A Night Reflecting Emotion and Sex (Part 3)

Later, a small misunderstanding occurred. It started when I copied and pasted my entire chat history with Mr. Chen to his wife. In the chat, I had mentioned that if we met in person, and his wife wasn't around, he could come and have a threesome with us anytime, entirely considering both parties' physical needs. Since he had participated in the meeting as a couple, we considered him healthy. Otherwise, if it were a single man contacted from outside, for safety reasons, we would have to use condoms, which would make everyone uncomfortable. Then, I described in considerable detail the best threesome we'd ever had, hoping to replicate that experience for his wife with even greater pleasure.
However, Mr. Chen's wife, after reading the chat history, mistakenly thought that his purpose in encouraging her to participate in the threesome was for his own future pleasure. I don't know the specifics of how the woman interrogated me, but Mr. Chen said to me the next day, "Brother, please don't send my wife any records of our conversations from now on. These are conversations between men, and there are some things she won't accept. Yesterday, I tried everything to reason with her, explaining and persuading her again and again, before I finally managed to resolve this." Then he asked me, "How did your conversation with your wife go? What's her attitude towards this?" I sent him my QQ chat history with his wife, word for word, and he thought the communication went very well. I adhere to the principle of being open and honest because it makes things easier for me. Otherwise, if I concealed some things from one side and fabricated others, wouldn't that just add trouble to my own memory?
As we got to know each other better, we made substantive arrangements for a meeting. First, we exchanged phone numbers, and I also gave him my wife's phone number. I explained that my wife doesn't send text messages, so you can talk to her about anything, as long as it's convenient for her to talk when no one is in her office; otherwise, she can only listen and not speak. Secondly, we can only go out after having dinner with the elderly and finishing our housework at home, and we need to get home as early as possible the next day. Therefore, I arranged the meeting place, which had to be as close to my home as possible, which meant they would have to walk a bit more, but Mr. Chen understood.
I then typed the names and addresses of nearby hotels, the subway stations to get off at, and the name of the straight road to take a taxi from the subway station onto QQ, in detail. I prepared everything I could think of beforehand. Otherwise, telling them these things at the last minute would be difficult, as I'm not good at typing on my phone, and explaining verbally is problematic because there are so many homophones and similar-sounding words in Shanghai place names; mishearing even one word could be quite troublesome.
Before the end of November, Mr. Chen told me that his wife would be coming to Shanghai on December 7th. He had already arranged with her to come that very evening. Later, in early December, I met his wife on QQ, and she greeted me, saying that her arrival in Shanghai would be delayed by one day because she couldn't get leave from work. On the morning of December 8th, I received a text message from Mr. Chen: "Brother, I'm really sorry, my wife has arrived home, but unfortunately it's the holiday. She was originally expected to finish cleaning today, so we'll meet the day after tomorrow, the 10th."
At that moment, I was turning on my computer when I noticed it kept shutting down by itself; there was something wrong with it. I texted him: "Okay, we'll meet the day after tomorrow. My computer is broken, so I can't use QQ today." Actually, I thought it was better to meet two days later, since the evening of the 10th was a weekend. Then I took the computer to the repair shop, agreeing to pick it up the next day at noon, and to come to my house with the repairman, because the printer and other equipment needed to be connected to the computer to install programs.
The next morning, the 9th, I received another text from Mr. Chen: "Brother, my wife finished cleaning today, and we've decided to come over tonight." I felt that they, especially Mr. Chen, were really eager to get home. Their sudden move to a day earlier really disrupted my plans, because I had already arranged to accompany my mother to the hospital for a checkup in the morning, and then get the computer fixed afterward. Because I felt it was difficult to explain in a few words via text message, I called him and said, "I need to accompany my mother to the doctor this morning. How about I give you a definite answer by noon?" He said, "Okay, we'll wait for your message. Let us know before 5 pm, we'll be there in time."
To be honest, I had no idea what to expect. Everything depended on the results of my mother's checkup. If the checkup turned out to be good, otherwise, I wouldn't be in the mood for any activities. After lunch, I went to the repair shop to pick up my computer. The repairman had just started installing the hardware when they encountered some problems installing the software (details of which were mentioned earlier when I got a new computer), so it took longer than originally estimated. I called Mr. Chen again and said, "I'm fixing the computer right now. You can come over tonight, but I can't guarantee there will be rooms available at the hotel. I'll get back to you with a definite answer when I arrive at the hotel at 3 PM." Mr. Chen replied, "This hotel is full. You can find another one nearby. We've already agreed to come over."
Finally, the computer was fixed. I arrived at the hotel reception at 2:45 PM, and by the time I checked in, it was almost 3 PM. I called Mr. Chen to let him know the room number. He was delighted and told me, "Let's leave now. It's okay if we arrive a little early; we can just wander around the area." I then reminded him, "When you get to the hotel, go straight to the elevator after entering the main gate. Don't go to the reception desk to ask about rooms. If you do, they'll definitely ask you to register your ID cards." (To be continued)

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