We showered and went to bed. Nancy fell asleep instantly. But thoughts of watching my lovely wife getting gang-fucked ran through my mind for some time as I lay there. Could something like this actually happen tomorrow night?
These thoughts had made my cock hard again, but I decided not to awaken Nancy to help me take care of it. Instead, I went into the bathroom and jacked off imagining Sid fucking my wife dog-style while Arnie rammed his cock down her throat from the front. Could this be a preview of tomorrow night's sex theater?
When I returned to bed, the song lyrics "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow" ran through my mind for some time before I fell asleep
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