Months pass...and you watch their relationship from afar like a loser!

It was late February now. Months had passed, since the first time your friend had touched your ex-girlfriend in a sexual manner. You had watched her fall. And like the sick coward you were, you put cameras in their homes. Today, you watched Morgan's empty house, and then switched to Bill's. You knew they wouldn't be home. Several days earlier they left for their first "couple's vacation". Morgan was going with Bill to a family members wedding down south, then they were going to Orlando together, alone. It was the trip that you were supposed to be going on with her.

Everything had happened so fast, You were too much of a wimp to stop any of it. As you watched them, you realized that Morgan was a wild Philly begging to be tamed. You weren't man enough to keep her. Bill, on the other hand, was confident cocky strong male she always needed. You watched like a pussy as Bill tamed her mind, and then her very own pussy. His cock was twice your size, and you never stood a chance against it. You always knew you didn't deserve her. She was always meant to be with HIM. You were just in the way.

So you spent the months whacking your pud as he fondled and fucked her. Now, they were on vacation together, and you found yourself looking at old recordings from the past months.

Despite dating for several months, Bill and Morgan's sex life seemed to be speeding up at break neck speed. They fucked several times a day. As time past, Bill and Morgan spent more time together. He barely left her house. She spent way more time with him, than she ever did with your loser ass. Morgan fucked and sucked and cooked and cleaned like the trophy girl she was.

To say Bill was satisfied was an understatement. Each morning, he would wake when Morgan did. She would shower and dress in a bra and panties and come back to bed with Bill. If she had twenty minutes, she'd get on top of him and ride his cock. If she had fifteen, she'd blow him right before your eyes. If she only had ten minutes, she'd jerk him off. Each morning, she'd get rid of his morning wood. You remembered him telling her he hated morning wood, and she promised with a joke to never let him suffer through it. After cumming, he'd fall right asleep until he had to wake up.

You felt ashamed at Bill's stamina. He seemed always erect. One day you caught him taking extenze (a penis enhancement pill). Then he'd take cialis he stole from his dad. As he showered at Morgan's place he would stretch his dick each morning. He was cheating, you thought, but what the fuck could you do. He'd always have an erection for her.

You had a pathetic collection of your favorite videos. You had to get a new harddrive to keep it all. Judging by the amount of tapes, you guessed that he had already fucked her twice as much as you had, and had only dated her a small portion of the time.

You labelled them all like the loser you are. Of course, there were tons of "morning sex" tapes. Then there were the special sex tapes, including the "Valentines Day" tape. There was also the "quickie" collection, which were short fuck sessions usually in the midday. Your favorites, that you whacked off to the most, were the "drunk sex" tapes. These were the ones were Morgan and Bill would come back from a night at the bars, or a Saturday date night. She'd be trashed and willing to do anything for Bill. Almost anything, as he still hadn't taken her in the ass. You waited, just as Bill did for that day. She insisted she wouldn't allow it. But you knew it would happen. Bill would get what he wanted. He had conquered every part of her. It was only a matter of time.

You popped in the "Valentine's tape". You remembered the day well, as you didn't have a date. You followed them like a pervert to the restaurant where they had a meal. Morgan was dressed in a tight yellow dress, that she swore she would never wear out with you. You noticed she squirmed in her seat all night. Finally, the two went home. You watched in your car, like a weirdo, and turned on the camera. Bill asked what was wrong with Morgan. She lifted the dress to reveal a pair of edible panties. They were melting on her crotch. She told him she had put them on before dinner and wore them all night. Since Bill's hand was constantly on her thigh or knee, she'd been wet, and the panties melted.

You watched him do what you would never do again, and it killed you. He didn't give a shit about the melted cherry panties. He just eagerly ate them off her sexy cunt. She was a squirter now, as Bill had changed her. She had some control over it, but not when she was drunk. Tonight, she was tipsy and she gushed in Bill's mouth as she stood above him. You wanted so to taste her juices, but you never would.

You spent your Valentine's jerking off to your former friend fucking the woman you loved, and she begged him for more each minute. She was clearly his.

You then clicked open another one of your top ten favorites. You were ashamed to be living vicariously through their amazing sex-life. This one was labelled "Morgan's Winter Project". The video came on, and you saw Morgan on her hands and knees working on stuff from work. They were in her den, and she was on the floor making notes on several papers. She wore a black tank-top, and blue jean skirt. She had no shoes on, as she worked. Bill sat on the couch and drank beers.

For some weird reason, you watched from the beginning, loving the build up to the ending. Bill was getting trashed, after several beers. He kept looking at Morgan's ass as she did work on the floor. Every now and then, she'd reach far to write something on a paper just out of reach. You noticed her ass cheeks when her skirt rode up. Bill noticed too. His eyes gazed over her like a lion about to pounce on a deer. He got up and began to walk behind her. He was stumbling drunk.

She didn't seem to notice a thing. Then, finally, she turned back to him. "If you wanna fuck me just do it!" She shook her head, writing notes, "You're being a weirdo!"

"You sure?" He asked, sipping his beer.

She pushed the papers away from her. "Sure, just hurry up, I need a break anyways!" She put her hands on the ground and waved her ass like a bitch in heat.

You watched, like a pervert, as Bill got behind HIS girlfriend, and pushed her skirt up around her ass. You could see the straps of her black thong. Bill pulled them down, until they were at her knees. He was already on his knees and pulled down his jeans. He got between her legs, and rubbed his cock at her pussy. It was already wet as hell. Bill pushed his cock in. "You wanted this too, huh?" He laughed.

Morgan looked back. "Of course, you think a girl always waves her ass around like that. I thought you'd be over here an hour ago."

He grabbed her hips and humped her hard. The sound of her ass smacking against him filled the room. "WHAP...WHAP...WHAP!" was all that could be heard. His balls dangled under him.

You saw his dick coat with her juiced when she came. He allowed her to ride out her orgasm and then continued to fuck her. Her head was down, and her hand reached under to squeeze his balls. He loved that. Too much, as he pulled out and jerked his cock. He cummed onto the ass of the woman you loved.

He then got up and pulled up his pants. He sat back down. Morgan pulled up her panties and fixed her skirt. She went back to doing work. It was as if nothing had happened.

Like always, your loser ass hadn't had enough. You opened another file. This was the one you called you favorite. It was marked "The Contest!"