The Pat Wong Diaries: Ch. 30

As planned, we held a follow-up conference call with Kang the next day around nine in the morning. Kang had informed the men in her speech and during the Q-and-A session that she was going to check with every single girl and sternly warned them that she had better not receive any reports of untoward behavior. "I don't want to hear any of my girls complain that you even raised your voice at them," she shook a finger in the air, frowning.

And to my surprise, not a single girl reported anything unpleasant. Most said that the ride home was quiet, not a word or even a sigh. The men were all stunned and were struggling to fully grasp what they had witnessed. Gao was of course the exception and kept laughing uncontrollably all the way home, at one point pulling aside, overpowered by a fit of laughter so much that he farted several times. The girls laughed and clapped, and Mei said, "I wish he were my husband."

The mood was light and happy that morning during the conference call.

"These are the men that we have been fearing all these years," Kang at one point sighed. "Look at how they have immediately accepted the notion that their very wives were going to sleep at will with another man! And you know why they are accepting it without any real protest? First, because they have no choice. They have no other option but to accept! And they are accepting their fate because they have no energy, no will to fight. To the last man, they have figured that since it was not going to disturb their comfort, they were going to put up with it. Dignity and honor, now they fully realize, are nothing more than fancy words. As simple as that! But more importantly, you know what is making it easy for them to accept all of this? The fact that they are not the only ones. It is happening not just to them but to their friends as well. Not being the only one makes almost anything bearable.... Now they have rationalized in their heads that it's a matter of a male enjoying the pussy they have been enjoying and that that pussy is no different really from any other pussy, and that much worse in this world could happen to them than to have another man make their wife feel good... I tell you, that is exactly how they are thinking, to the last man...."

The immediate next step, Kang explained, was to schedule venereal disease tests for all of us and for Paul. It was absolutely necessary, she said, to ensure that we all had a clean bill of health to pre-empt any objections that were sure to come from the men. Once the results had been obtained and copies certified and filed away with her, she would then proceed to schedule sessions with Paul for all of us. She expected that the sessions would start a week from then and planned to have them take place in the span of two days.

"It is important that we follow the shock of the announcement with the shock of seeing Paul in action. Over a two-day period, I will schedule an hour slot for each of you during which you will fornicate freely with Paul. Stephen will record all the sessions to make sure that these important moments are recorded so that the men can watch and visually witness what took place."

Meanwhile, across the street, Harry was chatting with Paul and Carol, sitting at the kitchen table and sipping coffee.

Paul was smiling broadly and shaking his head in disbelief. He was holding Carol's left hand and was squeezing it by way of expressing his delight.

"So you need to be available over a two day period for hour sessions with them," Harry explained, lifting his glasses over his eyes as he scrutinized his notebook. "There are seven of them, one hour each, so maybe you can take the afternoons off to ensure availability?"

Paul nodded. "Of course," he said. "I shall take the whole day off. This is important and I need to be fully focused to give it my all."

They he asked, "Is your wife among them?"

"Yes," Harry answered, his eyes fixed to the notebook, not looking up.

"She is a lovely lady and I will make sure that she is treated with maximum respect."

Harry nodded but said nothing.

"Of course, the men are insisting on meeting you," Harry added after a long pause.

Paul winced and looked at Carol.

"They think it is only fair to meet face to face with the man who will be partaking of their wives. I think it is only fair, don't you?"

Paul nodded. "Yes, you are right," he said and lowered his eyes.

The next evening, the men gathered in my basement around 8 o'clock. For some reason, they were all wearing shorts, sneakers, and T-shirts, and a few of them were wearing sunglasses. They were speaking in unnaturally animated voices loudly and laughing. The plan was for Paul to meet them in person and to answer any of their questions.

When he arrived, Paul seemed nervous and worried. He shook hands with the husbands, smiling and handing each man his business card. Reading that he was a Chief Counsel at a large and famous technology company, the men bowed their heads slightly and grinned respectfully. They now felt embarrassed by their weekend outfit, given that Paul had come in a dark blue suite and tie, had shaved and was smelling of strong cologne.

Harry acted as the mediator and called the meeting into order. Gao, the one husband who had reacted positively to our project, seemed to have been picked to act as the men's spokesman. He spoke well and was always eager to give speeches and talk. He seemed especially eager that night. So he stood up, cleared his throat, and started talking in a strong, friendly voice.

"Well, first," he said, smiling with his eyes, "you must understand that these developments come as a great shock to all of us. I can assure you that, old and experienced in life as we are here, we never saw this coming."

Paul nodded and smiled, exchanging smiles with several men.

"Second, I don't believe -- since Harry has told us that you are a decent and honorable man -- that you would be too surprised to learn that our natural inclination is to oppose this project."

Paul nodded and said, "Fully understandable."

"Ok. So, here is where we are. We fully grasp that we have no choice but to accept what our wives have decided to do. We get that. It is beyond our control. But what is within our control is to make demands on you. We know that gaining access to half a dozen Chinese ladies to do as you please with them sexually is something that you are very keen on. You have -- and I am stating the obvious -- an insatiable appetite for women and almost unlimited sexual energy. So, we have no doubt that you will indeed successfully accomplish the tasks that you are expected to accomplish and that you will enjoy every minute of it. We also have no doubt that in the process, you will sexually fulfill our wives and that they will enjoy themselves not a little. But the question is: what is our reward for playing along without making any fuss?"

Gao paused here and glared at Paul. Neither man was smiling. A heavy silence suddenly overtook the room.

"So," Gao broke the silence. "Here is the deal: we, the seven husbands here, would like to engage your wife in a collective session with us once a month, in your house and on your bed. You are welcome to attend, of course. Once a month, for one hour of your choosing, we need to have access to your wife to do with her as we please. If you and your wife agree to this, we agree to grant you access to our wives."

Paul smiled and nodded. "This is a new one!" he said. Then he nodded some more and looked down, pretending to think.

"Humm," he pursed his lips then sat up.

"Thank you for your offer," he said. "I will of course need to discuss the matter with my better half. I will get back to you tomorrow."

Then he stood up and cleared his throat.

"If you permit me," he said, taking out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket.

Then he began to read with a strong, steady voice:

Wretched and foolish Jealousy,

How cam'st thou thus enter me?

I ne'er was of thy kind:

Nor have I yet the narrow mind

To vent that poor desire,

That others should not warm them at my fire:

I wish the sun should shine

On all men's fruit, and flowers, as well as mine.

Gao was smiling all along and nodding as Paul read the poem. Many of the other men frowned, clearly not fully grasping what Paul was saying. When he finished reading, they clapped politely and nodded. Paul smiled and nodded, and bowed his head a little, then folded the piece of paper and placed it back in his pocket.

They all shook hands again. The men waited for Paul to leave before sitting down again to chat some more. They laughed and clapped each other on the back. They seemed to be relieved that the meeting had gone without any incidents.