Things begin to get outta hand!

Your system works perfectly. Which is good, since you paid so much, and put so much effort into this. You found out how to hook it all up on something called a "voyeur" site. Those people were sick, you thought. You just wanted to find out the truth about your girlfriend.

As the game begins Morgan plays conservatively, and doesn't do the flirty show she did last time. When Bill shoots, he is disappointed she isn't trying to distract him. "Not having as much fun?" He smiles. You can actually see the smile and everything. You have four different angles, from the north, south, west, and east direction of the room. You made sure that nothing would block your view. You put the view on four simultaneous screens occupying the four corners of your laptop screen.

She rebuffs his advance. "You're such an asshole. I can't believe you'd act like this when your friend is upstairs."

He laughs, "You were certainly acting differently these past few weeks yourself."

"Fuck you," she brushes his words off and takes a shot. Even if she isn't trying to distract him intentionally, the top is tight, and her nipples are visible. You wonder if they have been all night, you couldn't see. Each time she shoots, you and Bill can get a view of her thigh.

Bill finishes his coffee, then looks over to Morgan. "You want another?" She refuses and tells him it would keep her up all night. He shrugs his shoulders. "But I'm still pretty drunk, I shouldn't drive, unless you want me to stay here!" He says with a smile. Morgan sighs and begins to walk towards the door. Bill stops her. "I'm a gentlemen, let me!"

As he walks away, Morgan laughs at the gentlemen comment. "RIIIIIGGGHT!" She exaggerates the word.

You switch off one of the feeds to watch Bill go up the stairs. He goes into the kitchen with the two mugs. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Morgan in the two screens still in the basement. She is actually in the mirror adjusting her shirt, and licking her lips to fix her make-up. What a bitch! You are livid.

You turn back to watch Bill. He is pouring coffee. He stops at the counter and opens it up. He pulls out a vodka bottle and pours some in both mugs. HOLY SHIT! WHAT AN ASS! You begin to get up, but then remember that you needed to watch this play out. You weren't really sure why anymore.

You switch the cameras to all feeds in the cellar again. Bill arrives moments later. He hands Morgan the coffee. She takes a sip and almost gags. "What did you put in this?" She covers her mouth. "It's alcoholic!"

"An Irish Coffee," he laughs.

You are certain she will ask him to leave. Instead, she just laughs, "Such an ASS!"

They play several games, and Bill wins them all. Morgan is drinking the "coffee" faster now. She excuses herself after finishing her cup and goes to the bathroom in the cellar. You switch to the camera in the bathroom and watch her pee for the second time. She is looking at her phone with an annoyed face. Meanwhile, Bill walks back upstairs. He refills the cups.

Morgan comes out of the bathroom and looks around. "Bill?" She calls out. He returns and hands her the cup. You switch all feeds to the den. You again expect her to refuse, but she just grabs it and sips. She gags, "You got any coffee with this vodka!"

Bill laughs, "I know you like them strong!"

She breathes deep. "You're a jerk!" They go back to playing pool, and Bill wins more games. They talk about Hilary. "She keeps texting me that I'M an asshole, and a slut!" Morgan shows Bill the phone. "Who does she think she is!"

"She isn't my type anyway!" Bill smiles at Morgan.

"Eyes on the game mister!" Morgan giggles, a hiccup comes out. She is getting really drunk now. "You wanna play for money!"

It's clear Bill is drunk too, he is stumbling and slurring speech. "Fine," he chuckles, "you suck anyway!"

Morgan stands up in shock, "No I don't!" She reaches for her purse, "Sixty three dollars on the next game. It's all I have, but I know I can win!"

Bill agrees and gets ready to break. You watch as Morgan gets on the other side of the table by the racked balls. Bill stretches out and begins his warm-up ritual. To your surprise, she looks down at her perky tits and begins to brush them off. "I think I spilled some of my drink on myself." She brushes the tops of her breasts and smiles, "Did I spill some?" She looks to Bill.

You watch as he completely misses the rack. Morgan jumps up and down giddy. Her breasts jiggling before Bill. She fake punches him and walks past him to take a shot. From the angle on the other side of the table, from the camera on the shelf behind Bill's back you can see everything. The top of Morgan's cleavage is visible in the light. She shoots the ball and breaks the rack. Several solids go in. Morgan reaches over again and sinks another shot. She misses the next shot.

You watch Bill adjusting his crotch. He walks past Morgan and slaps her on the ass, making her jump. As he lines up for an easy shot, Morgan drops her stick on the side of the table. "I'm so clumsy," she laughs. You view the side from Bill's point of view, and can't believe what you see. Morgan bends down slowly and her skirt hikes up, giving him a clear view of the bottom of her small ass. He fumbles his shot again and misses. SHE DID THAT INTENTIONALLY. You are pissed.

This causes Morgan to have another easy shot. She sinks another ball, and then another. She misses the next shot. It's five to nothing, and she only has two balls left. Bill is silent now, waiting to see what she will do next. She grabs his cup and asks if he wants another drink. He nods, and then watches her leave. He waits. You switch the cameras to see her go upstairs. This time, she is the one who puts Vodka in the drinks. You are confused when she grabs a banana from the counter. She almost skips back downstairs, holding the banana in her hand with one of the cups of coffee. "What's that for?" He asks.

She shrugs, "I don't know, I'm hungry!" She peels it and watches him line up his shot. You are viewing from behind his shoulder, and can see Morgan perfectly. She isn't even paying attention to Bill. She licks the tip of the banana. You can see Bill's head is up as he is clearly watching her intently. As he begins his warm-up again she puts the tip of the banana in her mouth. When he is about to take the shot, your eyes go wide when she puts half the banana in her mouth. Bill sees this too and misses completely. Morgan apparently took too much in and begins to ****, she pulls it out and coughs. "Guess that one didn't work the way I wanted it to," still coughing. They both laugh loudly. Morgan eats most of the banana and hands the rest to Bill as she goes to take another shot. He eats it eagerly, as if it connected him to her. She makes the shot, but didn't call the pocket. "I'm a girl!" She stammers at Bill.

He grits his teeth, "FINE!" He watches dejectedly as she makes her seventh shot. One ball to go. However, she misses. Now he has an easy shot at his ball. They are all in the same general region. If he makes this shot, he has a good chance at making most of the balls. Morgan sits on the chair at the computer desk. you switch to the feed against the wall, to see her sitting there across from Bill with her legs crossed. She is looking at her nails as if she could care less about the game. Bill waits for her to do something, but she doesn't. He lines up the shot, and sinks the ball. The cue returns to a position on his side of the table, and he barely has to move. He sinks another shot. He eagerly waits, as do you, for her to do something else, but she seems oblivious. She looks at her phone, checks her nails, and watches the TV. When Bill only has two balls left, he is back on the side of the table that is across from Morgan.

Without looking up, Morgan laughs, "You're an idiot you know!" She smiles.

You can only see the back of his head from the view you have, since you opened this angle full screen, but you're sure he is as confused as you. "What are you talking about?" He asks.

Morgan looks up and shrugs. "You could have went double or nothing on our last game!"

Bill turned his head left and right, still not understanding. You tried to understand yourself. "You're not making any sense!"

A coy smile slid across Morgan's face. "I have somethings that are technically yours!" She stated in a husky voice.

"What?" He stood putting his stick down to his side.

The kisses were heartbreaking, the way she was beginning to act around Bill was killing you, but you sort of believed this was your punishment for egging on this game. But those things were only the beginning. Your true punishment began now. You watched as Morgan opened her legs. She lifted the top of her skirt with her hands. Your heart beat a mile a minute. You could clearly see her panties. They were the turquoise ones she had been wearing on and off for weeks now. She was outwardly displaying herself fro Bill. "Your panties!" She laughed. "Take your shot!" She said, keeping the top of her skirt lifted.

There was no way he could concentrate now. No way the shot was going in. He missed. Morgan got up and walked over to him. She pushed him aside and then sinks the eight ball. She comes around and picks up the money with a jump and a skip. She is on the other side of the table now, facing the back door.

She couldn't see Bill coming around from the side. He grabs her arm and pulls her to him. He leans in to kiss her but she backs away. You actually laugh to yourself, that was the second denial Bill, you say to yourself. Third times the charm.

Bill is visibly angry now. This worries you. What is he going to do. He grabs her arm. "You owe me!"

Her face contorts on the screen. "I owe you what?"

Bill points to her crotch, "MY panties!" He states. "Take them off!"

"No!" Morgan shakes her head and takes a step back, she puts the money back on the table. "Get out!"

"Take them off Morgan!" He tells her again!

"You need to leave Bill!" She adds about to walk away. She stops when he grabs her arm again.

"They are mine fair and square!" He holds out his hand.

You are sure she is going to scream at him. Instead, she bends down and reaches under her skirt. She pulls the panties down over her knees then steps out of them. She placed them into his waiting hands.

"GOD!" She is almost red in the face. "You're such an asshole!"

"And you love it!" He says with a smile, then grabs her chin and smashes his mouth over hers. You expect her to pull away. Or maybe you wish her to pull away. But she doesn't, her eyes close and her head moves to the side opposite his as she kisses him back. You watch in abject disgust as there second kiss is much more passionate than the first. Or is the word "obscene" better. Her tongue almost fights his. You switch to full screen on the best view of their kiss.

Bill's hand left hand goes around her waist, while his right reaches down to her skirt. Her ass is resting against the side of the table. You want to cry out as you see his hands slip under her black skirt. Morgan's legs open ever so slightly. You can hear a small moan escape her lips as his hand finds must have found its mark. You can't see up her panties, and all you can see is the back of his hand over her crumpled up skirt, but there is no doubt that he is fingering her.

This goes on for several minutes, and you look away briefly then look back. You hated them for what was happening. You hated yourself for pushing it to the point of almost allowing it. Now here was the end result. As her hand gripped his shoulder, and her other hand reached down and clutched the wrist of his invading hand you could see her close her eyes. Her body stiffened and her hips pushed towards his hand. You wanted to see how far this would all go, and now your girlfriend was fingered to orgasm before your eyes.

You sat in your bed in complete disbelief. Not only had it occurred, but Morgan had cum on his hand within minutes. Normally, it took you about a half hour to bring her to orgasm by fingering. When he pulled his hand away he brought it to his nose to smell. "Mmmmm!" He smiled.

Morgan shook her head and put her hands over her face. She must have sensed what this had all meant. She had just let this asshole womanizer finger her in her boyfriend's home. "That was soooooo bad!" She muttered into her hands.

While she was shaking her head in embarrassment and disgust, Bill was unzipping his pants. The NERVE of this motherfucker! He had just finished fingerbanging your girlfriend and now he was pulling out his cock. When he got his erect cock out he began to rub it. Morgan still had her hands over her face with her eyes closed. You were upset at the size of his cock. It was bigger and thicker than yours. You remembered him telling you that he takes special creams, uses a penis enlarger tube, and takes pills to increase his size and girth. It was working. He also bragged about exercises to make it larger.

"You're not gonna help me out?" He licked her ear and kissed her neck.

Morgan finally looked down. A look of shock came on her face. She put her hands over his cock about three inches away to cover the view. She turned away. "OH MY GOD! NO! GET OUT!"

He began to suck on her neck again. He whispered softly, "Not til I cum!"

Morgan shook her head back and forth. "I'm not sucking your cock! I can't....I can't!"

Bill continued to suck on her neck in the same spot as he had several days before. He stopped to say, "You don't have to do that!" With his left hand, he grabbed her right hand and pushed it to touch his cock. She pulled against his hand. You wanted to go down there and smash a pool stick off his head. He pushed a second time and she pulled harder against his hand. "Come on, once I'm done I promise I'll leave!" He again pushed her right hand down, this time to his shaft. He helped her by wrapping her fingers around his girth. Something inside of you told you that she wouldn't continue, but she surprised you again when her hand gripped his shaft tightly. She moved it up to the tip, causing him to grunt.

Morgan looked away. "Once you're done, GET OUT!" She began to pump his cock up and down. With each pump your heart beat as well. You watched as he rubbed her back his other hand in a tight fist. His eyes were closed and his head was back. You knew from experience that Morgan gave excellent handjobs. She used the right amount of pressure and speed. You just never expected to see her do it with your asshole friend. He was enjoying every minute.

So many thoughts swirled in your head as you watched her shuck your asshole friend's massive dick. You wanted to kill them both. But more so, you wanted to know if she was falling for him. Was she truly enjoying all this, was she lost to you. You had to know. So the game couldn't end yet.

Bill's hips were thrusting forward, he was all but fucking her hand. She must have sensed that he was close, because she finally turned to him with wide eyes. "Don't cum on the floor!" She pleaded.

"What do you want me to do babe?" He grunted still humping her hand.

She turned her head left and right. Finally, she saw the empty coffee cups on the table. She reached down, still gripping his cock with her right hand and picked up a cup. She placed it over his tip. She looked at his face, the same way she did to you, to see if you were close to cumming. She must have sensed he was as her hand frantically jerked him off. He let out a loud grunt and his face tightened. The cup blocked the view, but you could actually here the squirts. She didn't stop until she was sure he was done.

She held the cup and pointed to the door. "GET OUT!"

Bill laughed, "OK...OK!" He zipped up his pants after putting his cock away. He grabbed the panties and sniffed them. Morgan gave him a look that said "gross" and picked up her purse and phone and walked towards the stairs the coffee cup in her hand. Bill left with a happy smile.

You switched the feed to watch Morgan ascend the stairs to the kitchen. The phone vibrated in her hand. She checked the message and shook her head. At the time, you had no idea what the message said. Yet, the next day, you checked her phone. It was a text from Bill. He told her to drink his cum. She set the cup down, laughed, and texted back. She told him "never"! She poured his cum out, and washed the cup.

A text came through from Bill seconds later. "I knew you wouldn't!"

Morgan texted him back rather quickly, "You have no idea WHAT I would do!"

A third text came through from Bill in less than a minute, "I think I'm gonna find out!"

Morgan let out another laugh, and texted him right back, "In your dreams!"

Bill quickly shot back, "You will be!" This made Morgan laugh, and she went about showering and preparing for bed. He texted her while she was in the shower that he was going to make sure that his hickey was permanent so everyone would know she was his. She didn't even respond to that. When you saw her about to enter the room, you shut the computer off and put it on the side of the bed. You closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. Morgan jumped under the covers and was almost asleep instantly. You could swear she was smiling the entire night.

The next morning, you checked the texts, and found out the conversation. When Morgan awoke, you asked her about the night. She said that Hilary showed up and the three of you went to get a few drinks then everyone went home.

As you both prepared for work, you pointed to her neck. She didn't even try to cover up the massive spot that was now black, blue and red. "What's that?"

"It's a rash," she said, "at least...I think. It's fine."

"It looks pretty bad!" You answer.

She mutters under her breathe, "Worse than you think!"

"What?" You say astounded.

Morgan kissed you on the cheek and laughed. "It's fine. Trust me!" With that, she left for work. Trust her! TRUST HER! You thought in a rage. She wasn't even covering up the evidence of this affair. You felt disgusted, and angry. You were losing her now. Was it your fault? Fear began to creep into you. Maybe it was YOU who wasn't good enough for her. How could she submit each time to Bill. Did she really want him? You were worried that she had always wanted a stronger more confident man. Could you be that guy? You hadn't even realized that you were the one pushing this, and you had become so obsessed that you hadn't even touched her yourself in weeks. You didn't even think to now.

Later that day, when you were at her house for dinner, you checked her phone while she was in the bathroom. Bill had begged her for a "second date". Morgan had refused saying they hadn't even had a first. It appeared they went back and forth two more times, until finally Morgan just gave in. She told Bill that she was going shopping on her day off, and that if he was good, he could go to the mall with her.

The game continues.....