A night at the bar! Bill was right about something....

I got dressed after Janelle showered, still wondering what Bill meant by all this. I found myself masturbating again in the shower. Janelle wore jeans and a black top. She looked “nice”. I wore a polo shirt and khakis. We went downstairs, and Bill had on a white t-shirt and jeans with nice shoes. He looked rather under-dressed. He didn’t seem to care how he dressed. His hair was slicked back, and jet black. He had a smug smirk on his face, the asshole. He gave me a wink.

Morgan came out a little while later. My jaw almost dropped. She had on a small black pleated skirt with silver trim around the belt area. It barely covered her pert ass. She had on a tight white top, that clung to her small frame and pushed up her perky tits. On her feet were calf high black high-heeled boots. She looked fucking stunning. Her hair was straight and her make-up perfect. I was so shocked at how hot she looked. But it was Bill who stood up and went over to grab her ass and pull her close. “You look fucking GREAT!”

We all drank a lot more. We were all tipsy and more comfortable than before. Especially myself. Bill kept trying to pull up her skirt, he wanted me behind her. I didn’t know why. She kept slapping his hands down and rebuffing him.

We all went to the club. Morgan paid the bouncer with money she took out of the ATM with the card that was linked to my account. Then it was straight to the bar, as everything was on Bill and Morgan tonight. They bought shots right away. Morgan was dancing seductively in front of Bill. He just looked at her like a wolf. A voice from behind us called to her, “MORGAN?” Someone said.

I turned to see Morgan’s college friends. They saw her and she ran to them. There were two girls I recognized, one guy I knew and two guys I didn’t know. I was afraid. They’d remember me. I had no doubt. However, when they came over, and the guy “Neil”, went to shake my hand Morgan pushed his hand to Bill. “This is my boyfriend Bill!” She said. So she was finally letting it all out, at least here.

Neil stopped in his tracks, “I thought….”

Morgan cut him off just in time, “It’s a long story,” she went about introducing everyone to Bill first, and then to me and Janelle. They remembered me, and seemed weirded out. Soon, however, Morgan was buying shot after shot, and the large group was getting drunk. Bill was constantly playing with the back of Morgan’s skirt. She sat on his lap most of the early parts of the night. She would slap his hand away and continue to converse with her friends. At one point, the group was dancing. Morgan was grinding all over Bill. She was by far the hottest girl in the bar. But was she mine?

Neil came up and had a look of disbelief. “I can’t believe how cool you are with all this man,” he said. “I wouldn’t give up that piece of ass for the world!” He leered at Morgan. What a douche. Morgan told them secretly that we broke up, and not to tell my “new girlfriend” we dated. Now we were just “friends” she told them. Neil constantly hit on Morgan, as well as almost every guy. They didn’t stand a chance I laughed to myself. I didn’t know why I thought this. I laughed to myself in my head, not unless they were packing heat like Bill. Why did I think that?

Later in the night, I was dancing with Janelle. She seemed to be having fun. I glanced over to Morgan. She was chatting with her college friend. The college friend pointed at me. She was saying something to Morgan. My girlfriend put her hands on her friends and began to shake her head. She held up her hand and held out her index finger and thumb, as if measuring something. She then pointed to Bill, right at his crotch. His bulge was more than visible. I looked down at mine. It didn’t even exist. Morgan was laughing holding both hands out feet apart. The other girl mouthed a disbelieving “NO!” And Morgan smiled with a look of contentment on her face. They both laughed.

As the song finished, I finally walked over to the bar. Morgan was telling her friend a story. “I was walking like a waddling duck for a week!” She laughed whole-heartedly.

Bill nodded, “Yeah you were!” Bill came over and bought me a drink. He whispered in my ear, “You wanna see something?” He said. I nodded. Unsure of what else to do.

He called over Morgan. She came up and put her arms around him. “I’m getting WASTED!” She pretended to slur her speech. Bill motioned to the bartender for three more shots. When they came he reached out with several twenties (my money). He dropped it on the floor. Morgan bent down right in front of me. “You are so clumsy Bill!” My eyes bugged out of their sockets. I got a clear shot of her ass cheeks and her white panties. Her pussy lips almost winked at me. No one else was in a position to see this. She remained bent over, without bending her knees for several seconds. Bill smiled and nodded to me. He wanted to high-five above her. I was in hell thought. The small cock inside my pants now had a life of its own. It jutted out with an intensity and immediacy I had never experienced.

When Morgan got to her feet she turned to see my red sweating face. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I…..I need to use the bathroom.” I ran away from them and towards the mens room. Each movement caused my small cockhead to rub against my pants. It was the weirdest sensation, like I had to go the bathroom, and was holding it in. But this wasn’t pee, this was cum. I tried getting by several people, excusing myself. I had to get in the stall, and fast! As I moved my cock rubbed more and more against my jeans. The image of Morgan’s panties and ass and legs was burned in my mind. As I reached the front of the line, it was too late, I felt my balls tense. Then I realized Bill was right again. He was always right. And my cock jutted in my pants. “Unnnnh!” I fell against the wall. I had creamed my pants because of Morgan’s outfit.

“What the fuck?” A girl said as she looked across from the women’s line. “What the fuck just happened to you?” She looked down at my pants. They were beginning to soak with cum. “Did you just pee yourself? GROSS!”

Embarrassed, I ran off, holding my hands in front of my crotch. I tried to hide from everyone and move out towards the door of the bar. Morgan caught me. “Where are you going?” Bill was next to her. I turned away from her.

“I need to go to the room,” I said. Who the fuck cums in their pants, I thought. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.

She was trying to get me to face her, but I wouldn’t. “What a fucking weirdo!” She said and stormed off.

Bill put his arm on my shoulder. “What’s wrong bro?” I turned around and showed him. “Did you pee yourself?” I shook my head no. Bill seemed to get it. “Creamed yourself? I told you!” He laughed and left me alone. I ran away and up to the room. I changed my pants and came back down. When I went inside, Janelle was talking with Morgan’s friends. Neil was gone. Morgan was on Bill’s lap. They where kissing and whispering, and sitting in a booth. The table was high off the booth, and covered by a red felt fabric that went down to the floor.

Janelle asked me to dance, but I declined. I wanted to stay near Bill and Morgan. Everyone but the three of us left. Bill began to talk to me about the basketball game that was on. I could see that his hands were under the table. Morgan kept looking back at him with a strange expression. At one point she shook her head. But I could sense movement under the table, beneath the cover. Her face took on a shocked look. She turned back to me. “Go to the bar and get us a drink,” she all but ordered.

With a sigh I got up and walked to the bar. As I ordered drinks and waited, I looked back. Morgan had a strange blank stare on her face. She was fixated at some point on the wall across from them. Bill smiled to me and gave me “thumbs up”. He had a wide smile, and sweat on his forehead. I glanced over to see nothing of interest on the wall. The bartender gave me the drinks, and I went back to the booth. I stood, noticing Morgan was gripping the table cover in her hands, with white knuckles. I placed the drinks down, but Morgan remained motionless staring ahead. Bill pointed his head to the table, indicating he wanted me to lift the cover and look under. Morgan finally shot me a stare. “Don’t you dare look under this table!”

I was angry with her. Not just from this rude command, but from everything. I reached down and lifted the cover, I pulled it up and peered below. My heart stopped in my chest, or at least it felt like it did. I could see everything. Morgan’s white panties were pushed to the side, and Bill’s cock, jutting from the zipper of his jeans was buried halfway up my girlfriend.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK!” She seethed. I should have put the fabric down. I should have smashed a bottle over Bill’s head. He was fucking my girlfriend in a bar, but there was nothing I could do but watch. “Are you happy?” She asked. “You’re friend is fucking your girlfriend in a fucking bar, and you’re watching.” I then noticed her hips move down, and her pussy engulfed more of his massive cock. How could she even take half that thing? “He’s filling me,” she added, “In ways you never could.” She was taunting me now. Somehow, for some reason, my cock was aching again. “I was always going to leave you for him.” She turned and kissed his mouth from the side. Her body began to move up and down slowly so as not to draw attention. “He always tried, and I didn’t let him.” She looked back at you. “I should have. I should have let him fuck me the first time we met! It shoulda been him and not you!” Her hips were grinding down, impossibly impaling her pussy on his donkey-cock. When she got to the bottom of his shaft, I was shocked. Where did it all go? “Are you hard?” She almost spat at me in disgust. “You sick fuck!” She turned to Bill. “I want you to cum inside me. Right here! Right now!” How could she say these things? Her head shot to the left. “Oh shit, they’re coming back.” She grabbed my arm hard. “GO STOP THEM! DON’T YOU FUCKING LET THEM COME OVER HERE TIL WE’RE DONE!” There was such a seriousness in her eyes it scared me.

I should have turned and left them to get caught. To have them humiliated. I got up and moved towards the door of the club. I was determined to leave. Yet, instead of leaving, I stopped her friends as they crossed my path. I grabbed Janelle. “Let’s go get some shots.” I didn’t let her protest and gently nudged her towards the bar. The other girls were more than happy for some more shots. Everyone seemed happy at the idea. I ordered four shots, and four drinks. “How was dancing?” I asked, looking past Janelle whose back was to Morgan and Bill. She started to talk about how some guys had hit on them. All the girls were laughing about the “gross guys” on the dance-floor. I could care less. I was honed in on Morgan and Bill. From this angle, no one, including myself, could see what was happening beneath the table. But I knew. I looked over in time to see Morgan’s body heave forward, she gripped the table cover tighter. Her head flung back towards the ceiling, her mouth was open in an almost impossibly wide smile. She tensed and her body shook violently. Bill’s on head fell onto her shoulder blades. His teeth clenched tightly. They had both just cum at the same fucking time. The “assholes” had fucked right in front of me. I had not only watched, but run inference so they could cum. As jealous and angry as I was, it amazed me that a girl of such small frame could take THAT cock. My own formerly flaccid cock rubbed against my recently changed jeans. I watched as they turned to look into each other’s eyes and smile to one another. They then began to fix themselves up.

“So you had a good time,” I said, re-engaging the girls.

“It’s a blast out there!” Janelle said. She held my hand. “You should come out there with us!” I watched Bill and Morgan making their way over to the group. Bill was zipping up his jeans, and Morgan was adjusting her skirt. Janelle reached out with her other hand and gripped Morgan’s fingers. “Let’s go dance!”

We all went out to the dance-floor. I was dancing with Janelle. The two girls from college were into each other, while men watched. I still watched Morgan and Bill. They danced rather seductively. I looked down at Morgan’s long legs. A small dribble of white substance came out from underneath her skirt. I was watching my friend’s cum roll down my girlfriend’s gorgeous legs. He must have blasted a good load up in her, because several small driplets moved down to her knees. She didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care. It was dark, so it wasn’t noticeable unless you looked.

When the dancing finished we all went back to the booth. The conversation was flowing well, and everyone was laughing and having a great time. Within minutes, my asshole friend’s cum had caked on my asshole girlfriend’s legs. No one noticed but me. At one point Bill winked at me and pointed to her inner thigh, where a large mass of his cum was dried. At least he knew. She just chatted away like nothing happened.

I excused myself. This time I made it to the bathroom to jerk off. I beat off in the toilet. Small drops of cum came out and splashed down. Nothing like the trail on Morgan’s legs.

The bar closed, and I looked at the tab. It was well over three hundred dollars. Morgan pushed me aside and signed the tab. She was, after all, on the account now. Bill smacked her ass and walked out with his hand on her ass. The girls left when we exited the bar. “Let’s go play some drinking games in the room!” Morgan said. Janelle agreed and walked next to Morgan. I was behind them all. Bill lifted her skirt a bit, exposing her small ass-cheek to me. Showing her off again. He was an asshole. She was an asshole. They were “Mr. and Mrs. Asshole”. “The Assholes”…. it was the perfect name for them.

So why was I hard again?