As the months passed by and we became convinced that the balance that we had collectively struck was indeed solid and could not easily be disturbed, our visits with Paul became more frequent and less controlled. Paul would occasionally pop in randomly on one of the couples and spend a few hours of sex with them, which included, as we became comfortable, double penetrations and even homosexual coitus if the man was so inclined. (Harry always made it a point to have sex with Paul when Paul visited us.) A few times, Paul even "went on a rampage," as Harry described it, visiting every one of the seven couples in the span of an evening, and making it a point to ejaculate in every house he visited. When Paul was in the full grip of such a rampage, we would phone each other breathlessly, telling each other where he had been and how he was feeling. (When Paul would arrive at home after one of these rampages, usually around one or two in the morning, Harry and I would peek out from the darkness of our bedroom window and watch him stagger out of his car, his pockets stuffed with the pantyhose and socks he had snatched from his mates like so many trophies, swaying as if drunk from all the sex he had gorged himself on all night long.)
Other times, we the ladies took the initiative and two or three of us would decide to call Paul and "go out on a date." The only rule was that we informed our husbands whenever we were going to be with Paul -- a rule that Paul himself insisted that we scrupulously obey out of respect to our "matrimonial vows," as he liked to put it. And Paul never refused us, and would take us to bars and nightclubs, and even to museums if we asked him to, and every moment he spent with us, he beamed with radiant satisfaction over the simple fact that he was surrounded by us. During such outings, he derived a great deal of pleasure from tending to the smallest of our needs, opening doors for us, taking our coats, buying us drinks, ordering food for us, explaining something or other to us, and listening to us with complete, rapt attention and making us laugh and feel good about ourselves.
But by far what the husbands enjoyed the most was sitting down quietly and watching Paul in charge of taking on all of the wives at once in one of his orgies with us. Paul was a seasoned sexual maestro, kissing and penetrating, and gently flying from one pussy to the next, gently squeezing breasts and smelling and licking ass holes, and making sure that all of the ladies got the attention they were seeking and that they all, by the end of the night, would be fully satisfied. He knew when to be tender and gentle and knew when it was right to become aggressive and even violent, spanking asses, fisting an inflamed vagina, and glaring with strong lust. During such orgies, the men sat quietly, masturbating with serious looks on their faces, as Paul gave free reign to his animal desires. (Harry told me later that what excited him the most were the strange sounds of sex that the women were uttering, and the looks of lust on their faces. And what turned Harry the most was watching us wag our tongues left and right, "like dangerous old lizards in heat," as he liked to put it.)
What most endeared Paul to us the wives was how he treated our husbands. He treated them like his brothers and cared for them and about them and their wellbeing. He was always there whenever they needed him, giving them legal and financial advice they would not otherwise have been able to buy, even if they had the money. The men, on their part, grew to admire Paul and to respect him and even to feel affection for him. They admired his intelligence, his energy, his dedication -- but most importantly, they appreciated how he treated them like equals and never saw them as the strange, inarticulate Chinese men that many of their American friends and colleagues saw them as.
Of course, all the men saw in Paul an unparalleled sexual mentor and looked to him for advice on how to make the most of their sensuality. When they approached him to help them fulfill a long standing fantasy of theirs to have coitus with a large black woman, he immediately obliged and brought them Samantha, the wife of his old school buddy Martin. And he did so the very next day, astounding them by presenting them in his very bedroom with a large black woman in purple lingerie and a large Afro hairdo, wearing heavy makeup and strong perfume. Samantha was smiling when the men entered the bedroom and laughed outright when she saw how nervous they were. She welcomed each man with a "Hello sweetie" or "Hi baby," and warmly hugged and kissed them before fully engaging them. And the men had their fill and enjoyed themselves beyond their expectations, each one spending as much time as he needed to ejaculate inside Samantha. (Samantha's only condition was to have the men ejaculate inside of her and that she would keep the semen inside of her throughout the night, declaring that large amounts of semen from various men at the same time was the surest way to fully cleanse a pussy of its harmful bacteria.)
And Paul never grudged his men advice about sex. He taught them how to fully control their erections and ejaculations and spent endless hours patiently coaching them and mentoring them. For weeks on end, he would gather them in his basement for "control sessions," where he would subject them for whole weekends, starting from Friday night until Sunday afternoon, to long sessions of pornography and collective masturbation. He taught them the proper way to hold their cock, how to stroke it and how to pace the pumping to maintain full control. Wen, the expert and dedicated masturbator among the men, was the one who listened most intently, taking careful notes and asking intelligent questions.
To teach them first hand that sex is "is a matter of will and lust," Paul would have the men watch very erotic scenes for hours but would not allow them to touch themselves. As they watched, he would make very astute comments, often pausing the video to point out something that revealed the state of mind of the man or the woman. He would pick up a simple raise of the eyebrow to underscore that the woman is "clearly not acting and is now fully in the grip of sex," or would catch a hasty gesture by a girl opening her legs to comment that the "girl is obviously very grateful to have been selected for the scene and wants to do a good job," or, "look, she is clearly jealous that the other woman had much larger breasts." All of these comments flared up the lust in the men and made them sigh with frustration over the fact that they could not relieve themselves with an immediate ejaculation. But Paul's instructions were clear and the men followed them with unquestioning obedience. (Wen, always trying to emulate the master and to please him, once tried to engage on his own in criticism of a sequence, but got so overwhelmed by the sexual scene he was describing and the sound of his voice as he verbalized his most inner thoughts that he choked up, grabbed his cock and masturbated himself to an ejaculation. That was the only instance that any of the men broke one of Paul's rules.)
"Why on earth ejaculate when you can prolong your enjoyment by keeping yourself from the full release."
The men nodded in agreement. Harry also nodded and outright laughed. He had already had that conversation with Paul several times and long ago and was already something of an expert, and Paul made sure to showcase Harry as often as he could to prove to the men that they could indeed attain that level of control if they just tried.
And they all eventually did attain that level of control and were even able to command an erection on very short notice, and ultimately, to ejaculate when they wanted. And to mark their graduation, Paul had them abstain for a whole week, and then had them masturbate in front of us for ten minutes, and upon cue, ordered them to ejaculate into a large bowl. The ejaculations were all very thick and powerful. Once the men were done, Paul ejaculated into the bowl himself (he amazingly took out a limp cock from his pants, made it hard with three simple pumps, and then ejaculated upon the fourth pump, discharging the largest dose of snow white semen). He then declared that he was not about to let such precious semen to go to waste and announced that he was going to make us a delicious semen omelet and that we were about to taste the most tasty dish of our lives. And indeed, it was the most uniquely tasty dish anyone of us had ever eaten.
