Morgan dresses for a day at the mall, my loser ass doesn't approve, so she goes with someone else!

"Well I'm not going to let you go to the mall if you go dressed like a slut!" I declared, setting my foot down.

I knew as soon as the words were out of my mouth I was in big trouble. Morgan turned and glared at me with her hands on her hips in a dominant pose that showed off her curves.

"First of all, you don't let me do anything! I go where I want to go! And second just because you get an erection looking at me doesn't make me a slut! Besides you're the one who told me you liked me in this outfit!"

"Well I didn't tell you to go showing yourself to every guy in the mall like that!" I shot back, waving my hand up and down to emphasize how much she was showing. She was showing a lot. I had to admit she did look hot. But I tried to ignore that to hold my ground. "You went to the party like that last week and everyone was checking you out. Even that asshole Bill! It felt like you were trying to embarrass me!"

"Well maybe I was just trying to get you to notice me!" she yelled back. "It's not like you ever tell me I look nice. Maybe if you don't appreciate me other men will! At least Bill knows what he wants!"

I gasped that she had the audacity to say that. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

She grinned wickedly, seeing she had scored a point. Triumphantly, she turned to the mirror and began putting her makeup on again. "It means a real man doesn't need to have his girlfriend explain to him what to do when a woman who looks like this is around," she snorted. "Bill might be an asshole but at least you can tell he has a dick in his pants and not a pussy."

"I can't believe you think being an asshole who can't keep his dick in his pants makes him a real man!" I shouted. "Bill wants to fuck everything on two legs, he's not a man, he's like a teenage boy who just found out he has a dick."

"Well at least teenage boys know what they want," she snapped, adjusting her short
skirt in the mirror and showing off her profile, then blowing herself a kiss. "And I want to go to the mall. I'll leave you here to decide what you want." She tossed a towel she used for her lipstick at me and it landed on my face. She giggled. "Have fun playing with yourself while I'm shopping. Don't wait up for me. Oh and there's a frozen dinner in the fridge, if you want dinner make it yourself. Bye!"

Her heels clicked seductively as she strode out the door in her tight skirt. Her ass felt like a magnet tugging my cock. Despite my wounded pride I had to follow. . .

I knew she was mad at me after I yelled at her for wearing such a skimpy outfit, but I hadn't dreamed she would take it this far. I'd noticed lately that she was dressing more and more provocatively. At first I didn't mind because it was exciting to look at--she does have one of the finest pairs of legs I've ever seen. But then she started acting irritated whenever I'd touch or kiss her. And she stopped having sex with me. But she still smelled like sex. That was what really got me wondering what was going on.

So I decided to follow her to the mall. And I couldn't believe what I saw! When she got out of our car, she walked her way to the middle of the mall with a bit more strut than I usually see from her--almost like she had gained confidence in her curves and she was deliberately trying to get attention. She was getting it, too: high school kids, old pervs, the mall guard, everyone was checking her out as she walked it through the mall in those high heels. I was starting to wonder if she had turned into a slut, or at least an exhibitionist.

But it was worse than I dreamed. She walked right up to a guy waiting for her in front of the shoe store and kissed him right on the mouth! He slipped his hands over her ass and felt her up right there in front of the whole mall--and that's when I noticed it was Bill! That asshole was kissing my Morgan!

I wanted to run up and pull her away from him and punch him. But three things stopped me. First of all I knew Bill would kick my ass. Second I didn't want Morgan to know I'd been following her--I wanted to spy long enough to find out what she was up to. And third, to my own disbelief I found that my jealousy had rushed straight to my pants. My ears weren't the only thing burning: I had a huge erection! Embarrassed I sat down on a bench holding up a newspaper and slouching so I could see them but they couldn't see me.

I wished I was closer so I could hear what was being said as Bill slipped his hand under Morgan's skirt and fingered her while they chatted with the clerk. Morgan seemed to be showing off her legs to the clerk as she knelt down to try on a pair of come fuck me heels. I envied his view of her legs. Meanwhile Bill sat there with his hand on her thigh, chatting with her and kissing her. By the time the clerk had watched her finish trying on three pairs of heels Bill's hand was under Morgan's skirt again.

When she finally got up, she bought not one, but all three pairs of heels--on my credit card!!! Then she stunned both me and the clerk by slipping her hand under her skirt, peeling down her panties, and tossing them at him as he gaped in surprise. Then she kissed Bill as they walked on with his hand on her ass, heading for the lingerie store. She walked right past me without noticing me, she was so busy getting felt up and kissing him. My eyes lingered on her rolling hips as I followed them.

They walked over to a rather risque store, and Morgan began to look at really short skirts. Bill made his approval of one, and Morgan bought it...on my card AGAIN!

I waited for Morgan and Bill to come out of the lingerie store, wondering what revealing bra and panties she was posing for him in the dressing room to top off the skimpy skirt I had just seen her buy. I imagined they were probably fucking like rabbits in the changing room, they both looked so horny when they went in.

When they finally came out I could swear she still had a strand of cum dripping down her chin. They were laughing and his hand was squeezing her ass. Then she glanced in my direction and I slunk down behind the paper I was using for camoflague. I hoped my bulge and the fact I was stroking it weren't too obvious. I saw her and Bill walk over to the security guard and point at me. Morgan had a disgusted look on her face. I suddenly realized she thought I was a pervert! Bill put his arm around her protectively as the guard strode towards me with a stern look on his face, reaching for a walkie-talkie.

I quickly acted like I was done with my paper and got up to head for the nearest exit. I was conscious of my erection poking out as I walked. The guard walked faster as I walked faster. "Stop!" he suddenly called out. I took off. I saw other guards assembling. I had to cut into a janitorial hall to get out behind the mall.

I waited in the alley a while hiding with my heart panting before I dared try to slink back to my car. As I sat there and started to feel like I had escaped the guards, my mind started to drift back to Bill and Morgan again. The way his arm was draped around her. The way he took charge going to the guard on ehr behalf. The way he was grabbing her ass in public. Like he owned her. Apparently he did now.

I looked down and saw that my cock was standing on end. I felt humiliated, but I was so hard I couldn't help it. I started stroking it thinking of Bill and Morgan fucking in the lingerie store.

Just as I came a couple young teenage girls passed by and saw me with my cock out jerking myself off in the alley. "Eww! It's that perv from the mall!" they squealed. They looked at my cock disdainfully before leaving. "No wonder he has to perv, if that's all he's got!" they giggled.

My ears burned in humiliation as I came while they were insulting me. I zipped up quick and ran off before they could get security. My zipper nipped my cock a bit, which stung. My heart stung worse knowing Morgan belonged to Bill now. I wondered what they'd been doing while I was evading security.