I went to the living room, for some reason, feeling odd about sleeping in the guest bedroom. I laid on the couch, in my clothes and drifted off. I awoke early the next morning around 5AM. Yawning, I crept towards the guest bathroom. My wife was still in the same position, her arm around my buddies stomach sleeping on him in her lacy panties. His boxers sported a pretty decent amount of morning wood. My caged dick was unable to achieve such things.
I took a piss, sitting on the toilet like a girl to avoid a weird stream in my cage. I even had to wipe sometimes as it dripped from my cage. I know, its funny. I crept back as my wife and my buddy slept soundly together. I plopped down and fell into a blissful sleep, thanks to my earlier orgasm. Around 8AM I awoke, the pain from my cage had woke me up. Seems I wasn't saved from morning wood after all. Again, I had to piss, so I decided to walk slowly towards the bathroom. The pain was very real and very intense. I looked into the master bedroom. My wife was now nude, but lying in the EXACT same position. Bill was naked as well, no longer sporting an erection. His dick was small, flaccid and flopped between his legs. Hillary's pussy was once again well fucked, and judging by the flowing cum pouring out, it hadn't been long ago.
Looks like Bill's remedy for morning wood beat mine. Fuck my wife, was his coarse of action. They didn’t wake up until 9AM. I went to get coffees, and a whole thing of muffins from the store. I got back, and set the coffee and food down. I knew what type of coffee Hillary loved, French Vanilla, but not sugar sweetener. With Cream, not milk. For Bill I got him a black coffee like myself.
Hillary was first to wake, she came out in Bill's 'Federal Breast Inspector” shirt and that was all. She caught me staring. “It's funny,” she laughed. She came over and grabbed the coffee. “Who hit me with a bus,” she held her head. I passed her the Ibuprofen I bought, and the Dramamine for nausea. “Your the best babe,” she kissed my forehead and reached down to rub my caged dick. Then she moved away to munch on a Banana bread muffin. We chatted like nothing was odd, and there was no tension.
Bill woke up thirty minutes later. He was rubbing his gut, in his basketball shorts. He grabbed the coffee and thanked me.
“Itinerary,” Hillary spoke. “Epcot reservations for Pizza at 2PM...I do NOT want to miss that. And I want to 'drink the world',” she stated. She'd been insisting on that. The tickets cost us $150 a person, so it better be fun. “But right now we need sun and the pool.”
She tasked us with bringing a cooler and getting some cranberry juice for the Vodka we'd bought. She wanted us to run down and get us some chairs. “NOW.” She clapped. She'd meet us in a bit.
Bill and I did as she commanded. We even stopped to get large buckets of beer for ourselves. We'd planned on drinking from the cooler, but they had a decent deal. A bucket for ten bucks. Bill stopped me, and looked at the mixed drinks. “Get me a....” he seemed indecisive.
I actually helped him out. “She likes the mojitos dude, get her the big one.” I didn't know why, but yeah, I kind of did. I enjoyed this.
We brought the drinks to our spot. A half hour later, we were getting *****. I noticed an older man looking at someone, a girl in a black bikini. The bikini top showed a great amount of her nice tits, shining with lotion. It wrapped around her waist and down to the bottoms, which were hiked up high, covering her stomach, which looked flat. The sides had straps showing off her thighs. The bikini came up high around the ass, showing a great amount of cheek. Her dark hair was straight down, and she had on thick dark large rimmed sunglasses. I was getting an erection, or trying to, when I saw the wedge heels with blue straps. It couldn't be, I told myself, but the woman kept walking towards us.
Looking taller, more mature, with thick muscular thighs and a tight toned fat ass, my wife walked over smiling in a bikini that was befitting her young age. She saw the mojito on the table, and I stood up gawking at my own wife. She walked right past me and into the arms of my buddy. My erection was straining to come to life as Hillary kissed Bill deeply, and his hands groped that ******* ass. “Mojito,” she smiled grabbing the drink he was holding. She took a deep sip. “That's a blowjob.” She laughed and set her things down in the chair next to Bill. Looks like my advice earned my buddy a blowjob, I ironically laughed to myself.
She wanted to take shots real quick, and we joined her. Bill and I didn't do well in these kinds of climates. He had on white t-shirt and his basketball shorts. I had a red tank top and my board shorts. Thankfully, I didn't have the type of shorts that revealed my oddly shaped bulge while wearing the cage. They just flowed straight down. Normally, Bill was a sweaty mess in such warm temps which made him anxious. He seemed far more relaxed now. His eyes were covered in Oakley style black wrap around cheap knock offs. I wore expensive Ray-ban aviators. Bill did apply a generous amount of thick sun-tan lotion. I wanted a tan, so I used only SPF 15. Big mistake. I could feel the sun early and often. Hillary didn't use lotion. She said she tanned quick.
My wife was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and so was I. I noticed how she kept adjusting the part over her stomach that hid any indication of fat. She was also adjusting her top, to make sure her breasts were properly pressing together. Further, she kept picking at the back, showing off a good amount of her big firm ass.
At some point, we all jumped in the pool. It was more a lazy river that wrapped all around the inner portions of this part of the resort. Hillary stood near the steps, with her thick glasses on sipping her drink. The three of us spoke as if it wasn't awkward. Maybe it wasn't for them. Hillary was going over EVERYTHING she wanted to do, as we'd planned acne and every night months in advance.
“I don't know if I can do too many roller-coasters.” She shook her head laughing.
Bill waded over to her, and put his arms around her waist looking into her sunglasses. “I got you babe, no need to be scared.” He had his big arms around her. Other than his big arms, he wasn't really fit. I was more toned than he was. Still, my wife melted and I watched them kiss deeply. It was then that I realized JUST how much of Hillary's ass you could see. Pretty much the bottom of both of her cheeks.
I wasn't the only one noticing her rear. A man, on an inner-tube floating with kids who splashed around, trained his eyes right on my wife's ass when he passed by. “Oh man,” he muttered, glaring at her butt as he floated past slowly. But my wife was too busy making out with my buddy in the middle of the lazy river to notice.
Soon, the three of us were on our own tubes, drinking from a new round, of over-sized novelty cups of strong mix alcohols. Hillary was smiling and shrieking with laughter as Bill twirled her in her tube. A group of young men floated by, glaring at my wife's ass, as she laid on the tube.
We went for one full rotation, and when we hopped off the tubes, Hillary accidentally took a wrong turn down the stronger current. She waved laughing she'd be back in a moment. I walked up the steps out the fake river, and Bill asked, “how can you not have a boner around that girl ALL the time,” he was laughing. I noted the bulge in his pants and I blushed with shame and embarrassment. Even if I wasn't caged, I probably wouldn't have had an erection as obvious as Bill's.
“You gotta put it in the waistband,” he joked, pulling his dick up, and then his pants over it. He tied his waistband tighter.
Hillary came back with an older man with white hair. The two were talking, and joking. When she arrived, the man helped her hop down, and she walked up the steps. The man's eyes were on her ass. She introduced us, and said that he was a local who brought his ****** here ALL the time. He had the inside scoop on the best restaurants, and even some discount passes and drink tickets for some of the parks. The older man's eyes were now locked on my wife's tits as she praised him.
He wrote his number down, and told my wife if she had questions, to call. He then invited her to his house, and looked at Bill. “You and your boyfriend can come,” he smiled to Bill and shook his hand. The man gave us a bunch of drink tickets.
When he left, Bill commented about him being a nice guy. Hillary chuckled. “He just wants to fuck me,” she added and sat down. “Must be swingers.”
I was sort of tired, and must have passed out. When I awoke, Bill and my wife were back in the river, his arm around her waist, and they were talking and laughing, sipping their drinks. I heard her say something about a 'condom' again, and Bill was shaking his head. She told him 'nice clothes aren't getting cummed on'.
It was about noon now, and Hillary asked me what time it was. Once she realized it was later than she had thought, she pulled Bill's hand and dragged him from the pool, his erection still very obvious. They walked over, and Hillary grabbed her purse and drink cups. “I'm going to get ready. Give me twenty you guys.” She took the car keys. So we'd have to walk for ten minutes. My wife then kissed Bill's lips quickly and walked towards the parking lot.
Those little moments got me more than anything. It wasn't so much their sex life together, but seeing her 'kiss him goodbye'. Even if she didn't know what she was doing. It was affirming she was 'with him' right then and not me. In her heels, her ass popped, and her legs looked firm and muscular. Many men checked her out as she walked out of the pool area. Including that same older man with the gray and white hair.
About twenty minutes later to the minute, Bill and I got back to our luxury suite. Hillary was in the kitchen, making vodka drinks, and filling flasks. We were all drinkers. She now had on a tight black tank-top, that pushed her boobs up, and green camouflage yoga biker shorts, that came above her knees. Her ass swayed in the camo as she happily made drinks.
Bill closed the gap, his eyes must have been glued to her ass as well, and he pushed his wet erection right in her camouflaged ass crack. She elbowed him and told him to 'go change' with a laugh.
We both changed, and I put on brown cargo pants, and Bill put on black cargo pants. He didn't change his shirt, and I kept my tank top on. It was hot. We took an Uber, I sat in the front, and Bill and Hillary sat in back. The male Arab driver wanted to be chatty with Hillary, constantly adjusting the rear view mirror. His mirror angle, unbeknownst to Bill and my wife, was straight down her cleavage. He told her where he grew up, and how he got down here, giving us suggestions of what to see. I added comments about what I'd already done down here before. I kept glancing back, as we all spoke. Bill's arm was around my wife's shoulder, and she was resting her head against his. Her hand rubbed his upper thigh slowly. Again, it was moments like this that really 'rattled' my cage so to speak. These moments were she was again showing everyone she was 'with him' and not me.
It is stuff like this that I WANTED Morgan to do, but she never really did. Not until she had long since left me. Now I was getting to live out the fantasy, which made me excited, scared, nervous and aroused all at once.
We made it to Epcot around 1, and Hillary called to reserve a later hour. So we had two hours to drink our way around the 'international cuisine area'. There was quite a line to get inside, and we were shocked to see they were searching bags and patting people down. A short, fat sweaty man pulled Hillary to the side. We didn't see what happened, but she was pissed. She said he got pretty handsy with her. It happened a second time, and we all complained. Apparently, these goons were trying to 'cop' a feel, Hillary told us.
Still, it was time to drink, and boy did we. The three of us made it a point to get a snack, and a drink at each country. I was about to buy first round, but Bill walked up and asked what Hillary wanted at the first place. It was some sort of wine shack, but with frozen wine. “What do you want babe,” Bill called back, with me right behind him in line. Hillary looked up to the menu. “Get me the Rose babe,” she responded.
He bought her drink and snack, and then she eagerly grabbed the wine. She took a sip. “MMMmmmmm,” she stated, “babe you gotta try this.” Part of me expected she'd hand me the drink. But she handed it to Bill, who sipped the frozen wine.
The 'babes' began to fly back and forth.
“Babe I gotta take a piss,” I counted to Hillary as she was holding Bill's hand.
“Babe, we gotta try the Japanese frozen beer,” chalked up to Bill.
“BABE! German Beers!” Hillary uttered to Bill.
“Babe, I can't drink that much beer,” Hillary told Bill one country later.
At one point the count was 8 to 5, in favor of Bill calling Hillary 'babe', but after about an hour, Hillary beat him out 10 to 9, and then I just lost count. We were all getting *****.
“Babe we HAVE to go on the Frozen ride,” Hillary added to the count. I walked with them, the third wheel feeling in my gut rolled up and down like a wave, depending on whether I was drinking or not. The Frozen ride had a slight line, and Hillary was taking in all the little things Disney had carved, cut, and put in place to make it like the movie. “OLAF!” She gasped in glee at a robotic puppet that greeted us. She said she was “SOOOO excited,” and then looked up and kissed Bill's lips. My buddy put his arm around her waist as they walked through the line. With every little peck, every 'babe' my cock tried to fight its cage to erection. Failing each time.
We made it to the front. “Single or Double rider,” the young man dressed like a Frozen character asked Hillary, she gripped Bill's hand. “Double.” The pair were placed in the front of the boat. I was smooshed with a ****** behind them.
Throughout the ride, my wife's head was close to Bill's as she pointed and laughed at the displays on the sides. The ride was quite like “It's a small world”, but updated for Frozen. My eyes remained on my wife. They kept pecking softy, and chatting, and then they kissed rather deeply, and I saw my wife's tongue go into my friend's mouth. My balls began to ache from arousal undealt with.
I was getting pretty *****, and a little tired. We had a bit before late lunch. So we went to get drinks from the Mexico area. Hillary was right behind Bill, holding his belt, “Mojitos,” she begged. “Mojitos babe,” she forced him to turn around and kiss her lightly. They're light peck turned into a french kiss, right as the people in front of them stepped aside. My friend walked up, with his arm around my wife and ordered the drinks. A 'babe', a 'peck' and a make-out. That was three for three right there. My balls tightened.
As I watched Hillary suck down her probably tenth drink, I noticed she was getting dark. Her skin was tanning. Bill remained white, and I honestly began to feel the sun bearing down, cooking me in my ***** state.
It was finally rime to eat, and we all went to the swanky Italian pizza place. Bill and Hillary scooted into a booth next to each other. We dined on great pizza, some of the best I've ever had actually. At the end the three of us took shots of “Sambuca” which the Italian waiter recommended as a desert.
The food made me feel much better, and the shot had me light on my feet. We made our way to the Finding Nemo ride, and again, Hillary insisted we go. “BABE WE HAVE TO,” She pulled my ***** pal through the empty turnstile. Not a soul was on the constantly moving ride as it went around in a large circle, telling a story on the walls. The way it was set up was two people could sit in a clam. Maybe three if they were kids, but Hillary and Bill jumped in a clam quick almost spilling drinks in their hands, and I was halted by another young worker. There was NO one else, except a mother and ******** who'd gone through sometime ago. Hillary and Bill were about ten clams ahead.
The ride was rather boring. Just digital images on the wall of Nemo's *** trying to find him. The ride did go on for some minutes. I made it all the way around, curious as to what my girl and my buddy were doing. I could see them racing around laughing, making there way BACK down the turnstile to get back on the ride. I took off in an almost sprint to catch up, and I made my way back to the front. This time they were about five clams ahead. She was on the side closest to me.
I watched them giggling. Their clam turned into the darkness of the ride. When I came around the corner, I could hear the Nemo narrative, but above that I heard Hillary tell Bill. “Tell me when babe,” then her head went down. Bill was looking down at her dark hair, and then I saw his mouth open and his head fling up. In that shocked, painful, pleasurable frozen “O” face.
“Ah....ah....ah...” he was grunting, and as he did, he smiled and his head moved further back. Her head was moving up and down in his lap. “Oh don't stop...don't stop....OH SHIT! RIGHT THERE!” He was groaning with a wide smile and open mouth. “Ahhh....Ahhhhh.....AAHHHHHHHHH.....FUUUCCK!” My ***** buddy grunted and his upper body moved forward, his face went red, and I swear I could see the veins in his head.
“Assholb,” my wife said sounding as if her mouth was filled, she lifted her cup and spat something into it. “I told you to let me know when you were gonna finish.”
Bill groaned about 'spitting' being disrespectful as the ride ended. I was rolling up, as Hillary lifted her cup to her mouth and pushed it back. I could see a foamy top to her Mojito. Such drinks don't have white foamy heads to them. She sucked the foam back, and chugged the remaining drink. She then slammed it on the ground, but was told to pick it up by a worker. She laughed and did as told.
My wife just blew my buddy, I told myself, my cock wanting to bust its cage. Then she drank his cum like a shot.
The three of us were beat. Me by the sun, Hillary by her drinking, and Bill by my wife's mouth. We stumbled to our last ride, the SOARING ride. We could hardly stay awake. It was only 330 PM at that point. We made it through the ride. Hillary was hanging on Bill.
The Uber home was me talking with the driver, as Bill was past out in the back, and Hillary was snoring lying on his chest.
We made it back to the suite, and the pair of lovers dipped into the main bedroom and plopped onto the bed, clothes, shoes and all. They were out, and I knew we wouldn't have long, since Hillary wanted to dress up and hit up Downtown Disney for drinks, dining and shopping.
Honestly, I could have watched them sleep and been aroused, but I needed my own sleep. I past out on the couch in the living room, and was awoke by grunts and groans. Once more my dick, confused at the time of day, was trying to achieve morning wood. It hurt like hell now.
“Ahh...fuck,” I heard Bill groaning. I walked towards the main bedroom door, and before crossing the open threshold, I looked in the large mirror in the guest bathroom directly across from the open Master Bedroom door. It was the perfect 'creep' set up. Bill was laying against the headboard, looking down at my wife, who had taken her top off, her tits sliding around Bill's stomach. Her hand was gripping his hard cock, and her lips were moving up and down, sucking his dick into her throat, hard and fast. That smacking, slurping sound of blowjobs filled the suite. At some point, she put on her black rectangular brimmed glasses. “I'm gonna cum,” Bill grunted. Hillary pulled her mouth off and watched his cock as she pumped it with her right hand. “OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” Bill shouted, and his cock erupted, and I understood why she put the glasses on. Protective Goggles. His first spurt blasted her glasses above her left eye. The next hit her nose, and then her chin. It wasn't like a porno, as she had her mouth closed and a very stern look, that with the glasses, made it appear she was studying Bill's cock as it jizzed in her face. His cock began to simply bubble in her hand now, coating her hand with thick cum. Bill was breathing heavy as Hillary pulled her hand away. “Thanks babe....thanks.”
She was mumbling something then, pointing with her left hand to the nightstand. Her right was now sort of cupped, holding Bill's sperm. My buddy grabbed tissues and handed them to her. My wife wasn’t much of a 'cum eater' so to speak, which made her earlier drunken 'cum shot' all the more fascinating. She began moving towards the door, so I darted back fast to the living room. Hillary walked out, shirt off tits *******, and went across to the guest bathroom for some reason. She returned with a armful of towels and walked back to the master room.
I made my way to the kitchen and began to make some coffee that the hotel had left out. It wasn't going to be perfect, but I'd drink it. I sat waiting. Behind me, I caught site of Hillary, as she went out to the deck, her top off still. Did she want me to join? I smelled smoke. Weird, as she only smoke WITH me or Bill and when *****. I got a cup of coffee, and was going to go to the deck, but my wife came back in and walked past me, cum still in her face. She went to master bedroom and closed the door
I then heard my phone buzz. Hillary told me to 'shower and get ready'. So I grabbed my coffee, and walked to the guest bathroom. I took my tank top off, and noticed my burnt farmer's tan. I turned on the shower. The door to the master bedroom opened softly and my wife came out. She had the look of a woman determined as I met her gaze in the mirror. She walked up behind me, her breasts still out, and I felt them on my back. We were looking at each other in the mirror, Hillary still had her glasses on and cum on her face. It was drying now. “Sooooo.....I just blew your friend.” She smiled. “But I think you know that.” There was something about her height, and I looked down to see she was in her wedge heels. Her heels and the camo shorts, standing behind me, running her hands along my waist. “Wanna stretch out,” she whispered. In her right hand was the small cock cage key.
“FUCK YES! FUCK YES!” I repeated as I pulled my shorts down, and them my boxers. Oddly, I wasn't concerned about Bill. He just got his, and was probably passed out. I was eagerly trying to help her unlock me.
She rubbed my shoulder. “Calm down,” she laughed, and was able to fit the shitty little key in the hole. The cage was pulled off and placed in the marble sink. Her hand softly gripped my dick. “There you go little guy,” she teased. Her hand rolled my tight balls. I don't know how to explain an erection after being caged, but its akin to sitting for 30 hours and standing for the first time. My dick began to extend as it was designed to do for the first time in a bit. “Babe,” she pointed to the sink. “Grab the shampoo bottle.” I did as told and her hands came around my waist and she squirted a gob of shampoo into her hand. Her soapy hand came to my dick and began to pump it. “There you go,” she cooed. “How hot was I today?”
“Sooooo hot,” I assured her.
“Was it just me or did everyone at the pool wanna FUCK me and at Disney Springs?” She smiled, looking at my eyes.
It was hard to keep her gaze, and not let my eyes roll from the wonderful stimulation of her hand on my hard cock. “Yaaas,” my voice cracked. “You looked so good in that bikini,” you admitted.
She licked your ear and pumped harder. “Your buddy sure was turned on. He was hard all day,” she laughed again. “I already blew him twice, I blew him on the Nemo.....”
“OH FUCK HILLARY!” I grunted cutting her off from her naughty words. I felt that first burst rush out and saw it slam against the tiled wall under the mirror above the sink. It was an intense explosive knee weakening orgasm, and the next spurt shot into the sink. I looked down, and Hillary's hand was pumping my cock, almost like I was doing it myself, but it felt far more fulfilling. Her left hand rubbed my shoulder as she pulled my cock hard, sending cum against the wood of the area below the sink. She was smiling wide watching me cum so hard. I began rubbing the back of her hand. “Thank you...thank you....” I repeated over and over. She sucked on my ear. “I love you.”
“Love you too babe,” Hillary took her hand from my cock, and began slapping her hand up and down sending cum flying at the sink. “Shower hon.” She was looking at me. “We're going to Downtown Disney.” She told me I have two options. “I know you love Downtown Disney and we had a blast drinking those ice cream drinks,” she was right, we had come for a weekend before. Those drinks were amazing at the Irish bar. “You're welcome to come,” she told me, which was hard to hear, since she was 'allowing me' to join. “But Bill and I ARE going to have a nice night out, alone, without the cuckold shit,” she looked into my eyes seriously. “You can stay home, uncaged, order that pizza they have here, and jerk off all night, I'll even leave panties for you to fuck and sniff or whatever,” she was looking at my eyes for a response as she spoke. She knew I kinda like sniffing her used panties when she was with Bill...and I kinda fuck them (Don't jugde LOL). “Or you can just come tonight and me and Bill get another night.” She added.
I was going to plead for my own night, but she hadn't made it an option. I was honestly having the time of my life, but I didn't want to stay home. Not so soon. “I kinda wanna get those ice cream drinks.”
Hillary smiled and nodded agreeing. "Yeah that shit kicks ass," she laughed. “Ok...take a shower and hurry up.” She pointed to the sink. “Get the cage back on after then,” she spanked my ass. “Feel free to jerk off in the shower.”
“I don't think I could,” I laughed looking at my flaccid dripping cock.
Hillary laughed. “Yeah right.” She was closing the door. “Your buddy says I give the best blowjobs he's ever had,” she laughed and then closed the door.
As I showered, my mind thought of the day, and it wasn't so much the sex I had seen, but the 'babes' they threw back and forth, and how I lost count . The pecks in the lines, the stolen kisses. The kiss goodbye at the pool. And Hillary's flaunting of her ass. She was right, I thought, feeling my cock growing. It was them in line at the Mexican joint earlier that had me pulling my dick. I sprayed my load against the wall and smiled, feeling a good relief finally. It took me some time to get ALL my cum off the walls.
An hour later, we were walking in Disney Springs. The name had changed a while back and we got a LOT of confusion saying Downtown Disney. Which was odd, since Hill and I have been there less than a year ago and called it Downtown Disney and everyone seemed to do the same. It was hot, so I wore a white shirt, and white shorts, with white shoes. The preppy of the group. Bill was wearing his usual black collared shirt, sneakers and jeans. The blue collared worked of the group. Hillary had put on that sexy floral green and black romper/dress thing with the flowing cape-like back, and her sexy wedge heels with the blue cloth straps. The DIVA of the group. With her now tan skin, dark hair and full make-up, making her eye-brows thick, she looked like one of those YouTube influencers. Sexy and confident as she walked, taller than Bill, and about my height now. But she looked so much more mature, even though she was twelve years younger than us. About fifteen years younger than Bill.
Hillary had awed us earlier, and had groped me to check for my cage. “Good boy,” she had told me with a kiss on my cheek.
We found a booth at an open jazz bar that overlooked the lake. My wife's older 'suitor' had recommended catching he sunset. The waiter was chatting Hillary up, glancing at her tan thighs in that dress and her cleavage whenever he could. She decided she wanted a 'beer' to watch the sunset. I bought and IPA, but Hillary got herself and Bill Corona's with a lime. Bill was sitting next to Hillary, his arm around her waist. I was across from them, sipping my beer. Hillary lit a smoke, and I watched her suck it in. For some reason, when girls are dressed sexy, and smoking, I enjoy watching them inhale and exhale. It's sexy to me.
I peered around the out door bar. Near the jazz band, couples began to kiss, and I noted over my shoulder the sun was going down. It was almost like an aphrodisiac. Hillary said the old man had told her it was a great spot for a romantic sunset. It seemed the whole bar was sucking face. I looped back around, about to ask Hillary about the old man, but didn't say a word as I watched my wife and Bill kissing passionately. Their mouths open towards me, I saw they're tongues move from his mouth and then to hers. They're eyes were closed, and they're heads moved back and forth slowly, tongues slapping against each other, sometimes out of their mouths, literally swapping spit before me. Her left hand fingers were intertwined with his right hand fingers, resting on the table as they made out.
As their romantic sunset kiss went past the three minute mark, I felt that familiar anxious third wheel feeling, and my cage was being filled with an erection that couldn't complete.
Finally, they stopped the kiss, and Hillary moved the chair closer to Bill. My wife leaned her head under his chin resting on his collar bone, and he kissed my wife's forehead. His hand rested on her left arm. “It's sooo nice here,” she said as they watched the sun's dying colors fill the night. They're clasped hands moved off the table and towards Bill's chest. Hillary pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed, and then let it drop between them. “So relaxing....so romantic...” Hillary sighed. “I never wanna leave you know.”
It was time to get the Ice Cream drinks at the Irish bar, Hillary eventually insisted. It was a small 5 person open bar, behind an indoor bar in an alley. Kinda nice and quaint. It was right down the block from the Jazz bar. We made our way, and Hillary walked holding Bill's arm in hers. We found three open seats, next to two ***** young punks. Bill went inside to use the pisser, and Hillary was standing in her sexy dress, just looking at her phone. Oblivious to the two men that gawked at her like wolves seeing meat. There eyes went up and down my wife's body. Honestly, she'd never gotten this kind of attention, but she didn't often dress this slutty. She also didn't display confidence in her body like that.
Bill came back, and Hillary sat down nest to him. “Get me an ice cream mudslide thing babe.” She told him still looking at her phone.
The guys were almost passing out at the bar, making loud jokes. Finally they're own fat girls showed up and then they were even louder. Soon they left. Hillary laughed. “Those guys wanted to FUCK me, huh?” She chuckled nonchalantly. “no wonder,” Hillary smiled looking back at their ugly girlfriends as they walked away.
We stayed quite a bit, and then did some shopping. We decided to get some of that pizza everyone had been talking about at the resort. Supposedly it was really really good. We took an Uber home, and it wasn't too late, around 9PM. Bill and Hillary sitting in back, Bill's arm around my wife, while she laid on him, they're hands locked again over her chest. “Oh my god,” Hillary laughed. “We're so old you guys,” she looked at me holding my buddies hands lovingly . “Remember how we said we'd be out all night getting wasted.” She was laughing, despite being only 26 compared to our late 30s. “I'm beat you guys.”
I laughed myself. “I'm kinda wrecked.”
Bill said he could 'drink a bit more'.
Hillary lifted his hands, her fingers locked with his and kissed his hand. “Yeah right dude.” Those were the little touches that drove me WILD in my cage.
We finally made it back to the suite. I ordered the pizza, and insisted it be on me. But surprisingly, Bill gave me 40 dollars. He gabbed my shoulder when Hillary went to pee. “Go down to get the pizza bro,” he told me looking to the bedroom. “Please bro. Grab a drink and give us like thirty minutes.” He was doing his ***** dance. So I did as told, ever the good cuckold, and walked out the back door, onto the golf course and right down to the pool area near our suite, with the pizza place and several bars. The people told me 15 minutes until the pizza was ready. So I bought a double of whiskey and sat watching Basketball. My cage was struggling thinking about what Bill was doing. I had left to let him fuck my wife.
They called my name, and I paid with Bill's money. Two pizzas, and some wing, and a liter of Pepsi. I had a smoke as I walked back slowly. It had been twenty minutes. I walked across golf course again, wanting to go in the open back door through the deck with the screen around it. It would be quieter. I walked in and set the pizza on the marble outcropping that split the kitchen from the den. That's when I saw Hillary's dress on the floor, and Bill's clothes as well.
CREAK! CREAK! The bed in the main bedroom was squeaking. The hinges being worked.
“Don't stop,” I heard my wife moaning. My cage began to ache as I crept to my spot, next to the bedroom door, to pear into the large bathroom mirror opposite the room.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! The sound of bodies hitting fast filled my ears. Bill had my wife's feet, still in those sexy heels on his shoulders. He was pushing his cock in and out of her fast and hard from the foot of the bed. She was groaning like a bitch in heat. “FUCK ME BABY!” She said loudly. “FUCK ME! I WANTED IT ALL DAY BABY!”
SMACK! SMACK! “AHHH YOUR SO FUCKING HOT!” Bill told her as he was pushing his cock in my wife fast making there bodies smash together hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I peered around the corner daring myself to see it all, and I did. “EVERYONE WANTED TO FUCK ME,” she was shouting. “BUT ONLY YOU GET TO BABY!” She told him with Bill's dick diving into her. “OHH BABY! I LOVE YOUR DICK!” She cooed, and I watched her pussy spray and squirt with his dick inside her. The 'l' word, used in the heat of passion, and it made my dick hurt, and my stomach sink. I told myself she was falling in love with his DICK and not him. Which was better?
“AAAHHHHH....FUCK YEAH!” Bill thrust once more and leaned over, pushing his weight onto her. He must have been wanting to cum, because I watched seconds later as cum squirted from my wife's pussy with his dick still buried inside her.
"MMMmmppphhhh,” Her moans were muffled and judging by Bills head moving down they kissed as the climaxed together. Her pussy was swollen and seemed to be squeezing around his cock as it spewed inside her.
I crept away, my stomach growling as much as my cock burned. I grabbed plates, and brought the stuff out the bags, and set the pizza out and opened the wings, and put out plates and cups, as well as the pepper, salt and cayenne flakes. I knew my wife loved Parmesan so I got extra.
She came out five minutes later, sniffing the air, wearing only Bill's “Federal Breast Inspector” black t-shirt. “Foooooood.” She was smiling and glowing with a dreamy gaze. “Oh my god,” she looked at all the food. “Your are a life saver....THIS IS LIFE,” she grabbed a slice of Pepperoni and poured pepper flakes and Parm cheese on it. “Party hero,” she held out her fist to pump my hand. I fist pumped my own wife.
Hillary then looked back to the dark master bedroom. “Babe....Pizza,” she shouted and poured herself Pepsi. There was no response so she yelled. “BABE......PIZZA!” My wife was calling for my buddy from the kitchen. “BAAAAABE!” She shouted, mowing down on a slice.
She placed a slice of pizza on a plate along with two wings and poured another Pepsi. When Bill came out she handed him his food. “Wifey material,” she laughed. Bill walked into the den and sat on the couch I'd been sleeping on. I sat down in one of the two love seats. Hillary was scarfing down pizza.
She looked at me as she put another piece on her plate. “I know we talked about staying out late, but I'm JUST fine with munching on pizza and cuddling up early,” she walked into the den and walked right by me and 'cuddled' up with Bill on the couch. “Try it with the Parm babe,” she insisted shoving her slice in Bill's face. He took a bite and nodded. The way her leg was resting over Bill's gave me a view of the bottom of her ass in orange Victoria Secret panties (see my Avatar).
We watched the Hotel preview channel while we ate, taking in the various restaurants and bars the resort had. Hillary was making mental notes of which once she wanted to hit up and when we'd have the time to do it. “You guys realize we ate pizza for lunch AND dinner.”
“I could eat pizza everyday for breakfast lunch and dinner,” I joked.
Hillary smiled and laughed and held her fist out again. “Good call dude,” she made me fist bump her again, my own wife.
After dinner, Hillary cuddled up under Bill's arms on the couch, her head and hand on his chest as they shared a big glass of whiskey while we watched Naked Gun 2. Being so young, Hillary had never seen it, so we insisted she watch it. We were throwing out lines, annoying her to no end.
Eventually, she was falling asleep, and my wife kissed Bill goodnight. “I'm going to bed babe,” she stood up and rubbed his head. “Don't stay up too late babe.”
Bill and I drank, and chatted about sports, and just hung out. Around 1AM, his phone buzzed on the table, it was a text from Hillary, I saw it momentarily.
“Srsly babe come 2 bed.” Was what she wrote. There were several 'angry' emjois.
Bill read the text from my wife and yawned. “I gotta hit the sack buddy.”
Day two was over....
By the way, truthfully. I did count the “babes”:
Bill called Hillary “babe” approximately 14 times.
Hillary called me “babe” 3 times that day.
Hillary called Bill “babe” 28 times.
Final Quarantine Update:
I wanted to get this chapter in quick before their quarantine is over (sorry if its poorly edited).
First of all, people have asked whether I talk with my wife during this time. Of course, we are CONSTANTLY texting and making sure we are both healthy. We call each other about THREE times a day (we're getting a new apartment and signing a lease and MOVING during all of this. It's nuts and stressful to deal with, more than anything). We facetime several times a day (We both prefer Bill NOT in the room when she talks with me or Facetimes; he's been good with that). And yes, several nights a week me and my wife will jerk off via Facetime together. Both of us are usually in the tub (hers is just a nice big Jacuzzi right now Lol).
So Hillary WAS supposed to come home this morning, but she asked if it could be pushed to Monday. 'Give Bill the weekend', she told me. Insisting he won't be getting pussy for some time. She is kind of right. Bill gets OBNOXIOUS, DANGEROUS, RECKLESS and VERY ***** when he doesn't get laid for more than about three days. Hillary has seen it now. One time, my buddies from home were telling me Bill was getting dangerously *****, and driving WASTED and starting fights. They'd send videos. Me and Hill watched. My wife legit looked at me with the most SERIOUS look I'd ever seen and said "I gotta give him pussy babe." Then that weekend she boarded a five hour train and spent two nights with him in a hotel. My buddies said the next weekend the dude was a DIFFERENT human being. They had no idea why. Lol!
So I caved in and let her stay the weekend.
They're supposedly out of beer as of Thursday. Bill's PISSED. Lol. Nothing but Gatorade and pasta in my house. Lol!
Hillary says my parents Jacuzzi is getting gross. She tries to clean it everyday, but Bill's cum is getting into the jets she thinks. She says she'll be in the tub, by herself watching the Walking Dead and his cum comes out of the goddamn jets.
They moved my parents upstairs couch downstairs to the den, since it connects (which I never knew). They can both now lay down and crash on the couch with the 'good' TV. I guess Hillary HATES my waterbed. She says you can't fuck in it at all, 'it moves too much'. She has never said that with me, but I've heard other people say that. We've fucked in that bed.
Apparently my back deck (the raised one that's on the second floor that has the steps down to the yard, not the bottom floor one) is the 'best place to fuck' for sundown and sun-up. I asked why she was getting up at 'sun-up' and she said she can't help it. They both wake up at like 5:30 AM. According to Hillary 'fucking outside at sundown is the most romantic thing. It's LIFE". I told her not to let my neighbors catch them, but she said she wears a dress or a skirt, and Bill is behind her while she is on her hands and knees. It just looks like Bill is trying to "help her find something on the floor". They've already got an excuse she says. Lol!
Bill's mother left her LAST care package. First of all, she has been asking Hillary to REMAIN with Bill at my parent's house. Which is nuts. Why wouldn't she ask her to go to HER house. You know? She is telling my wife Bill NEEDS her in this time. Hillary told me she's annoyed 'AF" with Bill's mom.
Despite that she was SUPER happy with the care package. Bill's mom has been STRAIGHT feeding them every night for the past week. Leaving food on doorstep and telling them to 'wipe' the tupperware, take out food, and put tupperware back on front steps'
Monday: Linguine with suasage
Tuesday: Stuffed Peppers
Wednesday and Thursday: Huge bowl of home-made Chili
Friday: Homemade Pepperoni pizza they just had to heat up
Tonight: Left over Chili (Hillary: It was a huge tub...AND IT's FUCKING AWESOME. Would make me shit my brains out is so spicy. Lol!)
So skip back to last weeks "****** party" at Bill's house (Hillary still bitches about it lol). I forgot to mention that Hillary told Bill's mom Tequila makes her 'wild and crazy' when they talked about taking shots at his mom's house.
The last package this morning.
Bill's mom had the audacity to put two bottles of red wine, Patron Tequila (ya see, cause Hillary told her she gets nuts), chocolates, brownies, candles, bath bombs that have 'sensual smells', body oils, a bag of 20 FRESH unshucked oysters chilled in ice (which I think is like 50 fucking bucks). HUGE Bowl of New England Clam Chowder (score for Bill's mom Hillary said, she loves that shit. Which she really does).
Which is nuts because the stores by us (five hours from where they are) aren't even having the meats and seafood areas open.
She wrote Hillary a recipe for 'grilling' the oysters if she wants to (which they won't since its a gas grille and I doubt either Hillary or Bill knows how to use it). But Bill's mom preferred they eat them fresh and in the next '24 hours' to get the 'full effect' (and not get sick). She wrote that she didn't include 'protection' because they were adults and made their own decisions. Bill's mom would "support" whatever Hillary's decision was on what they talked about last week (aka her having a baby with Bill). But she urged Hillary to think about it and talk it over with Bill.
Hillary said they're DONE with the wine, chocolates and half the brownies as of 10 PM. Half a bottle of Tequila left. Lol! 1 bath bomb used. Bill HAD to give her a massage with the coconut body oil. He 'wasn't getting away with it' she said.
They have NOT used the candles she says. I thought they had, I guess there are a shit load of unused candles we have now. Lol!
She doesn't know WHAT to do with Oysters. She had some with me and she thinks they're gross. She says they're gonna 'shuck em and suck em' which she thinks is hilarious and I guess she read somewhere in a Meme.
But tomorrow is Bill and Hill's LAST day for probably a long time.
They're gonna do another private 'social distance' outdoor date. Hillary wants to go the beach near where we grew up. There is a boardwalk, and pretty good space to avoid people. Its about thirty minutes from my hometown.
If I know Bill, he's gonna get her ***** and they'll be fucking on this little private beach he used to take girls that's a few streets down from the public beach. You just have to walk over the rocks a bit.
I haven't told Hill. She hates sand like that and NEVER wants to fuck on the beach. No sand up her 'cooch'. You could get yeast infection she claims.
Bill and I have a bet. He says 100 bucks says he fucks her on the beach. She's gonna wear a sundress. I said no way. It looks like a nice day, no rain, not too cold. We will see.
Tomorrow it ends. Not sure if I'm happy, mad, sad or glad. We will see.
Though Hillary DOES say if I think she's going from getting fucked three times a day, to getting fucked ONCE a week, then I'm crazy. She'll re-quarantine in a week. Lol
I took a piss, sitting on the toilet like a girl to avoid a weird stream in my cage. I even had to wipe sometimes as it dripped from my cage. I know, its funny. I crept back as my wife and my buddy slept soundly together. I plopped down and fell into a blissful sleep, thanks to my earlier orgasm. Around 8AM I awoke, the pain from my cage had woke me up. Seems I wasn't saved from morning wood after all. Again, I had to piss, so I decided to walk slowly towards the bathroom. The pain was very real and very intense. I looked into the master bedroom. My wife was now nude, but lying in the EXACT same position. Bill was naked as well, no longer sporting an erection. His dick was small, flaccid and flopped between his legs. Hillary's pussy was once again well fucked, and judging by the flowing cum pouring out, it hadn't been long ago.
Looks like Bill's remedy for morning wood beat mine. Fuck my wife, was his coarse of action. They didn’t wake up until 9AM. I went to get coffees, and a whole thing of muffins from the store. I got back, and set the coffee and food down. I knew what type of coffee Hillary loved, French Vanilla, but not sugar sweetener. With Cream, not milk. For Bill I got him a black coffee like myself.
Hillary was first to wake, she came out in Bill's 'Federal Breast Inspector” shirt and that was all. She caught me staring. “It's funny,” she laughed. She came over and grabbed the coffee. “Who hit me with a bus,” she held her head. I passed her the Ibuprofen I bought, and the Dramamine for nausea. “Your the best babe,” she kissed my forehead and reached down to rub my caged dick. Then she moved away to munch on a Banana bread muffin. We chatted like nothing was odd, and there was no tension.
Bill woke up thirty minutes later. He was rubbing his gut, in his basketball shorts. He grabbed the coffee and thanked me.
“Itinerary,” Hillary spoke. “Epcot reservations for Pizza at 2PM...I do NOT want to miss that. And I want to 'drink the world',” she stated. She'd been insisting on that. The tickets cost us $150 a person, so it better be fun. “But right now we need sun and the pool.”
She tasked us with bringing a cooler and getting some cranberry juice for the Vodka we'd bought. She wanted us to run down and get us some chairs. “NOW.” She clapped. She'd meet us in a bit.
Bill and I did as she commanded. We even stopped to get large buckets of beer for ourselves. We'd planned on drinking from the cooler, but they had a decent deal. A bucket for ten bucks. Bill stopped me, and looked at the mixed drinks. “Get me a....” he seemed indecisive.
I actually helped him out. “She likes the mojitos dude, get her the big one.” I didn't know why, but yeah, I kind of did. I enjoyed this.
We brought the drinks to our spot. A half hour later, we were getting *****. I noticed an older man looking at someone, a girl in a black bikini. The bikini top showed a great amount of her nice tits, shining with lotion. It wrapped around her waist and down to the bottoms, which were hiked up high, covering her stomach, which looked flat. The sides had straps showing off her thighs. The bikini came up high around the ass, showing a great amount of cheek. Her dark hair was straight down, and she had on thick dark large rimmed sunglasses. I was getting an erection, or trying to, when I saw the wedge heels with blue straps. It couldn't be, I told myself, but the woman kept walking towards us.
Looking taller, more mature, with thick muscular thighs and a tight toned fat ass, my wife walked over smiling in a bikini that was befitting her young age. She saw the mojito on the table, and I stood up gawking at my own wife. She walked right past me and into the arms of my buddy. My erection was straining to come to life as Hillary kissed Bill deeply, and his hands groped that ******* ass. “Mojito,” she smiled grabbing the drink he was holding. She took a deep sip. “That's a blowjob.” She laughed and set her things down in the chair next to Bill. Looks like my advice earned my buddy a blowjob, I ironically laughed to myself.
She wanted to take shots real quick, and we joined her. Bill and I didn't do well in these kinds of climates. He had on white t-shirt and his basketball shorts. I had a red tank top and my board shorts. Thankfully, I didn't have the type of shorts that revealed my oddly shaped bulge while wearing the cage. They just flowed straight down. Normally, Bill was a sweaty mess in such warm temps which made him anxious. He seemed far more relaxed now. His eyes were covered in Oakley style black wrap around cheap knock offs. I wore expensive Ray-ban aviators. Bill did apply a generous amount of thick sun-tan lotion. I wanted a tan, so I used only SPF 15. Big mistake. I could feel the sun early and often. Hillary didn't use lotion. She said she tanned quick.
My wife was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and so was I. I noticed how she kept adjusting the part over her stomach that hid any indication of fat. She was also adjusting her top, to make sure her breasts were properly pressing together. Further, she kept picking at the back, showing off a good amount of her big firm ass.
At some point, we all jumped in the pool. It was more a lazy river that wrapped all around the inner portions of this part of the resort. Hillary stood near the steps, with her thick glasses on sipping her drink. The three of us spoke as if it wasn't awkward. Maybe it wasn't for them. Hillary was going over EVERYTHING she wanted to do, as we'd planned acne and every night months in advance.
“I don't know if I can do too many roller-coasters.” She shook her head laughing.
Bill waded over to her, and put his arms around her waist looking into her sunglasses. “I got you babe, no need to be scared.” He had his big arms around her. Other than his big arms, he wasn't really fit. I was more toned than he was. Still, my wife melted and I watched them kiss deeply. It was then that I realized JUST how much of Hillary's ass you could see. Pretty much the bottom of both of her cheeks.
I wasn't the only one noticing her rear. A man, on an inner-tube floating with kids who splashed around, trained his eyes right on my wife's ass when he passed by. “Oh man,” he muttered, glaring at her butt as he floated past slowly. But my wife was too busy making out with my buddy in the middle of the lazy river to notice.
Soon, the three of us were on our own tubes, drinking from a new round, of over-sized novelty cups of strong mix alcohols. Hillary was smiling and shrieking with laughter as Bill twirled her in her tube. A group of young men floated by, glaring at my wife's ass, as she laid on the tube.
We went for one full rotation, and when we hopped off the tubes, Hillary accidentally took a wrong turn down the stronger current. She waved laughing she'd be back in a moment. I walked up the steps out the fake river, and Bill asked, “how can you not have a boner around that girl ALL the time,” he was laughing. I noted the bulge in his pants and I blushed with shame and embarrassment. Even if I wasn't caged, I probably wouldn't have had an erection as obvious as Bill's.
“You gotta put it in the waistband,” he joked, pulling his dick up, and then his pants over it. He tied his waistband tighter.
Hillary came back with an older man with white hair. The two were talking, and joking. When she arrived, the man helped her hop down, and she walked up the steps. The man's eyes were on her ass. She introduced us, and said that he was a local who brought his ****** here ALL the time. He had the inside scoop on the best restaurants, and even some discount passes and drink tickets for some of the parks. The older man's eyes were now locked on my wife's tits as she praised him.
He wrote his number down, and told my wife if she had questions, to call. He then invited her to his house, and looked at Bill. “You and your boyfriend can come,” he smiled to Bill and shook his hand. The man gave us a bunch of drink tickets.
When he left, Bill commented about him being a nice guy. Hillary chuckled. “He just wants to fuck me,” she added and sat down. “Must be swingers.”
I was sort of tired, and must have passed out. When I awoke, Bill and my wife were back in the river, his arm around her waist, and they were talking and laughing, sipping their drinks. I heard her say something about a 'condom' again, and Bill was shaking his head. She told him 'nice clothes aren't getting cummed on'.
It was about noon now, and Hillary asked me what time it was. Once she realized it was later than she had thought, she pulled Bill's hand and dragged him from the pool, his erection still very obvious. They walked over, and Hillary grabbed her purse and drink cups. “I'm going to get ready. Give me twenty you guys.” She took the car keys. So we'd have to walk for ten minutes. My wife then kissed Bill's lips quickly and walked towards the parking lot.
Those little moments got me more than anything. It wasn't so much their sex life together, but seeing her 'kiss him goodbye'. Even if she didn't know what she was doing. It was affirming she was 'with him' right then and not me. In her heels, her ass popped, and her legs looked firm and muscular. Many men checked her out as she walked out of the pool area. Including that same older man with the gray and white hair.
About twenty minutes later to the minute, Bill and I got back to our luxury suite. Hillary was in the kitchen, making vodka drinks, and filling flasks. We were all drinkers. She now had on a tight black tank-top, that pushed her boobs up, and green camouflage yoga biker shorts, that came above her knees. Her ass swayed in the camo as she happily made drinks.
Bill closed the gap, his eyes must have been glued to her ass as well, and he pushed his wet erection right in her camouflaged ass crack. She elbowed him and told him to 'go change' with a laugh.
We both changed, and I put on brown cargo pants, and Bill put on black cargo pants. He didn't change his shirt, and I kept my tank top on. It was hot. We took an Uber, I sat in the front, and Bill and Hillary sat in back. The male Arab driver wanted to be chatty with Hillary, constantly adjusting the rear view mirror. His mirror angle, unbeknownst to Bill and my wife, was straight down her cleavage. He told her where he grew up, and how he got down here, giving us suggestions of what to see. I added comments about what I'd already done down here before. I kept glancing back, as we all spoke. Bill's arm was around my wife's shoulder, and she was resting her head against his. Her hand rubbed his upper thigh slowly. Again, it was moments like this that really 'rattled' my cage so to speak. These moments were she was again showing everyone she was 'with him' and not me.
It is stuff like this that I WANTED Morgan to do, but she never really did. Not until she had long since left me. Now I was getting to live out the fantasy, which made me excited, scared, nervous and aroused all at once.
We made it to Epcot around 1, and Hillary called to reserve a later hour. So we had two hours to drink our way around the 'international cuisine area'. There was quite a line to get inside, and we were shocked to see they were searching bags and patting people down. A short, fat sweaty man pulled Hillary to the side. We didn't see what happened, but she was pissed. She said he got pretty handsy with her. It happened a second time, and we all complained. Apparently, these goons were trying to 'cop' a feel, Hillary told us.
Still, it was time to drink, and boy did we. The three of us made it a point to get a snack, and a drink at each country. I was about to buy first round, but Bill walked up and asked what Hillary wanted at the first place. It was some sort of wine shack, but with frozen wine. “What do you want babe,” Bill called back, with me right behind him in line. Hillary looked up to the menu. “Get me the Rose babe,” she responded.
He bought her drink and snack, and then she eagerly grabbed the wine. She took a sip. “MMMmmmmm,” she stated, “babe you gotta try this.” Part of me expected she'd hand me the drink. But she handed it to Bill, who sipped the frozen wine.
The 'babes' began to fly back and forth.
“Babe I gotta take a piss,” I counted to Hillary as she was holding Bill's hand.
“Babe, we gotta try the Japanese frozen beer,” chalked up to Bill.
“BABE! German Beers!” Hillary uttered to Bill.
“Babe, I can't drink that much beer,” Hillary told Bill one country later.
At one point the count was 8 to 5, in favor of Bill calling Hillary 'babe', but after about an hour, Hillary beat him out 10 to 9, and then I just lost count. We were all getting *****.
“Babe we HAVE to go on the Frozen ride,” Hillary added to the count. I walked with them, the third wheel feeling in my gut rolled up and down like a wave, depending on whether I was drinking or not. The Frozen ride had a slight line, and Hillary was taking in all the little things Disney had carved, cut, and put in place to make it like the movie. “OLAF!” She gasped in glee at a robotic puppet that greeted us. She said she was “SOOOO excited,” and then looked up and kissed Bill's lips. My buddy put his arm around her waist as they walked through the line. With every little peck, every 'babe' my cock tried to fight its cage to erection. Failing each time.
We made it to the front. “Single or Double rider,” the young man dressed like a Frozen character asked Hillary, she gripped Bill's hand. “Double.” The pair were placed in the front of the boat. I was smooshed with a ****** behind them.
Throughout the ride, my wife's head was close to Bill's as she pointed and laughed at the displays on the sides. The ride was quite like “It's a small world”, but updated for Frozen. My eyes remained on my wife. They kept pecking softy, and chatting, and then they kissed rather deeply, and I saw my wife's tongue go into my friend's mouth. My balls began to ache from arousal undealt with.
I was getting pretty *****, and a little tired. We had a bit before late lunch. So we went to get drinks from the Mexico area. Hillary was right behind Bill, holding his belt, “Mojitos,” she begged. “Mojitos babe,” she forced him to turn around and kiss her lightly. They're light peck turned into a french kiss, right as the people in front of them stepped aside. My friend walked up, with his arm around my wife and ordered the drinks. A 'babe', a 'peck' and a make-out. That was three for three right there. My balls tightened.
As I watched Hillary suck down her probably tenth drink, I noticed she was getting dark. Her skin was tanning. Bill remained white, and I honestly began to feel the sun bearing down, cooking me in my ***** state.
It was finally rime to eat, and we all went to the swanky Italian pizza place. Bill and Hillary scooted into a booth next to each other. We dined on great pizza, some of the best I've ever had actually. At the end the three of us took shots of “Sambuca” which the Italian waiter recommended as a desert.
The food made me feel much better, and the shot had me light on my feet. We made our way to the Finding Nemo ride, and again, Hillary insisted we go. “BABE WE HAVE TO,” She pulled my ***** pal through the empty turnstile. Not a soul was on the constantly moving ride as it went around in a large circle, telling a story on the walls. The way it was set up was two people could sit in a clam. Maybe three if they were kids, but Hillary and Bill jumped in a clam quick almost spilling drinks in their hands, and I was halted by another young worker. There was NO one else, except a mother and ******** who'd gone through sometime ago. Hillary and Bill were about ten clams ahead.
The ride was rather boring. Just digital images on the wall of Nemo's *** trying to find him. The ride did go on for some minutes. I made it all the way around, curious as to what my girl and my buddy were doing. I could see them racing around laughing, making there way BACK down the turnstile to get back on the ride. I took off in an almost sprint to catch up, and I made my way back to the front. This time they were about five clams ahead. She was on the side closest to me.
I watched them giggling. Their clam turned into the darkness of the ride. When I came around the corner, I could hear the Nemo narrative, but above that I heard Hillary tell Bill. “Tell me when babe,” then her head went down. Bill was looking down at her dark hair, and then I saw his mouth open and his head fling up. In that shocked, painful, pleasurable frozen “O” face.
“Ah....ah....ah...” he was grunting, and as he did, he smiled and his head moved further back. Her head was moving up and down in his lap. “Oh don't stop...don't stop....OH SHIT! RIGHT THERE!” He was groaning with a wide smile and open mouth. “Ahhh....Ahhhhh.....AAHHHHHHHHH.....FUUUCCK!” My ***** buddy grunted and his upper body moved forward, his face went red, and I swear I could see the veins in his head.
“Assholb,” my wife said sounding as if her mouth was filled, she lifted her cup and spat something into it. “I told you to let me know when you were gonna finish.”
Bill groaned about 'spitting' being disrespectful as the ride ended. I was rolling up, as Hillary lifted her cup to her mouth and pushed it back. I could see a foamy top to her Mojito. Such drinks don't have white foamy heads to them. She sucked the foam back, and chugged the remaining drink. She then slammed it on the ground, but was told to pick it up by a worker. She laughed and did as told.
My wife just blew my buddy, I told myself, my cock wanting to bust its cage. Then she drank his cum like a shot.
The three of us were beat. Me by the sun, Hillary by her drinking, and Bill by my wife's mouth. We stumbled to our last ride, the SOARING ride. We could hardly stay awake. It was only 330 PM at that point. We made it through the ride. Hillary was hanging on Bill.
The Uber home was me talking with the driver, as Bill was past out in the back, and Hillary was snoring lying on his chest.
We made it back to the suite, and the pair of lovers dipped into the main bedroom and plopped onto the bed, clothes, shoes and all. They were out, and I knew we wouldn't have long, since Hillary wanted to dress up and hit up Downtown Disney for drinks, dining and shopping.
Honestly, I could have watched them sleep and been aroused, but I needed my own sleep. I past out on the couch in the living room, and was awoke by grunts and groans. Once more my dick, confused at the time of day, was trying to achieve morning wood. It hurt like hell now.
“Ahh...fuck,” I heard Bill groaning. I walked towards the main bedroom door, and before crossing the open threshold, I looked in the large mirror in the guest bathroom directly across from the open Master Bedroom door. It was the perfect 'creep' set up. Bill was laying against the headboard, looking down at my wife, who had taken her top off, her tits sliding around Bill's stomach. Her hand was gripping his hard cock, and her lips were moving up and down, sucking his dick into her throat, hard and fast. That smacking, slurping sound of blowjobs filled the suite. At some point, she put on her black rectangular brimmed glasses. “I'm gonna cum,” Bill grunted. Hillary pulled her mouth off and watched his cock as she pumped it with her right hand. “OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” Bill shouted, and his cock erupted, and I understood why she put the glasses on. Protective Goggles. His first spurt blasted her glasses above her left eye. The next hit her nose, and then her chin. It wasn't like a porno, as she had her mouth closed and a very stern look, that with the glasses, made it appear she was studying Bill's cock as it jizzed in her face. His cock began to simply bubble in her hand now, coating her hand with thick cum. Bill was breathing heavy as Hillary pulled her hand away. “Thanks babe....thanks.”
She was mumbling something then, pointing with her left hand to the nightstand. Her right was now sort of cupped, holding Bill's sperm. My buddy grabbed tissues and handed them to her. My wife wasn’t much of a 'cum eater' so to speak, which made her earlier drunken 'cum shot' all the more fascinating. She began moving towards the door, so I darted back fast to the living room. Hillary walked out, shirt off tits *******, and went across to the guest bathroom for some reason. She returned with a armful of towels and walked back to the master room.
I made my way to the kitchen and began to make some coffee that the hotel had left out. It wasn't going to be perfect, but I'd drink it. I sat waiting. Behind me, I caught site of Hillary, as she went out to the deck, her top off still. Did she want me to join? I smelled smoke. Weird, as she only smoke WITH me or Bill and when *****. I got a cup of coffee, and was going to go to the deck, but my wife came back in and walked past me, cum still in her face. She went to master bedroom and closed the door
I then heard my phone buzz. Hillary told me to 'shower and get ready'. So I grabbed my coffee, and walked to the guest bathroom. I took my tank top off, and noticed my burnt farmer's tan. I turned on the shower. The door to the master bedroom opened softly and my wife came out. She had the look of a woman determined as I met her gaze in the mirror. She walked up behind me, her breasts still out, and I felt them on my back. We were looking at each other in the mirror, Hillary still had her glasses on and cum on her face. It was drying now. “Sooooo.....I just blew your friend.” She smiled. “But I think you know that.” There was something about her height, and I looked down to see she was in her wedge heels. Her heels and the camo shorts, standing behind me, running her hands along my waist. “Wanna stretch out,” she whispered. In her right hand was the small cock cage key.
“FUCK YES! FUCK YES!” I repeated as I pulled my shorts down, and them my boxers. Oddly, I wasn't concerned about Bill. He just got his, and was probably passed out. I was eagerly trying to help her unlock me.
She rubbed my shoulder. “Calm down,” she laughed, and was able to fit the shitty little key in the hole. The cage was pulled off and placed in the marble sink. Her hand softly gripped my dick. “There you go little guy,” she teased. Her hand rolled my tight balls. I don't know how to explain an erection after being caged, but its akin to sitting for 30 hours and standing for the first time. My dick began to extend as it was designed to do for the first time in a bit. “Babe,” she pointed to the sink. “Grab the shampoo bottle.” I did as told and her hands came around my waist and she squirted a gob of shampoo into her hand. Her soapy hand came to my dick and began to pump it. “There you go,” she cooed. “How hot was I today?”
“Sooooo hot,” I assured her.
“Was it just me or did everyone at the pool wanna FUCK me and at Disney Springs?” She smiled, looking at my eyes.
It was hard to keep her gaze, and not let my eyes roll from the wonderful stimulation of her hand on my hard cock. “Yaaas,” my voice cracked. “You looked so good in that bikini,” you admitted.
She licked your ear and pumped harder. “Your buddy sure was turned on. He was hard all day,” she laughed again. “I already blew him twice, I blew him on the Nemo.....”
“OH FUCK HILLARY!” I grunted cutting her off from her naughty words. I felt that first burst rush out and saw it slam against the tiled wall under the mirror above the sink. It was an intense explosive knee weakening orgasm, and the next spurt shot into the sink. I looked down, and Hillary's hand was pumping my cock, almost like I was doing it myself, but it felt far more fulfilling. Her left hand rubbed my shoulder as she pulled my cock hard, sending cum against the wood of the area below the sink. She was smiling wide watching me cum so hard. I began rubbing the back of her hand. “Thank you...thank you....” I repeated over and over. She sucked on my ear. “I love you.”
“Love you too babe,” Hillary took her hand from my cock, and began slapping her hand up and down sending cum flying at the sink. “Shower hon.” She was looking at me. “We're going to Downtown Disney.” She told me I have two options. “I know you love Downtown Disney and we had a blast drinking those ice cream drinks,” she was right, we had come for a weekend before. Those drinks were amazing at the Irish bar. “You're welcome to come,” she told me, which was hard to hear, since she was 'allowing me' to join. “But Bill and I ARE going to have a nice night out, alone, without the cuckold shit,” she looked into my eyes seriously. “You can stay home, uncaged, order that pizza they have here, and jerk off all night, I'll even leave panties for you to fuck and sniff or whatever,” she was looking at my eyes for a response as she spoke. She knew I kinda like sniffing her used panties when she was with Bill...and I kinda fuck them (Don't jugde LOL). “Or you can just come tonight and me and Bill get another night.” She added.
I was going to plead for my own night, but she hadn't made it an option. I was honestly having the time of my life, but I didn't want to stay home. Not so soon. “I kinda wanna get those ice cream drinks.”
Hillary smiled and nodded agreeing. "Yeah that shit kicks ass," she laughed. “Ok...take a shower and hurry up.” She pointed to the sink. “Get the cage back on after then,” she spanked my ass. “Feel free to jerk off in the shower.”
“I don't think I could,” I laughed looking at my flaccid dripping cock.
Hillary laughed. “Yeah right.” She was closing the door. “Your buddy says I give the best blowjobs he's ever had,” she laughed and then closed the door.
As I showered, my mind thought of the day, and it wasn't so much the sex I had seen, but the 'babes' they threw back and forth, and how I lost count . The pecks in the lines, the stolen kisses. The kiss goodbye at the pool. And Hillary's flaunting of her ass. She was right, I thought, feeling my cock growing. It was them in line at the Mexican joint earlier that had me pulling my dick. I sprayed my load against the wall and smiled, feeling a good relief finally. It took me some time to get ALL my cum off the walls.
An hour later, we were walking in Disney Springs. The name had changed a while back and we got a LOT of confusion saying Downtown Disney. Which was odd, since Hill and I have been there less than a year ago and called it Downtown Disney and everyone seemed to do the same. It was hot, so I wore a white shirt, and white shorts, with white shoes. The preppy of the group. Bill was wearing his usual black collared shirt, sneakers and jeans. The blue collared worked of the group. Hillary had put on that sexy floral green and black romper/dress thing with the flowing cape-like back, and her sexy wedge heels with the blue cloth straps. The DIVA of the group. With her now tan skin, dark hair and full make-up, making her eye-brows thick, she looked like one of those YouTube influencers. Sexy and confident as she walked, taller than Bill, and about my height now. But she looked so much more mature, even though she was twelve years younger than us. About fifteen years younger than Bill.
Hillary had awed us earlier, and had groped me to check for my cage. “Good boy,” she had told me with a kiss on my cheek.
We found a booth at an open jazz bar that overlooked the lake. My wife's older 'suitor' had recommended catching he sunset. The waiter was chatting Hillary up, glancing at her tan thighs in that dress and her cleavage whenever he could. She decided she wanted a 'beer' to watch the sunset. I bought and IPA, but Hillary got herself and Bill Corona's with a lime. Bill was sitting next to Hillary, his arm around her waist. I was across from them, sipping my beer. Hillary lit a smoke, and I watched her suck it in. For some reason, when girls are dressed sexy, and smoking, I enjoy watching them inhale and exhale. It's sexy to me.
I peered around the out door bar. Near the jazz band, couples began to kiss, and I noted over my shoulder the sun was going down. It was almost like an aphrodisiac. Hillary said the old man had told her it was a great spot for a romantic sunset. It seemed the whole bar was sucking face. I looped back around, about to ask Hillary about the old man, but didn't say a word as I watched my wife and Bill kissing passionately. Their mouths open towards me, I saw they're tongues move from his mouth and then to hers. They're eyes were closed, and they're heads moved back and forth slowly, tongues slapping against each other, sometimes out of their mouths, literally swapping spit before me. Her left hand fingers were intertwined with his right hand fingers, resting on the table as they made out.
As their romantic sunset kiss went past the three minute mark, I felt that familiar anxious third wheel feeling, and my cage was being filled with an erection that couldn't complete.
Finally, they stopped the kiss, and Hillary moved the chair closer to Bill. My wife leaned her head under his chin resting on his collar bone, and he kissed my wife's forehead. His hand rested on her left arm. “It's sooo nice here,” she said as they watched the sun's dying colors fill the night. They're clasped hands moved off the table and towards Bill's chest. Hillary pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed, and then let it drop between them. “So relaxing....so romantic...” Hillary sighed. “I never wanna leave you know.”
It was time to get the Ice Cream drinks at the Irish bar, Hillary eventually insisted. It was a small 5 person open bar, behind an indoor bar in an alley. Kinda nice and quaint. It was right down the block from the Jazz bar. We made our way, and Hillary walked holding Bill's arm in hers. We found three open seats, next to two ***** young punks. Bill went inside to use the pisser, and Hillary was standing in her sexy dress, just looking at her phone. Oblivious to the two men that gawked at her like wolves seeing meat. There eyes went up and down my wife's body. Honestly, she'd never gotten this kind of attention, but she didn't often dress this slutty. She also didn't display confidence in her body like that.
Bill came back, and Hillary sat down nest to him. “Get me an ice cream mudslide thing babe.” She told him still looking at her phone.
The guys were almost passing out at the bar, making loud jokes. Finally they're own fat girls showed up and then they were even louder. Soon they left. Hillary laughed. “Those guys wanted to FUCK me, huh?” She chuckled nonchalantly. “no wonder,” Hillary smiled looking back at their ugly girlfriends as they walked away.
We stayed quite a bit, and then did some shopping. We decided to get some of that pizza everyone had been talking about at the resort. Supposedly it was really really good. We took an Uber home, and it wasn't too late, around 9PM. Bill and Hillary sitting in back, Bill's arm around my wife, while she laid on him, they're hands locked again over her chest. “Oh my god,” Hillary laughed. “We're so old you guys,” she looked at me holding my buddies hands lovingly . “Remember how we said we'd be out all night getting wasted.” She was laughing, despite being only 26 compared to our late 30s. “I'm beat you guys.”
I laughed myself. “I'm kinda wrecked.”
Bill said he could 'drink a bit more'.
Hillary lifted his hands, her fingers locked with his and kissed his hand. “Yeah right dude.” Those were the little touches that drove me WILD in my cage.
We finally made it back to the suite. I ordered the pizza, and insisted it be on me. But surprisingly, Bill gave me 40 dollars. He gabbed my shoulder when Hillary went to pee. “Go down to get the pizza bro,” he told me looking to the bedroom. “Please bro. Grab a drink and give us like thirty minutes.” He was doing his ***** dance. So I did as told, ever the good cuckold, and walked out the back door, onto the golf course and right down to the pool area near our suite, with the pizza place and several bars. The people told me 15 minutes until the pizza was ready. So I bought a double of whiskey and sat watching Basketball. My cage was struggling thinking about what Bill was doing. I had left to let him fuck my wife.
They called my name, and I paid with Bill's money. Two pizzas, and some wing, and a liter of Pepsi. I had a smoke as I walked back slowly. It had been twenty minutes. I walked across golf course again, wanting to go in the open back door through the deck with the screen around it. It would be quieter. I walked in and set the pizza on the marble outcropping that split the kitchen from the den. That's when I saw Hillary's dress on the floor, and Bill's clothes as well.
CREAK! CREAK! The bed in the main bedroom was squeaking. The hinges being worked.
“Don't stop,” I heard my wife moaning. My cage began to ache as I crept to my spot, next to the bedroom door, to pear into the large bathroom mirror opposite the room.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! The sound of bodies hitting fast filled my ears. Bill had my wife's feet, still in those sexy heels on his shoulders. He was pushing his cock in and out of her fast and hard from the foot of the bed. She was groaning like a bitch in heat. “FUCK ME BABY!” She said loudly. “FUCK ME! I WANTED IT ALL DAY BABY!”
SMACK! SMACK! “AHHH YOUR SO FUCKING HOT!” Bill told her as he was pushing his cock in my wife fast making there bodies smash together hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I peered around the corner daring myself to see it all, and I did. “EVERYONE WANTED TO FUCK ME,” she was shouting. “BUT ONLY YOU GET TO BABY!” She told him with Bill's dick diving into her. “OHH BABY! I LOVE YOUR DICK!” She cooed, and I watched her pussy spray and squirt with his dick inside her. The 'l' word, used in the heat of passion, and it made my dick hurt, and my stomach sink. I told myself she was falling in love with his DICK and not him. Which was better?
“AAAHHHHH....FUCK YEAH!” Bill thrust once more and leaned over, pushing his weight onto her. He must have been wanting to cum, because I watched seconds later as cum squirted from my wife's pussy with his dick still buried inside her.
"MMMmmppphhhh,” Her moans were muffled and judging by Bills head moving down they kissed as the climaxed together. Her pussy was swollen and seemed to be squeezing around his cock as it spewed inside her.
I crept away, my stomach growling as much as my cock burned. I grabbed plates, and brought the stuff out the bags, and set the pizza out and opened the wings, and put out plates and cups, as well as the pepper, salt and cayenne flakes. I knew my wife loved Parmesan so I got extra.
She came out five minutes later, sniffing the air, wearing only Bill's “Federal Breast Inspector” black t-shirt. “Foooooood.” She was smiling and glowing with a dreamy gaze. “Oh my god,” she looked at all the food. “Your are a life saver....THIS IS LIFE,” she grabbed a slice of Pepperoni and poured pepper flakes and Parm cheese on it. “Party hero,” she held out her fist to pump my hand. I fist pumped my own wife.
Hillary then looked back to the dark master bedroom. “Babe....Pizza,” she shouted and poured herself Pepsi. There was no response so she yelled. “BABE......PIZZA!” My wife was calling for my buddy from the kitchen. “BAAAAABE!” She shouted, mowing down on a slice.
She placed a slice of pizza on a plate along with two wings and poured another Pepsi. When Bill came out she handed him his food. “Wifey material,” she laughed. Bill walked into the den and sat on the couch I'd been sleeping on. I sat down in one of the two love seats. Hillary was scarfing down pizza.
She looked at me as she put another piece on her plate. “I know we talked about staying out late, but I'm JUST fine with munching on pizza and cuddling up early,” she walked into the den and walked right by me and 'cuddled' up with Bill on the couch. “Try it with the Parm babe,” she insisted shoving her slice in Bill's face. He took a bite and nodded. The way her leg was resting over Bill's gave me a view of the bottom of her ass in orange Victoria Secret panties (see my Avatar).
We watched the Hotel preview channel while we ate, taking in the various restaurants and bars the resort had. Hillary was making mental notes of which once she wanted to hit up and when we'd have the time to do it. “You guys realize we ate pizza for lunch AND dinner.”
“I could eat pizza everyday for breakfast lunch and dinner,” I joked.
Hillary smiled and laughed and held her fist out again. “Good call dude,” she made me fist bump her again, my own wife.
After dinner, Hillary cuddled up under Bill's arms on the couch, her head and hand on his chest as they shared a big glass of whiskey while we watched Naked Gun 2. Being so young, Hillary had never seen it, so we insisted she watch it. We were throwing out lines, annoying her to no end.
Eventually, she was falling asleep, and my wife kissed Bill goodnight. “I'm going to bed babe,” she stood up and rubbed his head. “Don't stay up too late babe.”
Bill and I drank, and chatted about sports, and just hung out. Around 1AM, his phone buzzed on the table, it was a text from Hillary, I saw it momentarily.
“Srsly babe come 2 bed.” Was what she wrote. There were several 'angry' emjois.
Bill read the text from my wife and yawned. “I gotta hit the sack buddy.”
Day two was over....
By the way, truthfully. I did count the “babes”:
Bill called Hillary “babe” approximately 14 times.
Hillary called me “babe” 3 times that day.
Hillary called Bill “babe” 28 times.
Final Quarantine Update:
I wanted to get this chapter in quick before their quarantine is over (sorry if its poorly edited).
First of all, people have asked whether I talk with my wife during this time. Of course, we are CONSTANTLY texting and making sure we are both healthy. We call each other about THREE times a day (we're getting a new apartment and signing a lease and MOVING during all of this. It's nuts and stressful to deal with, more than anything). We facetime several times a day (We both prefer Bill NOT in the room when she talks with me or Facetimes; he's been good with that). And yes, several nights a week me and my wife will jerk off via Facetime together. Both of us are usually in the tub (hers is just a nice big Jacuzzi right now Lol).
So Hillary WAS supposed to come home this morning, but she asked if it could be pushed to Monday. 'Give Bill the weekend', she told me. Insisting he won't be getting pussy for some time. She is kind of right. Bill gets OBNOXIOUS, DANGEROUS, RECKLESS and VERY ***** when he doesn't get laid for more than about three days. Hillary has seen it now. One time, my buddies from home were telling me Bill was getting dangerously *****, and driving WASTED and starting fights. They'd send videos. Me and Hill watched. My wife legit looked at me with the most SERIOUS look I'd ever seen and said "I gotta give him pussy babe." Then that weekend she boarded a five hour train and spent two nights with him in a hotel. My buddies said the next weekend the dude was a DIFFERENT human being. They had no idea why. Lol!
So I caved in and let her stay the weekend.
They're supposedly out of beer as of Thursday. Bill's PISSED. Lol. Nothing but Gatorade and pasta in my house. Lol!
Hillary says my parents Jacuzzi is getting gross. She tries to clean it everyday, but Bill's cum is getting into the jets she thinks. She says she'll be in the tub, by herself watching the Walking Dead and his cum comes out of the goddamn jets.
They moved my parents upstairs couch downstairs to the den, since it connects (which I never knew). They can both now lay down and crash on the couch with the 'good' TV. I guess Hillary HATES my waterbed. She says you can't fuck in it at all, 'it moves too much'. She has never said that with me, but I've heard other people say that. We've fucked in that bed.
Apparently my back deck (the raised one that's on the second floor that has the steps down to the yard, not the bottom floor one) is the 'best place to fuck' for sundown and sun-up. I asked why she was getting up at 'sun-up' and she said she can't help it. They both wake up at like 5:30 AM. According to Hillary 'fucking outside at sundown is the most romantic thing. It's LIFE". I told her not to let my neighbors catch them, but she said she wears a dress or a skirt, and Bill is behind her while she is on her hands and knees. It just looks like Bill is trying to "help her find something on the floor". They've already got an excuse she says. Lol!
Bill's mother left her LAST care package. First of all, she has been asking Hillary to REMAIN with Bill at my parent's house. Which is nuts. Why wouldn't she ask her to go to HER house. You know? She is telling my wife Bill NEEDS her in this time. Hillary told me she's annoyed 'AF" with Bill's mom.
Despite that she was SUPER happy with the care package. Bill's mom has been STRAIGHT feeding them every night for the past week. Leaving food on doorstep and telling them to 'wipe' the tupperware, take out food, and put tupperware back on front steps'
Monday: Linguine with suasage
Tuesday: Stuffed Peppers
Wednesday and Thursday: Huge bowl of home-made Chili
Friday: Homemade Pepperoni pizza they just had to heat up
Tonight: Left over Chili (Hillary: It was a huge tub...AND IT's FUCKING AWESOME. Would make me shit my brains out is so spicy. Lol!)
So skip back to last weeks "****** party" at Bill's house (Hillary still bitches about it lol). I forgot to mention that Hillary told Bill's mom Tequila makes her 'wild and crazy' when they talked about taking shots at his mom's house.
The last package this morning.
Bill's mom had the audacity to put two bottles of red wine, Patron Tequila (ya see, cause Hillary told her she gets nuts), chocolates, brownies, candles, bath bombs that have 'sensual smells', body oils, a bag of 20 FRESH unshucked oysters chilled in ice (which I think is like 50 fucking bucks). HUGE Bowl of New England Clam Chowder (score for Bill's mom Hillary said, she loves that shit. Which she really does).
Which is nuts because the stores by us (five hours from where they are) aren't even having the meats and seafood areas open.
She wrote Hillary a recipe for 'grilling' the oysters if she wants to (which they won't since its a gas grille and I doubt either Hillary or Bill knows how to use it). But Bill's mom preferred they eat them fresh and in the next '24 hours' to get the 'full effect' (and not get sick). She wrote that she didn't include 'protection' because they were adults and made their own decisions. Bill's mom would "support" whatever Hillary's decision was on what they talked about last week (aka her having a baby with Bill). But she urged Hillary to think about it and talk it over with Bill.
Hillary said they're DONE with the wine, chocolates and half the brownies as of 10 PM. Half a bottle of Tequila left. Lol! 1 bath bomb used. Bill HAD to give her a massage with the coconut body oil. He 'wasn't getting away with it' she said.
They have NOT used the candles she says. I thought they had, I guess there are a shit load of unused candles we have now. Lol!
She doesn't know WHAT to do with Oysters. She had some with me and she thinks they're gross. She says they're gonna 'shuck em and suck em' which she thinks is hilarious and I guess she read somewhere in a Meme.
But tomorrow is Bill and Hill's LAST day for probably a long time.
They're gonna do another private 'social distance' outdoor date. Hillary wants to go the beach near where we grew up. There is a boardwalk, and pretty good space to avoid people. Its about thirty minutes from my hometown.
If I know Bill, he's gonna get her ***** and they'll be fucking on this little private beach he used to take girls that's a few streets down from the public beach. You just have to walk over the rocks a bit.
I haven't told Hill. She hates sand like that and NEVER wants to fuck on the beach. No sand up her 'cooch'. You could get yeast infection she claims.
Bill and I have a bet. He says 100 bucks says he fucks her on the beach. She's gonna wear a sundress. I said no way. It looks like a nice day, no rain, not too cold. We will see.
Tomorrow it ends. Not sure if I'm happy, mad, sad or glad. We will see.
Though Hillary DOES say if I think she's going from getting fucked three times a day, to getting fucked ONCE a week, then I'm crazy. She'll re-quarantine in a week. Lol
