Before the mall!

At this point, I was sure things these my best friend was seeing my girlfriend behind my back, I mean, I had SEEN them fuck. This wasn't in my head. But how far were they going to take this, and what did it all mean for me. I had seen the “cuckold” sites on the internet, of little dicked boyfriend and husbands succumbing to the whims of their significant others and their “bulls”. Was I really one of these losers. My dick wasn't THAT small. Was my own friend, the asshole Bill my “bull”. I wasn't even really sure what these terms meant, and they were surely keeping this a secret. Well...mostly.

Friday night rolled around and I went to the bar with Morgan and her friends. It was Hillary who first brought up the subject of Bill. She asked where he was, and I told her he was working, which was a lie, since he had gone out drinking with his brothers. When I said this Morgan's face squinted, as if what I said had displeased her. “What's wrong,” I asked. She shrugged and said nothing. The drinks flowed, and Morgan was mostly attentive to me. She kept texting someone, which was odd since her main friends outside of work were here. What was odd was that she wouldn't let me see the texts, she kept putting her phone down on its face, to avoid seeing the texts, but I could see it hum and vibrate. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I got back, I crept up behind Morgan who was typing away on her phone. Melonie and Hillary were talking to new guys, as per usual. I didn't make my presence know, the glow of her phone could be seen. That's when I saw the name “Bill” at the top of the conversation. It said they had texted over one hundred times. From what I could see the conversation was like this.

Morgan: No whores Bill!

Bill: You're the only whore I want.

What an ass. I thought.

Morgan: LOL! That's right!

Bill: If I can't have bitches, then no little dicks for you!

Morgan: I wouldn't dream of it. ROFLMAO!

Bill: HA!

Morgan: It's not like I'd feel him anyway, after you. And he'd be done in three minutes. I'd never even know.

Bill: HAHAHAHAHAHA!

ASSHOLE!

Her last text was, “I'll get him too drunk to even remember, he'll be pased out. Trust me.”

Like hell, I thought, and tapped her on the shoulder. She instantly put her phone down and turned to me with a huge smile. “SHOTS! She shouted. I took the shot and quickly downed it, and her eyes went wide as she laughed. I'd need a good buzz to keep my anger down, and “other” parts of me. I was no “cuckold”. I'd just have a few and be good to go.

“Ugggghhhhhhh,” I groaned, my eyes adjusting to the morning light. My head pounded as I smacked my dry mouth. My eyes began to focus, and I realized I was in Morgan's room. The last thing I remembered was the third or fourth shot, and Morgan telling me about her “pedicure” in the morning. My head turned to see the empty bed, and I looked over to see Morgan adjusting make-up in the mirror.

“Wow,” she laughed, “Someone had a crazy night”. She came over and rubbed my hair. “How are you feeling,” she asked. I told her I didn't remember, and she added in the details of how I got royally drunk.

“Did we...uh....have sex,” it was so odd to ask, and to await the response. My heart pounded.

She looked down breathing heavy, “You couldn't keep your hands off me, you little pervert. You need to lock that shit up while we're in public.”

“Are you sure,” I asked again, remembering the texts, vaguely.

She picked up the trash and showed me the contents. Inside was a condom. “What do YOU think.” It was the last one from the pack she had bought days ago. I got up to go the bathroom, and could barely stand. She went about adjusting her tight blue button up top. When I got the bathroom, I expected to have split pee, which I always did after sex. I unzipped my pants, and noticed how hard I was, which was unusual after a night of sex. Then my stream came out perfect, with not even a little splitting. Weird.

“I'm going to my hair appointment,” Morgan called to me.

“I thought it was a pedicure” I grumbled. She stopped and asked what I had said, but I just waived. She told me to let myself out, and that she'd be gone on errands all day. My inquisitive mind about this whole scenario began to go wild. The bucket with the condom sat next to the bed. I picked it up, and looked inside. The condom had barely been unrolled. Against my better judgment, I lifted it out of the waste basket. It was my own condom for that matter. The condom was still slick with lubricant, and I noticed that there wasn't any indication of cum, or any strange smell as was usual. Had we truly had sex? Did it last three minutes? Did she feel me? I was determined to make sure she would next time.

The aching in my head wouldn't stop, so I went to the fridge. I opened it and saw an unopened eighteen pack of budlight. I rarely ever drank that beer unless I was going out, and Morgan NEVER did. I got some juice and drank it down. If Morgan was going to be gone all day, there would be no reason for me to wait around. Grabbing my keys, I left her apartment-style home. I drove out of her cul-de-sac, and right down passed the first street, oddly enough, there was Morgan, in her car, parked on the side of the road.. She looked right at me. So I stopped and turned around to the front of her car.

With wide eyes she rolled her window down. I spoke first, “What are you doing here?”

She flustered with her words, “I...uh....I left my.....purse in my house.” I saw it on the other seat, “my other purse,” She said and rolled up her window. She drove off back to her house. I sat and watched her get out and enter her home, she came out two minutes later with another purse and drove right past me, not looking at me, with a look of anger on her face.

At this point, I was determined to discover what was behind the texts and odd behavior. As fast as I could, I drove to the spot across from her home, on the street across the small river where I had watched Bill and her nights before. I jumped out of the car, and ran as fast as my legs would take me, up the river, and to the lagoon where it began. I ran around the park, and towards her street, making sure to use the back streets. Finally, I arrived at her house, and noticed her car was not there. I entered her home using my key. At least she hadn't changed the locks. I re-locked the door quickly. I wanted to catch her in the act, but how could I do this without causing too much of a commotion, or confronting her or Bill in an awkward way. As I stood in the living room and thought, I heard the door unlock, and my heart sank. I ran through the kitchen and into the back room, the door was open, but due to no windows it was completely dark in the laundry room, even during the day. I jumped behind the washer against the wall. This is where her cat would lay on clothes. I found him and he hissed at me as I pushed him away and took his spot. The cat scampered into the kitchen and then off to the living room, I heard Morgan's voice greet him. From this vantage point I could peak and see the large glass mirror above the TV and the mantle in the living room, giving me a view of most of the living room, but nothing else.

The ground creaked as she moved throughout the house. Some hair appointment, I thought. After several minutes, Morgan came into the kitchen and I could see she was clad only in a black bra and black panties that pushed up her ass. When she put them on they spread wide and were almost see-through over her ass. She looked stunning as she opened the fridge and nibbled on a snack. My dick got hard at the site as she bent over. She exited the kitchen and disappeared around the corner. My phone was buzzing, I luckily turned it to silent and vibrate earlier. My friends wanted to know if I was going to watch football at wild wings with them. I quickly was about to tell them no, then I thought to ask whose going. Everyone but me, and Bill my friend said. Then I told him I was busy and put my phone back in my pocket to avoid the light.

Nothing occurred for the longest time, then twenty minutes passed, and the doorbell rang. I heard heavt feet moving to the door. There was some talk, but I couldn't hear it. I looked over to the large mirror, and watched as Bill, in his Patriots jersey and blue jeans walked right into the living room and sat down. Morgan sat next to him. She had on her maroon stretch pants, and her Oakland Raiders t-shirt.

The smug friend of mine asked, “You get the beer?”

Morgan stood up and came into the kitchen, so I crouched lower. She reached in the fridge and pulled out two beers. She sat down next to him and handed him a beer. She grabbed the remote. “So you're cool with just hanging out and watching football here.”

Bill leaned over and kissed my girlfriend right on the mouth. “As long as I get pussy!” He said, and stuck his tongue into her mouth. He reached down and pulled the stings on her pants. Morgan playfully called him an asshole, then let him slide the pants off. She pulled her panties down for him, and began to unbuckle his jeans. I watched as Bill's rock hard dick flung out into the open air. The two wasted absolutely NO time, as Bill pushed open her legs using one hand to guide his cock. Morgan's legs were in the way, so I couldn't see my friend enter my girlfriend, but I knew they were fucking, her mouth opened as he pushed and they began to make out on the couch, while Bill humped her with his pants on. Even with white socks on I could see Morgan's toes curl. Her head went back as her hips thrust with him. Bill just fucked her down into the couch. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, and both grunted almost simultaneously. They kissed on last time, and Bill pulled up and out, and sat with a wet cock on the couch. He grabbed his beer and drank what looked like half the can.

“That enough pussy for ya,” Morgan laughed, pulling up her pants. She must have left her panties off, cause she picked them up off the floor, and walked out of view. I heard her calling from the bathroom about eating. She came back and walked into the kitchen. She walked right into the dark laundry room, only feet away, I was sure I'd be caught. I crouched down as low as possible. What would I say? Instead of getting caught by her, she just reached over and dropped them onto another pile of clothes on the washer. She left the room, and went back to sit with Bill. They were drinking and chatting, by my attention went to her panties. They were calling me like some siren, only feet away. They were cheating on me and betraying me only feet away, but my mind couldn't get past those panties. It had been so long since I'd even seen her pussy. I had to just see them. As I watched them drink their third beers, I reached up slowly and grabbed the panties, like a squirrel secreting a nut. When I pulled them to me, the odor caught my nose, her scent was so strong. The first thing I noticed was the wetness in her crotch, they were more see-through in the front than the back. I shouldn't do this, I thought, but I brought it to my nose and inhaled. The strong scent of her pussy hit my nostrils, and like viagra it cause my dick to harden so fast and so full it burned in my pants. I tried adjusting my seat, but it only made it worse, and I held myself back from cumming in my pants.

That's when I heard Bill say “The Redskins are gonna score,”

Morgan answered, “No way, they suck, Cowboys will stop them.”

“Wanna bet,” Bill looked at her. “If I win, I get a blow job!”

Morgan actually held her hand out, “DEAL!”

That's when they both became intent on the game. Morgan began to shout. “NO! NO! NO!”

Bill screamed out, “FUCK YEAH!” And jumped up. I guess he won.

“You got lucky,” she said, and began to unzip his jeans once again. I thought I heard Bill mutter “I'm about to.” She moved the table and sat between his legs. Morgan unzipped his pants, and pulled down his boxers. Jesus, what I loser I thought, boxer briefs are in, chicks don't like boxers Bill. I said this even as she began to lick his shaft, I had to admit, even somewhat flaccid he was bigger than me, but not by much. Morgan began to slowly lick up and down his shaft, using one hand to jerk his above her tongue while the other gripped his balls. Then she lifted her head up and put his tip in her mouth. Bill looked to be in utter heaven as my girlfriend began to slide her mouth slowly down his shaft. From this angle it was hard to see, but her head was bobbing faster and faster. Bill was running his hands on her back. His right hand on her head, something she NEVER let me do. Guess Bill can do what the fuck he wants. My own dick yearned for similar wonderful attention. I relegated myself to the idea that I at least had the consolation prize of her panties.

That's when Morgan lifted her head up, “So you always said I have a hotter face than both Hillary and Melonie.”

Bill groaned, “You do babe, you do! Your face is hot as fuck!” He was being honest for once, she was a hottie.

“Yeah,” she said licking his tip. “You're getting your dick sucked by a “ten”, isn't that what you said I was?” Bill nodded. She began to jerk his cock harder and harder. “Well, do you wanna cum on this hot as fuck face?” What the hell did she just say? Did my ears here it right? She always said that was disrespctful. Bill was yelling out “Yes!” at this point. “Well then do it Bill, cum on my fucking hot face! My face is hot as fuck and I want you to cum on it!” This was more than Bill could handle. He grunted loudly and Morgan put her face down over his cock. I couldn't see anything. My mind was in a haze. Had she let him do that? Just then Bill pulled out his phone. He was TAKING pictures. For my spank bank, he told her. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND THOSE TO ANYONE OR I'LL KILL YOU!” She stated and stood up. She walked over to the kitchen, and I saw it all. Bill's cum had coated her beautiful face, it was dripping all over. She was licking up some and wiping away some with her hands and licking her fingers. Who was this girl? My jealously was raging, but not as much as my boner, which rubbed my jeans. I watched her clean her face, and then come to the laundry room. She pulled down her pants and I could see the outline of her body in the light. She pulled off ANOTHER pair of panties. “You're ruining all my clean panties Bill!” She flung them towards the washer and they flew right off the side and onto my head. The crotch of her panties was right at my head, so wet, and so aromatic, a new smell hit my nose. The whole thing was too much for me, and I came, trying not to make noise as I splashed my own load in my pants. As she sat back with Bill, I told myself, that I was winning a little, as I was getting to sniff her panties. Bill wasn't. So there.

They must have drank seven beers each while I watched. How long had I been in here? They made another bet. Should Baltimore beat Cleveland, Morgan has to put on her schoolgirl outfit. I wasn't sure whose luck was worse, as I heard them scream back and forth about the game. Finally, it came to an end. Morgan mumbled about Baltimore sucking as she went to her room. When she was in the bedroom, Bill moved to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, and he drank a good amount of it. Asshole. He sat back down and then she came out in the “outfit”, the one she wore when they had first hooked up. She still looked stunning, in the tight white top that exposed her toned stomach, and the pleated skirt. I couldn't see the shoes, but since she looked to be like six feet tall she must be wearing high heels or the black wedge heels I loved. I hope she was wearing those, but I couldn't see.

Bill immediately grabbed her chest and began to bury his face. He pulled one of he pert tits out and sucked. She pleaded with him to at least let her watch the Oakland/Denver game. Bill pulled her onto his lap and she began to help him undo his jeans. Why even have them on Bill, I laughed. I watched in awe and amazement as she turned toward the TV, and I could see his cock jutting up under her pussy, since her small skirt was pulled up. No panties. Damn. I wouldn't be getting a third pair. Her long lovely legs were spread wide, pushing her skirt up, exposing the small hairless pussy. Another of Bill's demands. The mirror was in perfect place and I saw Bill's dick enter her. She actually rode Bill's cock as I watched, and his hands kneaded her small tits. “Fuck babe!” He called out, and I watched as his cum leaked from her pussy and down his leg. My girlfriend BETTER be on the pill, I laughed again. She got up and her skirt fell down.

She walked to the kitchen. It was the wedge heels. This little win for me had my heart beating. They were so sexy and made her legs pop. “Do I have to keep wearing this,” she asked bending down to grab a beer from the fridge.

“Nah, just stay naked. You might as well.” He said. This made her laugh, but she actually undid the tight top and let her tits free, next she pulled off the skirt. She walked into the back room and placed them on the washer. As she walked away, I saw her small ass, and naked form, and I came again. She looked so hot. I watched her reach up and grab a paper towel, and right before my eyes she turned towards me, and I saw the mess that was her pussy, Bill's cum dribbling down her long legs. She wiped up the cum and threw the towel in the garbage. Morgan went about grabbing things from the fridge.

“You hungry?” She asked. Bill nodded. It was odd as I observed my naked girlfriend prepare a chicken sandwich for my asshole friend, in the nude no less. At one point, Bill got up off the couch and I thought he'd get another beer, but instead, he got behind my girlfriend, pulled down his pants, and grabbed her ass cheeks. “Who's winning,” was her only response as he began to fuck her against the pantry. Bill laughed and told her not Oakland. Watching my friend's dick slice in an out of my girl caused me to cum a third time. See....I was keeping up with him. After he was finished with his quickie, she cleaned herself up and finished the meal. She sat the plate down, and Bill ate as she sat naked next to him with crossed legs, sipping her beer. “See, I'm good to you, remember that,” she slapped his arm.

A little while later, I don't know how long, I must have been in there for hours, since it was the later games, Morgan jumped up. “THEY TIED IT! THEY'RE GONNA WIN!”

Bill assured her it was still early in the game. But Morgan insisted, and she stated another bet. That if she won, he'd be nicer to everyone including me. Bill agreed, but if he won, she'd wear the “outfit” he bought her on a date wherever. “I can't wear that stripper outfit out Bill!” What stripper outfit? My mind reeled. He bought her a dress?

The game started to get out of hand in the fourth quarter and Morgan was pissed, “I need to do laundry,” she said and got up. My heart was beating fast, now I'd be caught. My nude girlfriend walked straight into the laundry room, and turned on the light. I crouched into a ball waiting for the inevitable.

I heard Bill's voice in the room too. “Don't worry, it won't be that bad to wear it.” I heard her call him “such an ass”. I waited for them to find me. Instead, I felt the washer move. Then it moved again, and squishing noises. I looked over to the metal holder for the sweeper, in it I could see that Bill was behind her, they were distorted in the image, but I knew he was fucking her. “Fuck babe, how is your pussy still so tight after like a dozen fucks!” I saw her hand right above me grip the sides. They were actually fucking inches from me now. The whole scene caused me to cum hard in my pants. I watched her hands grip even tighter and the washer banged against the wall harder and harder.

They left me alone, and I heard Morgan state, “How many times have you cum?” He answered six. Ha, I had him beat by at least three. Take that Bill. They walked back to the couch. Bill sat and Morgan stood in front of him. I could see her nude backside. “Ok, so how about this. I either wear the dress, OR I make you a cherry and whipcream pussy pie. Come on Bill, my pussy is your favorite thing to eat!” It sure is, I thought.

Bill shook his head, “I've cummed in you all day babe. Your pussy is torn up. I don't know.”

“I'll clean it and SHAVE it first! What do you say?”