As the days past, Morgan and Bill acted as if I wasn't there at times, like I was the third wheel. Bill got a new job as a transporter at a hospital. His hours were all over the place. They would play their “game” earlier, and Bill would leave with a wink and a smile, to go work a late shift. I did find these times to be rather good, as Morgan would come out attentive and loving. In fact, she was a downright animal at times. She would crush her lips against mine, with that horrid breath of hers, and rub my crotch. One night, she actually asked if I wanted to eat her out, which I normally LOVED to do, and she even added how she'd shaved her entire pussy, something she NEVER did, as she said it made her look like a teenager. It was hard not taking her up on her advances, especially cause I wanted so bad to have sex, but I wasn't ready to be the next batter in Bill's game. I wasn't going to be Bill's clean up hitter.
Then one day Bill talked to me about an upcoming wedding for his cousin. He said he needed a date. We were at Applebees, and I was drinking, thinking nothing of it, and told him to invite one of his whores. I was too into the game to care what he was saying or talking about.
When I got home, I was surprised when Bill didn't stop by to play his own game. In fact, he was rather nervous that night. Instead, I was greeted by Morgan at the door to her apartment, and she hugged me strongly. She kissed me, and I tasted the sweet cherry of her lipstick, no bad breath. Hmmmm....I thought to myself. Being brazen, I grabbed her ass, and she giggled and pushed me away. “Someone's *****!” She said going to the fridge and getting two beers out, she handed me one and sat with me watching “Sportscenter”. She flipped through a magazine, and casually asked, “Who'd you hang out with tonight!” As if she didn't know. I knew they texted often.
“Bill,” I said, still playing coy to all this. She asked what we talked about, and I told her not much. This didn't seem to please her enough. She kept on about what we chatted about. So I told her “He was asking about this wedding, I guess he needs a date”. She wanted to know what I said to him, and I told her that I threw out Melonie and Hillary's names. This made her turn beat red.
“They're working!” She stated, almost instantly. Truth be told, I never even told her when the wedding was. So I muttered something about Janelle, another of Morgan's friends and her co-worker. “She's picking up a shift at the hotel.” Morgan added. And like that, we went down the list of names, and Morgan shot them all down.
“Who cares,” I said, “I guess he goes stag!” I drank my beer, intent on the days highlights.
Morgan looked up from her magazine, “That's not right, he should have a date. He'll look like a loser!”
It wasn't lost on me where she was going with this conversation, but I couldn't let on that I understood the “game” Morgan was now playing. Even though, with each person she passed over, my cock got harder and harder straining against my pants.
She picked up my empty can, and went to the fridge. “I just feel bad for him. It sucks is all.”
Finally, I said it. “You could go with him!” I just threw it out there letting the words linger.
She stopped in her tracks. “No...what....” she shook her head as if the idea was moronic. “That wouldn't work. I can't do that....I can't....”
I'd say I was simply fed up with the round about antics, but really I still wanted to see how far it would go. I mean, dates, fucking, and now a wedding together. I tried my best not to cum in my pants. “You can just go as his friend Morgan, it's not a big deal.”
She sat down and had a look of confusion on her face. “I guess....I mean....I could....cause we're his friends. From there, I talked it out with her. They would just go as friends. No big deal, and be back when the weekend was over. “I guess I can do that.”
I chugged my beer, and made my own play. “Just no sex with him.” I laughed. “Promise me you won't end up like one of Bill's sluts!” I laughed, acting as if what I said was a joke.
She did not get the humor. The look of anger on her face was palpable. “EXCUSE ME!” She stammered, “I'm not just some whore you know.”
“Then you won't have to worry about promising not to fuck him!” I laughed, still acting as if it was all a big joke.
She stood up, “I am not doing this with you. I'm not some skank!” She rushed off. I realized I may have over stepped my bounds, and went to her room, she was watching TV. “What do you want?” She asked. I apologized, and began rubbing her shoulders. It got pretty hot and heavy, and at one point she winked and pointed down to her womanhood. I refused, as I wasn't sure she'd showered. But I rubbed my fingers above her crotch through her gym shorts. I felt her moan as she kissed me, and then she rolled over with a big smile on her face, and her mouth open, snoring instantly.
This was my cue to go to the bathroom. I walked by her hamper and pulled out a newer pair of panties, ones with a large white stain on them. Inside the bathroom, I lifted her panties to my nose and sniffed and with the other hand I began pleasing myself.
That is when the door swung open, and Morgan stood in front of me, mouth hanging open in utter shock. “WHAT THE FUCK?” She cried out. Her hands going to her face and covering her eyes. She slammed the door shut. “You sick fuck!” I ran out after her, panties in hand. She backed away from me.
“I can explain!” I told her.
Morgan laughed, “No explanation needed, I saw EVERYTHING! Hope you enjoyed fucking your fist your pervert, you better clean my panties when your done. ALL of them.” She told me I was lucky she didn't call the cops. We fought for hours that night. At one point I mentioned Bill. She shook her head, “I don't know what you're talking about!”
I looked at her, “Then you won't mind promising not to fuck him at the wedding!”
She seethed with anger. “What Bill and I do is NONE of your fucking business you panty sniffing fuck!” She then reached down, and pulled off her purple panties from her long legs. “You know what,” she threw them at me, “here, and I AM going to go with Bill...as his DATE! You can enjoy the weekend dating my fucking panties you loser!”
That night I slept on the couch. When I awoke, Morgan was huffing and puffing through her morning routine, making coffee and getting ready for work. It was clear she was still fuming. I apologized over and over for my behavior, the things I said and my actions. I promised her it was a one time thing, what I had been doing in the bathroom. Finally, before she left she sighed. “It's fine, we were both being mean, I'm sorry too. Just if you have to do that please do it in the bathroom at least, and not with my clothes.” I nodded and promised her I wouldn't do it again, and that I rarely did such things, and that I'd clean her entire hamper. She laughed, “Ok you little perv, I gotta get going!” She kissed me goodbye, and left me in her house. Eventually, I made it to my own job, and Morgan and I texted back and forth. She was chastising me somewhat still for not just sniffing her panties, but masturbating in general. She said that little boys and guys who can't get laid masturbate. Which made me angry as we only had sex once or twice in the past few weeks, but I begrudgingly agreed.
The weekend rolled around, and Saturday morning, I watched her pack a bag and prepare things for the wedding. They'd be staying at a hotel for the night, and I dared not ask how many rooms Bill's ****** had gotten, for fear of another fight. As she packed her things, she had on her purple travel pants and zip up top. It was pretty conservative, as was the outfit she was planning to wear. It was a white top with a tan blazer, and a long skirt that went below her knees to match. She brought two inch sivler high heels. At least she'd look classy for this wedding.
One of the weirdest things was that I kept asking if she was OK with all this. “Are you sure you're ok with going?” I asked again.
She shrugged, putting on her sunglasses, “It will be fine. I'm just pissed I have to use my car cause Bill has the breathalizer thing in his.” She was referring to the fact that Bill had to breathe into a tube to start his car. He had multiple DUIs and was heavily restricted on how and where he could drive. “So you know how much to feed him,” she added, alluding to her cat, who I promised to feed. I told her everything was under control. With that, she left through the front door.
The whole day my heart beat fast and loud in my chest. The mixture of anger, jealousy and arousal was
doing a number on my system. Constantly, I texted her and occasionally Bill. She told me they had arrived at the hotel and were getting ready to go to the wedding. What had seemed like an eternity had only been an hour. It was only ten in the morning. I wanted to know every detail of what was transpiring. At one point, I contemplated driving up to spy on them. Little did they know I had been spying on them for the past week. I had placed a unseen camera clock in her house, directly facing the couch. I told her it was because she was always late, and she didn't bat an eyelash. I had feared putting it in her bedroom, since it was more conspicuous there.
As I sat in front of the TV, I held the small SD card from the spy camera in my hand. It had a LOT of date on it. However, I had only been able to record eight hours a day for each day that week. There would be a lot to sift through. I popped the SD card into my own laptop, and attached it to her TV. The image of Morgan's living room, the very living room I know sat in came into view. I didn't know what to expect. Part of me wanted to see nothing, but as the minutes on the timer clicked away, I wanted to see at least SOMETHING. Yet, the view was like a mirror of the room as it was now, empty save for myself.
When noon rolled around, and a full day of the recording had played, or should I say, I had waded through it fast forwarding to when Morgan had come home from work, I realized this was going to take longer than anticipated and I went to the store to buy alcohol. I bought some nice vodka, forgoing the usual beer. A pack of “Tide” caught my eye, and I realized I needed to do Morgan's laundry. When I returned to her house, I made a cocktail of Vodka, Tonic and Cranberry juice. It was strong to the taste, and I didn't much like Vodka, but I drank it fast. Soon, I was pulling Morgan's clothes out of the hamper. My hand grabbed a small garment, and I realized it was the pair of purple panties she'd trown at me. My mind raced, what was I going to do, I had promised her. I threw the panties into the washer, then picked up the detergent. But before I could pour it in, I reached down and pulled her panties down. Then I put them on the dryer, and began to wash the rest of her clothes.
I walked around the house with her panties in my hand. Finally, I put them on the couch. My breathing was getting heavy, and the thoughts of what was happening at the hotel, and the wedding made me begin to sweat. I had to sit down. Trying to regain my wits, I sat down and opened my laptop. I began looking on my normal sites including ESPN. Deciding to check Facebook, I logged in and and read through several feeds. That's when I found a picture of Bill and Morgan at the wedding, it was a picture Bill's mom uploaded, with the rest of the ******, and Bill and Morgan were tagged in the photo. It seemed harmless, and Morgan looked rather classy, as I had thought she would.
I decided to text Bill how things were going. All I got in return was “PANTYHOSE BRO! PANTYHOSE!” Whatever that meant. I did remember Morgan brought pantyhose with her to wear. It was out of the ordinary for her, but she did it at special events. The thoughts of a nude Morgan, displayed for Bill in all her glory except for her pantyhose drove me nuts. My balls were so firm they began to hurt. I decided to go for a run and then the gym.
It was about four when I got back to Morgan's house. I showered, and changed into a nice button up shirt and slacks. It was as if I was dressing for the wedding too, trying to be a part of all this. In the fridge was a skillet dinner for two, which I added spice to and began to cook for dinner. I was starving. At that point, I realized I may have had one too many vodka tonics, as I was a little tipsy, which didn't help on my run or at the gym. Rummaging through her cabinets, I found some nice wine that she hadn't opened. It was a a white wine, so I knew she wouldn't mind, as she only drank red.
I sat down as the food cooked and saw the panties staring back at me on the couch. In my drunken state I laughed, “Well hello there!” I picked up my laptop and reconnected it to the TV, and began searching through the second day. I knew nothing would be there as I spent this day with Morgan, and I watched myself oddly on the screen with Morgan. The footage was rather boring, but I had to play through it all. So I clicked on the third day on the recording and began to peruse the internet again. Once more, I found myself on Facebook. This time Bill's mom had uploaded an image from the reception. “Having fun” was all the tagline said. It was much darker, and Bill was sitting staring at Morgan at a table, the kind filled with food and drinks. Morgan was flushed red, probably from drinks, and smiling at the camera. She actually looked sweaty, maybe they had danced. This caused my cock to stir.
The noise of the food brought me out of my erotic daze, and I went over and made myself a plate of the Italian dish. There was so much food. Too much for me, I turned to the couch and winked at Morgan's panties. “You want some!” Ha....I made myself laugh. I poured a glass of wine, and sat back down. The recording was still playing. Unfortunately there was no noise. I watched the screen, still an empty room as I ate my dinner. That's when I saw Bill and Morgan FINALLY come into view. My heart stopped, and I pressed stop on the recording. I got up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and put the clothes in the dryer. As I did these things I was both scared and excited for what I was to see. I knew my imagination would no longer have to run wild. Something about the lighting in the room was too bright for me. So I dimmed the lights and lit a candle on Morgan's coffee table. Then I poured another glass of wine.
I looked down at the panties, the object of my sin and deviance. I couldn't help myself, and I picked them up and put them to my nose. Her scent was strong on them, and it was like a hit of viagra to my crotch. I hit play on my computer and I watched Morgan lead Bill to the couch holding his hand, she had on a tight white top, small denim shorts, and cowboy boots. He had on a black shirt, and jeans. They began making out passionately right in front of the camera. This was it, the jackpot, the moment I had been planning for the past week. Bill pulled her top over her head and her small tits came free, he began to suck them both, groping them hard. She responded by pulling his pants down and getting on her knees. I watched with amazement as Morgan went to town sucking my friends cock right on camera. Before I could take a breath and pinch myself to see if it was real, he had pushed her down onto the couch. I couldn't handle it anymore, and I unzipped my own pants and began to jerk off using her panties.
They were still fucking when I came, I mean it only took me two minutes to cum in her panties. I sat back trying to catch my breath from the amazing orgasm I had just had. That's when I took in the scene. Lit candles, a glass of wine, dark interior room, and a video on TV. In Morgan's rage she had called how my weekend was going to transpire. I had basically made dinner, dimmed the lights and lit candles and had wine with her panties. While Bill was on a date with my girlfriend, I was on a date with her panties. And I had just gotten laid....big time. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. Worse, I was eager to find out if their date had been as successful as mine.
So that was my night. I watched the video and caught them fucking, but only once. Nothing more happened that week. I fucked her panties again right before bed, and then threw them in the washer. I actually felt bad, like I had just used them. I knew they didn't have feelings, but it was still an odd way to treat my date. Especially considering we had just had sex. I wondered if Bill ever felt this guilt with his dates.
The next day Morgan returned in the morning, and I prodded her for information. She said it was “nice” and that Bill was a gentleman the whole time. Yeah the fuck right, I thought.
That day my car had trouble starting, and I asked a bunch of people to help. I knew Bill was good with cars, as he worked as a mechanic very shortly before being fired for showing up *****, but I didn't want to see him. I mean, I did, I wanted to hear everything, but I wasn't ready. He insisted I let him help, so he came by my apartment, and took several beers as he worked on my car.
“I can fix this,” he said.
I gulped down my pride and asked, “How was the wedding?”
Bill was on his tenth beer, so I knew he would speak his mind. “Fucking amazing bro!” He pointed to his tools. “Hand me the wrench!” He said and began twisting some piece that was alien to me, “Morgan ...jesus christ bro...she sucked me DRY on the way to the wedding!”
I was furious, I wanted to hit him for being so brazen, but I merely mumbled, “I thought she drove!”
Bill shook his head, “No man, I did, and she sucked my dick the whole way there. It was crazy. You know how she has too speeds, like when she wants to go slow, and make you feel it, then there is that way she can just suck it down and right out of you when she wants. You know what I mean.”
Again, I wanted to shout, but mumbled something, maybe like “yeah”.
“Anyways,” Bill continued, “when we got there I had her spread legged on the bed. You know those legs I was fucking RAILING that shit!” He began to make humping motions against the car as he continued to work on it. “And I owe you big time bro,” he stated, “cause you KNOW I'm a leg man, and she has those fucking legs....un-FUCKING-REAL!” He had the audacity to turn to me, “And when we got in the shower, I washed her, she washed me, and dude I gave her a shampoo...if you know what I mean!”
“No, what do you mean,” I asked in such a dorky manner it made even me cringe.
Bill didn't seem to care, he just kept going, “I fucking put that shit in her hair, you know how its easier for her to clean it up when you cum on her like that!”
Cum on her like that? FUCK! She never let me cum on her, she said it was disrespectful. “Yeah, tell me about it,” I managed to say almost as lamely as before. Trying to hide the fact I had NO idea what he meant.
“And those pantyhose bro,” he added, grabbing his beer. “I made her give me a footjob at the reception in those things!”
“Right there,” I said, “at the reception,” not adding that I had no idea what footjob was.
“Yeah bro, I fucking fucked the SHIT outta her foot at the reception. Its the best feeling, its unreal” he stated burping loudly. He laughed, “She got so pissed cause I came on her foot, she had to clean it up. She got me good though, cause she made me cum when my aunt was RIGHT the fuck there. She was laughing so hard. But I got her good too, cause I was fucking fingering the SHIT outta her above them hose bro. She fucking came so hard, and we were taking pictures dude!” That's when I remembered the photo of a flushed Morgan. That asshole was fingering her in that photo, that's why he was staring and his hands couldn't be seen. Bill began to tell me how much he owes me. “I got the beers tonight”, he told me.
That night I drank with Bill at Buffalo Wild Wings, and he paid for my dinner and got me *****. “You scratch my back, I scratch yours” he said to me. Wings and beer were apparently equal to my girlfriends pussy.
As we got ***** Bill leaned in to me and said something I'll never forget to this day. Something that shocked me even more than anything before. He looked me directly in the eye, “Bro, you have to help me fuck her in the ass....I HAVE to do it!”
The nerve of this asshole. He fucked my girlfriend a LOT, and now he wanted to fuck her in the ass, not only that, but he wanted MY help in accomplishing this feat. My face turned beat red, “She doesn't do anal sex Bill!” Which was true, she had never done it before, and neither had I, even though I often begged her.
Bill huffed, “You aren't gonna get all weird about this dude. She'll do it....you just need to get her on my side about it! She'll listen to you!”
“I don't think it will work Bill!” I told him about to leave.
“You owe me!” He said.
“I OWE YOU!” I shouted, and people turned.
Bill's eyes furrowed. “Dude. Calm the fuck down!” Again, his stare and the intent in his eyes made me pee a little. “I fixed your fucking car.” He pointed to me, “Dude it will never happen for YOU....you have said so yourself. You can't get that. Not from her. Not ever. But that doesn't mean someone can't enjoy it. Don't ruin it for me. I NEED this bro.” Bill went on to tell me how he often teased her by placing his dick against her ass, but she fights it. “Much less when she's *****!” He grabbed my shoulder. “If you do this. I will tell you EVERYTHING about how it feels. I promise!”
That night I went back to my own house, Bill went to Morgan's. I watched the video, hoping I would be getting more as I watched this old recording. I watched him fuck her doggy style on the couch for the hundredth time. I watched him thrust into her. If he just pushed it in her ass right then, he could have done it easily. He had done it before with Meg and Caitlin, and Elaina. He always said they just needed to get over the initial entry. I continued to play back the doggystlye video. If he can get it in quick, I think he can do it. Shit...he's gonna fuck my girlfriend in the ass. The thought made my cock rock hard even after cumming three times. I realized if anyone could do it, fuck the unfuckable ass as we called Morgan's tight little ass, it would be Bill. Someone HAD to do this. Her ass was so tight and small. It would be amazing. That ass needed to be fucked. For the good of humanity.
She just needed some prodding.
I mean look how close he came...
Then one day Bill talked to me about an upcoming wedding for his cousin. He said he needed a date. We were at Applebees, and I was drinking, thinking nothing of it, and told him to invite one of his whores. I was too into the game to care what he was saying or talking about.
When I got home, I was surprised when Bill didn't stop by to play his own game. In fact, he was rather nervous that night. Instead, I was greeted by Morgan at the door to her apartment, and she hugged me strongly. She kissed me, and I tasted the sweet cherry of her lipstick, no bad breath. Hmmmm....I thought to myself. Being brazen, I grabbed her ass, and she giggled and pushed me away. “Someone's *****!” She said going to the fridge and getting two beers out, she handed me one and sat with me watching “Sportscenter”. She flipped through a magazine, and casually asked, “Who'd you hang out with tonight!” As if she didn't know. I knew they texted often.
“Bill,” I said, still playing coy to all this. She asked what we talked about, and I told her not much. This didn't seem to please her enough. She kept on about what we chatted about. So I told her “He was asking about this wedding, I guess he needs a date”. She wanted to know what I said to him, and I told her that I threw out Melonie and Hillary's names. This made her turn beat red.
“They're working!” She stated, almost instantly. Truth be told, I never even told her when the wedding was. So I muttered something about Janelle, another of Morgan's friends and her co-worker. “She's picking up a shift at the hotel.” Morgan added. And like that, we went down the list of names, and Morgan shot them all down.
“Who cares,” I said, “I guess he goes stag!” I drank my beer, intent on the days highlights.
Morgan looked up from her magazine, “That's not right, he should have a date. He'll look like a loser!”
It wasn't lost on me where she was going with this conversation, but I couldn't let on that I understood the “game” Morgan was now playing. Even though, with each person she passed over, my cock got harder and harder straining against my pants.
She picked up my empty can, and went to the fridge. “I just feel bad for him. It sucks is all.”
Finally, I said it. “You could go with him!” I just threw it out there letting the words linger.
She stopped in her tracks. “No...what....” she shook her head as if the idea was moronic. “That wouldn't work. I can't do that....I can't....”
I'd say I was simply fed up with the round about antics, but really I still wanted to see how far it would go. I mean, dates, fucking, and now a wedding together. I tried my best not to cum in my pants. “You can just go as his friend Morgan, it's not a big deal.”
She sat down and had a look of confusion on her face. “I guess....I mean....I could....cause we're his friends. From there, I talked it out with her. They would just go as friends. No big deal, and be back when the weekend was over. “I guess I can do that.”
I chugged my beer, and made my own play. “Just no sex with him.” I laughed. “Promise me you won't end up like one of Bill's sluts!” I laughed, acting as if what I said was a joke.
She did not get the humor. The look of anger on her face was palpable. “EXCUSE ME!” She stammered, “I'm not just some whore you know.”
“Then you won't have to worry about promising not to fuck him!” I laughed, still acting as if it was all a big joke.
She stood up, “I am not doing this with you. I'm not some skank!” She rushed off. I realized I may have over stepped my bounds, and went to her room, she was watching TV. “What do you want?” She asked. I apologized, and began rubbing her shoulders. It got pretty hot and heavy, and at one point she winked and pointed down to her womanhood. I refused, as I wasn't sure she'd showered. But I rubbed my fingers above her crotch through her gym shorts. I felt her moan as she kissed me, and then she rolled over with a big smile on her face, and her mouth open, snoring instantly.
This was my cue to go to the bathroom. I walked by her hamper and pulled out a newer pair of panties, ones with a large white stain on them. Inside the bathroom, I lifted her panties to my nose and sniffed and with the other hand I began pleasing myself.
That is when the door swung open, and Morgan stood in front of me, mouth hanging open in utter shock. “WHAT THE FUCK?” She cried out. Her hands going to her face and covering her eyes. She slammed the door shut. “You sick fuck!” I ran out after her, panties in hand. She backed away from me.
“I can explain!” I told her.
Morgan laughed, “No explanation needed, I saw EVERYTHING! Hope you enjoyed fucking your fist your pervert, you better clean my panties when your done. ALL of them.” She told me I was lucky she didn't call the cops. We fought for hours that night. At one point I mentioned Bill. She shook her head, “I don't know what you're talking about!”
I looked at her, “Then you won't mind promising not to fuck him at the wedding!”
She seethed with anger. “What Bill and I do is NONE of your fucking business you panty sniffing fuck!” She then reached down, and pulled off her purple panties from her long legs. “You know what,” she threw them at me, “here, and I AM going to go with Bill...as his DATE! You can enjoy the weekend dating my fucking panties you loser!”
That night I slept on the couch. When I awoke, Morgan was huffing and puffing through her morning routine, making coffee and getting ready for work. It was clear she was still fuming. I apologized over and over for my behavior, the things I said and my actions. I promised her it was a one time thing, what I had been doing in the bathroom. Finally, before she left she sighed. “It's fine, we were both being mean, I'm sorry too. Just if you have to do that please do it in the bathroom at least, and not with my clothes.” I nodded and promised her I wouldn't do it again, and that I rarely did such things, and that I'd clean her entire hamper. She laughed, “Ok you little perv, I gotta get going!” She kissed me goodbye, and left me in her house. Eventually, I made it to my own job, and Morgan and I texted back and forth. She was chastising me somewhat still for not just sniffing her panties, but masturbating in general. She said that little boys and guys who can't get laid masturbate. Which made me angry as we only had sex once or twice in the past few weeks, but I begrudgingly agreed.
The weekend rolled around, and Saturday morning, I watched her pack a bag and prepare things for the wedding. They'd be staying at a hotel for the night, and I dared not ask how many rooms Bill's ****** had gotten, for fear of another fight. As she packed her things, she had on her purple travel pants and zip up top. It was pretty conservative, as was the outfit she was planning to wear. It was a white top with a tan blazer, and a long skirt that went below her knees to match. She brought two inch sivler high heels. At least she'd look classy for this wedding.
One of the weirdest things was that I kept asking if she was OK with all this. “Are you sure you're ok with going?” I asked again.
She shrugged, putting on her sunglasses, “It will be fine. I'm just pissed I have to use my car cause Bill has the breathalizer thing in his.” She was referring to the fact that Bill had to breathe into a tube to start his car. He had multiple DUIs and was heavily restricted on how and where he could drive. “So you know how much to feed him,” she added, alluding to her cat, who I promised to feed. I told her everything was under control. With that, she left through the front door.
The whole day my heart beat fast and loud in my chest. The mixture of anger, jealousy and arousal was
doing a number on my system. Constantly, I texted her and occasionally Bill. She told me they had arrived at the hotel and were getting ready to go to the wedding. What had seemed like an eternity had only been an hour. It was only ten in the morning. I wanted to know every detail of what was transpiring. At one point, I contemplated driving up to spy on them. Little did they know I had been spying on them for the past week. I had placed a unseen camera clock in her house, directly facing the couch. I told her it was because she was always late, and she didn't bat an eyelash. I had feared putting it in her bedroom, since it was more conspicuous there.
As I sat in front of the TV, I held the small SD card from the spy camera in my hand. It had a LOT of date on it. However, I had only been able to record eight hours a day for each day that week. There would be a lot to sift through. I popped the SD card into my own laptop, and attached it to her TV. The image of Morgan's living room, the very living room I know sat in came into view. I didn't know what to expect. Part of me wanted to see nothing, but as the minutes on the timer clicked away, I wanted to see at least SOMETHING. Yet, the view was like a mirror of the room as it was now, empty save for myself.
When noon rolled around, and a full day of the recording had played, or should I say, I had waded through it fast forwarding to when Morgan had come home from work, I realized this was going to take longer than anticipated and I went to the store to buy alcohol. I bought some nice vodka, forgoing the usual beer. A pack of “Tide” caught my eye, and I realized I needed to do Morgan's laundry. When I returned to her house, I made a cocktail of Vodka, Tonic and Cranberry juice. It was strong to the taste, and I didn't much like Vodka, but I drank it fast. Soon, I was pulling Morgan's clothes out of the hamper. My hand grabbed a small garment, and I realized it was the pair of purple panties she'd trown at me. My mind raced, what was I going to do, I had promised her. I threw the panties into the washer, then picked up the detergent. But before I could pour it in, I reached down and pulled her panties down. Then I put them on the dryer, and began to wash the rest of her clothes.
I walked around the house with her panties in my hand. Finally, I put them on the couch. My breathing was getting heavy, and the thoughts of what was happening at the hotel, and the wedding made me begin to sweat. I had to sit down. Trying to regain my wits, I sat down and opened my laptop. I began looking on my normal sites including ESPN. Deciding to check Facebook, I logged in and and read through several feeds. That's when I found a picture of Bill and Morgan at the wedding, it was a picture Bill's mom uploaded, with the rest of the ******, and Bill and Morgan were tagged in the photo. It seemed harmless, and Morgan looked rather classy, as I had thought she would.
I decided to text Bill how things were going. All I got in return was “PANTYHOSE BRO! PANTYHOSE!” Whatever that meant. I did remember Morgan brought pantyhose with her to wear. It was out of the ordinary for her, but she did it at special events. The thoughts of a nude Morgan, displayed for Bill in all her glory except for her pantyhose drove me nuts. My balls were so firm they began to hurt. I decided to go for a run and then the gym.
It was about four when I got back to Morgan's house. I showered, and changed into a nice button up shirt and slacks. It was as if I was dressing for the wedding too, trying to be a part of all this. In the fridge was a skillet dinner for two, which I added spice to and began to cook for dinner. I was starving. At that point, I realized I may have had one too many vodka tonics, as I was a little tipsy, which didn't help on my run or at the gym. Rummaging through her cabinets, I found some nice wine that she hadn't opened. It was a a white wine, so I knew she wouldn't mind, as she only drank red.
I sat down as the food cooked and saw the panties staring back at me on the couch. In my drunken state I laughed, “Well hello there!” I picked up my laptop and reconnected it to the TV, and began searching through the second day. I knew nothing would be there as I spent this day with Morgan, and I watched myself oddly on the screen with Morgan. The footage was rather boring, but I had to play through it all. So I clicked on the third day on the recording and began to peruse the internet again. Once more, I found myself on Facebook. This time Bill's mom had uploaded an image from the reception. “Having fun” was all the tagline said. It was much darker, and Bill was sitting staring at Morgan at a table, the kind filled with food and drinks. Morgan was flushed red, probably from drinks, and smiling at the camera. She actually looked sweaty, maybe they had danced. This caused my cock to stir.
The noise of the food brought me out of my erotic daze, and I went over and made myself a plate of the Italian dish. There was so much food. Too much for me, I turned to the couch and winked at Morgan's panties. “You want some!” Ha....I made myself laugh. I poured a glass of wine, and sat back down. The recording was still playing. Unfortunately there was no noise. I watched the screen, still an empty room as I ate my dinner. That's when I saw Bill and Morgan FINALLY come into view. My heart stopped, and I pressed stop on the recording. I got up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and put the clothes in the dryer. As I did these things I was both scared and excited for what I was to see. I knew my imagination would no longer have to run wild. Something about the lighting in the room was too bright for me. So I dimmed the lights and lit a candle on Morgan's coffee table. Then I poured another glass of wine.
I looked down at the panties, the object of my sin and deviance. I couldn't help myself, and I picked them up and put them to my nose. Her scent was strong on them, and it was like a hit of viagra to my crotch. I hit play on my computer and I watched Morgan lead Bill to the couch holding his hand, she had on a tight white top, small denim shorts, and cowboy boots. He had on a black shirt, and jeans. They began making out passionately right in front of the camera. This was it, the jackpot, the moment I had been planning for the past week. Bill pulled her top over her head and her small tits came free, he began to suck them both, groping them hard. She responded by pulling his pants down and getting on her knees. I watched with amazement as Morgan went to town sucking my friends cock right on camera. Before I could take a breath and pinch myself to see if it was real, he had pushed her down onto the couch. I couldn't handle it anymore, and I unzipped my own pants and began to jerk off using her panties.
They were still fucking when I came, I mean it only took me two minutes to cum in her panties. I sat back trying to catch my breath from the amazing orgasm I had just had. That's when I took in the scene. Lit candles, a glass of wine, dark interior room, and a video on TV. In Morgan's rage she had called how my weekend was going to transpire. I had basically made dinner, dimmed the lights and lit candles and had wine with her panties. While Bill was on a date with my girlfriend, I was on a date with her panties. And I had just gotten laid....big time. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. Worse, I was eager to find out if their date had been as successful as mine.
So that was my night. I watched the video and caught them fucking, but only once. Nothing more happened that week. I fucked her panties again right before bed, and then threw them in the washer. I actually felt bad, like I had just used them. I knew they didn't have feelings, but it was still an odd way to treat my date. Especially considering we had just had sex. I wondered if Bill ever felt this guilt with his dates.
The next day Morgan returned in the morning, and I prodded her for information. She said it was “nice” and that Bill was a gentleman the whole time. Yeah the fuck right, I thought.
That day my car had trouble starting, and I asked a bunch of people to help. I knew Bill was good with cars, as he worked as a mechanic very shortly before being fired for showing up *****, but I didn't want to see him. I mean, I did, I wanted to hear everything, but I wasn't ready. He insisted I let him help, so he came by my apartment, and took several beers as he worked on my car.
“I can fix this,” he said.
I gulped down my pride and asked, “How was the wedding?”
Bill was on his tenth beer, so I knew he would speak his mind. “Fucking amazing bro!” He pointed to his tools. “Hand me the wrench!” He said and began twisting some piece that was alien to me, “Morgan ...jesus christ bro...she sucked me DRY on the way to the wedding!”
I was furious, I wanted to hit him for being so brazen, but I merely mumbled, “I thought she drove!”
Bill shook his head, “No man, I did, and she sucked my dick the whole way there. It was crazy. You know how she has too speeds, like when she wants to go slow, and make you feel it, then there is that way she can just suck it down and right out of you when she wants. You know what I mean.”
Again, I wanted to shout, but mumbled something, maybe like “yeah”.
“Anyways,” Bill continued, “when we got there I had her spread legged on the bed. You know those legs I was fucking RAILING that shit!” He began to make humping motions against the car as he continued to work on it. “And I owe you big time bro,” he stated, “cause you KNOW I'm a leg man, and she has those fucking legs....un-FUCKING-REAL!” He had the audacity to turn to me, “And when we got in the shower, I washed her, she washed me, and dude I gave her a shampoo...if you know what I mean!”
“No, what do you mean,” I asked in such a dorky manner it made even me cringe.
Bill didn't seem to care, he just kept going, “I fucking put that shit in her hair, you know how its easier for her to clean it up when you cum on her like that!”
Cum on her like that? FUCK! She never let me cum on her, she said it was disrespectful. “Yeah, tell me about it,” I managed to say almost as lamely as before. Trying to hide the fact I had NO idea what he meant.
“And those pantyhose bro,” he added, grabbing his beer. “I made her give me a footjob at the reception in those things!”
“Right there,” I said, “at the reception,” not adding that I had no idea what footjob was.
“Yeah bro, I fucking fucked the SHIT outta her foot at the reception. Its the best feeling, its unreal” he stated burping loudly. He laughed, “She got so pissed cause I came on her foot, she had to clean it up. She got me good though, cause she made me cum when my aunt was RIGHT the fuck there. She was laughing so hard. But I got her good too, cause I was fucking fingering the SHIT outta her above them hose bro. She fucking came so hard, and we were taking pictures dude!” That's when I remembered the photo of a flushed Morgan. That asshole was fingering her in that photo, that's why he was staring and his hands couldn't be seen. Bill began to tell me how much he owes me. “I got the beers tonight”, he told me.
That night I drank with Bill at Buffalo Wild Wings, and he paid for my dinner and got me *****. “You scratch my back, I scratch yours” he said to me. Wings and beer were apparently equal to my girlfriends pussy.
As we got ***** Bill leaned in to me and said something I'll never forget to this day. Something that shocked me even more than anything before. He looked me directly in the eye, “Bro, you have to help me fuck her in the ass....I HAVE to do it!”
The nerve of this asshole. He fucked my girlfriend a LOT, and now he wanted to fuck her in the ass, not only that, but he wanted MY help in accomplishing this feat. My face turned beat red, “She doesn't do anal sex Bill!” Which was true, she had never done it before, and neither had I, even though I often begged her.
Bill huffed, “You aren't gonna get all weird about this dude. She'll do it....you just need to get her on my side about it! She'll listen to you!”
“I don't think it will work Bill!” I told him about to leave.
“You owe me!” He said.
“I OWE YOU!” I shouted, and people turned.
Bill's eyes furrowed. “Dude. Calm the fuck down!” Again, his stare and the intent in his eyes made me pee a little. “I fixed your fucking car.” He pointed to me, “Dude it will never happen for YOU....you have said so yourself. You can't get that. Not from her. Not ever. But that doesn't mean someone can't enjoy it. Don't ruin it for me. I NEED this bro.” Bill went on to tell me how he often teased her by placing his dick against her ass, but she fights it. “Much less when she's *****!” He grabbed my shoulder. “If you do this. I will tell you EVERYTHING about how it feels. I promise!”
That night I went back to my own house, Bill went to Morgan's. I watched the video, hoping I would be getting more as I watched this old recording. I watched him fuck her doggy style on the couch for the hundredth time. I watched him thrust into her. If he just pushed it in her ass right then, he could have done it easily. He had done it before with Meg and Caitlin, and Elaina. He always said they just needed to get over the initial entry. I continued to play back the doggystlye video. If he can get it in quick, I think he can do it. Shit...he's gonna fuck my girlfriend in the ass. The thought made my cock rock hard even after cumming three times. I realized if anyone could do it, fuck the unfuckable ass as we called Morgan's tight little ass, it would be Bill. Someone HAD to do this. Her ass was so tight and small. It would be amazing. That ass needed to be fucked. For the good of humanity.
She just needed some prodding.
I mean look how close he came...
