"They whispered as the limo drove home. Of course, I remained tied and gagged, not having any idea on where we were headed.Before we arrived, Nina too... out a large bag which sshe pulled up over me, tying it closed over me head. I was blind inside the bag. The limo stopped and I was pulled out of the car and thrown over someone's shoulders."Put her on the bed," Nina commanded.I was gently put on the bed. It sounded like everyone left the room and I was left helpless on the bed. What were they. Sleep took him from his unanswered questions and he dozed back off into a troubled sleep.When he next awoke his head wasn’t exactly clear, but it was better for the water, aspirin and sleep. He would be tender, but not incapacitated. He sat up and groaned a little, feeling a tenderness in his ass and weirdly at his throat. Still, it didn’t bother him. It hadn’t been real.He sighed and swung his legs out of bed and stood on wobbly feet, pulling his boxers back up into place and running a hand. That might give me another shot at Jo! In the end, none of all that mattered, because holding Rosalind back is the last thing I want to do anyway and so we all showered and changed at Jo and Dave’s house and had a light supper there before heading out to a local nightclub. The women looked sweet enough to eat (pun intended) and they set right out to the dance floor. Dave and I maintained some semblance of respectability by occupying a table with four drinks set out as though our women were on. So I had to settle for enjoying the slow process of my husband’s penis going from rigid to flaccid, and finally slipping from my vagina. As I lay there trying to recover my senses, I became aware of the perspiration between our bodies and the leakage of my lubrication and Aaron’s semen from my gaping pussy. Yes, tonight, until I could change the bed linens tomorrow, Aaron was definitely going to sleep with the pillow coated with my vaginal juice and his sperm…of that I was sure. Saturday.