Date Night! And and End to the Weekend!

You sat at the bar watching the rest of college football games. You're mind raced with what was going on back in the room. Were they having sex? You remembered how Morgan said she wanted to “get ready” and have a nice night out. She was probably getting ready you thought, the idea of her getting ready to go on ANOTHER date with your friend brought your cock back to life. The effects of the Viagra were still strong on you and your boner actually hurt.

You felt so ashamed of what had just happened. You literally came your pants from your girlfriend simply rubbing her tight little ass on your hard cock. Not only had you cum, but it was probably one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Was this what Viagra did to people who didn't need it. You truly felt envious of Bill as he had busted several of such orgasms in and around your gorgeous girlfriend.

After ten texts apologizing to Morgan, you felt she may never talk to you again. She was pissed, you saw it in her eyes. Could you blame her, you had been acting like a freak all week, and it rolled into this weekend. As the minutes past, you tapped your fingers waiting for something, anything from either of them. The jealousy and the intense eroticism of it all were too much to bear.

Your phone buzzed. Morgan sent you a message. “You better be ready for your own date!”

This was all so confusing. You asked what she wanted you to do. She insisted that you bring the panties with you out to a restaurant. Since you had fucked them so much, they were basically your “girl” she said. You pleaded with her to at least do it in the privacy of your suite room. In your mind you saw yourself being arrested for bringing panties to a restaurant and setting them out.

She texted you back that she “doesn't care”, and that it was fine. Then she texted you that if you're going to “fuck her panties” you better treat them well. You asked her what that meant, and she said she wanted you to literally buy flowers, candies, candles and order room service. There was no leeway with this. It was your punishment and would “keep you out of my hair” as she put it.

You were angry at your newest role. Some subservient guy to her dating your asshole friend. No way, you thought. You'd had plenty of beers and gained confidence. “FUCK that. I'm going to find a girl and bring her up to the suite.” You gulped a sip of whiskey. Your words could lead to some heated exchanges.

Instead, she texted you back. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Go the fuck ahead and be my guest. The room will be open for you. Good Luck!”

You swallowed your pride and looked in the metal of the video poker machine. You adjusted your collar, and smelled your breath. There was a fat, pudgy, older woman next to you. You smiled and said “hi”. She returned your greeting. Then you clammed up and didn't know what to say. Your face turned red, and the woman gave you a quizzed look. She grabbed her drink and walked away.

At a blackjack table a group of girls was laughing and playing. You sat down and smiled and put some money into the game. There was a cute girl directly to the right of you. Her friends were smiling and having a good time. You introduced yourself and actually were not doing to bad. You won the first hand and helped the table win. The girls cheered. The blonde young cute girl leaned in and said “thanks”. Things were going well. You thought about shoving it all in Morgan's face, as you got her name, and learned they were here for a bachelor party. Things were looking good, so you bought the girls a drink.

From behind you, some other girl called out. “Isn't that the dude that like cummed his pants on that girl's ass in the sports bar?” The girls all looked at you, and the sluttier friend stumbled up from behind. “That's him,” she laughed.

You shook your head, “No no...I think you're mistaken...I'm”

But the cute girl nodded and her eyes went wide. She put her hand over her mouth as she laughed. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! IT IS THAT GUY!” They were all pointing and laughing.

You continued to try and deflect the truth. “No...it wasn't me...”

The slutty friend put her hand on your shoulder. “It's ok, that girl was hot.” She patted you on the back. “Some chicks are out of your league buddy. Own it. Fuck the ones you can.”

Another friend chimed in. “She TOTALLY tried to get her boyfriend to kick your ass.”

You stood up, “That's not her boyfriend.”

The slutty friend waved you away. “Go away dude. You're in denial.”

You walked slowly up to the elevator and took it up to your floor. Had it been two hours. You couldn't remember. You found the door was open, and you walked in. The television was on, and it looked rather clean. There weren't condoms and beers anywhere. They must be gone, you thought. That was good, you needed to jerk off and fast. As you unfastened your belt and walked to the couch, not caring where you did it, you heard Morgan over your shoulder.

“I knew you wouldn't find a fucking date dude.” She called and you turned your head. Your eyes almost burst from your head. She was wearing that tight yellow stripper dress she would never wear outside. The flaps over her tits, barely covered them, even though they were small. Her perky breasts could be seen at the sides. The mini-dress made her ass look amazing, and her legs, oh god you looked them up and down and felt your boner grow. Those long legs glowed from lotion, and now shined in the lights of the room. They were tanner than this morning, and she wore those lovely silver strap heels that made you lose it. Her make-up was done perfectly, with dark eye-shadow, and dark lipstick. Her hair was straight and dark. She looked gorgeous and you suddenly felt awkward to be around her. The way you were dressed, the way you looked and acted compared to her, it didn't seem right to be in the room with her.

You must have stared for a long time. Morgan took a puff of a cigarette at the door to the deck. She looked so sexy smoking it almost made you cum again. “Are you going to stop staring or should I call security,” she huffed. “My fucking eyes are up here creep!”

You were so awkward and unsure of what to say, you mumbled. “Sorry,”

She just turned from you, and you saw her small ass. You wanted to grab it. She puffed her smoke. “Did you REALLY thing that after your show down there ANYONE would date you!” She laughed. “You are right, you should STAY up here and not be seen dude.”

A hand patted your shoulder. “Damn babe,” Bill said from behind you, “smoking fucking hot. Like a fucking twenty outta ten.” Who buys that nonsense you thought, as Bill walked past.

Morgan actually went red and looked down at the floor. Bill went up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “We are gonna kill it down there.” Bill grabbed her cigarette and smoked it. Her lipstick was on the smoke. You watched them closely. Bill wore a black colored shirt, with boots, and jeans. His hair was slicked back. He didn't look good, you really couldn't tell, but as you watched his confidence with her, you thought about how much more comfortable they were together. They seemed to fit. Even if she was hotter than him and several inches taller.

Morgan rolled her eyes. “I feel fucking SEXY.” She pointed to me without looking. “If you're loser friend wasn't here, I'd be on my fucking knees right now Bill giving you a cross-eye.”

What was a “cross-eye”. You had to know. So you asked. “What's a cross-eye?”

Morgan walked over to you slowly, her heels clicking. She blew smoke in your face and you felt so small. “It's a blowjob dude. One so good I make your eyes fucking cross!”

Bill added, “Yeah man, you can't see straight when she does it.”

Was this real? Had you never had one. Morgan all but confirmed it. “You'll never have one dude, don't worry your head about it.”

Morgan sat down and crossed her legs, away from you. More bad body language. Bill sat on the inside between the two of you. Was he protecting her from you? You watched them chat and pour tequila shots. “Can you believe this guy thought he'd bring a girl up here.”

“You let him do that,” Bill looked at her.

She chugged her shot, and giggled as she finished it. “OF COURSE. This dude isn't getting laid. He should be LUCKY he even gets panties.” Her words were so mean, but the way she looked elevated her to the level of some punishment goddess, and your were willing to suffer. Sadly, she wasn't dressed for you, and this only added to your already painful erection.

At one point, your girlfriend got up and handed you the phone. “Take a picture.”You watched them get close. Bill's arm around her waist. You could do nothing but do as you were told, and they took a picture, like a couple, feet from you, Morgan dressed to kill and thrill. You handed her the phone. “Shitty.” She mumbled but began typing. What was she doing? Was she uploading it? You waited until she sat back down. You checked facebook, and instagram. Nothing. Then you noticed an alert in snapchat. You and several of Morgan's friends were listed. Most were girls you didn't know. You clicked on it and saw the picture of her with Bill and the caption “date night”.

This was **** of the most **** kind. So why was it turning you on so much. You walked back and forth. You tried to walk behind Morgan at one point to get to your bathroom to pee. She was typing on her phone. You saw the message from Kate. You'd met Kate. “Is his dick as big as you say?” Was the text. Morgan was typing. “Bigger...so much fun.” You couldn't believe she was talking about Bill in such a way. Even after sex with him. You yearned to jerk off. But something held you back. As if Morgan was over your shoulder. You couldn't do it with them here.

When you came back from the bathroom you walked past Morgan again. She was typing “It's so nice to not have to like WORK to cum during sex. It just happens.”

It crushed you to think she was saying these things. But a part of you felt relief that she wasn't still frustrated about it. As if she NEEDED this. Maybe she did.

It was around 9PM when they finally got up to leave. Had you waited so eagerly for this? Morgan pointed to the fridge. “I left a bottle of wine. Be nice to my “friend”,” she laughed and winked to you.

They left, and you ran to the bathroom. You found the panties hanging on the wall. You had to. You didn't care anymore and you smelled them. You sighed as her sex wasn't strong, but you put the silky panties over your cock and began to pump. You pulled your cock only four times and you felt the sensation build. So strongly you had to hold the wall. “FUCCCCCKKKKK!” You shouted as another powerful orgasm racked your body. You felt such a relief of tension.

After several minutes, you got a beer and went to watch some TV. You needed a good laugh, and turned on Family Guy. Your phone buzzed. It was Morgan. She asked how the date was going. She sent a picture of the restaurant they were at with wine and candles. You said things were fine. She insisted on a picture. You told her not right now. She got angry and said “NOW! OR THIS WILL NEVER END YOU FUCKING WORM!”

Her words were so strong, and you felt your heart race. You went about setting the table. You brought out the candles and wine. The wine had already been opened. Jesus, these two drink, you thought. After setting the table. You took a pic. She got back to you. “Where is she?” Was this serious. You walked slowly to your room and retrieved the panties. They were caked in cum. You placed it on the table, trying to hid the cum. You took the pic and sent it.

A moment later, Morgan sent a group message. With you and Bill. It read. “You better catch up Bill, this guy already got laid.” She had zoomed into the table and placed an arrow next to a leak of cum on the table. Bill just responded “Lol”. Morgan added. “We got a stud up there. Never knew.” The humiliation was so grand, but it also set your cock to twelve again.

Ten seconds later, you got a private text. “You better buy her dinner “stud”.” So dejectedly, you called room service and ordered a steak. Then you realized Morgan would flip out if you didn't order “her” a steak. A half hour later, you had two steaks, and lit candles. You sent a pic to Morgan.

You ate the steak and stared at the panties. You sipped the wine. It tasted weird, but you drank two glasses. You began to get a little tipsy. You laughed to yourself and went over to grab the panties. Then you had a thought. You realized something. There were better ways to “get laid” you thought. You crept upstairs, hearing your phone buzz on the table. You walked into the bathroom. There before your eyes was Morgan's bikini from today. You looked at the crotch and saw a caked wetness. This wasn't from water. You picked up the bikini forgetting the position it was in. You were too far gone. You sniffed and the aroma, that intoxicating sex of your girlfriend lit your senses up, causing your pupils to dilate and your cock to stiffen. You ran back downstairs. You're phone was buzzing. You sat on the couch and took the fresh bikini to your nose, then wrapped the panties over your erect cock. For some strange reason, you finally felt comfortable, and at ease as you pumped your cock and smelled your girlfriend's panties. As if this was the right place to be. It was so relaxing, and you fully enjoyed the orgasm. The fourth of the day and going strong. It gave your pride.

As you sat back, cock spurting in your hand, a wash of tiredness came over. Bill was right, cumming hard made you want to do nothing but sleep. You closed your eyes for only ten minutes. The whole time the phone buzzed on the table.

You checked the messages. It was a group message again with You, Bill, and Morgan. Morgan was complaining about how you bought steak and Bill bought her a Quesadilla. It made you laugh. She was complaining about how you weren't answering for several minutes. “He's getting laid again,” she said. Bill added the “lol”. Morgan told him to shut up and that they needed to catch up.

A second message came in just from Bill. “She's trying to catch up,” he said, followed by a picture of her hand down his pants under the table, with his dick in her grip. Then he texted “how many times you fucked her bro,” he asked.

You shook your head, and for some reason answered. “Twice”, as you laughed to yourself. At least you had that over him, you thought. You're “date” was going better so far. You sipped another glass of wine, and almost stumbled realizing the bottle was done.

The phone buzzed in your hand. Morgan added to the group text. “Of course he fucked “her” twice. I put Viagra in his wine.” Bill added “OH SHIT! LOL! YOU'RE FUCKED DUDE!”

You're heart beat fast. NOT AGAIN! You had to get rid of all your cum. You sat down and sniffed her panties. It was too soon. Nothing happened. You decided the best way to get turned on again, was to follow them. Strangely, as jealous as it makes you, it also drives you wild. You left the room and went downstairs to the main bar that was in the middle of the casino. It took you thirty minutes to find them. Morgan wasn't hard to spot. She looked stunning. She stood behind Bill drinking a clear drink, while Bill had whiskey and played blackjack. She truly looked like casino arm candy. Almost like a prostitute, but you'd never say that. Not in a million years.

You watched as she rubbed Bill's shoulders. It looked like they were together, and it drove you mad, and got you hard. Your dick began to burn now. How many times had you jerked it. When Bill won, Morgan would jump up and down slightly. Many men watched her. Every man checked out her ass and legs when they walked by. You had to admit, the dude looked like the luckiest fucker in the place with your girlfriend.

Your cock was hard enough to go back upstairs and relieve yourself. The bikini was waiting to be smelled, and panties waiting to be fucked. As you did this, you wondered if this was the closest you'd get to a threesome. It made you laugh.

You checked your phone. Bill was asking in the group text what you were doing. You're face dropped when Morgan answered fifteen minutes ago “he's watching us from he bar. Like a fucking pervert. This is why he doesn't get laid.”

After another twenty minutes, the Viagra began to kick in. Again, you had **** but to endure the boner. The image of Morgan on her “knees” as she said burned in your mind. You tried to think of yourself, but all you could see was Bill's dick in her mouth. It seemed to make more sense now. In your mind Bill's eyes crossed and he told you how intense the blowjob was. You had to leave. All this stimulus. You went down to the bar.

From across the casino you saw Morgan in that dress, and Bill waiting in line for the club. It didn't take long for her to get in. You walked over with a drink and waited in line. You didn't have that luck and waited an hour. Still, it got your mind off your hurting erect cock. You knew this would be **** and it was. You came in to see them on the main dancefloor, Morgan grinding her ass into Bill in a drunken manner. Bill just stood there.

A group of guys talked about how “hot” Morgan was, and wondered if she was a prostitute. They all agreed they'd PAY for that. Lucky guy, was what everyone called Bill.

At one point they came to the bar. You were in a crowd, but not far away. You could hear them. Bill talked about how Morgan was being mean to you. Morgan insisted that YOU were having the most fun. Cumming every few minutes like a little pervert.

“You should have AT least left some fresh panties,” Bill said getting shots.

Morgan was not having it. “I don't want that fucking freak messing all my panties up.”

You actually kind of sided with Bill. Somehow the guy fucking your girlfriend was making more sense. Maybe he'd get you some of her panties. Was that what you wanted now?

You went back to the room confused and horny. You had an idea. You put the bikini back upstairs, feeling sad, but you had to. You took your panties, and cleaned the room. A group text came through. Morgan told you to “go to bed” and put on a fan or some app because “we're making noise” she added.

You walked to the back of the kitchen and went into the broom closet. It was big enough to fit in with some room, and had a small grate at eye level. It's where the water heater was. You could see out into the suite. You waited.

Half hour later, the door opened. You heard giggling and commotion. You saw Morgan and Bill come into the den. They were drunk. Bill sat on the couch and Morgan walked to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and bent down, her ass in that yellow dress swayed drunkenly.

Morgan brought out two beers. She walked back and handed one to Bill. Then she set one down. She sunk to her knees. “Ughhh....I've wanted to get on my knees for you all day,” she said as she began to undo his jeans. “It's all I've thought about.” Oddly, it was all YOU thought about. She got your friend's cock out and you saw it all. There was an eagerness to her, even in her drunken state. She began to suck him down into her mouth hard and fast. It was a break neck speed. He just sat there on the couch as your girlfriend sucked his cock, bobbing her head up and down, his cock glistening. You were rubbing your cock. Was it instinct now?

You looked at Bill's face. His eyes were crossed. He was getting this “eye-crosser”. It was happening. You were watching. What did it feel like? He grunted. “Fuck babe, I'm gonna cum, ahhhhhh....” Then he did just that. Right down your girlfriend's throat. No **** now. Just a swallowing sound. You could see her neck muscles move as she did. He kept cumming down her throat. How much could she possibly take.

Morgan came up and wiped her mouth. She sat next to Bill and began to rub his wet erect cock. They chatted about the world once again as if she didn't have a cock in her hand. More like, it was Morgan talking. She talked about the meal, how rude the service was, how many guys hit on her at the club, how lame they were, how the place smelled like smoke.

There was still a game on, and Bill seemed interested. At one point, Morgan swatted him. “You even listening Bill?” She stood up and lifted the small skirt. Her pink thong came into your view. She slipped it down right in front of Bill. She then straddled him. You watched her grab that cock and position it at her pussy. She eased herself down and you watched amazed, in real life as your friend's cock disappeared inside her. She sank to the hilt, hitting his balls. You saw her heel clad feet and it looked so sexy in that position, her soles facing you as she rode this asshole. And rode him she did. Slow at first, but she picked up pace, until she was screaming loudly. “FUCK ME YOU STUD! YOU'RE THE BIG WINNER BABY!” She cooed as she humped him. Bill's hands grabbed her ass. “AAAAAAHHHH.....UNNNNNHHHH!” You swear Morgan's toes curled. She must have cum. Had he? How could he contain himself? Was it because he just came from a BJ?

Her body tensed and then became rigid, and then she became loose again. She lifted herself off his cock, and turned away towards your position. She adjusted the skirt and walked back to get Bill another beer. He seemed glued to the TV. She dropped the beer on the table and lifted her skirt again. This time she faced the TV. She reached for his cock and sat down reverse cowgirl. She bent forward and down to the table, humping his cock so he didn't have to move and he could see the TV.

“You're the best babe,” he said putting his hands behind his head as your girlfriend fucked him in his seat.

“I know how to be a great girlfriend. Keep the dick wet, the belly full, and don't block the TV,” she laughed. Did she just say girlfriend to him? Did he have a condom? You knew he didn't. Shit. It made you crazy. You watched as Morgan's body stiffened again, and then again. She seemed to keep cumming. Her face smiling the whole time. After twenty minutes she got off his dick.

“Let's hit the hot tub.” She cooed and waved a seductive finger at him as he watched her walk away. You saw her pull the dress up and off her head, until she was only in heels. Her ass looked amazing from the back. You could see her used pussy as well. You thought for a moment when she had done this with you. She whipped off her dress and walked naked to the bath. You didn't follow. You took pics. Bill followed.

This was your chance. You went out into the den and walked slowly towards your room. You looked over and they weren't in the hot-tub. They were next to it, facing away from you. Morgan was bent down and Bill was slamming into her from behind. She was screaming and moaning, but the hot-tub drowned much of it out.

You went to your room, panties in hand and went to the bath. You began to pump your hard cock, the images still burned in your head. So hot, you thought. Another amazing orgasm, and you cursed yourself for making fun of Bill. If this is what your hand felt like, you could only imagine a wet pussy or mouth around it.

A half hour later, you came out. You took a bath, and napped actually. Bill was right about that once again. As you looked at the den, Bill was drinking a beer. He looked back and saw you. He motioned for you to come over. “Great night dude, hope you had fun,”

You gave him a look of annoyance. He shrugged. “Beer dude?” He handed you one. The two of you sat and began to drink. It seemed comfortable again, no tension. Not from him at least. You talked about football and watched sports-center.

A minute later, Morgan came out of the main bedroom upstairs. She had on a black bra and panty set with fishnet stockings. “Bill? You uh.....what you watching?” Your heart pounded now. She looked amazing.

Morgan had done this EXACT thing with you. But you had made plans. Had to meet your buddies. Bill just turned to you and winked. “Nothing but you,” he said and walked up the stairs. She was laughing and giggling as he spanked her ass.

You sat there hearing them fuck in the room. Bed smashing, Morgan screaming. “I'm cumming...I'M CUMMING!” She seemed to continually scream. It sent shivers down your spine. After ten minutes Bill came back down. More beers, more acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Again, after a half hour, she came out. Now clad only in a silk gray robe. She crossed her arms and laid down on the balcony handrail. “What you guys watching?” she asked.

You couldn't even speak to her. What would you say. “Sportscenter,” Bill answered. He turned his head and you saw his eyes go up. You turned your head and Morgan had the sides of her robe pulled tight. You looked back at the TV.

“I'm going to take a bath,” she said. Bill turned again and the same shocked look.

You shot your head back, your girlfriend had her robe open showing her nude body to Bill. When you turned your head she pulled the robe back over her body. She crossed her arms. “Stare much.” She pointed at Bill. “Listen, I'm taking a bath. Pussy is up here. Loser is down there. What is your choice?”

Bill slapped your shoulder. “Sorry. Good pussy is too much to pass up.” You watched him get up and walk upstairs and follow Morgan into the main bathroom. It was so strange, these things had happened to you, Morgan had tested you before, but you had always chosen Bill and your buddies. It seemed rude not to, but now just stupid.

A moment later, you got a text. The group text. Morgan showed a pic of her bikini. “Looks like someone couldn't control himself.”

Bill added. “You lose the bet!”

For the first time, you added something. “What bet?”

Morgan answered. “Another weekend. We'll let you know. Bill said I should have given you a fresh pair. I said you'd be fine. Looks like I was wrong. You out freaked yourself.”

So you went to your room. You imagined the scene upstairs and found yourself jerking off in your own tub. The orgasm was again powerful, and relaxing. Of course, you jacked off twice more. You wouldn't sleep if you hadn't.

You woke to a knock on the door. It was Morgan. She was smiling at you and hugged you. “That was a fun weekend,” she added.

You were floored. You didn't know what to say. “Where is Bill?” Was all you came up with.

“That asshole took off.” She pulled you from the room. “I'm sooo relaxed.” She began to clean and pack things up. “We need to hit up the pharmacy. I need some uh....insurance.”

So you checked out and took her to the store. You watched her buy the morning after pill. She had a strange song in her step and she almost skipped. She was glowing with happiness.

As you drove home, you didn't say a word. Morgan spoke about how much fun she had. How much Bill wasn't as bad as she thought. How relaxed she was.

“What about this other weekend?” You finally asked.

Morgan shrugged. “I care about you hon, I do,” she looked out the window. “I'm not DATING Bill or anything like that. I just need some weekends like this one. Uhhhgggghhh...it was SOOOO relaxing.”

“Can I come at least?” You asked nervously.

Morgan patted you on the shoulder. “Listen, you're a freak, I don't want to break up or anything, you're amazing, but you're stressful sometimes. So is work. I just want to get away once a month and just let loose.” She reached over and began to unzip your fly.

“What does that mean for me,” you asked, feeling her hands find your cock under your boxers and slowly rub you down. “Unnnnhhhh.” You groaned.

Morgan leaned over and began to pull the waistband of your boxers down. “We're still together hon,” she cooed as she bent down, and then her tongue swirled around your tip, “but once a month for a weekend I'm with Bill and not you,” she then took your cock into her mouth with a strange new sucking motion that made you fall forward.

“Fuck.... what is...what is happening....” you asked.

“I learned a lot this weekend.” She licked your tip as she spoke. “No offense, his cock is just bigger. Its nothing. Just reality.” She then went back to the strong sucking using her tongue on the bottom of your shaft. It seemed effortless. She began to suck harder and your eyes crossed. You jerked the wheel and came in under a minute. She sucked your entire load down. You were off the road, and stopped. You had to catch your breath.

“So you like the eye-crosser?” She asked. You nodded. She added, “Do we have a deal then?”

You accepted your place. You told her it would be hard since he sort of dated her friend Hillary. She just laughed and said he isn't into that “fat girl”. It seemed so weird since she was Morgan's friend. Always competition. Maybe more so with women than men. She told you that you couldn't come on the weekends with Bill, and she wasn't with you those weekends. At all. In any way. But she'd make it worth your while before and after. So you agreed.

That night you went to bed together as if the weekend didn't happen. You made your “move” to have sex, by rubbing her thigh. She laughed and said that you “don't want that right now”. Whatever that meant. You figured it was the condition of her pussy.

As she slept with a wide smile, you needed release. You went to the guest bedroom and turned on the computer. You went to pornhub, and googled a bunch of things. Then you had a thought. You googled recent couples fucking at casino. That's when you saw it. A video of Morgan and Bill. They were now online. You sat there masturbating to the video that you had seen wondering what life was like now.

Any ideas of where to go? Where should Morgan and Bill go? Do you follow? Does anyone like this thread? Third Wheel? Harmless friend? Or does she make you do weird stuff?