A Night Reflecting Emotion and Sex (Part 5)

When I came out of the shower, I saw that all three of them were still properly covered with their blankets. My wife was turned to face Mr. Chen, but she didn't seem to be moving. Mrs. Chen was also turned to face her husband, but I could tell she was busy, because the blankets were being moved around constantly. Based on my experience, I could roughly tell that this busyness was like a driver struggling to crank the cylinders of a tractor, hoping it would start.
I also knew that the only reason it wouldn't start was nervousness, and because Mr. Chen had said he would arrange the process, I didn't dare to offer to help. In real life, there are too many thankless tasks, so I crawled into bed under the covers. The TV channel was showing a Ctrip travel program, and I was intently enjoying the beautiful scenery.
Because my wife usually hogs the TV at home, the programs she likes are either about martial arts masters who can fly, or those Hong Kong and Taiwanese guys with their loud, excited shouting. I really wonder, in real life, if someone were to shout like that all day, with veins bulging in their throat, how could they not have a stroke? I don't want to watch any of that for even a minute. However, she also doesn't want to watch anything I think is educational, like documentaries or science channels. I guess that's a difference between men and women.
After about half an hour, Mr. Chen said, "It seems like there's really no way to get into the zone today. I don't know why, I just can't get into it." I told him not to worry, it's just because he's nervous the first time. I also shared my own experience: five years ago, during our first time together, I was in the exact same situation as him now, so it's definitely a psychological issue, not a physiological one.
Later, Mr. Chen offered another personal explanation, telling me, "If I had made love with my wife last night, this wouldn't have happened today. It's probably because I've been abstaining for so long." Hearing this, I asked, "Wasn't your wife unwell yesterday?" "No, she could have done it yesterday, but I wanted to hold back. Today, I might have performed better." Hearing this, I was speechless.
Since he had already said there was no way to fix it today, I offered my own method, which, even if unsuccessful, wouldn't absolve me of primary responsibility. It's like repairing something; if you can't fix it and I can't fix it either, the reason is either the problem is too severe, or you and I are both lacking in skill. It wouldn't lead to the conclusion that it could have been fixed before, but I ruined it by using the wrong method, and now it's truly unfixable. In real life, there are many such situations where you can't explain yourself no matter what.
I said, "I have a way to get you into the mood." He asked, "What are you going to do?" "I'll turn off all the lights in the room and the TV. You and my wife will get under the covers, and then you can ask her about her past experiences. We've met dozens of couples, plus single men in threesomes. She's been with at least dozens of men. You can ask her which time was the most exciting, the most intense, the biggest thing, the longest time, etc. The questions that come from your imagination are endless." I whispered in Mr. Chen's ear, trying to keep my wife from hearing, because that would be more effective. I figured that a man and woman who were both there for this purpose, naked and huddled together in a dark bed, discussing such arousing topics, how could their bodies not react?
At the same time, I called Mrs. Chen to the single bed next to us. If she stayed next to her husband, it would affect the effectiveness of my plan. I really did turn off the room lights, the hallway light, and the TV, leaving only the bathroom light on, and I closed the door just a crack, plunging the whole room into barely visible darkness. At this moment, Mrs. Chen had moved to the single bed, and because of the limited space, we squeezed together.
However, when she moved to the other bed, she was still tightly wrapped in a bath towel. I tossed the blanket to the foot of the bed and covered us both again. Then I reached for her hand; she didn't react and complied readily. But when I pulled her hand towards my crotch, she recoiled as if electrocuted. I then moved my hand to her thigh, and she didn't react again. But when my hand parted the drooping bath towel, trying to move along her smooth skin towards her private area, she immediately and firmly refused, saying urgently, "Let me calm down, let me think about it some more."
I thought that the greatness of Chinese women might be reflected in such steadfastness, or perhaps the folly of Chinese women is also reflected in such steadfastness. Of course, there are historical reasons for this, which cannot be explained in a few words. But from her electrocuted escape to her resolute refusal, I felt she was a woman who had never cheated. Because virgins have their own characteristics, and virgins have theirs, this might be a sign of infidelity.
At this point, I checked her pulse and felt her heart rate was well over 100. I withdrew my left hand and placed it on my chest; my right hand was originally under my head because I was sleeping on my side facing her. Then I asked her, "I told you on QQ that I had something to tell you, but since typing was too much trouble, we agreed to say it when we met. Do you remember?" She thought for a moment and said, "I remember, but I don't know what it is. You didn't say what it was at the time." Hearing her reply, I felt her tension had eased considerably. (To be continued)

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