The Pat Wong Diaries Ch. 16

They were astonished when I told them that our neighbor, a large, handsome American man, was lusting over me. Mei, 54 years old and a mother of three, still tall and erect, laughed outright.

"You are hallucinating, my dear," she said. "We are past that age."

"No, trust me," I insisted, "We are not -- not in the eyes of these American men."

We were gathered at the basement of my house, old members of the Mao Daughters group, having our monthly Saturday meeting and talking about the same things we usually talked about: our children, our husbands, and our health. Harry was upstairs, taking his long Saturday afternoon nap.

"They lust not just for me but for all of us -- all of us older Oriental women," I insisted.

They all burst out laughing, Bao so hard that she farted, which triggered another round of laughter.

"You laugh," I said, "but it is true."

"You know," I added, "they look at our ass when we walk around."

They laughed again.

"I know they looked at us with greedy eyes when we were young and fresh," Chun, our old leader, put in thoughtfully. Chun was now a 55 year old woman with saggy breasts, thinning hair and tired eyes.

"We used to get those eyes all the time," she added, "but not now."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"That is not true," I whispered with determination. "We are still very desirable. We are just not paying attention. We are the ones who have decided to shut down our sensual life, sacrifice it for the sake of the health and education of our children. It is our doing."

"When was the last time you made love with Gao," I suddenly turned to Lin, the one amongst us who married a large, handsome Chinese man who was famous for his oversized sexual appetite.

Lin blushed a little and said, "I can't remember."

"Has Gao really lost his sexual drive that much?" I asked sarcastically.

Everyone laughed, including Lin. Gao was famous back in Grad school for chasing women, all women and any women he could get his hands on. He slept with white women, black women, Asian women, and any type in between. He went to bed with very skinny women and very fat women, young undergraduate girls and old, respectable ladies in their fifties. And, according to Harry, who roomed with him for three years, he masturbated every day and kept a thick stack of porno magazines by his bedside.

"If you can't remember the last time Gao slept with you, then there must be something wrong with you and not Gao," I said, looking straight at Lin.

"We just don't take the trouble," she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"We are just too tired," Chun explained in a plaintive voice.

"He still wants to do it," Lin continued, "but I have no energy. I ache everywhere and just want to sleep."

"So what does he do?" I asked.

"He watches his porno tapes and DVDs and masturbates," she answered.

There was general soft laughter and vigorous nods of agreement.

"And do you masturbate?" I asked, looking around and throwing the question at everyone. "At least they have an outlet for their sexual energy. But do you masturbate?"

The ladies shrugged their shoulders, looking uncomfortable. No one said "yes."

"And you complain about pain and being tired!" I shook my head, getting a little bit angry.

"We are living in an unhealthy imbalance, all that sexual Chi trapped in our bodies with no natural outlet. We have turned into sterile, unnatural creatures and we are the ones who are paying for it."

There was silence. The girls were listening to me intently, now that the topic had touched on health and wellbeing.

"You know," I continued, "my pains have begun to disappear since Harry and I started our neighbor project. We made love five times already since that first time I mentioned the neighbor to him two weeks ago. We didn't make love five times the whole of last year!"

They nodded and listened carefully. They were not laughing now.

"It is all a matter of chemicals and hormones. When you have an orgasm, your body releases endorphins into your cerebral-spinal fluid, and what are endorphins responsible for? They are responsible for relieving pain and for controlling your body's response to stress."

Then I stood up and began to undress.

"I need all of you ladies to stand up and take your clothes off right now."

They looked at me with astonishment.

"Chun, you get up first and undress with me."

"Why?" she asked.

"I want us all of us to masturbate together right now and without hesitation or mental reservation," I explained, "I want you to have at least one orgasm before you leave this house. It is imperative."

Chun stood up and began taking her clothes off, shaking her head and smiling. Lin then followed, then Bao, then the other three girls.

"I will go upstairs and bring down some towels for everyone," I told them as I left the room, naked.

I went upstairs to retrieve the towels, but I also wanted to tell Harry what was about to happen. He was sleeping soundly, so I felt a little guilty nudging him awake. But I knew he would appreciate it.

"We are going to have a group masturbation," I whispered in his ear. "The girls and I are going to masturbate together downstairs."

Harry opened his eyes wide and sat up. He immediately grasped the erotic dimensions of what we were about to do and reflexively grabbed his cock in his hand.

"Who is downstairs?" he asked.

"Bao, Chun, Lin, Mei, Ming, and Yun," I answered.

"Haa," he answered in Chinese, nodding and stroking his cock.

"I am getting them towels," I said and left for the closet where we kept our bath towels.

"You can go ahead and smell their shoes," I added from inside the closet. Harry loved to smell the shoes of my friends when they visited me, sneaking down to the shoe closet while we chatted in the basement.

"Haa," he grunted absent-mindedly again, and then got up.

"You are going to be masturbating in front of each other?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes," I said.

He smiled. This was right up his fantasy alley.

"I wish I could watch," he said.

"You can't," I cut him short firmly. "This is not for your entertainment. This is a matter of our health and wellbeing."

He nodded but was clearly disappointed.

"Maybe next time we will set up a camera?" he suggested shyly.

"I will think about it," I said, and left for the basement with my towels.