A Night Reflecting Emotion and Sex (Part Four)

After having dinner at home and finishing the chores, my wife and I arrived at the hotel about 12 or 13 minutes early. Once in our room and closed the door, I immediately called Mr. Chen to let him know we were already there. He replied, "We've arrived too, is it ****?" (the hotel's name). "Yes, you can see the road outside is being dug up." "That's right, we'll be right in." I told my wife, "They must have arrived a while ago, probably already scouted the area, so they immediately recognized us when I mentioned the road was being dug up."
Less than five minutes after hanging up, I heard a knock at the door. This time, I looked through the peephole first, and although it was only for a second, I recognized Ms. Yang, whom I had seen in the video call, confirming it was Mr. and Mrs. Chen. I then opened the door and let them into the room.
This was the first time I had seen Mr. Chen in person; despite having chatted with him for so long, I had never video chatted with him or seen his picture. He looked more dashing than I'd expected. My estimate was based on his height and weight, which he'd previously told me, and on his wife's appearance in the video. His height-to-weight ratio suggested he wasn't obese, and his wife's appearance indicated he wasn't likely to be unattractive.
He actually had a well-defined, square face, and because he was wearing a jacket, he looked exactly like a sharp, undercover police captain from a movie. His wife was even more beautiful than in the video. Because the video was choppy at the time, only her upper body was visible as she sat in front of the computer. Perhaps because she was busy with housework, her hair was tied back in a bun, sticking up like a broom. Now, her hair was flowing down her shoulders, she wore glasses, and looked refined. Her tall, slender figure was stylishly dressed, highlighting her curves.
There was a brief moment of awkwardness when we entered the room, especially Mrs. Yang. She went to the back of the room, sat down silently on the edge of the bed by the window, her back to the outside. Mr. Chen sat down in the only chair in front of her, leaning forward and whispering something in her ear. Of course, I couldn't hear a word, but I guessed it was something comforting. Then Mr. Chen did something I hadn't expected at all: he gently lifted his wife's heel and carefully and affectionately helped her take off her boots. I pretended not to see it.
To break the awkward silence, I asked if they had gone to the front desk to ask when they came in. They replied that they hadn't, they had just gone straight up in the elevator. I said, "That's good. Otherwise, as visitors, we would have to register our ID cards, leaving a record that would be troublesome for everyone." Then Ms. Yang said that their journey there had been smooth, and gradually everyone started talking more.
Since I felt it was still early, I mentioned a little about the differences in marital values regarding this matter. Mr. Chen then chimed in, "Since my wife and I are here, it means we've already fully discussed everything." I sensed he wanted to preemptively set the tone for what would happen during their meeting that evening, otherwise, if his wife said, "We're just here to chat casually; we haven't decided yet, so we have to do it," he worried she might back out at the last minute, making the whole trip a waste.
In previous conversations about how to transition to sex after the meeting, I shared my views, which had been tested countless times. However, Mr. Chen disagreed. He believed it had to be done in one go; once the deed was done, his wife would accept it. He repeatedly said, "Listen to my arrangements, because I know my wife better than you do." Since
he said that, I certainly wasn't foolish enough to rush in and take the responsibility. So I asked, "So, who wants to shower first?" Mr. Chen said, "My wife and I will shower together." I said, "Okay, then you two can shower together first, and we'll shower after you're done."
There were two beds in the standard room. The outer one was a single bed, but it was larger than a regular single bed and could sleep two people; the inner one was a double bed, which could usually sleep three people. My wife sat on the single bed, and I sat sideways on the double bed. I had already pulled the edge of the blanket from under the mattress on the double bed so that they could get into bed directly after showering, otherwise their bodies would feel cold after being showered. At the same time, I told my wife, "You shower after they come out. I'll shower last after all three of you are in bed."
A long time passed before I heard the bathroom door open. I guessed Mr. Chen was inside, trying to persuade his wife again. Because he had mentioned before going in, "Actually, we already showered before leaving home," it was impossible for him to be so dirty that it would take so long to shower again. Mrs. Chen was the first to come out when the door opened. Although she was tightly wrapped in a bath towel, I could still sense her nervousness and shyness. She turned her face away, lowered her head, and quickly made her way around the corner of the bed, slipping under the covers I had pulled back for her. Next, Mr. Chen also came out wearing only his underwear and immediately slipped under the covers as well.
Then I told my wife to shower. After she finished, I asked her to get into the big bed so the three of them could lie side by side, with Mr. Chen in the middle. Then I went to take a shower in peace. (To be continued)

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