A quickie before you watch the tape....but of course, you're not involved!

You drove to your house fast. You wanted to turn on the tape the entire ride home. The thoughts of what was on the tape sent butterflies in your stomach. You could no longer hide that this excited you. You wondered what Bill had filmed to make Morgan so angry with him.

As you entered your home, you ran up to grab your computer. The feed from Morgan's house was already up. It was pitch black there now. You turned on nightvision to see the room in an eery green light. Bill and Morgan were under the white covers, and Morgan's arm was around his chest. They were sleeping. You went to the camera.

You realized you didn't have wires that were compatible with this Sony Camcorder. It was a rather expensive piece. You looked for something like a flash drive but couldn't find one. You'd have to go to the shop in the morning. You fumbled with it for several seconds. Next you found a menu, and were able to access videos. None of the videos had names, just numbers and dates attached. You selected the first one.

The scene on the small moveable screen on the side of the camcorder came to life. It was the inside of a bar. The cameraman swirled it around to see that it was a bar inside the airport. The cameraman turned it back around to look out to the runway. Just then, a familiar voice spoke above the din in the background. "I just got our seats switched to the front," Morgan said, and the camera turned to focus on her sitting in the stool next to the cameraman.

"I wanted to sit in the back babe," you heard Bill call, still a little surprised that he was the one holding the camera, but unsure at this point why you'd be surprised. The camera panned Morgan up and down, even in her "flying sweats" as she called them, she still looked hot. She had on a ball-cap covering her hair.

"Don't break that," she said as she ordered herself a large drink of vodka and tonic. Bill had a beer on the table.

He laughed, "I bought it for you anyway. Besides, its our first vacation! Say hi Morgan!"

Morgan turned and smiled. "Hi Morgan," she said in a mocking tone. She pulled the straw of her drink to her lips and took a sip. "Next stop Orlando, let's get druuuuunk!" She clapped her hands.

The video stopped as Bill lifted his beer. You were about to press the next button to start the next video, when you heard a commotion from your computer. Even in the pitch black you could hear someone moving. The floor creaked and a light in the bathroom went on. You switched the feed to see Bill holding his dick. It was erect, and he had a hard time peeing. Bill turned his head to look back towards the bedroom. You realized you had never watched the pair this late at night, always masturbating and falling asleep.

You saw him exit the bedroom. You returned to the feed of the bedroom, which was all in night-vision. Bill stood several feet from the bed and looked down at Morgan beneath the covers. She was now lying on her back, completely asleep. Her arms were splayed out on the side of her head. Bill stroked his cock. You hit record, knowing what he was thinking. He pulled the covers down slowly, until her breasts were visible. She was naked as he was. They must have gotten naked while you drove home. They jiggled a little and looked erotic in there more flattened position from her lying on her back. Bill kept pulling down the covers. She was still sound asleep. You could tell because her mouth was slightly open.

He finally got the covers down to her legs, he exposed her shaven cunt. You looked down from the ceiling camera now. As he pulled down more, her legs were in the perfect position for him, as they were spread apart.

Bill crept slowly onto the bed. His weight caused it to creak. You were shocked to see Morgan still slept. Bill got between her legs, with a stealth you had never seen before. He rubbed his cock. You saw him spit on his hand and rub it over his cock. Lubrication? You thought to yourself. You were right. He positioned his head at her entrance. He stuck it slowly in and pushed forward. His hands rested on the pillows inches from hers. You tried to figure if this was ****. He was taking advantage of her while she was sleeping.

He pushed forward ever so slowly, and you could see his butt clench. He was barely moving, but he pressing forward only centimeters and then pulling back out. You switched to a side camera. He had a strange look on his face. A look of concentration. Morgan, on the other hand, was still out cold. He must have really been enjoying taking advantage of her in this manner, because in less than two minutes, his head flew back, and he smiled with an open mouth. He kissed her left tit, and then pulled out with a loud "SQUISH"! He stopped in his tracks as he watched to see if she awoke. When she didn't, he went to the bathroom.

You switched to watch him in the bathroom. He pushed his now half erect cock down, and began to pee. "SHIT!" He whispered as two streams shot in different directions. This was a common occurrence when cum remained in the dickhole. You laughed, serves him right, you thought, as he sprayed pee all over the bathroom. He had just taken advantage of her, and he deserved to pay. You resolved to tell Morgan, even if she did discover your deviance as well.

You quickly switched back to an aerial view of the room. You zoomed down to Morgan's crotch. Cum dribbled out and onto the bed. As Bill climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over them, you realized her had done it again. Each time, Morgan was playing Russian Roulette. The more times Bill fired his gun, the less likely it was that Morgan was going to get away. His gun, of course, being his cock.

You turned back to the camcorder. You pressed play on the next video. It was Morgan pulling her luggage into the lobby of the large hotel. It was massive. "Holy shit!" Bill said from behind the camera.

Morgan pulled at his arm. "Turn it off, we need to check in. I want to shower and get out to the parade. It only runs tonight!" She seemed insistent. The video stopped.

You pressed the next video. The panoramic view of the pool of the hotel from the balcony came up. It was truly fantastic. They were almost on the top floor, and apparently had a deck. From behind the cameraman, Morgan called. "This room is so fucking great!" Bill swirled it to see her looking in the liquor cabinet.

They talked for several minutes, with Morgan thanking Bill for spending so much money. She then began to unzip the hoodie she was wearing. "Time for a shower." She pulled it off and threw it on a chair. She had on a white tank-top, and black bra.

She kicked off her Ugg boots and walked to the large bathroom. Bill followed. It was a massive bathroom. With a huge make-up counter and sink, a large bathtub/jacuzzi. Morgan didn't notice Bil was behind her and she pulled off her top. You could see her back with the back strap of her black bra. She unfastened it and it fell to the floor.

"Nice!" Bill said, which gave away his position.

Morgan turned around, and you had a momentary shot of her perky tits and erect nipples, but she covered them with her hands. "What the fuck," she laughed, "get outta here!"

"I wanna shower with you," he answered from behind the camera.

Morgan pointed to the door with her head. "OUT NOW!"

Bill stormed off with the camera. "FINE!" He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. You could hear water running loudly in the background. Bill's vision was your vision now, as the camera pointed back towards the bathroom. He creaked the door open a bit. It was enough to get a shot of Morgan. She was standing in front of the mirror. She was jiggling her left tit with her right arm. It gave you an instant erection. Bill zoomed in to her lovely chest. Her tits were perfect. The nipples were poking out as always. You wanted to lick them.

He zoomed the camera back out as she turned to the shower. She put her hand out of view, possibly checking the water. She seemed content. Then she pulled on the tie of her purple plush bottoms, the final part of her "flying sweats". The material fell to the ground around her ankles in a heap. She stepped out of them. She had on blue panties with only a strap at the sides. She began to slide them down her long legs, exposing her ass to Bill the cameraman. She looked fucking amazing. You wanted her so badly.

Again, it seemed Bill was always ready to beat you to the punch. Under his breathe, but perceptible to camera, he muttered, "Oh man....I gotta fuck her right now or I'll lose my shit!" With that he opened the door.

You heard Morgan yelp. "BILL!" As she covered her breasts with one hand, and then her shaven womanhood with her other.

Again, you were brought back to the present when you heard more commotion from the computer. You again switched to night-vision. This time, Morgan was no were to be seen. The covers were pulled down just above Bill's crotch.

You switched to the cameras in the bathroom. She wasn't there. Then you switched to the living room. She wasn't there either. Finally, you heard something in the kitchen and saw a light from the kitchen in the living room. You found her in all her naked glory in the light of the fridge, munching on some cheese. "MMMmmmmm...." she cooed in a dazed state. You remembered that she was a night eater. You forgot you once knew her in this manner. She seemed such a different person now. Even so, her body was so slim, and fit. you caught it in the light of the fridge. The perfect body for you....and apparently, Bill. Her breasts were erect in the cold of the fridge. They were always perky and never sagged. It amazed you. Her small ass was so sexy in the dim light, and her legs, even without heels made your mouth water.

You followed her back to her bedroom, and turned on the night-vision as she pulled the covers up. You were ready to go back to the video, when she surprised you. She pulled the sheets off Bill's cock enough to see it standing erect. "Mmmmmm......" she cooed in the exact same manner. "What do we have here?"

As she pulled the covers away from Bill and slowly crawled into a straddling position, you once again realized she was not the girl YOU knew. She grabbed his cock and eased it up. She let it fall and watched Bill's face. He barely moved. Morgan licked her hands, and then rubbed his cock softly. Bill finally grunted and turned his head, but he remained asleep. Morgan smiled down, "Someone is going to have a GREAT dream!" she whispered. Then to your utter shock and amazement, she pulled his cock up and inched her pussy down onto the shaft. HOLY SHIT! She was **** him now? Sort of? Maybe? You wondered if they did this every night, and wanted to go back through tapes.

Morgan's hands went to her nipples and she twisted and played with them. She cupped her breasts, as she inched further down Bill's shaft. She moved slowly until she was two thirds of the way down. Her ass moved slightly up and down. She put her hand over her mouth, and moaned lowly. With a sigh, she pulled off Bill's cock and rolled next to him. She pulled the covers over them.

You were so aroused that you spent your load. You fell asleep and woke the next day to see Morgan in the kitchen making breakfast. Bill came out scratching his head. "I had the strangest dream!"

Morgan laughed. "Let me guess you were fucking me right?"

Bill nodded, "How did you know?"

For the next several hours you were going to shut off the computer. No more distractions from the video.