
She guided my finger into her vagina, letting me feel its warmth and moisture. I can't describe the feeling of my finger inside Zhang Ling's vagina; it was beyond my vocabulary. I can only roughly describe it as feeling like my fingers were being squeezed into a pile of cotton, but the warm, moist sensation was like soaking in a bathtub full of hot water—warm, cozy, and incredibly intoxicating.
Zhang Ling didn't let me remain intoxicated for long; she guided my hands to caress every part of her genitals, allowing me to fully experience the secrets of the female body.
I was very curious about why Zhang Ling's vulva was constantly leaking fluid, and Zhang Ling explained patiently. She spread her labia wide, showing me the secrets inside her vagina.
"See? There are many folds inside, that's called the labial band, but some women don't have these. How about it, isn't it quite interesting?"
Watching Zhang Ling's genitals had a unique kind of stimulation, completely different from looking at a magazine. The latter was merely curiosity, but the former had a strong sexual allure.
My genitals had become fully erect without me even realizing it. Although I'm not young, and my penis is fully developed, my erect penis still stubbornly stood out from the water.
Zhang Ling noticed me immediately, a smile that was hard to decipher appearing on her lips. She reached out and gently grasped my penis. Her fingers softly stroked it, occasionally fiddling with my scrotum.
"Do you know why it gets hard? It's natural, it's human instinct. When a man is aroused, his penis gets bigger and harder like this because it wants to penetrate a woman's vagina… Mmm, that feels really good."
At first, I hesitated when Zhang Ling touched my penis, but the feeling of her hand caressing it was so wonderful that I quickly felt at ease. "Have you ever done this before when you got hard?" Zhang Ling asked.
I nodded. In fact, I masturbated frequently, and my fantasies often revolved around Zhang Ling. "You don't have to do this, it's bad for your health."
I didn't know why Zhang Ling said that, because I knew almost every man in the world had masturbated at some point, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Zhang Ling insisted that I had absolutely no need to do it.
“Come out,” Zhang Ling said. “You’ve been in the water for too long. If you stay any longer, your hands and feet will turn into dried plums.”
I thought Zhang Ling wanted to take a bath herself, but she pulled the plug out of the tub, drained the water, and then helped me dry off. However, she wouldn’t let me put my clothes back on; instead, she led me to her bedroom.
“Now, darling, let me teach you how to communicate with a woman.”
“Teach me!?” I wondered if I had misheard, my breath almost stopping: Zhang Ling was saying she was going to teach me *that*!
I suddenly felt a little scared. I had heard stories about men having sex with their friends’ wives, and I always thought it was the most despicable, vile, and shameless thing a human being could do. But whenever I heard these stories, I felt an indescribable excitement and thrill, and I was more than willing to entrust myself completely to Zhang Ling because I always trusted her; whatever she did was right.
I didn't know what Zhang Ling wanted from me. If it was just sex, I figured she wouldn't need to go through me. Zhang Ling wasn't old, and she wasn't bad-looking. I believed seducing a man wouldn't be difficult for her. But now she said she wanted to teach me some secret things between men and women. I really didn't know what Zhang Ling was thinking, but I knew I couldn't refuse her invitation.
Zhang Ling took off her coat and then took my hand. "There's nothing to be afraid of," she comforted me. "You'll definitely like it. Every man would like it. It feels great."
To me, Zhang Ling was a perfect woman. She was neither too tall nor too short, neither too fat nor too thin, and her age was just right. Although she wasn't the kind of beauty everyone called a beauty, her dignified and familiar appearance genuinely aroused my desire. Her lightly painted eyebrows and sharp, narrow eyes were enough to ignite my burning lust.
I picked up Zhang Ling and put her on the bed. "Do we want to have a child?" I asked. “Oh, no,” Zhang Ling said, “but once you’ve experienced it, you’ll understand how to make a girl give birth.” Then she asked me to kiss her, which I did.
“No, not like that, look at me.” Zhang Ling corrected my incorrect kissing technique. She extended her soft tongue, gently hooking mine, and then our tongues intertwined. At the same time, Zhang Ling sucked hard, her tongue swirling vigorously in my mouth, almost pulling my heart out.
I had never heard of the correct way to kiss before and seemed a little flustered. Zhang Ling giggled and told me to do it like her. I tried to extend my tongue as well, and Zhang Ling immediately took mine in her mouth, gently sucking. I unconsciously sucked hard on Zhang Ling’s sweet saliva.
Zhang Ling’s breath was sweet and passionate, the warm breath from her nose evenly spraying on my face, tickling and feeling so comfortable. Her saliva had a hint of lemon juice, a seductive scent. I found that I liked this way of kissing. I liked the exchange of lips, I liked the feeling of our tongues intertwined.
Zhang Ling's breast pressed against my bare chest. She grabbed my other hand and pressed it against her own. Of course, before this, I had never truly touched a woman's bare breasts; they had only appeared in my dreams. So Zhang Ling's breasts were the first I had ever touched.
Zhang Ling was only thirty years old and didn't look old, but at this age, the changes in her body were undeniable. Her nipples had darkened somewhat, and although her breasts were very full, they had begun to sag. Her hips were becoming increasingly rounded and full, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding due to childbirth, but her limbs were still supple and strong.
In any case, Zhang Ling's body was still quite well-proportioned. She didn't have much fat around her waist, and her lines were soft. In particular, her thighs were still firm and elastic, indicating that her body was in the mature stage. "Come on top of me," Zhang Ling said.
She spread her legs, and I climbed on top of her, pressing my hot penis against Zhang Ling's belly.
She made me lift my body up, and then reached out and grabbed my penis. I could feel Zhang Ling guiding my little brother with her warm hand to that nectar-like spot, gently rubbing it against her soft pubic hair. After a while, my glans touched something soft and warm; I knew my glans was now pressed against Zhang Ling's vulva.
I felt a wave of dizziness, because I was about to enter a brand new world, a new beginning in my life. Although I didn't know what the road ahead would be like, right now, I only knew that I was about to become a real man, and this coming-of-age ceremony would be presided over by Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Then, with a thrust of her hips, I barely realized it, and my penis had already slipped inside her. Instantly, my entire body tensed up. "
I'm finally in!" That was the only thought in my mind.
The bathroom door was still open, and the dripping sound of water could be heard. The room was quiet, and Zhang Ling seemed to have stopped moving as well, with only our lower bodies tightly connected. I felt the wonderfulness of this moment, my penis throbbing in Zhang Ling's warm embrace, and an indescribable feeling of warmth welled up in my heart. I slowly relaxed my tense nerves, and my body relaxed as well, gradually getting used to this strange and unfamiliar feeling. I moved my body slightly, feeling the hair on Zhang Ling's lower abdomen brush against my stomach, while my penis gently rubbed against the walls of Zhang Ling's vagina. A surge of excitement rushed to my head.
"Okay, darling, move faster," Zhang Ling moaned, encouraging me to do what a man should do.
Without Zhang Ling's urging, without her telling me what to do, and without her explaining the pleasures of doing so, I consciously began to thrust forcefully.
Zhang Ling's vagina wasn't very tight, perhaps because my penis wasn't big enough, so my thrusting encountered almost no resistance, but the friction of flesh against flesh provided intense stimulation.
Zhang Ling seemed to respond to my movements, her body constantly twisting and turning, trying to accommodate my thrusts.
We continued like this for about twenty minutes, then Zhang Ling told me to keep thrusting while paying attention to the point where our bodies were connected.
I curled up, forcefully entering and exiting Zhang Ling's body while looking at her genitals. Zhang Ling's genitals were now a mess, covered in wet, lustful fluids, her plump labia flipping in and out with the movement of my penis, even the surrounding pubic hair curling together, wrapping around my penis, squeezing in and out.
I used my hands to spread Zhang Ling's vulva, forcefully pulling apart her labia so I could clearly see my penis moving in and out of her blood-red vagina. It was an extremely erotic scene; the inside of her vagina was a deep red, the walls wrinkled and layered, tightly gripping my penis. Each time I pulled out, I could see fluid seeping from the walls.
Oh, is this what sex is? It feels so amazing! I was incredibly excited by everything I saw and felt, which further fueled my desire to conquer.
My movements became increasingly violent, Zhang Ling's body trembled uncontrollably from my thrusts, her lower abdomen rippling with each stroke.
I held on for a while, finally unable to hold back, and ejaculated inside Zhang Ling. This was the first real ejaculation in my life, and the feeling was completely different from masturbation. It was incredibly pleasurable, and I ejaculated a lot.
Only after I calmed down did I collapse onto Zhang Ling's soft body.
Zhang Ling didn't stop me when I ejaculated, nor did she let me ejaculate outside. She just moaned and moved her lower body to meet my release. After I finished my virginity, Zhang Ling praised me, saying I did well. It seemed Zhang Ling didn't mind that I ejaculated inside her. Zhang Ling stood up, gently kissed my lips, and then went to take a shower.
Two days later, Zhang Ling asked me again if I wanted to talk to her again. Of course I said yes, how could I not? It was something I had been dreaming about for the past few days, and I had already tasted the sweetness. But if Zhang Ling hadn't taken the initiative, there would have been no chance. Now, of course, I couldn't ask for it more. That day, we made love again in Zhang Ling's bedroom.
In the following weeks, our relationship continued like this, with us having sex two or three times a week.
I remember one night, I made sexual advances to Zhang Ling again. Now, all I can think about is having sex with Zhang Ling. Nothing else matters. For me, nestled in Zhang Ling's warm embrace, giving my craving little brother a place to rest, is more important than anything else.
I think I've become addicted to sex, and my love for Zhang Ling is different from before. I love Zhang Ling more than ever now, not just as a woman, but as a mature woman.
But when I told Zhang Ling my desires, she seemed satisfied and happy. She hugged me tightly and told me that I should love her simply as a woman, and that she would be very sad if I only saw her as a woman to release my sexual desires.
Since we became intimate, Zhang Ling stopped drinking. We no longer talk about Zhang Ling's past drinking, but I know that Zhang Ling must have put in a lot of effort to do so. After all, habits are hard to break, and without the help of our relationship, I think Zhang Ling would still be a complete alcoholic.
Later, we started sleeping in the same bed every day.
About two weeks after our first time, I noticed that Zhang Ling was doing some things during sex that I didn't know about. As I worked hard on Zhang Ling, she started screaming and panting, and her body reacted very intensely.
Those of you with experience will know what's going on, but I don't. I only know she was happy, and so was I.
I remember the first time we were together, I felt great, but Zhang Ling didn't react this intensely. It seemed something unusual was happening between us.
I asked Zhang Ling what was wrong. She said, "You made me orgasm."
When I understood what this meant, I felt very proud because I knew I could give Zhang Ling real sex.
Zhang Ling started teaching me more about sex. We explored together how to make each other happier, how to last longer, and how to coordinate our time better. We tried all sorts of positions and ways of making love, which greatly enhanced our sex life. Zhang Ling often used her sexy mouth to service my penis, and I learned to use my tongue to bring Zhang Ling to orgasm. We became more and more in sync.
But one thing puzzled me: when I proposed to Zhang Ling that I wanted to marry her when I grew up, she refused. She said that if I married my own woman, I would never be a real man.
Zhang Ling was very stubborn on this point and completely ignored my passionate feelings.
Then something happened that Zhang Ling had tried so hard to avoid—she became pregnant, despite being very careful.
The pregnancy terrified Zhang Ling. I think if abortion had been so easy back then, my mother would have done it long ago. Fortunately, Zhang Ling didn't have that opportunity.
Zhang Ling worried every day that the child would be born deformed, and because of Zhang Ling's pregnancy, we had to move. By then, my friend had been dead for two years, and Zhang Ling never dated other men. If others saw Zhang Ling with such a large belly, they would definitely suspect me, so we had no choice but to leave.

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