Cumming Around Full Circle!

Hi, this is a stand alone story, that is both a prequel to this story, and an epilogue of sorts. Since some people wanted to see how things got to where they were in the first chapter, I decided to think about some ideas. This is truth intermixed with an idea a fan had, so I hope you enjoy it. It’s my first written chapter in some time. It’s in a different style because it’s easier this way. I wasn’t sure how the “ex” would actually think and respond to the story (I’m not him). After recent events, I think I have an idea. This is "first person point of view", told from the ex’s perspective.

Prologue to “You Watch Your Girlfriend Submit”: A few months before chapter 1…..

I was sitting in my living room watching TV. The baseball game was about to come on, and my friend Bill was coming over. Naturally, my girlfriend wasn’t happy. To say she HATED him was an understatement. Bill was a drunk, and a loser around my circle of friends. He was ALWAYS getting too drunk, and that meant it was time for him to hit on the women of his dreams, my girlfriend, Morgan. She had told me he was the WORST fucking friend I ever had. He would get drunk and hit on anything that walked, especially Morgan. When we were at bars he would usually get into fights if he didn’t find a skank from the bar. Sad thing is, I would end up getting my ass kicked because of Bill. One time she had to pull Bill away while I was fighting for him. She told me later that the asshole tried to KISS her around the corner.

Apparently, whenever I was out of the room, he would try and make out with her drunk. She DESPISED Bill. She told me he smelled terrible, he always had bad breath. She laughed at how he dressed TERRIBLY, and hated that he treated all women like fucking shit. “He’s FAT to,” she had remarked once. It wasn’t his fault, as he wasn’t the best looking guy. He had bad acne as a kid and still had scars. She called him the BIGGEST LOSER we had ever known.

I remembered when he slept on the couch in the den of our apartment, I was in the kitchen, and Morgan was putting a blanket on him, he was drunk as SHIT, and I thought he was passed out. However, a moment later, when I looked into the den, Bill started rubbing her legs up and down. She had just put on some shorts, and he actually tried to stick his hand up the shorts. I was so fucking pissed. Her mouth shot open and she backed away quick, looking around to see if anyone noticed. She must not have seen me. She never told me about this, but I wanted to kill him for it.

To be honest, he was OBSESSED with Morgan. Always telling her in private how "hot" she was and how much he thought THEY should be together. Her friend Hilary ended up sleeping with him and they dated a while. Morgan made a comment about how she NEVER saw what Hilary did in him. Hilary would later tell us stories of how he'd mention Morgan during sex, and even talk about her in his sleep. Morgan was actually disgusted. Hilary still slept with him now and then, and we never understood why. In fact, he seemed to get a good amount of chicks every now and then, even for a guy Morgan called “ugly”.

So when I told her he was coming, she shook her head and put down a large load of laundry she was about to wash. “Then I’m going out with my friends,” she shivered, and walked away texting on her phone. She left several minutes later to meet them at a bar for food and drinks.

Not long after Morgan left, Bill showed up at the door. As usual, he was already drunk. He had to DUIs already and was working on a third. We chatted and he got a beer from the fridge. We sat down and started to watch the game. As if clockwork, he asked, “Where is Morgan?”

I explained that she went out, and he looked a little defeated at my words. We drank several more beers, as the game went into the 5th inning. I was pretty buzzed, so Bill must have been WASTED at this point. He kept getting up to go the bathroom and would then go to the kitchen to grab a beer. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he kept looking into the back room. When he got up again to take a piss, I walked over to see what had caught his eye so much. There was nothing in the back room except for the dirty laundry on the top of the washer. A few shirts were on top, and that’s about it. I shrugged and went to sit down, grabbing a beer on the way. He did the same thing again, except this time he disappeared into the back room.

He came back with a bag of chips, and said he was hungry. It was fine, as I let him go get whatever he wanted. Mi casa es su casa, I felt about guests. The next time he went pee a half hour later, I crept to the kitchen and went to the back. There was the laundry basket, except this time, Morgan’s orange panties were on top. What the fuck?

I went out to the den, and Bill was sitting with his legs wide open. It was clear that there was a bulge in his pants now. He acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Had he rifled through our laundry to find her panties. What had he done with them? My mind raced. The game ended, and he left shortly after. Morgan came home and went about cleaning the laundry. I wondered what Bill had done. It irked my mind the following day. So I decided to set up a little game to see just what Bill was up to.

A week later, I invited him over again, and this time, as last, Morgan left before he showed up. I had some time before Bill came over so I went to the laundry bin, and pulled out a pair of Morgan’s panties. It was a purple pair, nothing too risqué, just what she wore to work. I set them on the towel rack in the bathroom. This looked a little weird, so I got some of her clothes out and put them next to the panties, but I wanted to make sure he would see her panties hanging there in the bathroom.

Bill came over moments later, and as per usual, he was wasted. We chatted and drank and watched Baseball. Bill didn’t waste too much time tonight, as he got up and went to the kitchen. He went in the back and came out quickly. Looks like he didn’t find what he was looking for, I thought.

Minutes later, he went into the bathroom. I watched him close the door. I could always hear him piss as it was LOUD. This time, he didn’t come out immediately after he finished. So when he came back and sat down, he had a smile on his face. I was curious and went to the bathroom. I noticed that Morgan’s panties were actually moved. He HAD touched them. What was he doing?

Twenty minutes later, I decided to open the back part of the bathroom, which connected to the master bathroom, and left the door open a smidge. When Bill got up to go the bathroom, I ran around to come into the master bathroom. The door was still cracked. I listened until he was done peeing. Then I peered into the door. I could see in the window. Bill had Morgan’s panties up to his nose. He was taking in a HUMUNGOUS whiff of her used panties. It was hilarious and horrible at the same time. I wanted to hate him, but it made me laugh. Closest he’ll get to her pussy, I told myself with a smile.

Bill kept walking back to the bathroom. At one point he was in there for a few minutes. “Get a good sniff bud,” I laughed sipping my beer. Proud that I was going to actually sniff her pussy. Why not throw Bill a bone, so to say.

An hour later Bill left and Morgan returned, I was pretty drunk, and didn’t remember to remove the panties from the bathroom. Morgan went in and came out with a white face. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” She stammered. “Why is my underwear in the bathroom?” She hissed at me.
I didn’t know what to say. I explained the whole story. Morgan screamed at me. At first, she was sure I had been sniffing her panties or something. But as I explained it, she understood. Bill was a total fucking jerk after all. She was pissed that I let him get access to her panties. It made her extremely uncomfortable. She finally pointed to the bathroom. “Well,” she stated, “You are going to pick them up!”

“Pick them up?” I stated, “I put them on the towel rack!”

Her eyes went wide. “They’re on the floor!”

I went in and saw the panties on the floor. They were crumbled up in a ball. And then I saw the stream of sticky goo pooling below them. He had beat off in her panties. Morgan was livid, she ran around the house like a mouse was chasing her yelling “EWWWWW!” I got my small baseball bat collector’s item, and picked them up. I was about to throw them away, but she stopped me. “THAT’S A FIFTY DOLLAR PAIR OF UNDERWEAR! YOU ARE NOT THROWING THEM OUT!” She told me I had to clean them in the washer at least TEN times however. I did as I was told all night.

A week later, Morgan and I went to the beach, and came back early to have dinner with friends and then go for drinks. We left our swim clothes in the bathroom, as we made out and showered. I fondled her tight little body, and played with her pert tits as I scrubbed and cleaned the days grime off her gorgeous frame. We went out with a bunch of friends to drink. Bill showed up, and got too drunk again. We got kicked out, and I offered to let Bill stay at my house. Morgan protested, but I wasn’t going to just leave him. He stumbled in ahead of us, and plopped on the couch, passed out. Morgan went to bed immediately. I turned off the lights and everything else and prepared for bed.

Around four thirty in the morning I was awoke by Morgan as she got up to go to the bathroom. I noticed a light from the guest bathroom that shined in our master bathroom. Morgan walked into the bathroom and flicked on the light. Her head turned to the guest bathroom. I watched her jaw almost fall to the floor. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” She whispered in anger. She called me over. “GET YOUR FRIEND!” She ordered me. I got up and accompanied her in the bathroom. The door was open a little to the guest bathroom and you could see everything inside. Morgan stood behind me, and I could see she was actually still looking in the guest bathroom. In the mirror, we could see Bill sitting on the toilet, passed out. He had his pants down to his ankles, and the bottoms of Morgan’s bikini was hanging off his erection. A huge amount of cum was covering the crotch of the pink bikini. A sticky goo rolled down his shaft and down his legs, crusting around his legs. To be honest, I had never really seen Bill’s cock fully. I had in the gym and at the men’s bathrooms at bars and such, but never clearly. I never wanted to look. Now there was no missing it. It was twice as big as my own, almost nine to ten inches, and twice as fat as my own. I actually turned a little red with jealousy.

I looked back to Morgan who just stood stone still, white as a ghost staring. She covered her eyes moments later and told me to get her bikini out of there. I grabbed a towel and picked up the messy bikini. I walked with my hand outstretched and ran to the back room to throw it in the washer. I turned it on quickly and put a bunch of detergent in with it. Again, Morgan didn’t want to just “throw” away good clothes, even if Bill was soiling them.

When I came back, I closed the door to the bathroom, and then went to my bed. Morgan was sitting up with her hands on her face repeating the words, “I can’t believe I just saw his dick!” She rocked back and forth. “I just saw Bill’s dick!” She looked disgusted. I then realized how hard I was. All this…this teasing of Bill, and the results were getting me excited. I was ashamed, but so turned on. I picked up Morgan’s face and kissed her. Within minutes, I had her sleeping sweat pants off and was pounding into Morgan. She wrapped her legs around me and fucked back at me hard. I came inside her moments later, fully aroused by everything and unable to control myself. We both fell sound asleep.

Luckily in the morning Bill was gone. When I went to the kitchen Morgan was making breakfast. She jumped when I kissed her neck. “Your asshole friend left before I got up. Good riddance!” She shivered. I had to pee myself and walked over to the guest bathroom. “Uh…just make sure you clean up his MESS in there!”

“I did last night!” I said with a confused look.

She shook her head, “Well, he left you a gift in the bikini top!” She pointed to the bathroom. I walked in and looked down to see the cups of her top filled with drying cum.

“JESUS BILL!” I yelled picking them up with a towel on my hand.

“Some friend,” Morgan muttered, but she had a strange smile on her face.

Days past, and life went back to normal. Or mostly, as I one day, I caught Morgan talking with Hilary on the phone about Bill. “So you’re NOT going to see him again,” she asked into the receiver. She shook her head, “I didn’t say Bill was FAT, he’s more…stocky, kinda built.” What was that last part? She always called him fat.

The next day, Morgan was reading a magazine. I watched the baseball game and drank some beers. “Is BILL coming over?” She asked with an ironic stress on his name. I told her no, but probably for tomorrow night’s game. “Good,” she said. “Just let me know, cause I’m NOT going to be here!” She was sitting around in her turquoise panties, my favorite, and hers. She had them on all day just lying around. I kissed her on the mouth and rubbed her panties, she gyrated her hips into my hand. When I went to pull them off of her she grabbed my wrist. “NO!” She slapped playfully. “I’m going to the gym.” She got dressed and went to the gym. She came home and went to take a shower. She walked past me in topless, but wearing the same panties. Had she worn them to the gym?

We went to bed, and she wore only the panties. The next day, she actually wore them to work. That night, she got dressed to go out with her friends, leaving before Bill came over. I got up to go the bathroom, and was shocked to see her panties hanging there, as the ones had weeks ago when I put them there. Her work clothes were on the floor. Her suede Jacket hanging on the coat hanger on the door. I looked at the panties. They were USED to say the least. Small cakes of her womanly juices could be seen. I was afraid to move them, lest she accuse ME of something.

Bill came over, drunk again, and began drinking fast and furious. He had to pee by the bottom of the first inning. He took his time in the bathroom. I was more than curious to see what was going on in there. He came out with sweat on his brow, and a smile on his face. His cheeks were rosey red. I got up a few minutes later to pee, and walked in to see her panties gone from the rack. Then I looked at her crumbled work clothes. Sure enough, her beautiful little underwear was underneath, and fully caked in Bill’s cum.

Bill left after the game, and Morgan came home an hour later. The panties had been in there for hours, I had not moved them. The cum must be dried by now. I watched Morgan go to the kitchen and grab a snack of cheese. “Is he gone?” she asked. I nodded. I drank a beer and watched the news. Morgan said she was going to sleep. She went through the guest bathroom.

When I finally went to sleep, I pulled the covers down and was shocked by the sight. Morgan was lying face down on the bed, and she had the panties on her! I didn’t know what to do or think, and I went to sleep. The next morning, I watched her get ready, and she wore the SAME outfit. Not caring that it was dirty and soiled. She went about getting ready with an almost hop in her step.

This was weird.

Epilogue to “You Watch Your Girlfriend Submit”: A year AFTER the story…

I couldn’t believe I was ACTUALLY going to THEIR baby shower. I had several cameras in Morgan’s house now, and had been watching for over a year as Bill took my girlfriend, got engaged to her and knocked her up. I refused to go to their wedding in a few months, to avoid the embarrassment. But now here I was, at the insistence of friends going to their baby shower. I arrived and Morgan hugged me, and Bill shook my hand. Again, they acted as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary. In fact, all my friends did as well. Everyone brought gifts and money, and baby diapers. Morgan showed off her fat belly.

I hated them both, but sucked up my pride and tried to enjoy the night, avoiding Morgan and Bill. I kept stealing glances of Morgan, however. Her tits were HUGE, and her nipples poked through her tight white top. I was ashamed that I was erect the whole night. I couldn’t stop myself. So close to my Goddess, more so than I had been in a LONG time.

Bill told me to go get more wine from the back room. I just nodded and agreed. When I went in the back room, I noticed the basket filled with dirty clothes. My mind reeled, my cock ached in my pants. I saw the waist band of the same orange panties that had started everything only a year ago. I don’t know why, I don’t know what possessed me, but I pulled them out. I HAD to smell her sex. I pulled them out and pushed the panties to my face. I got the most aromatic and wonderful smell in the world. I felt my cock leak pre-cum in my pants. The panties were used, and caked with her womanhood. I licked and lapped the panties with my tongue, tasting what I could not.

I closed the door slowly and heard a small click. I pulled my pants down, and wrapped the panties around my engorged cock. The head was in her crotch area. Almost the moment the lacey panties touched my dick, I erupted inside them. I smiled as I put them on top of the laundry. I WANTED them to see. Fuck them.

I left shortly after, and went home. I watched the rest of the party on my cameras, and then drifted off into a nap. I awoke a few hours later and no one, but Morgan and Bill was there. They were putting all the new toys, and trinkets and money, and other gifts away. Both were nude, Bill’s cock dangling feely, and Morgan’s fat belly bouncing as she moved. I swear I could see cum dribbling down her legs.

Bill went to the back room finally. I watched him come out with a stern face. “Ummm…I think someone has been touching your underwear!”

Morgan looked up from a package she was unwrapping. “WHAT?” She got up slowly, holding her stomach and waddled over to Bill. She looked in the back room. “Who could have…..?”

Bill held her shoulders. “I did tell HIM to go in the back and get some wine!”

“No,” she shook her head, “You don’t think he…..” She looked to Bill. “Would he?” She shivered in disgust putting her hands up. “Just throw the whole basket of clothes out. That’s gross.”