No, please tell me

You shrugged and answered in the negative, asking her to tell you.

Inoue obliged and began her story.

"There's this one happy family, with the husband and wife, and they had a son around seven years old. They're so happy that even after ten years of marriage, they're still very much active in bed. The husband, the typical salary-man, works a normal five days a week, eight to eight. The wife, the typical house-wife, takes care of things at home. However, even if she's normal, she had a little vice, which is to play mahjong with three of her friends, also housewives.

"This hobby of hers even extends to Saturdays, and sometimes, Sunday. The stakes were so high that it had a rule that whoever phone rang, automatically loses. That's why the wife left hers at home, knowing that her family can contact her at any time by going to the place where the session was being held. So, during one of these mahjong sessions, their son came to the house of the neighbor hosting the mahjong session and shouted, 'Mom, Dad wants to fuck you!'

"Shocked and embarrassed, the wife excused herself amidst her friends' meaningful smiles, and then returned home, where the two had sex. Happy bedroom meant fewer chances of the husband straying, as they said.

"Two weeks later, at the other neighbor's house, the son appeared and said the same thing. This time, one of her friends even commented that her husband is a carnivore, unlike the friend's herbivorous husband. Knowing that the things couldn't remain as it was, after the wife and the husband had sex, she told the husband to use a code word.

"The husband asked what was the suitable code word, and she said the first thing that came to her mind. So, whenever he wanted to have sex with her, she told him, he would use the word 'typing'. The husband agreed.

"A week later, during yet a mahjong session, sure enough, the son came and shouted, 'Mom! Dad wants to do some typing!' Distracted, the wife answered, 'That's good dear, tell him to continue on.'

"The son returned home, only to come back half an hour later. 'Mom! Dad needs to do some typing work!' Annoyed, the wife told her son that his father was very good at his work and didn't need her help before shooing her son away.

"Another half an hour passed before the wife realize 'typing' was the code work for sex. She hastily excused herself and returned home, where she saw the husband was lounging on the sofa lazily. 'I'm sorry. You told our son that you want to do some typing?'

"'It's okay,' the husband replied. 'I've handwritten it.'" Inoue said, finishing the story.