The Pat Wong Diaries:

Harry was sincerely proud of "our achievement," as he called it. He saw the long journey we had taken and "the revolution" we were living with our friends as something that could not have happened were it not for our initiative to establish contact with Paul.

He often nodded pensively, saying, "This is good because we all feel good and now live better." He had now adopted as a life mission "the spreading of pleasure and the prevention of pain."

"In everything we do," he said, "we must seek to cause pleasure to others -- even with just a simple smile or a kind word." And he did take his philosophy seriously, to the smallest of actions. Once, in a crowded metro car, he accidently pressed his elbow against the large bosoms of a young black woman. He was about to lower his elbow when he realized that the woman was willingly pressing it against his elbow and was enjoying it. So he didn't move his elbow and looked the other way. The woman kept rubbing against his elbow in subtle but applied movements and was whispering softly to herself, "honey bunch, honey bunch." This went on for minutes. When Harry's stop finally came, he reluctantly lowered his elbow, stole a glance at the woman's face, and stepped out. She was smiling and her eyes were red. "Thank you," she said in a whisper. Harry smiled back, said, "You're welcome," and hurried off the train.

"Of all the things I have done in my life," Harry declared, "that one little interaction is something I will not forget."

Now, every month or so, on a Saturday, we organize a party at our house where all seven couples get together for a long day of "friendly sensual celebration." In these parties, Paul and Kang stayed away intentionally. They had agreed after a long meeting between themselves that it was important for us to be able to explore each other without supervision. "We have done our duty as mentors," Kang explained to us when she made the announcement, "and now it's time for you to tackle the world on your own."

We all agreed that Paul and Kang were right. Kang now commanded as much respect from the men as Paul did. And when she called on them requesting that they give her an hour or two of their time, they always readily agreed and hurried to her house to "fulfill their sacred duty."

"Her pussy is on a whole different level," Harry told me once after one of his sessions with her. "It smells different from yours: acrid and yet not harsh. The lips are thick and puffy and hardened. You can see from the first glance that it had worked very hard all these long years. It's powerful. It squeezes your penis tightly and wants to strangle it, almost, so that I had to stop and wait for it to relax again.... To be honest with you, I was scared, the first time it happened... I had six of those that night.... And every time it happened, she opened her eyes wide and stared at me straight in the face, trying to fully understand how I was feeling. That's why she loves sex so much...."

During our parties, we usually stripped naked, leaving on us only socks and stockings, and walked around chatting and munching on our catered Hors D'oeuvres. There was plenty of food and drink, and the music -- always classical Chinese -- was soft and soothing. At the start of the party, none of the men would have an erection. But as the day progressed and the conversations flowed, one of the men -- usually it was Wen -- would start tugging at his penis and fondling his balls. At which point, as if reminded that they could do the same, the other men would begin to play with their cocks, each in his own way. Xun liked to hold it with one hand and slap it on the palm of his other hand, frowning severely as he did so; Huang Fu on the other hand liked to hold both his balls and his penis with one firm grip and then squeezed them regularly; Kevin liked to focus on the head of his penis and rub it with his thumb; Zhong liked to spit on his penis and to make exaggerated faces as he pumped himself; Gao loved to hit his penis against his thigh, smiling and laughing as he did; and Harry of course liked to hold his penis firmly, squeezing it and spitting at it once in a while.

Then, suddenly, I would look around and all of the men would have a strong, steady erection. Not long after that, Wen would begin to masturbate in earnest, standing in the middle of the room, pumping his penis and spitting in his hand, while the other men cheered him on. Then the shouting would begin, signaling the start of the sexual orgy.

It would always start with Wen shouting, "This is normal! This is natural!"

Then Xun would shout out an instruction, directing it to his wife Bao and pointing at Wen, "Smell his balls, smell his balls! They are sweaty, smell them! Do it immediately, do not postpone, do not postpone."

Then Bao would bend on her knees and begin smelling Wen's balls. Then she would say, "I like smelling balls. I like to smell them! That is the truth. They smell so manly. He is a male, a male!"

As we all circled him and Bao smelled his balls, Wen was almost oblivious to us all, his eyes fully focused on his penis. The men would then start sniffing and eyeing the ladies around them with strong, meaningful stares, almost glaring at the pussies, asses and breasts that surrounded them. Gao at that point usually would begin to sniff at our asses, one by one, gently parting the cheeks of our buttocks and taking a loud, deep breath as he touched our anus with his nose.

"The smell of ass!" he would shout, "the smell of ass!"

The clapping and cheering would then get louder and more aggressive as Wen picked up his masturbation rhythm, his face red and contorted with intensity. After a few minutes of spitting and pumping, Wen would stop, grip his penis with both hands, and fold in two as three or four sharp spurts of semen would shoot out of his cock.

"I love my cock! Porn! Porn! I am a lover of pornography," Wen would whisper with pleasure.

Indeed, our orgies were becoming far more than mere sexual engagements: they were full confessionals, where everyone -- but especially the husbands -- shouted their most intimate thoughts and feelings without any fear of being judged in any way. And we, the wives, watched our husbands with quiet happiness at their liberation. We knew it was good for their mental wellbeing to bottle up nothing within them.

As he relaxed on the sofa after his orgasm, Wen would turn to one of the men near him and quietly tell him, "You need to fuck my wife. Please help yourself. She is here. She is available!"

This was the ritual that we had adopted. Wen masturbates and ejaculates, then opens the coitus part of the festivities by offering his own wife to one of the men.

And so we would all cheer and Yun, his wife, would go up to her husband and caress his back, asking him if he was all right. Wen would nod but would say nothing, and then would turn again to the man and say with a deep voice: "Prepare your penis, my brother. You need to fornicate with my wife at once. It is your duty."

The other husband would nod with a solemn look on his face, kiss Wen's hand, and then would grip his own penis tightly in his hand and gently grab Yun by the arm and take her to the love seat. At which point, we would open the circle to let Wen watch as the man penetrated Yun.

And as the man would begin to penetrate her, Wen would shout out in mock indignation, shaking his head, "Do you realize that you are fornicating with my wife! Do you realize what you are doing, Yun? Allowing another man to penetrate you? This is progress! This a great leap forward!"

At which point, the full orgy would commence in earnest. And then all manners of shouts would be heard.

"The twat, the twat -- the shaved twat! What an animal! Smell it, smell it! It's quivering!"

"We are bothers! We are brothers!" another would shout.

"Sexuality, sexuality, human sexuality!" one of the wives would shout in formal Chinese. Another one would say, "Comfort each other, comfort each other!" or, "Long life and good friendship!" or, "The humanity! The humanity!" I even heard a man yell out, "Bad breath! Bad breath! I love bad breath!"

Some of the men would shout out the names of authors or journalists or actresses. Gao loved to shout out "Maureen Dowd" and "Arianna Huffington," to which Xun, the Republican among us, countered with, "Michelle Malkin" and "Anne Coulter."

Harry often liked to shout out, "We must focus! We must focus! This is important! This is not a joke! This is serious!"

Then he would adopt a sententious look on his face and declare with his imitation of a British accent, nodding, "This is important! This is important. The importance of being earnest! The importance of being earnest!"

Gao had his favorite expressions too. He liked to say, "I am enjoying myself! I love this! Comfort! Comfort! It is so warm and gentle here!"

Wen would continue masturbating all along, every once in a while shouting out the name of a porno actress. "Shablee, Christy Canyon, Mrs. Dianne Richards, Ron Jeremy, Ebony Ayes, little Kitty, Jade Marcella, Satomi, Cumisha, Viviana, Veronica Hart, " and so forth, every once in a while adding, "Pornography! I love pornography! I am a healthy masturbator!"

Then another man would shout out something like, "I want to drink some spit, give me some spit!" At which point a couple of us would go to the man and spit into his mouth.

Once in a while, one of the ladies would scream out, as she was being penetrated, "I want my husband to watch! Where is my husband? He needs to witness this!" And so the husband would be dragged to watch his wife being penetrated.

Of all the men, I found Huang Fu to be the most sexually attractive. His penis was about the same length as Harry's but much thicker. But what attracted me to him was his kind smile and his patience. When I approached him the first time, he seemed to be genuinely surprised and even stammered a bit. But he let me fondle him and play with his balls and kiss his armpits, and then he proceeded to penetrate me only when I indicated that I was ready for him. And when he penetrated me, he did it deliberately and carefully and picked up his pace slowly as he felt my vagina moisten and tighten. As I enjoyed Huang Fu, I would once in a while open my eyes to see what Harry and the rest were doing. Harry had his two favorites, Bao and tall Mei, and often he had them stacked one on top of the other as he alternated from one to the next, often outright gleefully laughing. As I looked around, I could see stern Xun, his thick gold chain around his neck, a toothpick in his mouth, swaggering as though in a market shopping, and once in a while pausing and tapping the shoulder of a man in the swing of copulation to cut in and take over. His cock was very long -- probably Paul's length -- but was very skinny and looked like a sword. Then there was Kevin and his heavy large balls, always shaved and always sweaty. Wen of course often spent most of his time watching and masturbating, his nipples always puffy and erect, looking almost like the nipples of a teenage girl. Gao on his part spent a good deal of his time helping Lin, his wife -- the "double penetration queen," as he called her -- with her men and exerted a great deal of patient effort ensuring that the two penises that were inside her vagina remained inside.

About two in the afternoon, we usually took a lunch break and then an hour long nap and got back to our festivities around four. Then from four to five, we usually played sexual games as we drank our afternoon tea and cookies.

The first game we played was "guess the pussy". This is when one of the men would be picked at random and made to close his eyes and kneel down, while we presented our pussies, one by one, for him to smell and guess to whom it belonged. Ming's pussy was the easiest one to identify, we discovered, regardless of the man who was smelling it. But aside from Ming's pussy, the husbands did very poorly and could not distinguish between the smell of their wives pussy and one that belonged to another woman.

Then we played "guess the cock," which consisted in having us pick a woman and have her try to identify which penis belonged to whom by touching it. And remarkably, all the wives were able to detect almost without error when they were touching the cock of their husband.

Another game had us ladies go to the small bedroom in our basement and pump our pussies with air using a large plastic dropper that I used to moisten my turkeys. Then we would press down on our bellies and pussy fart. We did this for 15 minutes and then left the room. The men would then enter the room and take deep breaths to enjoy "the sweet smell of humanity's original home," yelling, "Feminine odor! Feminine odor!"

Yet another game consisted in having all of us, the men and the women, form a large circle and surround one of the ladies and simply stare at her quietly for fifteen minutes as she lay on the ground naked. Our stares were "flesh" stares, that is, we looked at her flesh and her body and averted her eyes, the purpose being to unite her with her pure objective sexual being. The only word that could be uttered during these sessions was the word, "sex!" which was usually whispered quietly, but sometimes, overwhelmed by the potency of the situation, someone, usually a lady, would shout it loudly and would start slapping her pussy. Which would usually trigger other ladies, and some men, to echo the loud shout with their own shout of, "sex!"

The men also freely engaged in homosexual acts, sucking penises, kissing each other, and penetrating and allowing others to penetrate them.

Leading the homosexual charge was Zhang, who loved to be penetrated more than any of the other men. He liked to shout, "I am a homosexual! I am a homosexual! I love men! I love cocks! Enter my ass! Do it now!" And the men eagerly fulfilled his requests. The first time they heard him shout, they laughed. But when Gao actually went ahead and lubricated his cock and began to penetrate Zhang, they understood that it was not a joke and took turns penetrating Zhang after Gao was finished.

The men discovered that penetrating another man was just as enjoyable as penetrating a woman. A man's ass, they found out, had its charms: it was tight and strong and the hair rubbing against their hair gave them a new soft sensation that they could not get from a woman. And being penetrated was also a joyful experience, as long as it was done gently and with intelligence. They felt not once a second of shame over what they were doing. It was pleasurable and it brought the men closer to one another.

During our orgies, once someone had sounded the homosexual call, a deluge of shouts would then be heard from the men.

"Smell my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" would usually be the first thing we would hear, and it almost always came from Zhang, who would speak it with a special Chinese countryside accent that made it sound even more raunchy. Then we would hear someone shout, "Men! Men!" Another one would yell out, "We are brothers! We are brothers!" Another would shout, "Da Fo! Da Fo!" or, "Sperm, sperm! I need to drink some sperm!" And yet another one would say, "I am a lover! I need a husband! Penetrate me!" or "I want a donkey! I want a donkey!" And as the men would begin to penetrate one another in earnest, Zhang would walk around, as if inspecting the men in their work, and would say in a reassuring tone, "Concentrate, concentrate.... This is moral! This is moral! I am talking about moral probity!"

As the men penetrated and sucked and kissed one another, we would sit quietly, smiling and masturbating at the sight of such open expressions of love and friendship. Much farting would ensue -- mainly because the men were relaxed and did not have any of the usual inhibitions that constrained them, but also because they enjoyed the smell of each other's fart when they were gripped by their homosexual lust.

"This is how it should be," one of the girls would whisper. "How can there be any misunderstandings and bad feelings if everyone behaves as we are behaving! This is how it should be!"

Harry was also an enthusiast of homosexual activities. He loved to smell testicles and to suck them and the men quickly designated him as the official testicle expert. He was the one tasked with shaving them and massaging them with skin lotion. He also loved being penetrated and smiled and laughed as the men took turns on his ass. He would tell me later that at such times, his spirit was at peace with itself and that he felt joy dancing in his heart.

"Feeling a penis penetrate you," he once told me, "makes you feel humble as a man and strips away all that poisonous pride that kills your gentle soul. And feeling the semen of another man flowing into you makes you realize just how much of the pain in this world is needless and can very easily be healed and disposed of if only we cared about each other."

As we learned more and more about one another, and explored the new world of open and uninhibited sex with multiple partners, we realized that each one of us specialized in something or did something better than anyone else. I specialized in smelling pussies. Mei was the armpits specialist: she liked to smell them, lick them, and shave them. Yun was the anal queen: her anus was flexible and wide and would comfortably take a large penis without resulting in any discomfort. Lin was of course the double penetration queen, and loved the sensation of two penises inside her vagina (she especially loved the fact that the penises inside of her were rubbing against each other). Gao was the ass smeller of the group; Wen was of course the incorrigible masturbator; Xun was the pussy shaver while his wife was Wen's counterpart: the female masturbator in the group. And plentiful Bao was the semen drinker: the one who never flinched once that I have seen her do it, from swallowing whatever semen is ejaculated in her mouth.

As the months wore on and as sex became central to how we lived our lives, we began to feel sorry for anyone who went about life "the old way." We had clearly stumbled upon how exactly one should live his or her life: communally, with sexuality being the main mediator of our human bonds. Anything short of that would be pretense and lies. So, when Mei's 78 year old mother came to visit her, Mei could not bear the thought of letting her mother finish her life without experiencing what we were experiencing. And so, she brought her along to one of our orgies, and not surprisingly, the old woman came to life instantly. At first, she was in shock and was clearly scared. But then she quickly grasped what it was all about, as if reminded of something true and pure from long, long ago. And when the men queued in front of her to penetrate her one by one, she smiled broadly and giggled with uncontrollable glee. And as soon as the first man penetrated her (Gao as always volunteered to be the pioneer), her old limbs came to life and she began to shout loudly with a raspy voice, yelling old-time obscenities that made everyone laugh.

"Fucker! Fucker!" she yelled in Chinese. "Thrust me with your body. Slide in your old dirty cock. Fuck me, you shit man! Fuck my dirty cunt! Marry me, marry me!"

Harry also felt the same when his sister Gloria, a Juilliard-trained classical pianist and teacher, came for a visit from Wisconsin. She came with her boyfriend, Richard, a man she had met a few months earlier and with whom she had fallen in love. Richard, one could see from first glance, was madly in love with Gloria and quietly followed her with his small eyes whenever she was around him. And yet, neither Harry nor I felt that it was right for us to keep them unaware of what we had discovered. We felt obligated to let them know what was possible and to open their minds and expose them to what we felt was the ultimate truth. When we told them, discussing the matter over coffee, they were both stunned at first. Richard was speechless and confused. Gloria was shocked, but she quickly recovered and wanted to know more. So we showed them our video with Paul and carefully explained to them how we felt and why we thought it was important for us to tell them. And before the week was over, Paul had spent three nights with Gloria, had penetrated her several times in the presence of Richard and had ejaculated inside of her hungry vagina. In the first session, Richard could not watch beyond the initial caressing and kissing and left, almost in anger, but by the third session, he was masturbating loudly, eagerly watching Gloria enjoy herself, her vagina squirting in spasms like he had never seen it do before. By the end of the week, he told us, he felt liberated and fully at peace with his love for Gloria. "After now," he declared, "I have no fear that Gloria will leave me. I saw her fully possessed by a man -- a handsome man -- and yet here she is, still fully in love with me. We are free now! Free to love and to live without fear!"