You watch the video in your house...a video of Bill and Morgan on vacation!

You downloaded the files onto you computer. Then you went back to Morgan's house, and slipped the camera into the back of her car. You thought they might not know. And her alarm wasn't on.

You raced back home and turned on the video you left off on. Bill entered the bathroom.

"Shut it off," Morgan said annoyed. She pulled a towel around herself. You lost the view of your naked fantasy girl. The girl you once were with.

"FINE!" Bill said, and put the camera down on the sink without turning it off. Morgan didn't notice. Bill walked over to the toilet and pulled out his cock. He tried to pee but it didn't work. "Something wrong," Morgan laughed.

"I got fucking BLUE BALLS, my dick has been hard for days! We haven't fucked in a week." He sighed trying to push his dick towards the toilet.

Morgan laughed, "We had sex two days ago, it's not my fault they didn't book the hotels right and we had to stay with your brother and his wife in their room."

"You coulda helped me on the plane here?" He said.

Morgan checked the temperature of the water in the shower. "It's was midday and there were people everywhere!"

Bill came up behind her. He kissed the area of her neck where the scar he made was. "Just a quick handjob babe?"

Morgan elbowed him, and pulled open the glass. "We need to be quick and get ready. You need to get dressed." She pointed to the counter of the table. "Use the lotion! Besides, I don't really believe "blue balls" is a thing."

He dropped his pants to the floor, and his massive erection could be seen. His balls were tight and compact. They looked huge themselves. "They're swollen. Check for yourself."

You hoped she wouldn't do it, but she reached over and groped his balls. She squeezed as if she was doing a medical exam. "They are swollen." She took her hand off his balls and pulled open the shower. Her towel dropped, giving you a nice view of her small ass. She stepped into the shower and closed the glass. You could see right through the glass. She flicked her tongue out at Bill then lifted her hair in her hands. She put one leg on the other side of the tub and began rubbing body soap all over it. She did it slowly and methodically. You were jerking your small pecker. You wondered when Bill would do the same. He was taking his clothes off. You expected he'd be jerking off soon.

To your disappointment, you realized that Bill didn't need to do that as he slid the glass of the shower from the back and stepped in. Morgan turned her back to him, and you could see her small handful sized tits from the side as the water poured onto them, her nipples erect. "Get out," she muttered, "you don't want to shower!"

Bill put his hands on her back and pushed her down. It seemed he bent her over with ease. "Sorry babe, I promise I'll be quick!" He grabbed his cock and moved it towards Morgan's outstretched ass.

You thought Morgan would hit him for this intrusion. She made your heart skip a beat when she leaned forward, bending down more, and her hands rested on the wall under the showerhead. Water was hitting her back, "I know you will be quick," she laughed.

It must have been the water, allowing for lubrication, because Bill pushed his entire length and girth in with one thrust. It killed you that your girlfriend's vagina had become accustomed to Bill's dick. For some reason, you still called her your girlfriend. Bill was just her lover, yeah. That's what you told yourself. Though, lovers didn't go to family weddings together, or take long vacations. You put that outta your mind.

Bill's rhythm was hard and fast. The thwapping of his body against hers echoed in the bathroom. Morgan's hands seemed to push against the wall, as he hammered her forward. Soon, her body pressed against the wall. Her tits mashed up against the wall. Bill had followed her forward movement. He was impaling her against the wall. His hands gripped her small ass. "OH FUCK I NEEDED THIS!" He grunted.

Morgan's eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. She moaned, "I know babe. It's my fault." She cooed.

He was huffing and puffing now. "You're just so damn fucking hot!" You could see his cock slice in and out from the angle.

"Oh babe," she moaned, "I shouldn't tease you so much. I won't wear skirts and heels and stuff like that."

He shook his head, "You better not stop that shit," he slammed against her. "But you can't expect me to beat off babe," he told her. You didn't even think about that as you embarrassingly stroked your own dick.

She smiled, "You never have to do that, that's for losers," Her head rested on the wall below her hands, "You can fuck my pussy anytime, it's yours." Her words were nasty and like daggers, she never talked that way with you. "I've been bad," she said between breaths. "You can spank me," she turned to him.

Bill obliged her and smacked her left cheek with his left hand. It caused a loud noise and left a red mark. Morgan leaped forward with a yelp and a laugh, and only his tip remained inside her pussy. She pushed back against him until his dick was no longer visible. Bill reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Morgan's mouth went open with a wide smile. Her eyes were still closed. With one motion, he pulled her ass back against his crotch. His upper body moved over until his head rested on the back of her head. "FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCK!" He muttered. "UUNNNNNGGGHH!" You knew what was happening. He was unloading inside her. It was a rather long orgasm for him. He almost shook as it ended. Another turn in their game of Sexual Russian Roulette. You own pathetic cock erupted onto the bathroom floor of your own house.

Bill pulled out and drops of cum ran down with the water pouring on the both of them. Bill stepped backwards catching his breath, until he was leaning against the opposite wall. "I needed that," he said with a sigh.

Morgan bent down and picked up shampoo and began to rub it in her head. "Yeah ya did," she laughed. "Now let's get going!"

He stepped closer to her, and grabbed a bar of soap. He rubbed it over her back. He massaged her shoulders. This went on for several minutes. You decided to take a break and smoke a cigarette. The video went on for several minutes. You watched them play and lather each other up. They kissed many times. Bill paid special attention to Morgan's boobs, as always. She payed special attention to his cock, which was shockingly still fully erect. When they had washed all the soap off Bill pulled her to him and kissed her. He pushed her against the wall. "I'll be quick," he laughed.

Morgan finally stopped his advance and pushed him away. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Water ran down her amazingly tight body. You had a view of her cunt. It was perfectly shaven, as she did it often. No razor burns, or bumps. It looked like she never had hair there. This killed you, as she had always said that she didn't like this look, and itched her. She had no problems now with it, and it was utterly amazing. She dried her hair and exposed her body to the camera. Bill was still showering. Morgan looked directly at the camera. "IS THAT ON!" She shouted and walked over. The video went off.

You looked a the next video. It was only a half hour later. You expected it to be them at whatever function they were getting ready for. Instead, when you opened it, you almost spit out the beer you were drinking.

The view was of a large cock, going in and out of a pussy. The legs of the girl were bent at the knees. "FUCK YEAH!" Bill muttered. He was getting the money shot you were never able to get. Bill's cock was drenched with her juices. She was on a bed and he was plowing her.

"Oh yes, oh my fucking god!" Morgan's voice could be heard. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" She said over and over. You saw her lower body stop and shudder. Bill stopped his thrusting and allowed her pussy to push down slowly on his shaft. You swore you could see her pussy almost clamp around his cock. Her breathing came back to normal. She must have noticed because she shouted. "The fucking camera again," you heard Morgan's voice speak. "Turn it off!" And the video went dead.

The next video was only minutes later. You were sure this would be them at their "parade". Instead, the scene opened to the balcony. Bill was filming the pool. From behind, Morgan spoke. "I love this view!"

He turned the camera around to see her sitting at a table on the deck, sipping a glass of wine. "I love this view," he laughed. She was clad in a full body robe. "You can open that robe you know!"

She shook her head and sipped the wine. "You never let up!"

"Come on," he pleaded. This went on for several minutes. You knew Morgan wouldn't willingly display herself.

"Jesus fucking Christ Bill," she said and pulled open the robe, exposing her perky tits, and the top of her amazing pussy could be seen in the middle of her crossed legs. "You happy." She pointed to the camera. "NO ONE SEES THIS!"

Bill answered, "It's just for me, when I need to crank it out when your not around!"

Morgan pulled the robe back over her body, and sipped her glass. She laughed, "Whatever," she looked out at the view they had from the deck, "you can't even beat off right anyway," she muttered.

He chuckled. "What are you talking about?"

Morgan didn't even look back at him, she just sipped her wine. "You said it yourself, I'm the only one who can jerk you off good. You know it. You can't even do it right."

He laughed again, "That's true."

The video went dead. You masturbated again like a weirdo.

You fell asleep for an hour.