The car ride to the resort! Bill makes a deal with me to "show off" Morgan to me!

As I watched Morgan getting ready for our double date with Bill, I felt like I was in a bad dream. First of all I couldn't believe I was watching my own girlfriend get ready for a date with my biggest rival, who claimed to be a good friend. What did she see in that asshole? From what I'd heard he treated girls like shit. Why they kept going out with him anyway was a mystery to me.

Even worse was the fact that my cock was secretly tingling as I watched her get dressed up for him, in clothes skimpier and sexier than she ever wore for me. She seemed to be so concerned with what he thought of how she looked. I was so jealous that she was making such an effort to please him. She didn't even bother getting dressed up for me anymore.

And worst of all was the fact she was making me help her get ready! "Does my skirt look short enough?" she asked me as she adjusted it in the mirror. "Never mind. . .can you kneel down and put my high heels on for me. That's a good boy, hurry up, he'll be here soon." She pronounced "he" with obvious excitement. I felt totally jealous as I knelt to help her put her heels on her sexy feet. I looked up at her legs once again in awe of her figure. I couldn't believe that soon she'd be showing those legs off to Bill.

Morgan practically ran to the window when we heard Bill's car pulled up. It was as if she had forgotten I was even there. His car was loud and obnoxious like him. She opened the door and he slipped his hands around her waist, squeezing her ass as they tongued each other passionately like lost lovers, totally ignoring me. He grinned as he tried in vain to lift her hoop skirt up over her hips. She slapped his hands playfully.

"Not while we're out!" she smiled, flicking another lick at his tongue.

"Oh, hey dude," Bill said when he finally noticed me, acting as if he wasn't making out with my girlfriend in front of me. "Hey I'm getting low on gas, since I'll be driving you, would you mind springing a few bucks?"

"No problem," Morgan answered for me, reaching into her purse and handing him the credit card with her and Bill’s name on it. The one linked to my account. Before I could protest, Janelle had come in to join us.
"Hey baby," she said, pecking me a kiss on the cheek. I was too preoccupied with Bill and Morgan to respond much, as I followed them in a daze into the car. I climbed into the passenger seat watching them paw each other.

We were barely out of the driveway before Bill and Morgan were flirting. Janelle kept trying to do the same with me, but she could barely get my attention. I was much more concerned with what Morgan was doing. I kept craning my head trying to get a view of what her hands were doing, but the headrests of the front seats were blocking my view.

Finally I managed to get the right angle in the rear view mirror. What I saw sent a mixture of jealous rage and voyeuristic excitement up my spine and my tormented cock. I could see the outline of Morgan's hand moving beneath a blanket she had placed over Bill's lap. She was giving that asshole a handjob right in front of me!!!

Bill acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. "So dude, who do you think got the best picks in the NFL draft?" he asked me.

"The Colts I guess," I mumbled, too stunned to say anything about what Morgan was doing. I could see her hand was alternating rhythms, moving faster for a few strokes, then slowing down to a more teasing pace. Every so often she would smirk at Bill and he would look over at her and smile. They were so into each other at one point he forgot he was talking to me. Then he remembered and resumed the conversation.

"Hey, dude, here's the gas station. Could we stop? I gotta go use the men's room."

I watched as he and Morgan walked off to the men's room together with his hand on her ass. They locked the door as I stood there filling the gas tank with a jealous erection burning in my pants. It was 15 minutes before they got back. Morgan was wiping her lips.

I finished pumping gas and had to go to the bathroom myself. After I went I started jerking myself in the stall, unable to stop myself from getting aroused at what Morgan and Bill had been doing. I left the stall door open thinking I was alone. I didn't notice Bill had come in and was draining his own dick into the urinal next to me. I was mortified, but he kept talking as if nothing was unusual. That was when I caught sight of his big dick for the first time. I instantly came watching him pissing, imagining how Morgan must suck that thing off behind my back. My mouth was watering.

"Hey dude, I'd be jerking off to Morgan too if I couldn't touch her. I'll tell you what, you’re my boy. Just like always, I'll get you a good shot of her ass to beat off too.” He zipped up. “She has the nicest fucking legs and little ass.” He winked at me, “but you know that.” He then thought for a moment and smiled. “”And MAN THAT PUSSY!” He shook his head as if in disbelief. “I could eat that pie all day. Her fucking squirt is amazing. You ever try it?”He said and began washing his hands.

I looked down, embarrassed I was getting hard again. “No….I….you…” What could I say? That he taught her to squirt and I never got the chance to taste it. That he had done what I couldn’t.

“I’ll get you a taste,” he winked again at me. “And I’ll do you a favor and show her off to you later tonight. We've gotta get her out of that hoop skirt into something sluttier, though. We'll stop and get her a skirt on the way."

I hated Bill for saying this, but something inside me refused to stand-up for myself. I didn’t know what or why. He always showed his girls off to me. But this was MY girlfriend. He’d be showing off my own girlfriend to ME! I didn’t know what to say. Words came out of my mouth, however, as if from some unknown place. "Uh. . .yeah I guess she'd look hotter in a shorter skirt. That long skirt does kind of suck." I nodded, unable to stop staring down.

Bill laughed, patting me on the back. “That skirt sucks! I hate when she wears it.”

For some reason, I chuckled out loud at the statement. It did suck. “Yeah,” I stated, “I hate it too. Why does she wear it?”

He smirked at me and zipped up, leaving me there with my cock dripping in embarrassment, the image of his cock still burned in my brain, mixed with the thought of Morgan in a short skirt.

They settled on a super-short mini-micro black latex skirt with fishnets. Morgan really did look like one of Bill's sluts now, wearing that with those super high heels. I followed along a few paces behind them like a dog on a leash as Bill openly displayed how Morgan was letting him shove his fingers into her pussy beneath her short skirt, in full view of all. I felt totally humiliated. I hoped Janelle didn't realize I was supposedly dating Morgan. She must think I was a total wimp.

Morgan probably did, too, if she thought of me at all. She was obviously thinking a lot more about fucking Bill after they got home. She was so wet for him I could see it glistening beneath her skirt and dripping down her thighs.

With the size of his cock, I couldn't blame her. I imagined how much she must have to stretch to take that thing into her tight hole--and Morgan did have one of the tightiest pussies I'd ever seen. Not to mention her ass. No way Bill could fit that monster in there, though. Morgan always refused to do anal with me, I was sure she wouldn't do it with him. That's why I couldn't believe it when he slipped a finger into her ass under her skirt and she didn't protest. She was acting like she liked it!

After we left the mall where Morgan had picked up her new skirt, it was all I could to do keep from touching myself in the driver’s seat. Shit! Why did it have to be my turn to drive? Janelle noticed my hard-on and started caressing my bulge, thinking she had caused it. Little did she know my fantasies revolved around Morgan's sexy legs and images of her kneeling to Bill's cock. And now since seeing Bill's cock in the bathroom I found myself thinking more and more about it. It loomed bigger and bigger in my mind. I came under Janelle's fingers at the moment I imagined Bill finishing up in the bathroom and teasing me with a huge close-up of his enormous cock.

Something was going on in the back. I couldn’t tell, but I heard strange noises. I was shocked when I turned around to see Morgan’s head buried in Bill’s lap. Was she sucking him off? Janelle said something and snapped me out of my stupor. “WATCH THE ROAD!”

I couldn’t look back, as Janelle was engaging me in some stupid conversation.

As the resort pulled into view, I could see Morgan fixing herself up in the rearview mirror after blowing Bill. She finished licking the cum from her fingers and then checked her makeup. After putting on her lipstick, she reached back to Bill’s lap and came up with some leaking cum on her fingers. She smeared it around her lips like a gloss and then smacked her lips. She turned to me with a grin.

"Does my lipstick look okay?" she smirked. I tried to glare back, but my cock secretly stiffened.

We pulled into the resort parking lot. Bill had me carry everyone's bags like a porter as we went to check in. He didn't take his hand off Morgan's ass the whole time he was registering with the clerk. He paid with the credit card linked to my account. He got a huge suite with two separate rooms. One for Janelle and me, and one for him and Morgan. I would be **** all night to wonder what they were up to in their own room.