She went on to say: “When men kiss and love their wives, they are supposed to get hard, and you don’t anymore. I think you’re just getting old and don’t need sex anymore. And I don’t either. So, don’t worry about it.”
She decided to take a bath, and closed the door behind her. The husband returned to his bed without any expression on his face, but tears began falling down his cheeks. He wiped off the tears, pulled back the covers, and the Voyeur watched as he placed one hand on the head of his penis, and the other on his testicles, and then stroked his penile shaft very quickly. After two or three minutes using this technique, he obtained a large erection, and using a proper degree of pressure and stroking speed, he had an orgasm. The ejaculation was not copious in semen content, so it appeared that he masturbated frequently.
During masturbation, he continued to carefully monitor the bathroom door, I assume to ascertain that his wife wouldn’t come out unexpectedly. He wiped the semen on the under portion of the spread, and pulled the covers up.
His wife returned from taking her bath, and silently entered her bed. He retained his silent poker-faced attitude, and then turned off the TV, and then the light, and soon the couple had retired for the evening.
Conclusion: After observing many different forms of impotency, the Voyeur is convinced that this is one of the least discussed and most closeted subject in the sexual realm. This man is not impotent—he may just have a fear of performance, and if his wife were more educated sexually, she probably could cure his “impotency” immediately by giving him oral sex or using her hand on his penis.
She probably comes from a background that frowns on any type of sexual foreplay. The couple will probably remain forever entrenched in this confusion and ignorance.
At a later date, another couple registered to stay in Room 7 with its separate beds—but, unlike the sad husband from Joplin and his dreary wife—these more recent entrants into the Manor House Motel immediately enhanced the premises with their attractive appearance, their general congeniality, and their obvious display of mutual affection—which delighted the Voyeur as he signed them in (for a total of six weeks!), and therefore looked forward to seeing an abundance of lusty images of marital bliss, and the opportunity to add some flaming pages to his too-often tepid journal.
The dark-haired slender husband was an Air Force officer attending a six-week long summer training session at the Lowry Air Force Base in Denver, and his wife, a grammar school teacher in Mississippi, was spending her vacation weeks with him here, although (as I soon discovered) she was left alone in Room 7 most of the day.
She was a well-proportioned brunette in her late 20s who was very lively and friendly; and one day, noticing a sign in our office seeking to hire a maid, she volunteered for the job.
“I’m used to working,” she explained, “and I’m bored here with nothing to do.”
So I hired her as a temporary worker, and she was excellent. She was efficient, cheerful, and never complained. Since she was often around the office, I had many opportunities to talk to her about her upbringing and background. She was born in a rural community in Mississippi and her folks were tobacco farmers. In her cute Southern accent she described a girlhood of much poverty, but she worked her way through college and became a teacher. She met her husband in college, they married early, and he immediately pursued a military career. She professed to being happily married. She did not have children.
As I observed them at night, I could confirm that they seemed to be happy. He was always polite and considerate, and she was as cheerful with him in the room as she was around the motel doing her chores. But what completely confused me was the couple’s inactive sexual life. During the first three weeks they were in Room 7, I never saw them have sex. And yet they were nothing like the other sexually remote married couples I’ve watched, arguing and disagreeing so much of the time. No, the Mississippi couple seemed to be genuinely fond of one another.
Once the husband was overheard mentioning that as a couple they hadn’t had intercourse in some time, but she said, “Whenever and whatever you want, Sweetheart, it is okay with me.” But, after that, nothing more was said, and nothing seemed to happen.