A classy Thanksgiving.....well....almost!

You paced back and forth, pissed beyond belief. Earlier in the day, you had watched them have sex for like eighth time in twenty-four hours. Now they were planning on spending Thanksgiving together. You had to see this, to see how far Morgan would fall to your friend.

When she arrived home that Sunday night, she had a spring in her step. She went about her routine with a wide grin, occasionally laughing to herself. You thought about texting her...fuck that, she didn't deserve it. That night, she sipped wine in a t-shirt and short-shorts, and texted Bill. You could tell this because you had the feed from both their houses. You had the computer constantly on now. Surprisingly, she didn't masturbate that night. She just walked into her room and plopped down, and almost instantly fell asleep.

The next two days were no different. no masturbation, just work for Morgan, followed by her daily trip to the gym, and laying out sunbathing. You wondered how she could still do it in the crisp November air. She now constantly sunbathed on her deck in the nude.

Wednesday, you were surprised when she was already home after you came home from work. Did she come home early? You could see her in the living room on the phone when you looked at your computer. She was writing things on a piece of paper.

"OK, so I'll make two pies, one apple, and one pumpkin." She jotted down on the paper. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

You looked over to see if she was talking to Bill. The feed to his room showed that he wasn't in there. You clicked it to the cameras in his den. You saw Bill's mom on the phone writing down things on the coffee table. You had no sound, but she was scribbling similar to Morgan.

You could hear Morgan speaking, and looked over to the split screen of her home. "How about I make the stuffing, I can make the best corn-bread stuffing!" You saw Bill's mom nod her head into the phone. MORGAN WAS TALKING TO HIS MOM? ABOUT WHAT?

The idea of Morgan chatting with BILL'S MOM about what to make for Thanksgiving caused you to lose it. You picked up the computer and threw it down to the ground. SHIT! You realized your error and picked up the computer. The screen wouldn't turn back on. You're heart skipped a beat. This was the first time you wouldn't be able to view Morgan in weeks. You picked up the computer and ran to the nearest store that dealt in computers, a Best Buy. You gave the guy the computer and he told you do to the time constraints, he wouldn't have it ready until tomorrow. SHIT! You drove home fast and paced the floor. How could you watch her. It would have to be in real life. You picked up the receiver on your bugs. Hopefully, Morgan would have a bag that you had bugged. Luckily, she did. You could hear her driving, or so you thought. There was music in the background.

Suddenly, you heard a car door open. "WHAT UP BIOTCH!" The voice of Hilary came over the radio. Good, at least it wasn't Bill. "Where to first?" She asked Morgan, who responded that they needed to go to the mall.

You drove to the mall and parked. For hours you searched, only catching words here and there on the receiver. You stood on the top floor. Looking down, you finally caught Morgan and Hilary walking into a store you knew all too well....Victoria Secret! For the next several minutes, you heard them banter over what was "nice" and what was "trashy". They came out holding several bags each. You watched them all the while as they shopped.

When it was time to leave, you stopped at a spot they would have to go by to get on the highway. You followed several cars behind until they stopped at a grocery store. You knew that going in would mean you were caught. You couldn't afford this.

An hour and a half later, Morgan came out with a cart filled with food! You followed her to her house and waited until much later, when you were sure she was sleeping. Bill hadn't come over. You finally decided it was time to retire yourself, and actually slept outside her house. You woke at the crack of dawn, and raced to the Best Buy. The computer guy told you another few hours, so you waited, listening to Morgan at her home. She talked with her dad, and then to Bill's mom again. Around nine in the morning you heard the door open.

Bill's voice could be heard, "Sup babe?" He spoke.

From the distance, Morgan called to him, "I'm in the kitchen," she was obviously preparing food.

You heard movement, and then Bill laughed, "You look like a school marm!"

"Asshole," she answered with a tisk, "This is my holiday outfit!" You realized you hadn't seen what she wore today, another first in several weeks. Bill asked if she needed help. Several awkward seconds later, she laughed, "Not THAT kinda help! Go sit on the couch and watch TV, have a beer or something!" You heard the TV go on moments later and silence save for the moving of pots and pans.

Finally, you got you computer back. You raced home to get a wall socket to charge it. Your own family called and you lied, telling them you were going to Morgan's. Within the hour, you were back online. Just in time to see who was really spending Thanksgiving with Morgan.

You turned on the feed of the kitchen, and then a split screen of the living room. Bill was drinking a beer. Morgan was in the kitchen, cooking in a white apron. She DID look like a school marm. She had on a long pleated green skirt that went down to below her knees. She wore a white button up blouse that was rather fluffy on her normally curvy body. You remembered this outfit, it was what she wore with you on holidays. She even wore the conservative two-inch black strap heels that you didn't really like. The only difference was that she was wearing black nylon stockings. This was rather odd, you thought, as she never did this. She only wore skin colored.

It was a pretty lame few hours. She just cooked while he drank. After his third beer, he got up and went to the kitchen. He got behind her and put his arms around her waist. His lips went to his "hickey".

"Cut it out!" She elbowed him. He just went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. You expected sex, and found yourself disappointed when none occurred. A knock on the door came, and in walked Morgan's dad and step-mom. She kissed them both and hugged them. They went to greet Bill who shook her dad's hand, and hugged her step-mom. They chatted on the couch while Morgan cooked. She pulled out a turkey a half-hour later. You watched your girlfriend serve her parents and Bill, you're former friend, and now enemy Thanksgiving dinner.

After the dinner, they had wine and talked. Around three, Morgan looked at the clock. "We need to get to Bill's," she said. They said goodbye to Morgan's parents and then Morgan pulled two pies outta the oven. She put them on the counter, and put a bottle of wine in a bag with a bow. She then retrieved a plate filled with stuffing from the fridge. Bill squeezed her ass when she bent down. Again, she slapped him. "STOP!" She pointed to the foods, "put that stuff in the car!"

You watched your girlfriend go to her bedroom while Bill did as told. She placed several items of clothing in a small bag. Some socks, some shorts, a t-shirt and a bikini. Why? Where was she going to stay? She threw a small pair of causal shoes in the bag, and put it around her shoulder. Then, to your happiness she picked up a bag you had bugged.

You watched her walk out of her house and get into Bill's car. "I'm ssooooo full already," she said and you watched them drive off. Morgan made sure they had everything. She fixed her make-up as Bill drove. She put on more lipstick. She asked if Bill's brother's wives were nice. Why would she care?

Again, something weird happened you didn't expect. When they arrived, they brought in the food, and you could hear a house filled with kids and Bill's family. It was a surprisingly uneventful time. You listened as Morgan helped Bill's mom cook. The men were in the den watching football. When they first entered, Bill's brothers pointed to the kitchen and gave him a high five. He just smiled.

You heard Morgan talk to the brother's wives, and play with the kids. At one point, she came in a sat next to Bill drinking a glass of wine. She didn't seem drunk, but Bill did. He must have been on his tenth beer.

Soon, the entire family went into the dining room to eat. You heard them chat and laugh. This was too weird, and a little boring. Later, they all went into the den to catch the end of the game. Morgan sat with Bill. She was trying to get him to stop drinking. After night came, Bill's brothers and their families got up to leave. That left just Morgan, Bill, and his parents.

"Can you stop drinking," she elbowed him in the stomach, when Bill's parents left. He refused. "You're a jerk!"

Morgan got up and left him in the den. You could hear her talking with Bill's parents. She was trying to excuse herself and go home. FINALLY, you thought to yourself.

Bill's mom insisted that she stay, "You're more than welcome too," she told Morgan.

You felt a stomach churn as Morgan laughed, "Well, I guess someone needs to take care of him!" They all laughed.

They all returned to the den, and Morgan sipped her wine, and they all conversed for another hour. Bill's parents got up to leave. He watched them leave and smiled. He turned to Morgan and kissed her cheek. His tongue was practically washing your girlfriend's face. His left hand moved to grope her chest. "All right mister, knock it off," she pulled away. "Someone needs to take a nap!" She pulled Bill up, and he stumbled to his feet. As they left, you switched the feed to Bill's room. Luckily, she was the kinda girl who took her purse everywhere, so you could hear it all.

The feed in Bill's room came up, as they entered the room. Morgan pushed Bill onto the reclineable chair and pulled the shirt off for him. He was blitzed by now. "I'm fine," he repeated over and over.

Morgan stood back, as his head went to the side. You opened a two camera feeds. One from behind Bill's head, and one from behind Morgan's. She stood with her hands crossed. "Honestly, I don't know why I put up with you!"

He smiled, and struggled to get to his feet. He pulled down his pants, and boxers in one motion. His flaccid cock hung out before Morgan. You were ashamed that it was still bigger than yours, almost the size of your cock erect. "Because you can't get enough of MY DICK!" His pants were down to his ankles, and he hobbled towards Morgan.

She shoved him back, and he fell onto the seat. "I don't think so!" She laughed pointing to his cock, "Besides, you look REAL excited!"

His right hand reached to the nightstand, and groped around. He pulled a condom wrapper off the counter. The first was empty. The second was still good. He drunkenly fumbled for the condom inside. He ripped the package with his teeth. You watched with a grimaced face as he pulled the condom over his non-erection.

Your girlfriend had the same bewildered look. "You can't even get it up if you tried!"

He huffed, and mumbled something.

"WHAT?" She had a look of anger. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

His hands lazily went out to his sides, "At least SOMEONE is trying! You look like a school marm!" He shook his drunken head.

Morgan nodded, 'Oh yeah," she took a step back and bent down to grab the bottom of her pleated skirt. "Would a school marm wear this!" She pulled up the skirt, WAY UP, to her neck. You looked at the feed from Bill's point of view. You had a perfect view of Morgan's under-outfit in all its glory. The nylons went up to the top of her thighs. They were connected to a frilly lace belt that had a red bow on it. Her crotch was covered in silk black panties. SHE WAS WEARING A GARTER BELT THE WHOLE TIME!

Your heart skipped a beat at the erotic sight, and you yelled out "WHOA!" in unison with Bill.

From the camera displaying Morgan's point of view, you watched in disgust, as you're friend/enemies cock began to rise to attention. She laughed, "I don't even NEED to try!" She put down the skirt. Bill, and you as well, stared wide-eyed as she unbuttoned the skirt, and it fell to the floor. The sexy garter belt ensemble looked so drastically different compared to the white blouse. She fixed this by unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled the blouse open and revealed a see-through black bra. You could see her erect nipples in the image from behind Bill's head. She looked down at Bill. "You gonna be a good boy?"

Bill nodded and almost bounced up and down in his seat. "That's better," she said strictly, and put her hands on the sides of the silk panties. She slid out of them and stood before Bill. Your girlfriend was clad only in a black bra and garter belt, with black nylons. Her heels clicked as she walked over to Bill. Morgan put one knee on one leather arm rest, and the other on the other side. She scooted forward till her knees were at the sides of Bill's chest. From the view from behind Morgan, you could see her small body dangling in the air, above Bill's condom covered cock. The heels, which you normally hated, looked so amazing from this angle the bottoms facing you. Her small ass eased down slowly. You could see the bottom part of her vagina. You zoomed the camera in to get a good shot of her now engorged and wet folds. They inched slowly down towards the mushroom shaped cock waiting to invade from below. You put this view on "full-screen" and watched her cunt-lips stretch as they found the erect target below. You heard her chuckle, "Twenty bucks says you cum first!" You heard your girlfriend tell your friend.

As his cockhead disappeared in your girlfriend's pussy, he responded, "I'm drunk babe," his hands grabbed her ass guiding her down, "you're gonna lose this bet!"

Your view was outstanding. The sight of her pussy falling onto his cock, wrapping it almost lovingly, and coating it with her wetness was incredibly erotic. You heard a muffled feminine moan, and by now, after several weeks, knew she was moaning into a kiss. Your girlfriend's pussy eased slowly down, until it reached the base of his shaft. Her ass rested here for a moment, touching his ballsac, before beginning its journey back up. You sat mesmerized by the sight of this. Your former friend's much larger cock, separating your girlfriend's cunt-lips. It appeared to stretch her to the limits, but you knew that they had already fucked, and she was accommodated to his size. This fact was confirmed as her ass began to pick up the pace, moving up with more speed. She eased back down, however, almost wriggling back to the base of his shaft.

This eroticism didn't last. Their bodies shot up and out of view. You quickly zoomed out to see him holding her by the ass in mid-air. He was sawing his cock into her while she eagerly bounced on his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his legs for leverage. Her heels again looked stunning in this sexual position, trying to secure herself on your enemy as he fucked her. They were still locked in a passionate kiss, but her moans grew louder.

She pulled off the kiss, and turned to his TV. Bill began to lick her ear. Morgan eagerly pointed at the TV, their genitals still locked in their own embrace. "Turn on some music," she pleaded, "turn on music!" He seemed to understand and agree, he moved her, still impaled on his cock towards the TV. She bent back and grabbed at the entertainment stand her hand searching for the remote. As she bent back, his mouth found its way to her bra covered tits, and he apparently bit her left nipple, however, in a soft manner. She found the remote and pulled it between them. His head had to come up. He was still humping at her with fervor. She pressed a bunch of buttons and turned the remote to the TV. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She muttered trying to work the remote.

Bill finally stopped his gyrations and spoke to her. "Click the "Television" button first.

"I'm doing that!" She said, hitting the button over and over.

He sighed, "Now hit the "Cable" button." He instructed.

She did as told, and turned back to the TV. She flipped through the channels. "Where the hell are the music channels?"

He told her to go to the "Five-hundreds". Something about this was even more disheartening than the actual sex. The fact that they would stop in mid-sex, with Bill's cock buried deep inside her, and nonchalantly discuss such trivial things angered you.

Satisfied, she placed the remote back onto the entertainment stand. Lil' Wayne's "How to love", echoed throughout the room. Bill looked at her with an annoyed face, "Happy now?"

"SHUT UP!" She put her hands on his shoulders. She pointed to the bed. "Get on top of me!" He obliged, and they moved to the bed. He plopped her down, his cock still attached, below him, as if they were one body now. He wasted no time and humped her down into his bed. His hands rested at the sides of her head and he fucked her hard and fast.

At first, you couldn't see a thing, and then she lifted her stocking covered legs and raised them in the air. She locked her heels around each other and arched her hips to meet his thrusts. From this angle, you couldn't get the money shot you had begun to love. Instead, when you zoomed in, you saw his cock slice back and forth and disappear behind her left buttcheek. You got a good view of his balls smacking against her ass as when he slammed his erect penis deep inside her. The look was again erotic, and you wanted to be the one between those nylon clad legs.

The noise drowned out her moans, but you could hear the mewls growing. She cried out, "OH FUCK! OH GOD!" Her hips pushed back to meet his hard thrust. She stopped for a few seconds, with his cock buried to the hilt. You could see her ass stiffen, and then juggle with a shake. When her hips moved down, and his cock came back, you could see the new slickness on the condom. Small droplets dripped down his shaft. She lost that bet.

Bill grunted softly from above the view of the camera. "You owe me twenty bucks!"

Morgan's breathing could be heard. "I'll have to figure a way to go double or nothing!" They both laughed.

You zoomed out the view to see Morgan looking up at him. Her arms were around his neck. "Cum for me baby!" She cooed. This made you sick. Her begging for him to cum.

He repeated a fast pace and humped her hard. Her hand reached down, and you watched her fondle his balls. Bill grunted, "I wanna cum on your chest!"

You knew Morgan hated this, but again she continued a long betrayal. She just smiled. "Go for it! Take the condom off!"

Your enemy pulled his cock out of your girlfriend and then rolled the condom off. He jerked his dick above her. Her legs fell to the side, and you could see everything. With one hand, she rolled his balls, while the other rubbed his stomach slowly. Bill picked up his pace, and you watched in abject horror as the first dabble of cum jutted out and fell onto her stomach. The next shot wasn't a dabble at all, and a large load splatted onto her navel. He jerked several more blasts right below her bra covered breasts. Spent, he fell to the right side of her. He kissed her cheek. She had a wide smile on her face. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out. "MMMMMMM!" she murmured. Her head fell to the side. His right hand stretched across her chest and rested on her right breast.

You expected her to get up. You expected her to get something to clean herself up. You expected her to get dressed. But she was clearly, no longer the woman you expected her to be. She just laid her head to the left side on the pillow towards the TV. Her mouth hung open wide, the sides cut into a wide grin, almost like the Joker's from the Batman comics and movies. SHE WAS ALREADY ASLEEP! Drool began to slowly drip out her mouth and onto the pillow. She lazily wiped it away, and groaned in a blissful sleep. You looked down to see Bill's gizz rolling down her stomach, and off to the sides of her waist. You watched them for an hour, unmoving, save to roll over. Bill's hand came around Morgan's chest, and she put her hands under her head. They were spooning now, and fast asleep. His cum had long since dried into a cake on her stomach.

Finally, you closed the computer down with anger. "FUCKING BITCH!"

In the morning, you watched them wake. Morgan went to shower almost immediately. Bill tried to follow. She rebuffed him. She asked if he was going to shower. He told her he would after a run. Bill went out for a run, and Morgan actually sat and ate breakfast with his parents. She didn't want to run in the morning with him apparently. You heard her tell Bill's parents she wanted to try out the heated above-ground pool in the back that Bill told her about, while she waited. They gave her a towel. Bill's mom said she'd be crazy to stay out there too long, as it was November and getting rather cold, however, it was a sunny out

You knew you wouldn't be able to see this. You ran down to your car and to Bill's house. You ran to the back woods, were the fence in the backyard faced. Slowly, you crept to a small hole, you remembered in the fence from high-school. You watched, you brought a new kind of listening device, one with a long circular antenna that picked up noise and focused so the listener could here at distances. Peeking through you could see Morgan on a floating single-person raft. She was laying in the sun, in a small red bikini, with one knee up, and large sunglasses. She looked hot.

From one window you could see Bill's father peering out. The tall older man was a rather lecherous pervert, you thought. Morgan was right, it was kind of disgusting, watching the old man leer at your young girlfriend. Could you blame him though, she looked great.

Moments later, you heard Bill in the house, and saw him come out the back door. He looked to the pool and smiled.

What now? You thought.