This is AFTER the main story "Watching your girlfriend and your asshole friend/Watching your girlfriend submit". More sex. Less talking. Lots of cuckoldry? Sort of? Much humiliation.
You began to fix your apartment, cleaning as much as you could the night before Friday. Your weekend guests would be coming tomorrow afternoon. The surreal nature of it all was not lost on you. Sure, you had friends come up to visit often, and many with their girlfriends, fiancees and significant others. This was different. For the first time Bill of all people was coming up to visit, for the first time since you moved. He was bringing his girlfriend, an extremely attractive young girl. One who many men fancied and would love a shot at. She was by far the most beautiful girl your crew, from high-school or college had ever hung out with. You gulped down nervously thinking about her. Why did his girlfriend always make you feel so nervous. You knew her after all, and knew her well. Her name...well...Morgan. Or “Hottie Morgan” or “Hot Morgan” or “Smoke-show Morgan” or “Straight boner Morgan”. You couldn't keep up with the names guys from your hometown made up regarding Morgan. Your asshole friend was literally going to bring your ex-girlfriend, whom he stole, for the the weekend. Sure, it seems odd, but time had past, and in all honesty, only a handful of people remembered you even dated Morgan. To anyone that knew all three of you, she was just "Bill's hot girlfriend Morgan."
You kept saying it in your mind over and over as the hours pressed on. "Bill and his hot girlfriend Morgan were coming up." It made your heart leap with anxiety and excitement. MORGAN AND BILLl were coming up to visit. As a couple. It was still nuts to say, and hear, and read about online. It had been over a year and a half now since Bill and Morgan had officially started dating after she cheated on you with him. The anger, the embarrassment, the pain was mostly gone now. In fact, you weren't sure if was every really there. Watching her fall to him, and watching them fuck, or even make out was intensely erotic to you. There was something arousing about watching that asshole Bill working on his "trophy girl" for years until he broke her. That girl simply happened to be YOUR ex-girlfriend.
In all honesty, it hadn't just been an exciting and erotic experience. After he sent all the pics, told you all the stories, and you watched Morgan become one of Bill's slut (or his GREATEST slut), the whole thing drove you wild. You became obsessed for several months, and it became your primary pornography...the sex life of your obnoxious friend and YOUR girlfriend.
Going to graduate school helped. For one, you moved to an entirely different city. Two, most of the friends who knew you dated Morgan were gone from your life. Like you said, to the world, except for a few friends from home, and Morgan's two girlfriends, Morgan and Bill were the couple, and you never were.
Many may ask (online at least), when did it all start, and you would explain various sexual scenarios and things you had seen, or had been told (usually by Bill himself). You recalled the nights of secret "strip pool" between the two, secret "dates" you swore you saw them on, or even when they began to play the "game" right in front of you. It probably should have alerted you pretty quickly, when Bill would come up to Morgan's house, and she didn't bat an eyelash. She normally would insist he NEVER come. One day he insisted, and all but barged in, and soon he was creating his concoction of alcohol and weed to "knock" you out. One night a week of the game turned to two, then three, then every other night. At one point, Morgan was the one preparing the drinks. One night you awoke with a massive headache, hearing the music from the next room, your cock raging, trying to listen. You sipped your drink, wanting something to wet your mouth. You then drank Morgan's drink, which she had prepared, and you were shocked to see it was watered down. Like Goldilocks, you tried Bill's and it too was "too weak". It appeared Morgan had become just as eager to "get the game started" so to speak.
There were so many things you could point to. But as you fluffed the pillows of your couch, admittedly ready to be relegated to sleep on it, you thought of "The Night" as you called it. You rarely spoke of it, because of the affect it had on your life, mentally, physically, and emotionally. You laughed as you again realized you'd be sleeping on the couch, while Bill and Morgan slept in your bed. It made your cock twitch, and you yelled 'down boy' with a chuckle. That was in the past. But would they have sex? This made your dick move again, and you lightly slapped it.
You made dinner, after you were certain the house smelled and looked nice. Bill texted you they'd be in at noon. "They'd" be in at noon, the statement was so weird it still made you shake your head. You tried watching "Big Bang Theory", which you didn't like, but you wanted to get your mind on something else. There was something about the show that was too close to home, where a nerd got a smoking hot girl. Was Bill the nerd in your mind? Or were you back when you had her? You couldn't decide.
You decided to take a bath, a nice warm bath. As you got naked, you saw your erection, and you felt shame. This wasn't supposed to happen anymore. You weren't WITH Morgan. You weren't a "cuckold". You recalled how you learned that word, as you sank into the warm tub. It was cold out, very cold, so the bath was great. The week you learned that word wasn't "The Night", but it was their first kiss. Or sort of, but you didn't even count what you saw.
It was several weeks after Bill had fingered your girlfriend. Neither Bill nor Morgan had mentioned it. The image was still seared in your brain as the days went on. Even if Bill had been FAR too ***** to remember (which you fully believe he was), Morgan no doubt was sober enough to remember. Her face spoke volumes of how deep his fingers had gone. You had no doubt they went inside her. It angered you, but at the same time you found yourself engorged on a daily basis.
Weeks past, and you were both apprehensive and anxious to go out with both Morgan and Bill once again. Then it happened. Hillary, Morgan's friend, insisted you invite Bill, as he'd been dodging her all week. He came up with Bradley, and you all met at a club. It was not your scene, but Morgan and her friends wanted to dance.
Bill was ***** early, and dancing seductively with Hilalry. She was grinding her ass into his cock. You caught them outside making-out in the corner. Morgan commented about public "making out". She hated it. You made a comment to Morgan about not being sure why Hillary was so eager to get "fucked in the ass". Boy was that a mistake. It became clear, due to Melonie's low cut shirt, Bill was more interested in her and her boobs. Both Hillary and Melonie were dressed in nice outfits, and full make-up, even if they did look chunky. Morgan had on her turquoise top (she loved that color) and a pleated skirt with heeled sandals. It was a nice look actually, and a little more than she usually wore. You considered it a win.
Around midnight, you were at the bar chatting with Morgan and Bradley. Hillary looked *****, and was typing in her phone. "Where's Bill?" She asked, and you had no response. A few minutes later, you decided to smoke with Morgan and Hillary, and walked to the back deck. In a crowd of people, there was Bill making out rather obscenely with Melonie. The kind of kiss ***** kids do at parties or dances. With no regard for people around them, and tongues smacking back and forth. A blonde girl walked by with a wide gaze and a disbelieving smile. Hillary was livid, and walked past them. She took action and bumped Melonie's arm in an aggressive manner. It caused the two tongue fighters to stop their match. They went right back after Melonie gave her a "death stare".
Your girlfriend put her hand to her mouth and found it comical. She loved watching people make out at bars, and thought it was the biggest joke. It was so "inappropriate" and "childish". Bar kissing or bar "making out" was for "***** sluts", she'd say. She even would get behind the people and give you a thumbs up, asking you to take a pic, which you never did. In that moment, she gave you a wink, and went behind Melonie and Bill as they swapped spit, oblivious to the world. Melonie then stopped, "You have a problem?"
Morgan gave her a laughing look. "No, but maybe you shouldn't be making out at a bar!" She pointed over to Hillary, "especially when..."
Melonie came back with venom and cut her off. "MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS TWIG!" The statement was rough. It made Morgan's mouth go open, but she was still laughing. She walked away towards Hillary, and you swore you heard Melonie talking about how she had a flat ass.
You walked over to Morgan, and she was smoking, pretty angry, mostly about the "ass" comments. "Sorry I'm not fat," she grumbled. You were trying to talk with Hillary, and explain Bill was an asshole. Eventually you offered to buy Hillary a shot. You all walked past Melonie who was on her phone now. You met up with Bradley at the bar, and explained the story. Hillary said "just get me a drink". She wanted to use the "ladies" room, which meant Morgan would have to join.
About ten minutes past, and Hillary returned. Morgan was still in the bathroom. Another ten minutes, and you were worried. Melonie was clearly outside, and no Bill. The butterflies filled your stomach as your cock lurched up. Shit, why was this happening. You grabbed Morgan's drink, and left your party at the bar. The bathroom was behind as small piece of wall that came out onto the dancefloor. It prevented as view from the bar. When you turned the corner, your heart sank. In a pile of people, Bill had Morgan up against a wall. He was pleading with her to do something. You couldn't tell. She was shaking her head. His hands were at either side of her, preventing her movement. It was almost threatening, and you stepped forward. Bill held up a finger. He seemed to be saying "just 1" with his index finger.
Morgan was pointing back towards the bar. She was fully annoyed. He kept putting his finger up. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. However, you couldn't believe it when Morgan grabbed his collar, pulled him in and kissed his lips with hers. Their lips barely moved as they touched, but they smashed slightly. It was a mere moment, a peck, a nothing, and her face showed how annoyed she was. She didn't want it. Hadn't opened her mouth even. Still, You had a flood of emotions. Anger, annoyance, jealous, shame, fear, all of it. Who was it focused on though? Was it Bill for his aggression. Or Morgan, for simply giving in. The emotions were sending chemicals raging through your mind and body. Though red faced, angry, and jealous, your cock was rigid in your pants. You wanted to confront Bill. You moved to do so, finally. She pushed him and moved from the back wall through the crowd. Bill was smiling and nodding to no one.
Morgan walked over, and saw you, she grabbed a drink. You looked at Bill, about to move, when Morgan grabbed her drink. "THANK YOUUUU very much," she said in a jovial and sing songy manner. She didn't reference the "kiss" if it even could be considered that. You made your way back to the bar, and Hillary was going to leave. She cursed Melonie, and Morgan said "it's just Bill being an ass."
Still, Hillary was about to take off. Melonie finally came over and all but dragged Hillary and Morgan for a smoke. It took some time, but they all were laughing and pointing at you, Bill and Bradley. The three of you went over and Morgan laughed and said "beat it, we don't want any". She then gave Bill the finger, "and NO ONE is getting any," she shot you a glance to.
"We don't want no punks," Hillary laughed.
"NO SCRUBS!" Morgan added delighted at her quip. They began to sing the song. The three girls walked away laughing giving you and your buddies the finger, and began singing "Ladies night" by Missy Eliot, followed by a chorus of "All the single ladies" by Beyonce. It seemed odd, and apparently you were in the doghouse too.
They went to the bar and drank more shots, still occasionally looking over to you three and giving you the finger. "What did we do?" Bradley asked, and Bill just muttered "fuck those bitches". He had a smile, and offered to buy a shot at the smaller bar in the back. Which was amazing, as he rarely bought a round. It was odd, as the girls danced and danced, and didn't engage you guys at all. They'd occasionally look over and give you the finger. You and Bradley stood dumbfounded, but Bill was smiling and shrugging, as if he didn't give a shit. Morgan came over, and asked for your pack of smokes. "Enjoy NOTHING asshole," she turned to Bill and twirled away with pride. You stared at Bill, with his shit ass grin. Even to this day, as you sat in the tub, you understood the smile. Those three girls, who were insulting Bill, and proud to do so, were failing to realize he'd already gotten "something" off of each one, and yes, that included Morgan YOUR girlfriend. Bill had kissed all three of those girls tonight. He had the smile as if to say, "let them dance...I won." In a way, he had.
You were shocked to see Morgan had a lot of confidence later that night. She never once brought up the "peck" with Bill. You asked what Melonie and Hillary now thought of Bill. She chuckled, "it doesn't matter, he doesn't want either one." You asked her why she thought so. She looked at you. "He doesn't like fat girls. Trust me." She was looking at instagram on her phone. "He just uses them, its obvious," she added. She had an odd sense of pride in her.
You got to her place, and were truly horny. Morgan quickly changed to pajamas. She was tired, she told you. You wanted to stay up. She grabbed some of her less expensive lotion and set it on the table. She then lifted her sweatshirt showing you her pert little tits. "Here," she smiled, "let me get you started," she giggled and then went to bed. There was an odd sense of pride and accomplishment in her movements.
That night you had one of the oddest dreams of your life, as you passed out on the couch. It was a party, just like Bill's ****** party, Morgan in the same dress, moving through the crowd. Then you noticed college friends there. Then some high-school friends intermingled. From Bill's house, to the Frat house. You were looking for Morgan. Where was she. You caught Bill's brother's wife by the keg. Which was odd, when did she come to Frat parties. "Where is Morgan," you spoke as if in a cloud.
Bill's brother's wife smiled, "She went with Bill. They went for a smoke." You began to rush away, towards the woods, for some reason, knowing they'd be there. Bill's brother's wife called out, "they want to be alone," and you moved faster. The woods were the same you used to walk to school. An area where you'd drink, and take girls. You knew a clearing was coming and a playground. You could hear them. Clearly.
"I think you're hotter than them," Bill said.
"Really," Morgan said in a surprised and childish way. "Maybe its the legs," she said, and you came out the path and saw them on the swings. Morgan was in a very revealing shiny red bikini, the kind she'd never wear. Her legs crossed, and her feet covered in what looked like large stripper heels. She took a haul, leaving lipstick on the smoke, and handed it to Bill as she saw you coming. "Excuse me," she said in a strange ditzy voice. "What do you want?"
"Why are you out here with him?" You asked. It was something you hadn't really asked her in real life.
Morgan stood up, her perky tits bouncing in the bikini. She seemed a foot taller than you. She rubbed your shoulder. "It's fine," she pointed to Bill. "We're just making out, no big deal.
"WHAT?" You shouted, but you were moving towards the woods. Not walking but almost floating.
"Sorry," Morgan called sitting back down, "you weren't really invited!" You were floating into the woods, and you saw her looking at Bill. "I think you're like cool" she said in a ditzy voice, but it was like it was scripted speech. You watched as their lips met for a second, and then "poof" you were awake. You were breathing hard. You looked down to see how hard your cock was. It was dripping in your sweatpants.
Your mind returned to the present in your tub, looking at your erect cock. "Not tonight," you told yourself. "Not going there again." For days after that "peck" and the "dream" you couldn't get rid of your erection. Both images threatened to invade your masturbation fantasies. Soon, you tried jerking off to nothing. You got into reading "erotica" online, thinking it would help quell the creeping images of Bill and Morgan into your masturbatory life.
But, you sighed, in the tub, that wasn't "The Night". That would come several weeks later. It was a night you'd never forget. One that to this day, you swore was the beginning of your addiction. Drug addicts talk about their first "high" and how their entire life of drug use is to chase that initial experience. You now understood, after "The Night" as you will always call it.
You sat in the tub, looking over to the body lotion and shampoo. Should you just "get rid" of it, you thought, looking at your cock. Maybe you'd use "Morgs", you looked over to your linen closet outside the bathroom. Nah, not tonight. The images from "The Night" were already coming into your head, however, and you knew it meant you'd be "chasing that high". You sighed, and squirted a bit of Old Spice body lotion on your hand, thinking back once again.
It wasn't a particularly memorable night to begin with, other than the fact it was close to your birthday. Morgan had bought you a nice hotel downtown, and promised "your gift" was coming. You were eager to see what that meant. Two of your friends from college and Bill were up for you birthday, and you'd all been drinking heavily in the hotel room. Morgan had complained that she wanted a night with the two of you, but she didn't seem to put up much of a fight.. Morgan was getting ready, and put on some tight jeans, her nice black top, which made her tits giggle and bounce, and a pair of high-heeled black boots. She did her hair and make-up especially good, with dark eye-liner, and red lipstick. She looked utterly gorgeous.
Your buddies from college were talking girls from a sorority, and drinking on the other side of the room. Morgan walked over grabbed a beer, and a small vodka bottle. You thought she'd hand it to you, but she walked right by as you chatted. She then sat with Bill and handed him a beer. It was clear it was going to be another "Bill and Morgan" night, where she didn't engage your college buddies. The problem was, that after the last few months, you now only focused on them. The "fingering", the "peck", the "dream". It seemed every-time Bill was up, he got something off of your girlfriend. Even if minimal, she hadn't told you. Was it cheating? Many said no. She hadn't even enjoyed the "peck" and fought him off.
You heard Bill mention it was his birthday a few weeks ago. Morgan asked what he got, and Bill informed her "nothing but clothes".
Morgan went "Awwww", and patted his knee. Bill asked what she had gotten you, and Morgan said "you want to see?". She stood up, and walked over to the nightstand and pulled a bag from the drawer. She must not think you were listening, or looking. You became quite good at that. She had a dark black bag, and walked over. She opened it so Bill could see. He shot his eyes open, and looked Morgan over. He stated something about "wanting to see it on her". Morgan merely laughed and closed the bag.
The night went like the past few "Morgan and Bill nights" as you struggled to keep up with them, and make it look like you weren't. Tonight was different though. For starters, Bill and you both put up credit cards for the tab. This simple act, which had never occurred (thanks Bill), would change the course of your futures. Morgan seemed on your arm the whole night. She was extra affectionate. She eventually admitted Bill was being "overly" aggressive with her. You told him to cut it out. This wasn't the first time a "Bill and Morgan" night ended with him crossing the line. She said not to worry. At one point, you caught the tail end of a conversation on the smoking deck. Morgan was yelling, though still playfully about how she wasn't "giving HIM a gift". Bill made a comment about how she was the "hottest girl" at the bar. You swore Morgan blushed and pulled her hair back slightly. As the night went on, he kept hitting on her right in front of you, and commenting to her how she was the "hottest girl at the bar".
You kept with your college buddies and discussed sports, which sorority had hottest chicks, and who was brave enough to talk to girls that night. You were on the second floor "people watching" by the dance-floor. Part of you knew your buddies wouldn't talk to girls. They were full of it.
Bill was clearly getting *****. You started talking with him, and you said something, though you can't remember. It was something witty, and made him spit his beer out. He spit it right onto some burly guy, and his friends. This turned into a pushing match, and Bill threatened to "burn the place down" or something. It wasn't what was said that mattered. It is what happened next. The bouncers threatened to call the cops if you didn't all leave. Bill made another comment, followed by a commotion, that caused you and your college buddies to intervene.
As you got pushed and pushed back with your Frat brothers, you noticed out of the corner of your eye, that Morgan pulled Bill by the arm around the corner leading to the dance-floor. As you, the Frat brothers, and the melee of jocks were ushered out and down the steps, you saw Morgan and Bill in an embrace. They had their arms around one another. Morgan flipped her head back, and looked at the mess of people. She then pushed Bill's head down, until it looked like a couple making out. She was helping him. It wasn't terrible, but for some reason, the butterflies began, as you noticed, when shit hit the fan, she instinctively chose to help Bill.
You were pushed outside, and the brawl, or "pushing" wasn't over. The bouncer told you all the cops were called and sirens wailed. The other group you "fought" was taking off in the opposite direction as your group. Your frat brothers were already moving to the next bar, talking about how they'd "kick that guys ass". It was all talk. You grabbed you phone, only thinking of Morgan and Bill. You saw she texted you to wait outside. The sirens were wailing. You had to get your credit cards. You texted her to get them. She came back with "they won't let me do it. It has to be you or Bill." She then informed you Bill is "too *****" and going to get arrested. You urged her to get him out of there.
As you passed the back alley, you saw someone you went to high-school with walking down a flight of back stairs. You greeted him, and told your Frat brothers to meet you down the street a few blocks down at another bar. You chatted with the guy from your high-school, and he mentioned the "fight". You inquired about Bill, and the guy told you he was still inside dancing with "that hot girl he was with". This enraged you, and you pushed past him and he laughed and called to you, "good to see you".
You pushed past a group standing outside the bar, and found yourself back on the second floor where the dance-floor was. Right there, near the entrance to the bar area was Bill and Morgan. He had her in an embrace, and you were ready to lose it and confront them. Just then, Morgan pushed away and pointed to the bar. You couldn't see what she was saying, but she was mad. She seemed to be telling your ***** buddy to pay the tab.
Bill kept doing his ***** dance and trying to pull her in. You heard the sirens grow louder. The lights were outside now. The cops were going to come inside, and if they found Bill he'd be arrested. Maybe you should let it happen, you thought. Morgan pleaded with him now, seeing the sirens out the window.
As you sat in the tub, your mind recalled that day with perfect clarity. More like, recalled that moment. The moment you'd never forget. Your left hand squirted some Old Spice body wash onto your right hand. You moved the right hand to your hard cock.
You remembered every bit of that moment so clearly. On the dance-floor, Morgan managed to create distance. Bill looked at her and was saying something. You hesitated to move, and waited, not sure why to this day. You could have stopped what came next. He held up that one index finger as he had the last time. She shook her head and pointed to the bar. Sirens blared, and there was commotion downstairs. Bill kept his finger up with a ***** smile. Morgan sighed heavily and looked around. For some reason, she returned to looking at Bill and put up the same finger. Bill just nodded.
Morgan, same as the last time, pulled Bill by the collar, her lips crashing onto his. It was the same "peck", and it made your heart beat, and your palms sweat. A moment, but you saw her red lips touch his with force. She pulled back. Another kiss. Still closed lips. Just a peck. She then pleaded with him, but Bill was laughing and shaking his head. His tongue came out and he wagged it. He still had his finger up. Morgan was holding her hands up in defiance. What was he asking now? More sirens appeared outside. Some people looked out the window, but most still partied.
Whatever was going on, Bill was not budging from that spot, as he did more of his ***** dance with Morgan in his arms. She had an angry look, and appeared that she had "had it" with his antics. She was looking left and right frantically, then slowed her head movements. She sighed and looked down.
Nothing in your life, before of since, could possibly prepare you for what you saw. It happened so fast, but seemed like a lifetime that you repeat even years later. Morgan once again grabbed his collar as she lifted her head up and closed the gap between them. Their lips came together for a third time, but now, she opened her mouth, as did Bill. Her eyes closed, and so did his, as he pulled her closer. She let him do this, and their heads moved back and forth in opposite motions. This was not a "peck", you thought, and stood stone-cold. Your face was white and lost color, as you watched them truly and utterly make-out right there. Your heart was pounding as never before, and your entire body ached with different endorphins and chemicals. You sat there analyzing their obscene kiss. Maybe no tongue, you prayed. But when you saw Morgan's head move to the side her tongue was pushing clearly and openly against his. This was far worse than anything you'd seen with Hillary or Melonie. This was down-rightt sucking face in public. Something Morgan once admonished and made fun of.
Your asshole friend and your girlfriend were making out, and this was cheating, there was no denying this. Morgan was more than a willing participant, as she was pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. It hurt your very core, but made your cock harder than you'd ever imagined it could be. It began to spray in your pants, and your face went from white to red.
You began to count, still stuck like a stone. Ten seconds turned to twenty. Twenty to thirty. Morgan's hands remained on his collar and at her side. Bill's hands groped her back. You took it all in. It was like another dimension and you were watching another girl. So much so, that a blonde came up and nudged Morgan. It almost reminded you of the same scenario with Melonie. Was that the same blonde? Could it be? Was this some odd fate? The kiss stopped, and Morgan shot the girl a death stare. You could see her mouth the words "WHAT?". She seemed pissed the girl broke the kiss up. She was staring the girl down, even as her lips went back to Bill's. Was this now a second kiss? They began literally swapping spit before your eyes. Ten seconds became a lifetime, and twenty was an eternity. Why couldn't you move?
The betrayal stung, but the jealousy, the anger, the confusion, and the fascination all mixed into an intense experience as you watched your girl make out with your asshole friend. You watched Bill's right hand snake down the back of her jeans, disappear into her tight jeans, and his fist clenched around a cheek. You watched her hand move up to hold his waist, as their faces sucked on one another for over two minutes now. This was by far longer than most bar make-out sessions. There was an urgency to it, a need. Bill's left hand went up and cupped her right breast covered by her blouse. This was it, he had gone to far apparently, as Morgan pushed his hand down. She pulled back and pointed to the bar. She was insisting he "go now" or so you thought from the way her mouth moved. Bill smiled, and pulled her in again, their lips locked once more, tongues coming out, but only briefly as Morgan pushed him back. "GO" she mouthed.
Bill did as told, and closed the tab. Morgan was texting. Your phone buzzed. She asked where you were and said she FINALLY got him to leave. You checked your phone. It hadn't been more than seven minutes from when you left the bar. Could it all be that fast? It seemed like the world had ended in a way. In only seven minutes.
You were so angry, but were unsure how to proceed. All you did was follow them, as Morgan walked with Bill down the stairs and out the bar. You got caught in a crowd trying to follow out the bar. When you managed to exit, they were up the street. It seemed so odd after what had just occurred. They were chatting as if nothing had just happened. Bill attempted to put his arm around her and she pushed him back. She wagged her finger at him and shook her head. You followed as they smoked, and chatted and laughed. Bill made another attempt and was again stopped quickly. Good, you guessed, with some anger as she had already let so much go.
You watched them enter the bar where you Frat brothers were at. A minute later you went in. Morgan and Bill were at the bar, your Frat brothers pointing to the TV back turned to Bill. She saw you and jumped to her feet. She was smiling, and you were stoic. She asked where you went, as she had been told you never arrived. You lied and said you got a sausage from the "Sausage Guy". She joked about how you were an "asshole" since she loves the "Sausage Guy".
You were mostly silent, as Morgan chatted, now including your frat brothers. The evidence of the betrayal was on their faces. Morgan's lipstick was gone, and some was on Bill's face. It wasn't noticeable unless you looked. Boy, did you LOOK. Later, you'd have a smoke with Bill, and see your girlfriend's lipstick appear on his smoke. Neither said a word.
At one point, when your Frat brother asked what Bill did for his birthday, Bill said he "got what he wanted". It made you angry, and hard at the same time. You couldn't explain a thing. Your Frat brother asked what he meant, and Bill added how he "made out with the hottest girl at the bar."
You looked to Morgan, who didn't know you were watching, her eyes shot open, she choked a little, but smiled. When pushed by your buddies, about how they hadn't seen him talk to a girl, Morgan came to his aid.
"He did," Morgan said, "I saw it. Hottest girl. When you guys left." She held out her fist. "Respect Bill." They fist bumped jokingly. You asked her what the girl looked like, and Morgan assured you she was hot. That Bill "got his gift". It was quick, but she assured you all it happened.
Everything became a daze, as you drank many shots. Bill left, with a smile. Morgan had a pep in her step, and a pride in her walk. Your frat bros went off to another bar. You got back to the hotel, and Morgan went with the black bag into the bathroom. She came out with a black teddy, with pink lining and ties at the sides of the panties. Your "gift" she joked, and tried to seductively walk over, but it came off as goofy. She came over and tried to kiss you, with those lips. The lips that were devoid of lipstick now. You turned your head, but the image of her kissing Bill was still there. It hadn't left. It wouldn't. She kissed your ear "don't I look hot?" She asked. You felt her hands reach into your pants, and unzip your fly. She grabbed your hard cock. It didn't take long, and you came hard before she had it out of your boxers. It was too much tension built up, and it all came out. She smiled down at you. "Guess I do!" She continued to jerk you off through your orgasm, "happy birthday hon," she said as the image of her kissing Bill played out in your mind.
You began to crank your cock hard in the tub. Remembering how confused your were. For days you didn't understand. All your thought about was that "kiss" and that night. You found yourself on an interesting forum, meeting a man named Robbie. You told him your story. He explained it all. You were a "cuckold". It wasn't uncommon, and it wasn't that weird. There was science to the whole thing. Bill was an "alpha" in your group, and Morgan was the most attractive female. "Watch any nature show", he told you, "and its a matter of time before the alpha fucks the top female in the group. Its nature." This didn't make you feel any better, and you wondered why you got so hard. Robbie explained its because "beta" males, which he called you, "want to mate the hottest female, but you can't" he continued your lesson, "so you're body goes into overdrive and gets you hard so you can put YOUR seed in the female, despite the fact you don't have a shot." It stung to hear, as he spoke of YOUR girlfriend as someone you had no chance with. He told you to simply "help the alpha, and enjoy the beta ride".
To be honest, a part of you had helped the "alpha" fuck the hottest girl. You had put her up on a platter for him, and constantly left them alone. You never confronted them. In fact, you enjoyed the "beta" ride, just as Robbie told you. The whole road to losing her. In fact, you had constantly watched them fuck like animals, thanks to Bill.
But it never got back to your initial fix. Your first "high". The night you watched them "make-out". You jerked harder in the tub, thinking of their tongues dancing, and trails of spit touching. The ultimate erotic betrayal, you thought, blasting a load high in the air and down into the tub water. You sighed. Just one "hit" you laughed to yourself. No more. You went o bed and slept soundly. Eager to wake.
Morning came, and you still had much to do. You knew they'd be getting here around noon. You put a key under the mat and told Bill to help himself to whatever he wanted. You stocked up on beer, Vodka and tonic. You bought Morgan her favorite fruits, veggies, cottage cheese, and the stuff you knew she liked. Would that be weird? How could it not? How could any of this not be weird? Yet, they seemed fine with it. It was even THEIR idea.
Besides, you had Haley now. She was a young college student, who didn't have the best body or face, but she had nice boobs. First time you ever dated a girl with nice boobs. Yes, she was fat, but that was fine to you. It was actually the only ass you had in the past year and a half. You had made Morgan and Bill's sex life your own. That thought made you nervous, and your heart beat. Fuck, you thought, MORGAN AND BILL are coming. Had they become celebrities to you, why were you so scared and nervous. They had, in fact, been your pornstars. But you were over that right?
Just then, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Bill. “Be there in a few hours, getting on train. Getting beers first.” Another text came through. Your eyes went wide, and your heart pounded as a picture of Morgan's tight ass, in black yoga pants came into your view. She was bending over a bar. Bill added. “Got to look at this ass for a few hours and can't fuck it. FML!” So much was said in that one sentence that to Bill was a joke. For one, Bill had fucked her ass. Many times. In fact, you'd been there when she bragged about having anal sex and not being an Anal Virgin, or AV as her friends joked. She thought of herself as a pro, and even gave lessons to some friends about how to do it with less pain. You remembered that night out at the bar, long ago, when she was still with you, how she had told Bill he “lost her at anal.” That she didn't do anal. Looks like she wasn't living up to those words.
You stared at Morgan's ass for some time. Had it gotten bigger? Surely it had, but not in a fat or even squishy way. It was toned and hard, so were her lovely legs. You knew they did “cross-fit” and you saw the results. Morgan had a booty, a hard booty. In between her legs was that perfect “gap” that women strive to achieve too. Your cock was growing in your slacks.
You wanted to sound cool and unaffected by the whole weirdness of them coming up. They could handle it, why couldn't you. “If I were you, I'd get her to blow me in the bathroom before the train.” You texted him, hoping you weren't being obnoxious, just like Bill used to be.
He texted you back. “I'VE TRIED DUDE! TRUST ME!” The image of Morgan blowing him in the bathroom came to your head, and you got even harder now. You knew she'd done it before, as Bill told you. So much for Morgan saying “she's not some slut who will get on her knees”. More words that Morgan wasn't living up to.
You stated at Morgan's ass, and debated if there was time to masturbate before work. You yelled at yourself for even thinking about it. Not again, don't get pulled into this again, you told yourself, like some heroin addict presented with a needle.
You went to work, stiff as a board, trying to tuck your small cock up your pants in the belt-line. Work was tough, and you couldn't concentrate. You kept peeking at the pic of Morgan's ass. You're an addict, you told yourself. You just want to see it fucked, and not even fuck it yourself. Was that true? It had been in the past, you realized.
Around 10AM you decided it was time to go home. Maybe run, go to bar, have some drinks and wait for them. No bar was open, and you hesitated to tell Bill you'd be home when they arrived. You then decided against telling Haley you were going to leave work early. Why did you not want to see her today?
As you drove home your heart began to beat faster, as the minutes ticked by. You found that you were eager, and excited to see them. Not just to see them, but to see so much more. You sat on the couch rocking as you drank Vodka straight from the bottle. You truly were an addict, you thought as minutes ticked away, and your cock grew harder. What would they do in your house? Would they have anal? As someone who still hadn't had anal sex, it fascinated you. Especially with someone like Morgan, who initially hated the act.
1130AM rolled around, and you sighed. It was time to hide. You walked to the large two door closet in the hall that gave you a view of the living room, bathroom, bedroom, and den, but not the kitchen. You opened it slightly to see in the left corner, next to the shelves was a space for clothes and jackets, and other things to be stored and hung up. You entered the closet. Your an addict, your told yourself, just like old times. Part of you wanted to leave, part of you wanted to cry, but a larger part was immensely aroused and excited and waiting. You kept going outside the closet to look in through the small crack you created by opening the left door. You were sure your couldn't see the brooms back there, so how could you be seen. Even is they opened the doors, they'd have to open the left one, as the right one opened to the shelves of towels and toiletries.
You were about to check to see if you could be seen for the tenth time, when you heard the door move, and a key open the door. Your heart was racing now, even though you were pretty *****. You had the bottle of Vodka in your hand. You heard Morgan's voice for the first time in months, that low, sultry voice she had. Sexy as all hell, and worse when she smokes. She must have smoked on the way here. “THAT'S A CREAMPIE!” She said in a shocked tone.
“Haha. Yup,” You heard Bill's voice, booming as usual, with a twinge of a ***** slur.
“You let that guy talk to me like that?” She asked, and you heard her luggage roll on the floor. You then caught a glimpse of her, her dark hair straight down and under a gray winter hat, in a puffy North-face coat, with moderate make-up. She had on those goddamn tight yoga pants that made you breathe heavy. God she was hot. Even her Ugg boots were cute. You saw her face had cleared from zits even. She put her luggage next to the couch, and unzipped her puffy black coat. She tossed it onto the couch, and you saw her tight white top that ******* her midriff, which looked flat, and toned. The shirt was so tight you could see those perky tits, and perfect nipples, erect as always. The perfect round little nipples always poking through whatever she wore, as if they were either eternally cold or aroused. She put her purse on her luggage, pulled out her phone and checked it. As she stood there you took in that pert, toned ass of hers in those black yoga pants. Your hard cock was pushing against your slacks.
As if on cue, Bill came into view, no different than ever, as he wore a Carhart jacket, black sweater, and jeans and white sneakers. He threw his bags down and grabbed her ass in one motion.
“He just wanted to fuck you,” Bill said smelling her hair from behind. “Everyone does.” He made her jump a little. “Damn babe. That ass in those pants.”
Morgan laughed, and elbowed him. "You literally woke up to a blowjob mister," looked around the room. "Plus I made sure you got pussy like FIVE minutes before we left," she thumbed through her phone trying to look disinterested as she always did. She then wiggled her ass slightly. “I always said, if you wanted to see me in yoga pants, just buy them for me.” You again remembered that drunken night from years ago now. Looks like Bill lived up to those words about yoga pants.
Bill huffed. “Cost me like $150 for those things.”
Morgan leaned forward and put her hands on your coffee table. She swayed her ass seductively. In the past, she her attempts at seduction, especially with her ass, always came off as goofy, and she'd joke about it. The way her ass now swayed, this was no joke. Confident, calculated, and highly erotic as it moved, that pert ass almost begged to be fucked. You wanted to yell out DAMMMNNN! Morgan spoke before you blurted something out from the closet, "Worth it though?”
Bill did his ***** dance behind her. “Jesus you got me going nuts!”
“He said he's not back until 5 right?” Morgan asked. Bill told her it would probably be later. Your eyes opened wide, and you gasped slightly, as Morgan pulled her yoga pants down, ******** that very fit, very firm, and somewhat now muscularly large ass. It was amazing, and you took it all in, seeing her recognizable black Calvin Klein workout panties on that ass. You had sniffed those so long ago. “You need to get some poison out Bill.” She apparently was definitely living up to the “milking” him comments, as she pulled the panties down until everything was below her knees. She bent over the coffee table using her hands as leverage.
You gazed upon that pussy. How different it looked now, her folds coming out, as they never did before, was the color darker? It was still magnificent to view, and the scent, you swear filled the room. She was glistening with her own juices, her inner thighs wet and slick and shiny. Your cock now twitched in its pants.
“You're wet as fuck babe,” Bill said, rubbing his hands over her pussy from behind. It caused her to lurch forward slightly. He began undoing his pants.
“You were fingering me the WHOLE ride up!” She chastised him
Bill pulled his pants down, and then his boxers. His erect cock boinked up and down into view. You felt shame, as it was several inches bigger than yours. Not too many inches you told yourself, maybe two or three. You had a four inch cock, his wasn't THAT much bigger, you debated. “I just love this pussy!” Bill said moving towards her with his cock. Morgan had been right so long ago, as it appeared Bill was a bit of an addict himself. You watched as he pushed his cock down. His dick hit her folds, and his tip slipped in with ease. Your pornstars were back, and at it quickly, you laughed, rubbing your crotch as you watched the one thing you craved for weeks, but didn't want to admit. This was your asshole friend fucking your ex, right in your living room, and you loved every second.
Bill pushed several inches in and then pulled out and pushed the cock back, causing Morgan to moan softly. “Uhh...” it was cute and sexy and slutty all at once. Your ***** ass of a friend then pushed his whole length inside your ex-girlfriend, and began a slow building pace. His hands were on her hips, and then he reached for her hair, still covered in the hat. He pulled her hair, causing her to move back onto his cock. “Uhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned even louder now. Bill's other hand grabbed her left ass-cheek, and hard. It began to turn red, and he started pounding her pussy.
“Uh...uh....uhhhh....uhh....” Morgan kept moaning, as the rhythm picked up. You were now rubbing your crotch trying to keep the pace. Morgan's head flew back, and her Ugg boots lifted until she was on her toes, her heels in the air, her hands curled on the table making a scraping sound. “Ohhh....fuckkkkk....ugghhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn.” She cried out, with closed eyes. You watched as Bill's cock began to shine with her juices, and from the sloshing and slopping noise, you guessed she had literally just cum. To confirm this, Bill's cock began to drip as he pounded, right onto your rug. You knew when she came, not from sex with her, but from how much you'd watch her fuck Bill.
You laughed to yourself, thinking these two loved “doggy”, as they once said in unison. They had that in common.
Your buddy was too close for comfort apparently, as were you. Bill cried out. “I'm gonna cum babe.”
“Not inside asshole,” Morgan jumped forward, and pulled herself off his cock. “You didn't get condoms.”
Bill grunted from his dick no longer being inside her. “What the fuck babe.” You couldn't blame him. It looked rather wonderful.
Morgan twisted around quickly, “No creampies dumb-ass!” She quickly grabbed his cock, within about five seconds of it leaving her pussy. She began to jerk it. She did an odd twisting with her hand, you'd never seen as she jerked his cock. She stood up, and moved to his side. “Sit down so you can enjoy it better!” Ever the provider, you laughed.
Bill sat on the end of the coffee table, and Morgan got to her knees. You once again took a point off of Morgan's past words, she sure did get on her knees a lot. But Bill DID buy her the yoga pants, which IS one of the things that she said would KIND of get her on her knees. You were having an internal debate about Morgan's past hangups and words.
You watched in amazement, as she hadn't stopped jerking his cock with her hand for a second. She was on her knees in less than a minute from sex. She was quick. She bent her head down and took his tip into her mouth. Bill grunted. You knew since this was a “close to cumming” blowjob, that Morgan wasn't going to play around, she wasn't going to give one of those long “birthday blowjobs” or one where she blew Bill for an entire movie at the theater. You knew these two enough to know she was going to suck it right out of him as quickly as she could.
Morgan did exactly that as she began a quick speed, and her mouth moved halfway down his cock, her hand twisting and spinning following below her mouth as it moved. A sopping smacking noise began to fill the room, and you knew that meant she was really using her tongue now. Not that you remembered it from your time with her, as she only gave you three blowjobs in your entire time together (two-and a a half according to her. That ten second one didn't count apparently). You knew it, because you'd seen it before, and Bill described the experience in full detail. He said she uses it with a strong “suck” that's tough to experience and not “lose your shit”. As he gripped the sides of the coffee table, and his face began to contort into a strained look, you realized that Morgan was right, she did give a “painful” blowjob.
“Fuuuuuck,” Bill grunted, and his head shot back mouth agape. Morgan pulled her head up quickly, and you saw a trail of cum connect her open mouth to his cock. That's when Bill's first shot came out, and hit her on the left side of her forehead. She kept her head close to his cock and licked the shaft, still jerking him hard and fast at the base. A ropy stretch of white gooey cum flung down from the forehead and across her nose to her right cheek. He arched up, and a second thin shot hit to the left of the first, mimicking that first spurt, and cutting across her nose lower than the first, and stopping right past the right side of her nose. A third shot completed what looked like a slash, as it hit above her left eye, which she kept open, and slung down across her nose. It reminded you of a claw mark, and made you laugh. The look on his face was a mixture of pain and intense pleasure the likes of which you wondered about. How good must it have felt? How intense was it truly? You thought that was it, but his cock erupted a massive load, the main shot, right into her right eye, utterly covering it, making it look like a thick white eye-patch. She was able to close the eye, and hand on, as another shot hit the right cheek ruining the “slash” marks. Bills cock began to bubble and erupt smaller amounts which coated her upper lip as she kissed a bubble of cum from his tip.
“Damn that was good babe,” Bill said catching his breath. Morgan sucked his tip in momentarily, and her throat moved, signaling she was drinking the last drops. She finally let go of his cock and stood up, pulling up her pants. Your own cock wasn't done. You hadn't achieved orgasm. You stood transfixed, unmoving.
“Better dickhead?” She asked. You thought about her words long ago. She must trust Bill REALLY a lot. Also, she sure was good at milking the guy, you laughed in your head.
Bill wiped beads of sweat from his brow. It looked like he had been in a fight or run a mile. You wondered what that experience was like. Haley sucked at blowjobs. Bill walked out of view pants down, and you heard your fridge open. He came back, still pants down, and dropped onto your soft couch. You saw his head sink into the cushions. Morgan fixed her yoga pants and walked into the kitchen. She came out with a bottled water, the specific kind she loved, that you had stocked up on. She sipped it, and wiped cum from both her eyes. She began licking her fingers clean of the thick cum with a smile.
“Snnnnaaaacchhhkkk,” a noise came from Bill on the couch. Was he snoring. Morgan walked over and laughed. She looked down at him. You could see his crotch, his limp dick still dripping with cum. Morgan got back on her hands and knees began licking his cock. She is legit cleaning his cock with her mouth, you thought amazed. She stood up, content with her work and walked over to the closet.
Your heart began to beat. You could still see gobs of cum on her cheeks, lips and forehead. You were sure you'd be caught cock handed so to speak. But she merely opened the right door, and grab a towel, which she used to wipe her face clear of all the cum. Morgan looked at the shelves trying to find something. She then walked back to her purse, which was atop her luggage and pulled out her phone. She was texting someone. Your phone, thankfully on vibrate moved in your pants. Did you dare check it. Morgan went into the kitchen out of view and you grabbed your phone. Morgan was asking if your had towels for the pool in your building. You answered yes, and knew you'd have to tell her they were above the bathroom towel in the very closet you were in. You moved further back pushing against the back wall.
She came back into view, picked up her phone which had just buzzed and walked back to the closet. She reached up and grabbed the beach towels. Something then crashed to the floor. You looked down at her feet. It was your fucking pocket pussy. The flesh-light you had bought when you weren't getting laid. You had forgotten it was up there.
“Oh wow,” Morgan said. She then laughed. “Ohhhhkkkkk.” She turned to Bill. “Hey I thought you said he had a girlfriend?”
Bill woke up with a start, snorting. “He does, or says it at least.”
Morgan kicked your fleshlight. “I uhh.....think I just found her!”
Morgan had found "Morgs".
You began to fix your apartment, cleaning as much as you could the night before Friday. Your weekend guests would be coming tomorrow afternoon. The surreal nature of it all was not lost on you. Sure, you had friends come up to visit often, and many with their girlfriends, fiancees and significant others. This was different. For the first time Bill of all people was coming up to visit, for the first time since you moved. He was bringing his girlfriend, an extremely attractive young girl. One who many men fancied and would love a shot at. She was by far the most beautiful girl your crew, from high-school or college had ever hung out with. You gulped down nervously thinking about her. Why did his girlfriend always make you feel so nervous. You knew her after all, and knew her well. Her name...well...Morgan. Or “Hottie Morgan” or “Hot Morgan” or “Smoke-show Morgan” or “Straight boner Morgan”. You couldn't keep up with the names guys from your hometown made up regarding Morgan. Your asshole friend was literally going to bring your ex-girlfriend, whom he stole, for the the weekend. Sure, it seems odd, but time had past, and in all honesty, only a handful of people remembered you even dated Morgan. To anyone that knew all three of you, she was just "Bill's hot girlfriend Morgan."
You kept saying it in your mind over and over as the hours pressed on. "Bill and his hot girlfriend Morgan were coming up." It made your heart leap with anxiety and excitement. MORGAN AND BILLl were coming up to visit. As a couple. It was still nuts to say, and hear, and read about online. It had been over a year and a half now since Bill and Morgan had officially started dating after she cheated on you with him. The anger, the embarrassment, the pain was mostly gone now. In fact, you weren't sure if was every really there. Watching her fall to him, and watching them fuck, or even make out was intensely erotic to you. There was something arousing about watching that asshole Bill working on his "trophy girl" for years until he broke her. That girl simply happened to be YOUR ex-girlfriend.
In all honesty, it hadn't just been an exciting and erotic experience. After he sent all the pics, told you all the stories, and you watched Morgan become one of Bill's slut (or his GREATEST slut), the whole thing drove you wild. You became obsessed for several months, and it became your primary pornography...the sex life of your obnoxious friend and YOUR girlfriend.
Going to graduate school helped. For one, you moved to an entirely different city. Two, most of the friends who knew you dated Morgan were gone from your life. Like you said, to the world, except for a few friends from home, and Morgan's two girlfriends, Morgan and Bill were the couple, and you never were.
Many may ask (online at least), when did it all start, and you would explain various sexual scenarios and things you had seen, or had been told (usually by Bill himself). You recalled the nights of secret "strip pool" between the two, secret "dates" you swore you saw them on, or even when they began to play the "game" right in front of you. It probably should have alerted you pretty quickly, when Bill would come up to Morgan's house, and she didn't bat an eyelash. She normally would insist he NEVER come. One day he insisted, and all but barged in, and soon he was creating his concoction of alcohol and weed to "knock" you out. One night a week of the game turned to two, then three, then every other night. At one point, Morgan was the one preparing the drinks. One night you awoke with a massive headache, hearing the music from the next room, your cock raging, trying to listen. You sipped your drink, wanting something to wet your mouth. You then drank Morgan's drink, which she had prepared, and you were shocked to see it was watered down. Like Goldilocks, you tried Bill's and it too was "too weak". It appeared Morgan had become just as eager to "get the game started" so to speak.
There were so many things you could point to. But as you fluffed the pillows of your couch, admittedly ready to be relegated to sleep on it, you thought of "The Night" as you called it. You rarely spoke of it, because of the affect it had on your life, mentally, physically, and emotionally. You laughed as you again realized you'd be sleeping on the couch, while Bill and Morgan slept in your bed. It made your cock twitch, and you yelled 'down boy' with a chuckle. That was in the past. But would they have sex? This made your dick move again, and you lightly slapped it.
You made dinner, after you were certain the house smelled and looked nice. Bill texted you they'd be in at noon. "They'd" be in at noon, the statement was so weird it still made you shake your head. You tried watching "Big Bang Theory", which you didn't like, but you wanted to get your mind on something else. There was something about the show that was too close to home, where a nerd got a smoking hot girl. Was Bill the nerd in your mind? Or were you back when you had her? You couldn't decide.
You decided to take a bath, a nice warm bath. As you got naked, you saw your erection, and you felt shame. This wasn't supposed to happen anymore. You weren't WITH Morgan. You weren't a "cuckold". You recalled how you learned that word, as you sank into the warm tub. It was cold out, very cold, so the bath was great. The week you learned that word wasn't "The Night", but it was their first kiss. Or sort of, but you didn't even count what you saw.
It was several weeks after Bill had fingered your girlfriend. Neither Bill nor Morgan had mentioned it. The image was still seared in your brain as the days went on. Even if Bill had been FAR too ***** to remember (which you fully believe he was), Morgan no doubt was sober enough to remember. Her face spoke volumes of how deep his fingers had gone. You had no doubt they went inside her. It angered you, but at the same time you found yourself engorged on a daily basis.
Weeks past, and you were both apprehensive and anxious to go out with both Morgan and Bill once again. Then it happened. Hillary, Morgan's friend, insisted you invite Bill, as he'd been dodging her all week. He came up with Bradley, and you all met at a club. It was not your scene, but Morgan and her friends wanted to dance.
Bill was ***** early, and dancing seductively with Hilalry. She was grinding her ass into his cock. You caught them outside making-out in the corner. Morgan commented about public "making out". She hated it. You made a comment to Morgan about not being sure why Hillary was so eager to get "fucked in the ass". Boy was that a mistake. It became clear, due to Melonie's low cut shirt, Bill was more interested in her and her boobs. Both Hillary and Melonie were dressed in nice outfits, and full make-up, even if they did look chunky. Morgan had on her turquoise top (she loved that color) and a pleated skirt with heeled sandals. It was a nice look actually, and a little more than she usually wore. You considered it a win.
Around midnight, you were at the bar chatting with Morgan and Bradley. Hillary looked *****, and was typing in her phone. "Where's Bill?" She asked, and you had no response. A few minutes later, you decided to smoke with Morgan and Hillary, and walked to the back deck. In a crowd of people, there was Bill making out rather obscenely with Melonie. The kind of kiss ***** kids do at parties or dances. With no regard for people around them, and tongues smacking back and forth. A blonde girl walked by with a wide gaze and a disbelieving smile. Hillary was livid, and walked past them. She took action and bumped Melonie's arm in an aggressive manner. It caused the two tongue fighters to stop their match. They went right back after Melonie gave her a "death stare".
Your girlfriend put her hand to her mouth and found it comical. She loved watching people make out at bars, and thought it was the biggest joke. It was so "inappropriate" and "childish". Bar kissing or bar "making out" was for "***** sluts", she'd say. She even would get behind the people and give you a thumbs up, asking you to take a pic, which you never did. In that moment, she gave you a wink, and went behind Melonie and Bill as they swapped spit, oblivious to the world. Melonie then stopped, "You have a problem?"
Morgan gave her a laughing look. "No, but maybe you shouldn't be making out at a bar!" She pointed over to Hillary, "especially when..."
Melonie came back with venom and cut her off. "MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS TWIG!" The statement was rough. It made Morgan's mouth go open, but she was still laughing. She walked away towards Hillary, and you swore you heard Melonie talking about how she had a flat ass.
You walked over to Morgan, and she was smoking, pretty angry, mostly about the "ass" comments. "Sorry I'm not fat," she grumbled. You were trying to talk with Hillary, and explain Bill was an asshole. Eventually you offered to buy Hillary a shot. You all walked past Melonie who was on her phone now. You met up with Bradley at the bar, and explained the story. Hillary said "just get me a drink". She wanted to use the "ladies" room, which meant Morgan would have to join.
About ten minutes past, and Hillary returned. Morgan was still in the bathroom. Another ten minutes, and you were worried. Melonie was clearly outside, and no Bill. The butterflies filled your stomach as your cock lurched up. Shit, why was this happening. You grabbed Morgan's drink, and left your party at the bar. The bathroom was behind as small piece of wall that came out onto the dancefloor. It prevented as view from the bar. When you turned the corner, your heart sank. In a pile of people, Bill had Morgan up against a wall. He was pleading with her to do something. You couldn't tell. She was shaking her head. His hands were at either side of her, preventing her movement. It was almost threatening, and you stepped forward. Bill held up a finger. He seemed to be saying "just 1" with his index finger.
Morgan was pointing back towards the bar. She was fully annoyed. He kept putting his finger up. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. However, you couldn't believe it when Morgan grabbed his collar, pulled him in and kissed his lips with hers. Their lips barely moved as they touched, but they smashed slightly. It was a mere moment, a peck, a nothing, and her face showed how annoyed she was. She didn't want it. Hadn't opened her mouth even. Still, You had a flood of emotions. Anger, annoyance, jealous, shame, fear, all of it. Who was it focused on though? Was it Bill for his aggression. Or Morgan, for simply giving in. The emotions were sending chemicals raging through your mind and body. Though red faced, angry, and jealous, your cock was rigid in your pants. You wanted to confront Bill. You moved to do so, finally. She pushed him and moved from the back wall through the crowd. Bill was smiling and nodding to no one.
Morgan walked over, and saw you, she grabbed a drink. You looked at Bill, about to move, when Morgan grabbed her drink. "THANK YOUUUU very much," she said in a jovial and sing songy manner. She didn't reference the "kiss" if it even could be considered that. You made your way back to the bar, and Hillary was going to leave. She cursed Melonie, and Morgan said "it's just Bill being an ass."
Still, Hillary was about to take off. Melonie finally came over and all but dragged Hillary and Morgan for a smoke. It took some time, but they all were laughing and pointing at you, Bill and Bradley. The three of you went over and Morgan laughed and said "beat it, we don't want any". She then gave Bill the finger, "and NO ONE is getting any," she shot you a glance to.
"We don't want no punks," Hillary laughed.
"NO SCRUBS!" Morgan added delighted at her quip. They began to sing the song. The three girls walked away laughing giving you and your buddies the finger, and began singing "Ladies night" by Missy Eliot, followed by a chorus of "All the single ladies" by Beyonce. It seemed odd, and apparently you were in the doghouse too.
They went to the bar and drank more shots, still occasionally looking over to you three and giving you the finger. "What did we do?" Bradley asked, and Bill just muttered "fuck those bitches". He had a smile, and offered to buy a shot at the smaller bar in the back. Which was amazing, as he rarely bought a round. It was odd, as the girls danced and danced, and didn't engage you guys at all. They'd occasionally look over and give you the finger. You and Bradley stood dumbfounded, but Bill was smiling and shrugging, as if he didn't give a shit. Morgan came over, and asked for your pack of smokes. "Enjoy NOTHING asshole," she turned to Bill and twirled away with pride. You stared at Bill, with his shit ass grin. Even to this day, as you sat in the tub, you understood the smile. Those three girls, who were insulting Bill, and proud to do so, were failing to realize he'd already gotten "something" off of each one, and yes, that included Morgan YOUR girlfriend. Bill had kissed all three of those girls tonight. He had the smile as if to say, "let them dance...I won." In a way, he had.
You were shocked to see Morgan had a lot of confidence later that night. She never once brought up the "peck" with Bill. You asked what Melonie and Hillary now thought of Bill. She chuckled, "it doesn't matter, he doesn't want either one." You asked her why she thought so. She looked at you. "He doesn't like fat girls. Trust me." She was looking at instagram on her phone. "He just uses them, its obvious," she added. She had an odd sense of pride in her.
You got to her place, and were truly horny. Morgan quickly changed to pajamas. She was tired, she told you. You wanted to stay up. She grabbed some of her less expensive lotion and set it on the table. She then lifted her sweatshirt showing you her pert little tits. "Here," she smiled, "let me get you started," she giggled and then went to bed. There was an odd sense of pride and accomplishment in her movements.
That night you had one of the oddest dreams of your life, as you passed out on the couch. It was a party, just like Bill's ****** party, Morgan in the same dress, moving through the crowd. Then you noticed college friends there. Then some high-school friends intermingled. From Bill's house, to the Frat house. You were looking for Morgan. Where was she. You caught Bill's brother's wife by the keg. Which was odd, when did she come to Frat parties. "Where is Morgan," you spoke as if in a cloud.
Bill's brother's wife smiled, "She went with Bill. They went for a smoke." You began to rush away, towards the woods, for some reason, knowing they'd be there. Bill's brother's wife called out, "they want to be alone," and you moved faster. The woods were the same you used to walk to school. An area where you'd drink, and take girls. You knew a clearing was coming and a playground. You could hear them. Clearly.
"I think you're hotter than them," Bill said.
"Really," Morgan said in a surprised and childish way. "Maybe its the legs," she said, and you came out the path and saw them on the swings. Morgan was in a very revealing shiny red bikini, the kind she'd never wear. Her legs crossed, and her feet covered in what looked like large stripper heels. She took a haul, leaving lipstick on the smoke, and handed it to Bill as she saw you coming. "Excuse me," she said in a strange ditzy voice. "What do you want?"
"Why are you out here with him?" You asked. It was something you hadn't really asked her in real life.
Morgan stood up, her perky tits bouncing in the bikini. She seemed a foot taller than you. She rubbed your shoulder. "It's fine," she pointed to Bill. "We're just making out, no big deal.
"WHAT?" You shouted, but you were moving towards the woods. Not walking but almost floating.
"Sorry," Morgan called sitting back down, "you weren't really invited!" You were floating into the woods, and you saw her looking at Bill. "I think you're like cool" she said in a ditzy voice, but it was like it was scripted speech. You watched as their lips met for a second, and then "poof" you were awake. You were breathing hard. You looked down to see how hard your cock was. It was dripping in your sweatpants.
Your mind returned to the present in your tub, looking at your erect cock. "Not tonight," you told yourself. "Not going there again." For days after that "peck" and the "dream" you couldn't get rid of your erection. Both images threatened to invade your masturbation fantasies. Soon, you tried jerking off to nothing. You got into reading "erotica" online, thinking it would help quell the creeping images of Bill and Morgan into your masturbatory life.
But, you sighed, in the tub, that wasn't "The Night". That would come several weeks later. It was a night you'd never forget. One that to this day, you swore was the beginning of your addiction. Drug addicts talk about their first "high" and how their entire life of drug use is to chase that initial experience. You now understood, after "The Night" as you will always call it.
You sat in the tub, looking over to the body lotion and shampoo. Should you just "get rid" of it, you thought, looking at your cock. Maybe you'd use "Morgs", you looked over to your linen closet outside the bathroom. Nah, not tonight. The images from "The Night" were already coming into your head, however, and you knew it meant you'd be "chasing that high". You sighed, and squirted a bit of Old Spice body lotion on your hand, thinking back once again.
It wasn't a particularly memorable night to begin with, other than the fact it was close to your birthday. Morgan had bought you a nice hotel downtown, and promised "your gift" was coming. You were eager to see what that meant. Two of your friends from college and Bill were up for you birthday, and you'd all been drinking heavily in the hotel room. Morgan had complained that she wanted a night with the two of you, but she didn't seem to put up much of a fight.. Morgan was getting ready, and put on some tight jeans, her nice black top, which made her tits giggle and bounce, and a pair of high-heeled black boots. She did her hair and make-up especially good, with dark eye-liner, and red lipstick. She looked utterly gorgeous.
Your buddies from college were talking girls from a sorority, and drinking on the other side of the room. Morgan walked over grabbed a beer, and a small vodka bottle. You thought she'd hand it to you, but she walked right by as you chatted. She then sat with Bill and handed him a beer. It was clear it was going to be another "Bill and Morgan" night, where she didn't engage your college buddies. The problem was, that after the last few months, you now only focused on them. The "fingering", the "peck", the "dream". It seemed every-time Bill was up, he got something off of your girlfriend. Even if minimal, she hadn't told you. Was it cheating? Many said no. She hadn't even enjoyed the "peck" and fought him off.
You heard Bill mention it was his birthday a few weeks ago. Morgan asked what he got, and Bill informed her "nothing but clothes".
Morgan went "Awwww", and patted his knee. Bill asked what she had gotten you, and Morgan said "you want to see?". She stood up, and walked over to the nightstand and pulled a bag from the drawer. She must not think you were listening, or looking. You became quite good at that. She had a dark black bag, and walked over. She opened it so Bill could see. He shot his eyes open, and looked Morgan over. He stated something about "wanting to see it on her". Morgan merely laughed and closed the bag.
The night went like the past few "Morgan and Bill nights" as you struggled to keep up with them, and make it look like you weren't. Tonight was different though. For starters, Bill and you both put up credit cards for the tab. This simple act, which had never occurred (thanks Bill), would change the course of your futures. Morgan seemed on your arm the whole night. She was extra affectionate. She eventually admitted Bill was being "overly" aggressive with her. You told him to cut it out. This wasn't the first time a "Bill and Morgan" night ended with him crossing the line. She said not to worry. At one point, you caught the tail end of a conversation on the smoking deck. Morgan was yelling, though still playfully about how she wasn't "giving HIM a gift". Bill made a comment about how she was the "hottest girl" at the bar. You swore Morgan blushed and pulled her hair back slightly. As the night went on, he kept hitting on her right in front of you, and commenting to her how she was the "hottest girl at the bar".
You kept with your college buddies and discussed sports, which sorority had hottest chicks, and who was brave enough to talk to girls that night. You were on the second floor "people watching" by the dance-floor. Part of you knew your buddies wouldn't talk to girls. They were full of it.
Bill was clearly getting *****. You started talking with him, and you said something, though you can't remember. It was something witty, and made him spit his beer out. He spit it right onto some burly guy, and his friends. This turned into a pushing match, and Bill threatened to "burn the place down" or something. It wasn't what was said that mattered. It is what happened next. The bouncers threatened to call the cops if you didn't all leave. Bill made another comment, followed by a commotion, that caused you and your college buddies to intervene.
As you got pushed and pushed back with your Frat brothers, you noticed out of the corner of your eye, that Morgan pulled Bill by the arm around the corner leading to the dance-floor. As you, the Frat brothers, and the melee of jocks were ushered out and down the steps, you saw Morgan and Bill in an embrace. They had their arms around one another. Morgan flipped her head back, and looked at the mess of people. She then pushed Bill's head down, until it looked like a couple making out. She was helping him. It wasn't terrible, but for some reason, the butterflies began, as you noticed, when shit hit the fan, she instinctively chose to help Bill.
You were pushed outside, and the brawl, or "pushing" wasn't over. The bouncer told you all the cops were called and sirens wailed. The other group you "fought" was taking off in the opposite direction as your group. Your frat brothers were already moving to the next bar, talking about how they'd "kick that guys ass". It was all talk. You grabbed you phone, only thinking of Morgan and Bill. You saw she texted you to wait outside. The sirens were wailing. You had to get your credit cards. You texted her to get them. She came back with "they won't let me do it. It has to be you or Bill." She then informed you Bill is "too *****" and going to get arrested. You urged her to get him out of there.
As you passed the back alley, you saw someone you went to high-school with walking down a flight of back stairs. You greeted him, and told your Frat brothers to meet you down the street a few blocks down at another bar. You chatted with the guy from your high-school, and he mentioned the "fight". You inquired about Bill, and the guy told you he was still inside dancing with "that hot girl he was with". This enraged you, and you pushed past him and he laughed and called to you, "good to see you".
You pushed past a group standing outside the bar, and found yourself back on the second floor where the dance-floor was. Right there, near the entrance to the bar area was Bill and Morgan. He had her in an embrace, and you were ready to lose it and confront them. Just then, Morgan pushed away and pointed to the bar. You couldn't see what she was saying, but she was mad. She seemed to be telling your ***** buddy to pay the tab.
Bill kept doing his ***** dance and trying to pull her in. You heard the sirens grow louder. The lights were outside now. The cops were going to come inside, and if they found Bill he'd be arrested. Maybe you should let it happen, you thought. Morgan pleaded with him now, seeing the sirens out the window.
As you sat in the tub, your mind recalled that day with perfect clarity. More like, recalled that moment. The moment you'd never forget. Your left hand squirted some Old Spice body wash onto your right hand. You moved the right hand to your hard cock.
You remembered every bit of that moment so clearly. On the dance-floor, Morgan managed to create distance. Bill looked at her and was saying something. You hesitated to move, and waited, not sure why to this day. You could have stopped what came next. He held up that one index finger as he had the last time. She shook her head and pointed to the bar. Sirens blared, and there was commotion downstairs. Bill kept his finger up with a ***** smile. Morgan sighed heavily and looked around. For some reason, she returned to looking at Bill and put up the same finger. Bill just nodded.
Morgan, same as the last time, pulled Bill by the collar, her lips crashing onto his. It was the same "peck", and it made your heart beat, and your palms sweat. A moment, but you saw her red lips touch his with force. She pulled back. Another kiss. Still closed lips. Just a peck. She then pleaded with him, but Bill was laughing and shaking his head. His tongue came out and he wagged it. He still had his finger up. Morgan was holding her hands up in defiance. What was he asking now? More sirens appeared outside. Some people looked out the window, but most still partied.
Whatever was going on, Bill was not budging from that spot, as he did more of his ***** dance with Morgan in his arms. She had an angry look, and appeared that she had "had it" with his antics. She was looking left and right frantically, then slowed her head movements. She sighed and looked down.
Nothing in your life, before of since, could possibly prepare you for what you saw. It happened so fast, but seemed like a lifetime that you repeat even years later. Morgan once again grabbed his collar as she lifted her head up and closed the gap between them. Their lips came together for a third time, but now, she opened her mouth, as did Bill. Her eyes closed, and so did his, as he pulled her closer. She let him do this, and their heads moved back and forth in opposite motions. This was not a "peck", you thought, and stood stone-cold. Your face was white and lost color, as you watched them truly and utterly make-out right there. Your heart was pounding as never before, and your entire body ached with different endorphins and chemicals. You sat there analyzing their obscene kiss. Maybe no tongue, you prayed. But when you saw Morgan's head move to the side her tongue was pushing clearly and openly against his. This was far worse than anything you'd seen with Hillary or Melonie. This was down-rightt sucking face in public. Something Morgan once admonished and made fun of.
Your asshole friend and your girlfriend were making out, and this was cheating, there was no denying this. Morgan was more than a willing participant, as she was pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. It hurt your very core, but made your cock harder than you'd ever imagined it could be. It began to spray in your pants, and your face went from white to red.
You began to count, still stuck like a stone. Ten seconds turned to twenty. Twenty to thirty. Morgan's hands remained on his collar and at her side. Bill's hands groped her back. You took it all in. It was like another dimension and you were watching another girl. So much so, that a blonde came up and nudged Morgan. It almost reminded you of the same scenario with Melonie. Was that the same blonde? Could it be? Was this some odd fate? The kiss stopped, and Morgan shot the girl a death stare. You could see her mouth the words "WHAT?". She seemed pissed the girl broke the kiss up. She was staring the girl down, even as her lips went back to Bill's. Was this now a second kiss? They began literally swapping spit before your eyes. Ten seconds became a lifetime, and twenty was an eternity. Why couldn't you move?
The betrayal stung, but the jealousy, the anger, the confusion, and the fascination all mixed into an intense experience as you watched your girl make out with your asshole friend. You watched Bill's right hand snake down the back of her jeans, disappear into her tight jeans, and his fist clenched around a cheek. You watched her hand move up to hold his waist, as their faces sucked on one another for over two minutes now. This was by far longer than most bar make-out sessions. There was an urgency to it, a need. Bill's left hand went up and cupped her right breast covered by her blouse. This was it, he had gone to far apparently, as Morgan pushed his hand down. She pulled back and pointed to the bar. She was insisting he "go now" or so you thought from the way her mouth moved. Bill smiled, and pulled her in again, their lips locked once more, tongues coming out, but only briefly as Morgan pushed him back. "GO" she mouthed.
Bill did as told, and closed the tab. Morgan was texting. Your phone buzzed. She asked where you were and said she FINALLY got him to leave. You checked your phone. It hadn't been more than seven minutes from when you left the bar. Could it all be that fast? It seemed like the world had ended in a way. In only seven minutes.
You were so angry, but were unsure how to proceed. All you did was follow them, as Morgan walked with Bill down the stairs and out the bar. You got caught in a crowd trying to follow out the bar. When you managed to exit, they were up the street. It seemed so odd after what had just occurred. They were chatting as if nothing had just happened. Bill attempted to put his arm around her and she pushed him back. She wagged her finger at him and shook her head. You followed as they smoked, and chatted and laughed. Bill made another attempt and was again stopped quickly. Good, you guessed, with some anger as she had already let so much go.
You watched them enter the bar where you Frat brothers were at. A minute later you went in. Morgan and Bill were at the bar, your Frat brothers pointing to the TV back turned to Bill. She saw you and jumped to her feet. She was smiling, and you were stoic. She asked where you went, as she had been told you never arrived. You lied and said you got a sausage from the "Sausage Guy". She joked about how you were an "asshole" since she loves the "Sausage Guy".
You were mostly silent, as Morgan chatted, now including your frat brothers. The evidence of the betrayal was on their faces. Morgan's lipstick was gone, and some was on Bill's face. It wasn't noticeable unless you looked. Boy, did you LOOK. Later, you'd have a smoke with Bill, and see your girlfriend's lipstick appear on his smoke. Neither said a word.
At one point, when your Frat brother asked what Bill did for his birthday, Bill said he "got what he wanted". It made you angry, and hard at the same time. You couldn't explain a thing. Your Frat brother asked what he meant, and Bill added how he "made out with the hottest girl at the bar."
You looked to Morgan, who didn't know you were watching, her eyes shot open, she choked a little, but smiled. When pushed by your buddies, about how they hadn't seen him talk to a girl, Morgan came to his aid.
"He did," Morgan said, "I saw it. Hottest girl. When you guys left." She held out her fist. "Respect Bill." They fist bumped jokingly. You asked her what the girl looked like, and Morgan assured you she was hot. That Bill "got his gift". It was quick, but she assured you all it happened.
Everything became a daze, as you drank many shots. Bill left, with a smile. Morgan had a pep in her step, and a pride in her walk. Your frat bros went off to another bar. You got back to the hotel, and Morgan went with the black bag into the bathroom. She came out with a black teddy, with pink lining and ties at the sides of the panties. Your "gift" she joked, and tried to seductively walk over, but it came off as goofy. She came over and tried to kiss you, with those lips. The lips that were devoid of lipstick now. You turned your head, but the image of her kissing Bill was still there. It hadn't left. It wouldn't. She kissed your ear "don't I look hot?" She asked. You felt her hands reach into your pants, and unzip your fly. She grabbed your hard cock. It didn't take long, and you came hard before she had it out of your boxers. It was too much tension built up, and it all came out. She smiled down at you. "Guess I do!" She continued to jerk you off through your orgasm, "happy birthday hon," she said as the image of her kissing Bill played out in your mind.
You began to crank your cock hard in the tub. Remembering how confused your were. For days you didn't understand. All your thought about was that "kiss" and that night. You found yourself on an interesting forum, meeting a man named Robbie. You told him your story. He explained it all. You were a "cuckold". It wasn't uncommon, and it wasn't that weird. There was science to the whole thing. Bill was an "alpha" in your group, and Morgan was the most attractive female. "Watch any nature show", he told you, "and its a matter of time before the alpha fucks the top female in the group. Its nature." This didn't make you feel any better, and you wondered why you got so hard. Robbie explained its because "beta" males, which he called you, "want to mate the hottest female, but you can't" he continued your lesson, "so you're body goes into overdrive and gets you hard so you can put YOUR seed in the female, despite the fact you don't have a shot." It stung to hear, as he spoke of YOUR girlfriend as someone you had no chance with. He told you to simply "help the alpha, and enjoy the beta ride".
To be honest, a part of you had helped the "alpha" fuck the hottest girl. You had put her up on a platter for him, and constantly left them alone. You never confronted them. In fact, you enjoyed the "beta" ride, just as Robbie told you. The whole road to losing her. In fact, you had constantly watched them fuck like animals, thanks to Bill.
But it never got back to your initial fix. Your first "high". The night you watched them "make-out". You jerked harder in the tub, thinking of their tongues dancing, and trails of spit touching. The ultimate erotic betrayal, you thought, blasting a load high in the air and down into the tub water. You sighed. Just one "hit" you laughed to yourself. No more. You went o bed and slept soundly. Eager to wake.
Morning came, and you still had much to do. You knew they'd be getting here around noon. You put a key under the mat and told Bill to help himself to whatever he wanted. You stocked up on beer, Vodka and tonic. You bought Morgan her favorite fruits, veggies, cottage cheese, and the stuff you knew she liked. Would that be weird? How could it not? How could any of this not be weird? Yet, they seemed fine with it. It was even THEIR idea.
Besides, you had Haley now. She was a young college student, who didn't have the best body or face, but she had nice boobs. First time you ever dated a girl with nice boobs. Yes, she was fat, but that was fine to you. It was actually the only ass you had in the past year and a half. You had made Morgan and Bill's sex life your own. That thought made you nervous, and your heart beat. Fuck, you thought, MORGAN AND BILL are coming. Had they become celebrities to you, why were you so scared and nervous. They had, in fact, been your pornstars. But you were over that right?
Just then, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Bill. “Be there in a few hours, getting on train. Getting beers first.” Another text came through. Your eyes went wide, and your heart pounded as a picture of Morgan's tight ass, in black yoga pants came into your view. She was bending over a bar. Bill added. “Got to look at this ass for a few hours and can't fuck it. FML!” So much was said in that one sentence that to Bill was a joke. For one, Bill had fucked her ass. Many times. In fact, you'd been there when she bragged about having anal sex and not being an Anal Virgin, or AV as her friends joked. She thought of herself as a pro, and even gave lessons to some friends about how to do it with less pain. You remembered that night out at the bar, long ago, when she was still with you, how she had told Bill he “lost her at anal.” That she didn't do anal. Looks like she wasn't living up to those words.
You stared at Morgan's ass for some time. Had it gotten bigger? Surely it had, but not in a fat or even squishy way. It was toned and hard, so were her lovely legs. You knew they did “cross-fit” and you saw the results. Morgan had a booty, a hard booty. In between her legs was that perfect “gap” that women strive to achieve too. Your cock was growing in your slacks.
You wanted to sound cool and unaffected by the whole weirdness of them coming up. They could handle it, why couldn't you. “If I were you, I'd get her to blow me in the bathroom before the train.” You texted him, hoping you weren't being obnoxious, just like Bill used to be.
He texted you back. “I'VE TRIED DUDE! TRUST ME!” The image of Morgan blowing him in the bathroom came to your head, and you got even harder now. You knew she'd done it before, as Bill told you. So much for Morgan saying “she's not some slut who will get on her knees”. More words that Morgan wasn't living up to.
You stated at Morgan's ass, and debated if there was time to masturbate before work. You yelled at yourself for even thinking about it. Not again, don't get pulled into this again, you told yourself, like some heroin addict presented with a needle.
You went to work, stiff as a board, trying to tuck your small cock up your pants in the belt-line. Work was tough, and you couldn't concentrate. You kept peeking at the pic of Morgan's ass. You're an addict, you told yourself. You just want to see it fucked, and not even fuck it yourself. Was that true? It had been in the past, you realized.
Around 10AM you decided it was time to go home. Maybe run, go to bar, have some drinks and wait for them. No bar was open, and you hesitated to tell Bill you'd be home when they arrived. You then decided against telling Haley you were going to leave work early. Why did you not want to see her today?
As you drove home your heart began to beat faster, as the minutes ticked by. You found that you were eager, and excited to see them. Not just to see them, but to see so much more. You sat on the couch rocking as you drank Vodka straight from the bottle. You truly were an addict, you thought as minutes ticked away, and your cock grew harder. What would they do in your house? Would they have anal? As someone who still hadn't had anal sex, it fascinated you. Especially with someone like Morgan, who initially hated the act.
1130AM rolled around, and you sighed. It was time to hide. You walked to the large two door closet in the hall that gave you a view of the living room, bathroom, bedroom, and den, but not the kitchen. You opened it slightly to see in the left corner, next to the shelves was a space for clothes and jackets, and other things to be stored and hung up. You entered the closet. Your an addict, your told yourself, just like old times. Part of you wanted to leave, part of you wanted to cry, but a larger part was immensely aroused and excited and waiting. You kept going outside the closet to look in through the small crack you created by opening the left door. You were sure your couldn't see the brooms back there, so how could you be seen. Even is they opened the doors, they'd have to open the left one, as the right one opened to the shelves of towels and toiletries.
You were about to check to see if you could be seen for the tenth time, when you heard the door move, and a key open the door. Your heart was racing now, even though you were pretty *****. You had the bottle of Vodka in your hand. You heard Morgan's voice for the first time in months, that low, sultry voice she had. Sexy as all hell, and worse when she smokes. She must have smoked on the way here. “THAT'S A CREAMPIE!” She said in a shocked tone.
“Haha. Yup,” You heard Bill's voice, booming as usual, with a twinge of a ***** slur.
“You let that guy talk to me like that?” She asked, and you heard her luggage roll on the floor. You then caught a glimpse of her, her dark hair straight down and under a gray winter hat, in a puffy North-face coat, with moderate make-up. She had on those goddamn tight yoga pants that made you breathe heavy. God she was hot. Even her Ugg boots were cute. You saw her face had cleared from zits even. She put her luggage next to the couch, and unzipped her puffy black coat. She tossed it onto the couch, and you saw her tight white top that ******* her midriff, which looked flat, and toned. The shirt was so tight you could see those perky tits, and perfect nipples, erect as always. The perfect round little nipples always poking through whatever she wore, as if they were either eternally cold or aroused. She put her purse on her luggage, pulled out her phone and checked it. As she stood there you took in that pert, toned ass of hers in those black yoga pants. Your hard cock was pushing against your slacks.
As if on cue, Bill came into view, no different than ever, as he wore a Carhart jacket, black sweater, and jeans and white sneakers. He threw his bags down and grabbed her ass in one motion.
“He just wanted to fuck you,” Bill said smelling her hair from behind. “Everyone does.” He made her jump a little. “Damn babe. That ass in those pants.”
Morgan laughed, and elbowed him. "You literally woke up to a blowjob mister," looked around the room. "Plus I made sure you got pussy like FIVE minutes before we left," she thumbed through her phone trying to look disinterested as she always did. She then wiggled her ass slightly. “I always said, if you wanted to see me in yoga pants, just buy them for me.” You again remembered that drunken night from years ago now. Looks like Bill lived up to those words about yoga pants.
Bill huffed. “Cost me like $150 for those things.”
Morgan leaned forward and put her hands on your coffee table. She swayed her ass seductively. In the past, she her attempts at seduction, especially with her ass, always came off as goofy, and she'd joke about it. The way her ass now swayed, this was no joke. Confident, calculated, and highly erotic as it moved, that pert ass almost begged to be fucked. You wanted to yell out DAMMMNNN! Morgan spoke before you blurted something out from the closet, "Worth it though?”
Bill did his ***** dance behind her. “Jesus you got me going nuts!”
“He said he's not back until 5 right?” Morgan asked. Bill told her it would probably be later. Your eyes opened wide, and you gasped slightly, as Morgan pulled her yoga pants down, ******** that very fit, very firm, and somewhat now muscularly large ass. It was amazing, and you took it all in, seeing her recognizable black Calvin Klein workout panties on that ass. You had sniffed those so long ago. “You need to get some poison out Bill.” She apparently was definitely living up to the “milking” him comments, as she pulled the panties down until everything was below her knees. She bent over the coffee table using her hands as leverage.
You gazed upon that pussy. How different it looked now, her folds coming out, as they never did before, was the color darker? It was still magnificent to view, and the scent, you swear filled the room. She was glistening with her own juices, her inner thighs wet and slick and shiny. Your cock now twitched in its pants.
“You're wet as fuck babe,” Bill said, rubbing his hands over her pussy from behind. It caused her to lurch forward slightly. He began undoing his pants.
“You were fingering me the WHOLE ride up!” She chastised him
Bill pulled his pants down, and then his boxers. His erect cock boinked up and down into view. You felt shame, as it was several inches bigger than yours. Not too many inches you told yourself, maybe two or three. You had a four inch cock, his wasn't THAT much bigger, you debated. “I just love this pussy!” Bill said moving towards her with his cock. Morgan had been right so long ago, as it appeared Bill was a bit of an addict himself. You watched as he pushed his cock down. His dick hit her folds, and his tip slipped in with ease. Your pornstars were back, and at it quickly, you laughed, rubbing your crotch as you watched the one thing you craved for weeks, but didn't want to admit. This was your asshole friend fucking your ex, right in your living room, and you loved every second.
Bill pushed several inches in and then pulled out and pushed the cock back, causing Morgan to moan softly. “Uhh...” it was cute and sexy and slutty all at once. Your ***** ass of a friend then pushed his whole length inside your ex-girlfriend, and began a slow building pace. His hands were on her hips, and then he reached for her hair, still covered in the hat. He pulled her hair, causing her to move back onto his cock. “Uhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned even louder now. Bill's other hand grabbed her left ass-cheek, and hard. It began to turn red, and he started pounding her pussy.
“Uh...uh....uhhhh....uhh....” Morgan kept moaning, as the rhythm picked up. You were now rubbing your crotch trying to keep the pace. Morgan's head flew back, and her Ugg boots lifted until she was on her toes, her heels in the air, her hands curled on the table making a scraping sound. “Ohhh....fuckkkkk....ugghhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn.” She cried out, with closed eyes. You watched as Bill's cock began to shine with her juices, and from the sloshing and slopping noise, you guessed she had literally just cum. To confirm this, Bill's cock began to drip as he pounded, right onto your rug. You knew when she came, not from sex with her, but from how much you'd watch her fuck Bill.
You laughed to yourself, thinking these two loved “doggy”, as they once said in unison. They had that in common.
Your buddy was too close for comfort apparently, as were you. Bill cried out. “I'm gonna cum babe.”
“Not inside asshole,” Morgan jumped forward, and pulled herself off his cock. “You didn't get condoms.”
Bill grunted from his dick no longer being inside her. “What the fuck babe.” You couldn't blame him. It looked rather wonderful.
Morgan twisted around quickly, “No creampies dumb-ass!” She quickly grabbed his cock, within about five seconds of it leaving her pussy. She began to jerk it. She did an odd twisting with her hand, you'd never seen as she jerked his cock. She stood up, and moved to his side. “Sit down so you can enjoy it better!” Ever the provider, you laughed.
Bill sat on the end of the coffee table, and Morgan got to her knees. You once again took a point off of Morgan's past words, she sure did get on her knees a lot. But Bill DID buy her the yoga pants, which IS one of the things that she said would KIND of get her on her knees. You were having an internal debate about Morgan's past hangups and words.
You watched in amazement, as she hadn't stopped jerking his cock with her hand for a second. She was on her knees in less than a minute from sex. She was quick. She bent her head down and took his tip into her mouth. Bill grunted. You knew since this was a “close to cumming” blowjob, that Morgan wasn't going to play around, she wasn't going to give one of those long “birthday blowjobs” or one where she blew Bill for an entire movie at the theater. You knew these two enough to know she was going to suck it right out of him as quickly as she could.
Morgan did exactly that as she began a quick speed, and her mouth moved halfway down his cock, her hand twisting and spinning following below her mouth as it moved. A sopping smacking noise began to fill the room, and you knew that meant she was really using her tongue now. Not that you remembered it from your time with her, as she only gave you three blowjobs in your entire time together (two-and a a half according to her. That ten second one didn't count apparently). You knew it, because you'd seen it before, and Bill described the experience in full detail. He said she uses it with a strong “suck” that's tough to experience and not “lose your shit”. As he gripped the sides of the coffee table, and his face began to contort into a strained look, you realized that Morgan was right, she did give a “painful” blowjob.
“Fuuuuuck,” Bill grunted, and his head shot back mouth agape. Morgan pulled her head up quickly, and you saw a trail of cum connect her open mouth to his cock. That's when Bill's first shot came out, and hit her on the left side of her forehead. She kept her head close to his cock and licked the shaft, still jerking him hard and fast at the base. A ropy stretch of white gooey cum flung down from the forehead and across her nose to her right cheek. He arched up, and a second thin shot hit to the left of the first, mimicking that first spurt, and cutting across her nose lower than the first, and stopping right past the right side of her nose. A third shot completed what looked like a slash, as it hit above her left eye, which she kept open, and slung down across her nose. It reminded you of a claw mark, and made you laugh. The look on his face was a mixture of pain and intense pleasure the likes of which you wondered about. How good must it have felt? How intense was it truly? You thought that was it, but his cock erupted a massive load, the main shot, right into her right eye, utterly covering it, making it look like a thick white eye-patch. She was able to close the eye, and hand on, as another shot hit the right cheek ruining the “slash” marks. Bills cock began to bubble and erupt smaller amounts which coated her upper lip as she kissed a bubble of cum from his tip.
“Damn that was good babe,” Bill said catching his breath. Morgan sucked his tip in momentarily, and her throat moved, signaling she was drinking the last drops. She finally let go of his cock and stood up, pulling up her pants. Your own cock wasn't done. You hadn't achieved orgasm. You stood transfixed, unmoving.
“Better dickhead?” She asked. You thought about her words long ago. She must trust Bill REALLY a lot. Also, she sure was good at milking the guy, you laughed in your head.
Bill wiped beads of sweat from his brow. It looked like he had been in a fight or run a mile. You wondered what that experience was like. Haley sucked at blowjobs. Bill walked out of view pants down, and you heard your fridge open. He came back, still pants down, and dropped onto your soft couch. You saw his head sink into the cushions. Morgan fixed her yoga pants and walked into the kitchen. She came out with a bottled water, the specific kind she loved, that you had stocked up on. She sipped it, and wiped cum from both her eyes. She began licking her fingers clean of the thick cum with a smile.
“Snnnnaaaacchhhkkk,” a noise came from Bill on the couch. Was he snoring. Morgan walked over and laughed. She looked down at him. You could see his crotch, his limp dick still dripping with cum. Morgan got back on her hands and knees began licking his cock. She is legit cleaning his cock with her mouth, you thought amazed. She stood up, content with her work and walked over to the closet.
Your heart began to beat. You could still see gobs of cum on her cheeks, lips and forehead. You were sure you'd be caught cock handed so to speak. But she merely opened the right door, and grab a towel, which she used to wipe her face clear of all the cum. Morgan looked at the shelves trying to find something. She then walked back to her purse, which was atop her luggage and pulled out her phone. She was texting someone. Your phone, thankfully on vibrate moved in your pants. Did you dare check it. Morgan went into the kitchen out of view and you grabbed your phone. Morgan was asking if your had towels for the pool in your building. You answered yes, and knew you'd have to tell her they were above the bathroom towel in the very closet you were in. You moved further back pushing against the back wall.
She came back into view, picked up her phone which had just buzzed and walked back to the closet. She reached up and grabbed the beach towels. Something then crashed to the floor. You looked down at her feet. It was your fucking pocket pussy. The flesh-light you had bought when you weren't getting laid. You had forgotten it was up there.
“Oh wow,” Morgan said. She then laughed. “Ohhhhkkkkk.” She turned to Bill. “Hey I thought you said he had a girlfriend?”
Bill woke up with a start, snorting. “He does, or says it at least.”
Morgan kicked your fleshlight. “I uhh.....think I just found her!”
Morgan had found "Morgs".
