Reconnecting with old friends.....

A different take on the relationship with the "ex".

Morgan drove the her house, I was more nervous, and at the same time excited than I had remembered ever being. She seemed rather polite, after the incident in the restaurant. She parked at her house, and walked to the front door. I hadn't said a word. Morgan was constantly talking as usual, so there was no noticeable awkwardness, at least not from her. I felt rather embarrassed, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. I had been watching this house for a year, and now I was going to be in it, for the second time in a month, but this time, alone with Morgan and, well, Bill.

Luckily, I was pretty drunk. She opened the door, and I saw Bill, sitting on the couch, in a black t-shirt and basketball shorts, with running shoes on. The typical look of this asshole. Unstylish, and upkept. I walked behind Morgan, almost hiding, not sure how he'd react, as I hadn't seen him since the baby shower myself. Instead of being weird, he actually got right up and came up to me and shook my hand, and pulled me in for one of those "man-hugs".

"How you been," he asked.

At this point, I knew I should have felt so out of place, but something made me feel confident. Maybe it had been the beers I drank, or the "cleaned pipes" so to speak. Or maybe it was that I felt comfortable in a house I had been monitoring for so long like a voyeur. I just told him I was doing well, and we chatted and caught up right there as we walked into the living room. I felt rather buzzed, which was good at this point. If they would play this so aloof, I could do it as well, I thought. I sat on the couch, and asked "Is the football game on," feeling more at ease, but not understanding why. Bill sat on the other side and grabbed the remote, turning it to the game that was on that night.

"Do you guys want a beer," Morgan asked, as she walked to the kitchen. I nodded, and Bill agreed. "Is Budlight alright?"

I called to her, "Do you still got any Heineken left?" I didn't realize that I had let something slip.

Morgan peeked her head from the kitchen, "We ran out last night," she hesitated, "how did you know we had Heinekens?"

My face turned red, and I thought about what to say. It must have been the beer, because I finally was able to answer for myself, even with the proverbial foot in my mouth. "Doesn't everybody. It's Bill's favorite!"

"Yeah it is," he said. "But all we got is Budlight right now," he sort of grumbled. I got lucky that time. I sighed and fell back into the couch, a couch I had watched these two fuck on about one hundred times. I took a whiff to see if I could pick up any scents. A light slap on the shoulder, brought me out of my rather perverted daze. Bill hit me and motioned me to come close to him, pointing to the kitchen. I scooted over, and he pulled my arm, so I could peer into the kitchen. Morgan was bent over reaching for beers in the fridge. Her skirt hiked up above her ass, and we could both see her black panties, covering her folds, as the thong split her down the ass-crack.

"NICE!" Bill muttered.

To my surprise, instead of getting angry, I found myself muttering, "Yeah it is." I was shocked to feel a small twinge in my cock. I couldn't believe it was coming alive again. Hadn't I killed it for the day. Morgan came back in and set beers in front of us both.

"Thank god for being home," she sighed, "now I can go put on a moo-moo," she laughed. As she walked away, Bill perked up and grabbed her still thin and toned leg.

"Nah babe, you look fine," he insisted that she sit down.

Morgan shook her head, "This shirt is fucking tight," she said holding her pregnant gut.

"Just roll it up like you do sometimes," he advised her.

She let out another sigh, and then rolled the white shirt up until it was under her massive tits. Her belly hung out in the light. It was framed perfectly by her chest, and the skirt. My eyes fixed on her tits again. She caught me, "Remember what we talked about mister," she said with a smile this time.

"I...I..." my words didn't come again. I was flustered and embarrassed.

Bill saved me by slapping her skirt covered ass. "Ahhhh, come on, it's not his fault, those puppies are HUGE!" He glanced over to me, "Am I right?"

I thought about what to say, but at this point, I felt things were changing between the three of us. I got bold. "They're fucking bombs right now!" I said out loud, wanting to bring the words back after speaking them.

Both Bill and Morgan's eyes went wide. Then, to my surprise Morgan just laughed. "Uggghh. Men!" She walked back to the kitchen. Each time we needed a beer, Bill made sure to pull me over to see her bend down. My jeans were becoming tight, and I wanted to hide my erection. I caught a glimpse of Bill's basketball shorts, and was stunned to see the massive protruding bulge sticking straight up. It made mine look rather sad, and I felt envious, but at the same time more at ease, that this game affected him too.

We started to drink, and heavily. At one point, Morgan walked by with a basket of clothes, and went to the bedroom. Bill had been getting up to pee, so when he got up and left, I thought nothing of it. The two were gone for more than five minutes, and I wondered what he was doing with my girlfriend...ah hell, it was his fiancee, I had to admit that now. I just wanted to hear. So I turned the TV down. I heard nothing, so I stood up and crept to the door of their room. Not realizing I had agreed with the fact it was "their" room. I mean, they had spent a year in there together. It was the right way to look at things. At this point, all I heard was giggling from Morgan, and then whispers such as "stop, he's right out there." I heard Bill mutter something, but Morgan protested. She spoke softly, "I don't want him jacking off on our couch and stuff". That's when I noticed my hand was rubbing my crotch. I shook my head, and thought about what Morgan said about manners. They had invited me into their home, and I should behave.

Bill came out a few minutes later and I asked if he wanted a beer. He looked at me and winked, telling me to give it a minute. I noticed a new bulge in his shorts, next to the much larger one. When Morgan came out, Bill asked if she could grab a few more beers. She walked to the kitchen, and Bill pulled me close again. He pulled the object from his pants, and revealed her black thong panties. He pointed to her as she opened the fridge. When she bent down, her skirt came up, and I saw her pussy in all it's glory. Glistening and wet, and swollen. The lips almost blowing us as kiss, as she reached down further. I was intensely erotic. My cock was hard and painful once again. Her pussy had changed so much from what I remembered. It had been so tight and small back when she was with me. Now her pussy lips pushed out. "Roast beef", I thought. The most delicious looking roast beef I had ever seen. It was almost a metaphor, I began to think, for how she had been a young girl when she had started dating Bill, and now here she was...a woman. And a beautiful, sexy woman.

As I stared, images of eating her out filled my head, but they didn't give me the same rush as I believed they would. Something about the scene running in my head was wrong, and then I looked to Bill, and imagined him between those legs, and my cock jumped. Damn it, I thought. What's happening to me?

She came back with the beers, and Bill and I drank more, and watched the game. Morgan sat across in a chair at the dining table, reading a magazine. Her legs crossed, but I saw the bottom of her pussy. I kept stealing glances. It was all I could get. Bill sensed my frustration, and then pointed to the the wooden bookshelf. "Have you seen the pictures from Johnny's wedding."

I was confused, "He got married?" They were referring to an old high school friend of ours, more so Bill's friend.

Morgan nodded, "Yeah, last month, we went," she got up and went to the bookshelf. "We got soooo many pictures." She searched the myriad of photo-books.

"It's on the bottom," Bill told her. His ruse came to light when she got on her knees and bent forward searching for the right album. She leaned forward, and we both saw her skirt come over the bottom of her ass. Her wet folds were visible from behind mere centimeters from the tan rug. She must have forgotten Bill took her panties. She searched for some time before turning. "Are you sure they're down here," she asked Bill.

He shook his head. "Third shelf from the bottom."

She got up and then bent down completely. She was oblivious to the show we were getting. Her fat cunt showed in all its glory. I swear her ass swayed a little as she searched. Were they teasing me now? I was so horny, I didn't care. Bill finally admitted the truth, "Actually, I think they're in the dresser in the bedroom."

"Oh yeah," she said standing up. "I'll go get them," she walked back to the bedroom.

Bill jumped up, "That's MY cue buddy," he moved after her quickly. He handed me her panties. I looked at him with utter disbelief. "They're your's dude," he smiled at me and walked to the bedroom, closing the door.

At this point, I didn't know what to do. I just looked down at her black used thong. Soon, it was up to my nose, and I took in the sweetest scent of the girl I had been obsessing about. For some reason, I felt glad to have Bill as a friend at that moment. I didn't think twice about using the word "friend" to describe him. Again, I was awoken from my perverted haze, this time by a noise. It was a low sound, like a squeal. Then laughter. I crept closer to their bedroom door. I heard low moans, that I clearly recognized as Morgan's. Then the noises grew to mewling sounds, and deep guttural moans. Finally, I heard Bill grunt. Moments later I could hear their footprints as they moved towards the door. I ran back to the couch.

Morgan came out first and sat right next to me. "Found it!" She said. She had a glow about her. A smile that wouldn't leave her face, and red cheeks. Bill sat next to her and wiped sweat from his brow. His breathing was labored. Morgan began to flip through the album, and I looked at picture after picture of Morgan and Bill at my highschool friend's wedding. She was showing with pregnancy by then, and had a wide smile, like the one she had now. They looked so happy meeting and mingling with our old friends. She wore a white dress with red flowers, she commented how it was "sorta" inappropriate, but it was all she could fit into to. I should have been mad at them for showing me pictures of them at a wedding for our friends. Morgan hadn't even met most of our high-school buddies. I met her in college, and that's when she met Bill, who I went to high-school with. I was more entranced by her tits again, as they squished when she sat down, and move the pages of the album.

Bill was watching the game as Morgan kept talking. I looked down to see the bulge in his pants was gone. It had returned to its normal state, much similar to my own fully erect bugle. Maybe they wouldn't notice now. My mind wandered at the thought of how that boner went down. Bill got up to get another beer.

Morgan set the album down and grabbed his hand. "I'll get it babe," she insisted, "don't get up, enjoy the game." She hopped up and I watched her hurry to the kitchen. It occurred to me how much she truly had changed. She was always the flirt, and somehow still maintained the strong woman attitude. Many men had tried to tame this wild child. This sexy firecracker who hated even the word "commitment". The girl everyone wanted to "settle down" with. I had tried for many years myself. But of all the guys, here was Bill, the epitome of the drunken loser womanizer asshole, and he had done what no one else could. Quite literally, in a manner of months, he had her pregnant and barefoot. He had won, and here I was admiring his achievement. A former suitor turned observer.

But Bill, ever the asshole, wasn't done showing me his triumph.

When Morgan opened the fridge. He pointed to the empty couch beside me. That's when I saw a sticky wet mess in the spot where she sat moments ago. He physically turned my head, and I watched her bend down. This time, when her skirt went up, I bore witness to his true triumph. Her womanhood, if it could be called that at that moment, was stretched, gaping and dripping with cum. It rolled down her legs slowly. He shook me with glee, happy to expose her to me.

A year ago I would have killed him, a few months ago I would have punched him, a day ago I would have seethed with anger, but right then and there I did the only thing I thought appropriate. I raised my hand in the air to signal a "high-five". Bill slapped my hand and I laughed, "FUCK YEAH!"

Morgan straightened up with two beers in her hand. "What did I miss?" She ran back to look at the TV, thinking something happened in the game.

I laughed, "Touchdown!" I shouted.

She gave me and Bill a quizzical look. Returning her gaze to the game. "Uh....no one scored."

Bill chuckled, "Well, it was actually just a penalty." He picked up the slack for both of us. Morgan just walked away after handing us beers. Bill looked at me gravely. "Dude, you almost fucked up," he chided me with a sneer. We settled back into talking football and drinking. Morgan decided it was time to head to bed. She told me I could sleep on the couch. When she left, Bill followed her with his eyes until she was gone. He then quickly shot me a glance. "So did you jerk off?"

I was stunned, but kept composure. Again I said what I thought appropriate for the moment. "I didn't have time to bro!"

Bill huffed, "Yeah, I had to get rid of mine," he glanced at his crotch. "Thought you'd do the same." His eyes went up, like he was thinking. "I got a plan," he told me. He laid out his plan. I was all to eager to agree. A minute later, he left me on the couch, as he went to the bedroom. I eagerly waited for his return. Twenty minutes passed, and I was rock hard and hurting. My heart skipped a beat when he came back out. "She's in the bathroom," he motioned for me to come over with his hands. I ran up to him, and followed him slowly to the bedroom. They had a walk-in closet in the middle of the room, with slats. He pushed me in the closet. The plan was gonna work, I thought with renewed excitement. A moment later, I was secure in the back of the closet, able to see the bed through the large make-up mirror. Bill was right, she would never see me.

I watched intently as Morgan came out of the bathroom, afraid in the one moment when she passed that she would see me. She didn't. I was overjoyed that she had no shirt on, and just her own shorts. She held her stomach as she passed. She sat on the bed, next to Bill who feigned little interest. He reached over and rubbed her shoulders. "MMMMmmmmm," Morgan cooed at his ministrations. He massaged her shoulders, and then moved down her back. His hands came around and cupped her huge milk filled tits. I realized this was the very reality of my fantasy from earlier. That's when I looked down to see myself rubbing her panties over my exposed cock. I had not remembered pulling my cock out, let alone stroking myself. The sensation of my first small orgasm rocked me back to reality, and I let out the softest grunt I could.

I picked my eyes up to see Bill kissing her neck. She kept rebuffing him, and pushing back at him. "Come on babe," he pleaded.

"He's right out there!" She answered. "I don't want him hearing."

Bill laughed, "Babe, he already did, plus by now he's already jerked off again."

Morgan joined in the laughter. "He's so weird sometimes." She brought her hands up to put them over Bill's invading hands. "Are you gonna be quick this time," she asked.

Bill nodded like a puppy waiting for a treat. I watched her get off the bed and kneel at the side. Bill moved his ass up, and pulled his pants down. His massive cock came into the light, and I felt both shame and excitement. Bill told me I was going to get to see them fuck, but that's not what I got. Morgan kissed the top of his cock, and then pulled her huge tits apart. Bill took the cue, and slipped his dick in between her mounds. She squished her breasts around his shaft and began to move them up and down. He was going to get the best tit fuck of a lifetime, I thought with eager anticipation. I was stroking my cock into her used panties again in the shadows of the closet as I watched in the mirror. I was getting not what I wanted to see, but what I needed to see. I wanted to be the one with my dick between those tits so badly. Or did I? Did that even seem right anymore.

Morgan began to taunt him, and in turn taunted me. "You like these guys right now, huh babe?" She kissed his cockhead and looked up to see him nod. "Of course you do! Everyone does." Bill's head moved back, and he gripped the sheets as she rubbed her tits up and down his shaft. His balls rested on her stomach, as if to say, this is what they did. She continued her teasing, all while licking his tip. "Aren't you glad you're the only one who gets to fuck them and suck them?"

"Yes babe, yes!" He answered. He grunted, "I'm going to cum!"

I was as well, in sync with his own orgasm.

Morgan cooed, "Do it then, get it all over me." She smiled and opened her mouth right above the head.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Bill shouted, and his cock jutted between her breasts. The first spurt hit her in the mouth. She tried getting as much as possible, but the next one flew to her cheek. She leaned her chin down and kissed his shaft, gripping it at the base with her hand, the rest still between her tits. Torrents of sperm erupted like a volcano, and drenched her hair, then her neck, her face, and her large breasts. It kept cumming, and cumming. Mount Vesuvius, I laughed to myself realizing I had already spent a small load into her used panties. When he was done, he fell back onto the bed.

Morgan stood up, and I watched her go to the mirror I was looking in, and begin to wipe cum from her entire upper-body. Bill was already snoring. Morgan then went back to the bed and climbed in on the other side of him. Her eyes closed and I swear she was snoring in only five minutes.

That's when I realized I was stuck. Bill was supposed to help me get out. What was I to do! I held her used panties soiled with my cum. Might as well give it a few more goes while I waited, I thought, hoping the night wasn't over. Bill had promised me a chance to watch him fuck her. And since I had never seen it close up while she was preggos, I was determined to make him live up to the deal.