Bill intrudes on YOUR vacation with Morgan

Bill Wins the Bet

I couldn't believe that asshole had invited himself on our vacation. It was supposed to be just me and Morgan, for a romantic getaway, just the two of us. Instead I was constantly catching her checking out his package through his trousers, or flashing him her thighs under her skirt. The problem was I couldn't prove it. And I wasn't sure what I could do even if I could prove it.

"Why are you wearing those short skirts all the time?" I finally confronted her, annoyed.

"What, don't you like them?" she asked me.

Her legs did look amazing in them, but I didn't want to admit it. "Well, I just don't want everyone else liking them, that's all," I complained. "I thought this was supposed to be just us. It's bad enough we've got Bill along, everyone else doesn't need to see your legs, too."

She propped her hand on her hip looking annoyed. "What, are you saying I look like a slut?" she asked, a storm of anger brewing on her face. I knew that look and it was bad news.

"I didn't say that. . ." I started, but it was too late. She had stormed off to the bar, where Bill was. By the time I caught up with her they were already chatting away.

"Hey, dude," Bill said. Morgan ignored me.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked. I couldn't help noticing the python outlined against his thigh. I wondered if Morgan had noticed it, too. I couldn't see how she didn't.

"So, um, how about those Chargers?" I asked. Wrong question. Morgan turned and glared at me.

"I dunno," Bill shrugged, "They did okay but it's hard to say with the replacement refs. Could be luck."

"True," I said. Morgan turned back to Bill, her nose turned up indignantly.

"So, Bill, did we agree on that bet for the next Raiders game?" she asked.

"What bet?" I asked.

Bill smiled. "Nothin' big, Morgan and I just bet on the next Raiders game."

"What was the bet?" I asked.

This time it was Morgan's turn to look at me with a wicked smile. "You'll find out," she said menacingly. . .

With the image of Morgan staring at Bill's bulge burning in my mind, I went to the men's room to clear my head. Pausing in the mirror, I checked to see if my own outline was visible through my pants. I turned a few different angles trying to detect myself. Still nothing. Finally I resorted to balling up some paper towels and stuffing them in my pockets, hoping to impress Morgan.

When I came out, the sight I saw made my imitation erection seem even more pathetic and made me throb with jealousy. Morgan was slapping Bill's hand away from her ass, but didn't seem to upset about him copping a feel. What was worse, she didn't stop him when he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge. "You know you want to," I could read his lips from across the room. "It's so big. . ." she whispered back as she stared at it wide-eyed. He released her hand and she continued to trace her fingers over its outline, fascinated.

"Ahem!" I coughed, returning. Morgan made no move to remove her hand, but instead gave Bill a squeeze.

Bill acted like everything was normal. "Hey, dude, what's up?" he said as my girlfriend's fingers familiarized themself with his throbbing length.

"Apparently you are," I almost mumbled under my breath. Instead I replied, "Not much. I think Morgan and I are going out for dinner."

"Actually," Morgan said, "Bill and I have a date. And you can drive us and pay for it."

My jaw dropped. "What?!!!"

"Did I stutter?" Morgan whispered, running her palm all over Bill as she smirked at me, then returned her gaze to his crotch, licking her lips.

"I won the bet," Bill explained. "Oh by the way," he added, "if you're going to stuff paper towels in your pants like that, you have to pay attention to the shape, otherwise it looks wrong. Trust me, you're not the first dude who's tried it around me."

"Is that what he did?" Morgan laughed at me. "I didn't even notice."

If I'd had an erection, it would have deflated.

"What bet?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I bet her you were staring at my cock," Bill said, eliciting a giggle from Morgan.

I blushed scarlet.

"And guess what Bill won?" Morgan asked. "A date with me. I have to wear whatever he wants. And you get to drive us to pick out my clothes. You're paying for me to get some new shoes. Or else I'll show all your friends at work this video Bill took of you staring at his cock." She showed me a video on Bill's cell phone.

I stared in disbelief a moment before finally answering: "Where are we going?"

Morgan's mocking laughter shuddered down my cock.