Thinking of the west wind, recalling a beautiful memory (Part 3)

After the first real role reversal, our lives remained unchanged, without any ripples, except that our sex life gained a special kind of beauty and excitement, rediscovering a long-lost passion. When Gigi, Brother Zhang, and I had tea and dinner together, there was an unconscious, subtle feeling between us that was different from before. The man in front of me, however, was unaware of this. Although he liked Gigi, he dared not express it, little did he know we were doing something secret. He had already made this woman ecstatic, experiencing multiple orgasms. While we ate and chatted, my intention was to deepen Gigi's impression of me, to make the man's silhouette even clearer and more real during our lovemaking. The effect was obvious. When I had sex with Gigi, I could talk about Zhang Ge's private matters without any reservations. For example, I said, "I saw Zhang Ge's thing when I went to the toilet. It's really big, much bigger than mine. I bet it'll be as big as a dildo when he's inside you." "Really? He's so old, can he still be that hard?" "Maybe. I feel like it's about the same. Why don't you try it sometime?" Although it was a joke, it was a topic we often discussed. Over time, this thought increasingly popped into my mind: would this man really have sex with Gigi and feel the same way we do when we have sex? Gigi was also so excited and had an orgasm. Seeing my beloved woman get a different experience, I could truly feel that this experience was something to look forward to and excited about. So one time after drinking, I teased Gigi, "How about we invite Zhang Ge over to our house tonight and have sex with him? I'll listen quietly from the second floor while you two enjoy yourselves on the first floor." Perhaps it was the relaxation and pleasure brought by the numbing effect of alcohol that made Gigi say, "Really? Aren't you jealous? Don't regret it later." Men driven by lust usually won't give up at this point; they'll agree to anything, and anything they agree to can be disregarded. "Really, tonight is such a great opportunity, let him come, let's give it a try." "Okay, I'll find him, but I need to drink a lot, otherwise I won't be able to get over this hurdle." Gigi then arranged to meet Brother Zhang downstairs for barbecue. When I was alone, to be honest, I felt indescribable. Was it nervousness? Excitement? Anticipation? Regret? In the end, reason overwhelmed me, and I drank a lot of alcohol, quietly waiting for the scene I was looking forward to to appear. Looking at the clock, it was already past ten o'clock at night, which meant Gigi had drunk a lot. Perhaps they'd gone home and wouldn't be coming back. Just then, a text message came through: "Honey, we're done drinking. We're going upstairs. Don't regret it!" "Of course not. I'll wait for you upstairs without the lights on. Come on up." Composing myself, I hid in a corner of the attic, quietly waiting for the scene I was hoping for. (To be continued)

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