Everything looks better in red!

I watched from across the river that was in back of Morgan's house. I still had a good view from here of the sliding doors on her deck. It gave me a view into her living room. Using binoculars, I zoomed in to see Morgan doing yoga. My girlfriend sure did like to keep fit. At that moment, it wasn't me getting the “view” so to speak, as my asshole friend was on her couch just watching her tight ass in the yoga pants. I watched the jerk walk up and smack her on the ass. It was something I had seen him do in the past before all of this, and back then Morgan would have walloped him and complained to me. Given the night, and amount I was drinking, Bill and I might have gotten into an argument. This was different. Now she just turned her head and laughed.

She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest somewhat defensively. I watched them talk, and it looked like an argument, though a playful one. Bill kept pointing to the hall to the master bedroom, and Morgan just kept shaking her head. Finally, she sighed and rolled her eyes, and then left the living room. Bill got a beer out of the fridge and sat back down. I watched him for what seemed like two hours, it's not like I had anything to do that Saturday. I was surprisingly annoyed by the lack of “mischief” between these two. I was almost eager to see something happen, anything really. It had gone from jealous confirmation of their affair, to unusual interest in their antics. There was just something about the way Morgan responded to Bill, that she never had with me. There was a sexual energy and something akin to sexual freedom in the way she moved and acted around him. I hated to admit it, but the version of my girlfriend Bill was now seeing was far more sexy and fun. I was hard as a rock all morning.

It must have been around 10:30 in the morning, when I decided it was time to leave. Nothing was happening, and I was getting bored. There were several errands I needed to run, such as doing laundry, and getting groceries. I started my car, and drove down the road away from my vantage point. As I did, my phone buzzed. I noticed it was blinking yellow, which meant I had a “Snapchat” message. I was shocked to see it was from Bill, as I wasn't even sure he had the app, or knew how to use it.

I opened the app, and clicked on the picture message. My eyes bugged out when I saw the picture of Morgan in her living room, in a tight red mini-dress, with tan platform heels. The dress hugged her tight body, and made her ass look round and firm. My heart skipped a beat, and I slammed on the breaks. I pulled over and stared for several minutes at the picture, trying desperately to save it to the phone. I couldn't believe how amazing my girlfriend looked in this dress. It came down to her white creamy thighs, exposing her toned legs. Her hair was straightened and her make-up done perfectly, with red lipstick to match the dress. The platform heels were tan, and very long making her look almost a foot taller than normal. I marveled out how mature, sexy and gorgeous Morgan looked. This was not something I had ever seen on her, and I figured it was the “dress” Bill had been referring to. It looked more like something her sluttier friends Melonie and Hillary would wear, though I doubted either had the body to pull it off like Morgan. Even with her smaller breasts, the dress looked fantastic.

Stupidly, as I pulled over I put the phone down. That is when I realized I had erased the image from Snapchat. I cursed the gods for losing the picture, and my face went red. I wanted to see more of her in this dress. I needed to. Jealousy rose in the pit of my stomach, knowing Bill was getting her to dress this way, and she accepted his demands. That's when I realized something. If I wanted to see her in that dress, all I had to do was ask Bill. I couldn't believe how things had changed, as only months ago, the roles would have been reversed. Of course, that would mean she would have had to put that dress on for me, and I'm not sure she would have.

I was so hard, and so horny, I pushed my embarrassment down and away. I started typing, and kept erasing what I wrote in Snapchat, as I didn't want to come off **** or weird. This was strange as she was MY girlfriend, and I was basically asking for Bill to send me pictures of her. I swallowed my pride, and typed “Damn, she looks hot, let me see her in it again!” That wasn't too weird I told myself. I got a response from Bill, as he told me to “hold on”.

I parked off the road, and the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes seemed to go on forever. Finally, I felt my phone buzz, and a sense of excitement and anticipation rolled over me, and my already hard cock. It was a video message this time. I opened it to see Morgan smiling.

“Don't share these,” I heard her say. She must have no idea what he was doing.

I heard Bill grumble on the short video, “You look fine as fuck babe.” His words angered me, but there was really little I could do. She did a small twirl for him in the outfit, and smiled at him. I could see the outline of her panties, the dress was so tight. It looked rather odd.

“Everything looks better in red,” she winked, and the video ended.

I saved the video to the app, and sat there watching it over and over. Bill would know I saved it, but I didn't care. I was rubbing my crotch looking at her amazing body in that tight little red temptress dress. I thought about where they would go, if she were dressed like that. Personally, I'm not sure I could have handled going out with her in public like that. She looked far out of my league, or anyone I knew.

I came in my hand, a nice powerful orgasm, and found some tissues to clean up the mess. It was no surprise at this point that I was still rock hard. I decided to go back to my spot and see what I could observe across the small river. As I parked, I picked up my binoculars. In my mind, I was going over how hard it would have been for me not to fuck her, had I been in Bill's position.

When the glasses focused on her living room, I was treated to the sight of her pert ass in the red dress. She was on all fours on the couch, and her head kept bobbing in Bill's lap as he sipped his beer. I watched Bill smile widely, and then his own head fell back onto the cushions behind him. Morgan's head stopped, and then I watched her get up and wipe her mouth as she walked back to the hall and out of view.

Buuuuzzzzzzzz....

My phone lit up and gave me a jolt of surprise. I looked to see a new Snapchat message from Bill. The picture was of his half erect dick, covered in red lipstick. There was a small trail of either cum or spit on his wet dick. “Everything looks better in red” was the caption. Goddamn asshole, I laughed to myself. Fucker had just gotten blown by my girlfriend and I was laughing about it.

For some reason, I found myself responding, as if I needed to. “You're the man dude!” I sent the message and questioned why I was supporting all this. It was just so sexy.

I returned to viewing the scene with my binoculars. Morgan came back out with a small red pocket book and stood in front of Bill as he sat and drank a beer. She looked so sexy compared to Bill, who had a white wife beater covering his fat gut. He had on jeans and tennis shoes. They wouldn't even look right going out together I muttered to no one.

My cock was still rock hard, and I was wondering how Bill could just sit there with her on display like that. I would be fucking the SHIT out of her, I told myself, what is wrong with Bill. I got the answer to my own question, when Bill grabbed her ass and pulled her on top of him. I watched them kiss passionately, and again my jealousy returned. There was something so wrong about all of this, but watching them kiss was still so new and erotic. Bill was groping her small ass in that dress, and I found myself actually envied him. They stopped their kiss, and began to talk. What could they be talking about? Morgan stood up and disappeared around the corner, walking to her room. She came back, and in her hand was a box. I saw the yellow box and recognized it as condoms. She opened the box and threw one at Bill, then put the box in her purse.

Bill ripped open the small package, and while I couldn't see over the couch's armrest, I knew he was putting the condom on. This time, the jealousy was replaced by sexual excitement and an eager anticipation in my stomach. My cock was straining against my jeans once again. I watched her straddle Bill and lift her dress up slightly. Her legs were on either side of him, and I watched as she began rocking her hips on his lap.

As her rhythm picked up, my own rhythm began to match her pace. I was stroking my cock, right there in my car once again. I came hard in my hand, a minute later, and sat back to catch my breath.

There was a knock on my window. I jumped up with a start. An older man, with graying hair and a fat gut was tapping on my car. “You can't park here!” He told me. I was hoping he didn't see the mess in my lap. I covered myself with a hat, and rolled down the passenger window.

“Sorry,” I told him.

The man looked at me with a furrowed brow. “You've been around here a lot, you're not supposed to park here, its a private drive.”

“I'm sorry sir,” I nodded, and started my car.

The man hung on my window. “What's so interesting that you got o be here all hours of the day.” His head left my view, and I think he was looking over my car towards Morgan's house. “HOLY SHIT!” The guy laughed. “He's really giving it to her!”

I turned my head to see Morgan bent over and holding onto the coffee table, as Bill pounded her from behind. His pants were down, and her dress was up. Apparently, Bill didn't cum nearly as fast as I did.

The man was ogling the scene and it angered me. “She's smoking hot kid,” the man said using the word “kid” to stick it to me. “But you gotta head out,” he pointed down the street. “Don't bother the two of them kid. She's out of your league,” he blurted out and walked away watching my car.

I drove down the street and turned around the lagoon to get to Morgan's street. I waited for a half hour, before I saw Bill's car drive by, with Morgan in the passenger seat. I followed at a good distance, eager to see where they'd go.

They drove down the highway, and got off at the exit for the mall. I was shocked at the prospect of Morgan going out at around noon in such an outfit. Bill parked his car at one of the restaurants across from the mall. I went inside the bar of another restaurant and watched them out the window. Morgan and Bill sat outside and had drinks, and lunch. Her legs were crossed in that tight dress, and now she had on large sunglasses. The pair looked odd together to say the least.

After lunch, they crossed the street to go into the mall. I noted how much taller Morgan was than Bill at that point. She towered over him in those high tan platform heels. She looked so amazing, and with her was my short stalky asshole of a friend. I followed them into the mall and stealthy watched as Morgan walked from store to store. She turned a lot of heads, but it seemed as she was just another girl looking for attention, or at least it seemed that way to me. Her body language spoke volumes though, as her head was high, shoulders back, and a wide smile on her red lips. Bill looked like he was the king of the world with this beauty on his arm. I watched as she would bend over and look at phone cases at a kiosk, and my eyes, Bill's eyes, and the store clerk's eyes were trained right on that round ass in that impossibly tight dress. Everything looks better in red, I joked to myself.

After about thirty minutes, I followed them to a pathway in the mall that lead to the parking garage. There was some construction as a new store was being built, and I watched both Morgan and Bill walk down the long pathway and out of site. I crept slowly after them, and reached the parking garage. I walked around but couldn't find them. That's when I heard a slight moan coming from the stairwell. I walked slowly to the stairwell, and heard more moans. I moved so slow that my own feet couldn't be heard. I reached the stairwell, and looked down over the edge to the floor below.

“OH GOD I'M SO WET RIGHT NOW!” Morgan moaned her hands on the wall. Bill was behind her, his pants at his ankles, and I could see his condom covered cock slicing in and out of my girlfriend. She was bent over slightly, to allow easier access. Like Bill's pants, Morgan's small red thong panties were around her heels. Bill grabbed her dark hair and pulled it as he began hammering her from behind. “OH FUCK BILL! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!” She shouted loudly, her words echoing off the stairwell walls. I saw her body push back into Bill's, and her knees shook as she stiffened up. The contrast between the two was more evident than ever. This gorgeous taller model of a girl in a tight dress, with this short man with a slight beer gut in a t-shirt and jeans.

Bill grunted and pulled out of her. She was rubbing her forehead softly with a smile. I had a great view of it all. The condom came off and cum poured out and he threw it off to the side. I watched Morgan actually step out of her panties and leave them on the floor.

“You're not taking them?” He shrugged.

Morgan shook her head, “They're annoying me, and they're all wet anyways, they keep giving me a wedgie.” She looked in small mirror and adjusted her lipstick. “Besides, it doesn't look right with this dress. They're really cheap anyways”

“No panties,” Bill smiled grabbing her ass.

Morgan laughed and slapped his hands. “It's fine, just don't call attention to it.” The pair disappeared in lower parking garage and I wondered if they were going back inside. I waited several minutes until I couldn't hear her heels, then snuck down to where they were a moment ago. I saw the evidence of their little “sex crime” as the condom and panties were right there.

Knowing that I shouldn't I picked up the panties, feeling how wet they truly were. Almost soaking. She must have been excited all day. I pulled them to my nose, and the intoxicating aroma of her pussy hit my nostrils. It was strong, and got me rock hard.

I found myself pulling my own pants down, and I looked around to see if anyone was around. Hearing and seeing no one, I wrapped the small panties around my dick and began to hump them, almost in the same manner Bill was banging Morgan a mere five minutes earlier. It must have looked odd, me with my dick sawing in and out of a pair of panties in my hand. But as I came, I looked down and noticed how sexy they looked wrapped around my dick. Everything looks better in red, I laughed.