It gets outta control

It had been several days since the pool incident. I kept watching Morgan like a hawk, trying to determine if she was cheating on me, with my friend no less. The dual nature of this **** presented itself as intense jealousy coupled with a strange sensation I felt down below each time I thought about this tryst. It was embarrassing to say the least.

Today, I sat at the pool in our complex with Morgan, and her friends Melonie and Hilary. My girlfriend continued to text someone, as she had for days. I couldn't see who it was, but I kept trying to sneak a view of the name. She giggled now and again, and I wondered who was making her laugh. Who could she be texting? Her best friends were here at the pool.

The three of them drank margaritas in red solo cups, as they basked in the sun. Like usual, many of the men stared at these three girls as they sunbathed. Melonie had on a blue top and green bikini bottoms, her ample breasts caught the eye. Yet, like Hilary, who wore a dark blue one piece, she wasn't fit, and had big thighs and a belly that spoke to many days missing the gym. Hilary, on the other hand, was rather pudgy, but Morgan always says "she has a cute face". That's what people say about their heavier friends.

It was Morgan who was the real looker at this pool. My girlfriend had on her pink bikini. She worked out rather sparingly, but she ate right and remained thin. It was her legs that shown in the bright sun, the tanning lotion accentuating the perfect curve of her wonderful legs. Just as the men stared when she walked, I was drooling. The fact that it was over my own girlfriend never truly hit me. I would grab her leg and smile, and she would just swat me away with a look of annoyance. "Cut it out!" She stated.

As the girls drank, talk moved to the night's activities. "So we are going to the bar in the city then," Melonie asked taking a sip of her drink. The three young girls all agreed.

Hilary shot me a glance, "Is your friend Bill coming?"

I laughed, "I can invite him if you want."

Morgan stammered and sat up, "YOU ARE NOT SLEEPING WITH HIM HILARY!"

This caused some friction, and Hilary began to argue with Morgan. They chatted about how she was often a little bit of a slut. And how Bill was an arrogant asshole who used women. Hilary got up to use the bathroom.

"Yeah," Melonie added, "I've seen the kind of fatty's Bill's into. I think he'd hook up with Hilary!" This made me nod and laugh. Bill was notorious for sleeping with fat girls.

Morgan shook her head, "Whatever," she said, "He won't call her again if they do anything." She stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I chatted briefly with Melonie, and watched as the two girls returned, smiling and laughing. Apparently, the fight was over.

"Let's go in the hot tub," Hilary asked us all. Melonie agreed, but Morgan shook her head, so I decided to wait with her.

Some alone time with Morgan was just what I needed. I stared at her tanning legs, glistening in the sun. "TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE WHY DON'T YOU!" Morgan chided me.

"What?" I played coy, "You look good." Reaching over to touch her thigh. She slapped my hand.

"We're in public," She scolded me. She pointed towards our house. "Go get us more margarita mix." She handed me her tanning lotion. "Do something about your situation while your up there. You need to relax."

Several minutes later I was making drinks for the girls in our house. I looked down at my shorts, and noticed the small bulge. That was the "situation" she was talking about. Not wanting to upset Morgan, I found myself in the guest bathroom, rubbing lotion onto my hand. A pair of Morgan's panties caught my eye in a pile of clothes.

Had anyone come in, it must have been an odd sight, me with my dick in one hand, sniffing her panties with the other. This was my girlfriend after all. The perversion of the act only made me more excited. After finishing, and cleaning up, I went back down to the pool MUCH more relaxed.

That night.....

We were coming out of Hilary's car, heading to the club. Melonie and Hilary had on dresses, that did NOT help their bodies look any better. But of course, Bill was into it, he kept flirting with them both, while drinking a beer he claimed he threw out. His rudeness actual made them laugh, especially when I yelled at him. Why was he even there? He had texted me "What are the plans?" Almost as if he already knew. I invited him at the urgence of Morgan who told me not to be mean to him.

I held Morgan's hand as we walked to the club. I wanted people to see that I was with this girl. She looked amazing, with a pleated black skirt, and her turquoise top. The top had a hole in the middle of the chest, with a gold ring connecting the fabric. It gave a nice view of the insides of her cleavage. Not as big as Melonie's tits, but handfuls still. Her black heels clicked as she walked. On any give day, she would be a six or seven, but with the full outfit and her make-up, she was a nine in my book.

It would have taken time to get in, but with three lovely young ladies in tow, we got in rather quickly. I wore some nice pants and shoes with a button up blue shirt. Bill, on the other hand, looked like a slob as usual, with blue jeans, a black t-shirt that didn't paint his frame in a good light, and running shoes. Bill had a big upper body, with bigger arms than mine, but it was clear from his gut he had one too many beers. Looking at him, my fears of Morgan cheating with this man subsided.

As the night went on, Hilary was all over Bill. We sat in a corner booth, and Bill kept buying shots. This made Morgan shake her head in anger each time, but she took them like a champ. I noticed that each time Hilary went to the dancefloor, Bill followed. Soon, Morgan would get Melonie or I to join them. She was trying to keep us all together. Occasionally, Bill would slip away with Hilary towards the bar for more shots.

Bill began to get wasted, slightly stumbling. I knew he was soon going to be out of control. At one point, he wanted a cigarette, and I shrugged and followed him to the patio. When I got out there, I saw him talking with the guy at the door. "That's not my girl," Bill laughed. "She's fat." He winked at the guy, "Trust me, I'm with the hottest girl here." He grabbed a cigarette and we chatted about Hilary, and sports and little stuff, and then returned to the club. I was surprised Bill was let back in.

I came in to see Morgan talking to some guy. I sat with her, and she introduced us. The guy found an excuse and quickly left. I could tell Morgan was in her flirty bubbly mode were she talks to everyone. Many men came up to her, more than usual. One actual acted as if I wasn't even there. "I have been watching you all night. You're the most beautiful girl here, and I wanted to talk to you." The guy said that in front of me. Sensing my anger, Morgan politely talked for a moment, and then pulled me to the bar.

She bought a shot, and gave me one. I noticed that she kept looking back at Bill and Hilary. He was getting close to her...."Bill's drunk" close. I couldn't quite hear her, but I think she said something along the lines of "break those two up." While I wanted to remain with her, once again getting that sinking feeling. I had to pee, and badly. As I walked to the back of the bar, the line for the men's room stopped my progress. I looked over to see the girls sitting with Bill. Melonie and Hilary were talking with two guys who had already talked with Morgan.

I watched Bill whisper to Morgan, and she laughed and rolled her eyes at Hilary. Then she said something back to Bill, and without being noticed the two stood up and moved towards the smoking deck. I watched with a jealous lump in my throat as they left to go outside. Though it was only a two minutes wait, it seemed like an eternity. I pissed as fast as I could when I got the chance, not shaking myself of the final drops, and raced out the bathroom. Melonie and Hilary were still talking with the two guys, oblivious to anything else.

When I got to the deck, I looked around, and Morgan and Bill were no were in sight. My hear began to race. I knew of a spot down the alley, were Bill took girls to "talk" when they smoked, out of range of the noise of the bar. I left the deck, making sure I had the stamp on my hand to get back in, and walked with purpose down the alley, to the other side of the building. This "spot" Bill had discovered was in the back, and lit up, but no one was ever back there.

I heard talking, and it grew louder as I moved closer. Not wanting to be seen, I moved to a portion of the alley that was more darkly lit. Finally, as I came slowly around the corner, I could see them. They were across the parking lot, under a light, smoking. Bill was VERY close to my girlfriend. I wanted to punch him. This was MY girlfriend he took to his "spot". Even if they could see me, they never glanced my way.

I watched intently, with a growing unease in my stomach, and a tightening sensation in my pants. I couldn't make out too many words, but at one point, Bill moved in close and Morgan pushed him back. "You're such and ASSHOLE!" She laughed. She then gave him a stern look, and said what I think was "You better stop flirting in their mister!"

That was a strange thing to say. I watched as Bill put his arm around her waist and whispered in his ear. Her eyes went wide. "Fuck you!" She said, but began to laugh hysterically.

Bill smiled. "If you don't....she WILL!" He raised his eyebrows playfully.

"You're such a jerk," Morgan said, and my mind almost exploded when she got down on her knees right in front of him. She took two looks around to make sure no one was around, glancing right past me in the shadows. "You have two minutes!" She held up her fingers, and her hand then reached to his zipper.

It was at this point I felt I had to stop this, but my feet didn't move. I couldn't move. What would I say? That I had watched them? What would Bill do? I'd have to punch him fast, or he might kick my ass. He was drunk and bigger than me. Embarrassingly, I was kind of afraid of him, even then. I didn't want to start a fight I wasn't sure I could win, especially in front of my girlfriend. All I could do was watch.

All I could do was watch. And watch I did, as she pulled his flaccid cock into the light, right there in the open. She looked up. "TWO MINUTES!" And then her mouth opened and she took my friend's cock into her warm wet mouth, right there in the back of the bar. Her head bobbed back and forth right in the open. I could do nothing but watch this brazen act of betrayal happening while her friends were in the bar, while she thought I was in the bar. As I watched with feet of stone, I was amazed at her effort. This was not loving slow licking and playing she would do with me. This was a no-holes barred straight up sucking. This was a blowjob. The noise of slurping filled the lot, and Bill just grunted with his hands behind his head.

What happened next, even after all that had transpired still amazed me somehow. Bill put his hands on her head. Normally, she would slap my hands away if I tried this, but she let his hands remain on her head. He pulled her head towards his crotch with ****, and I watched his hips begin to move. Morgan didn't resist and allowed him to hammer her face. He was FUCKING HER FACE! HE WS FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND'S FACE RIGHT THERE! She had never allowed me to do this.

I looked down at my watch, and realized one minute had passed. Apparently, Bill wanted to be punctual for once. The look of utter contorted bliss on his face had me envious. I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I was envying Bill getting the chance to fuck this beauty's mouth and face for all he was worth. This beauty who was MY GIRLFRIEND!

Several seconds later, and I heard him moan. With a thrust his movements stopped. That' when I saw Morgan's throat contract as if she was swallowing something. I didn't even put two and two together that it was his cum that she was swallowing, to transfixed on the strange erotic scene before me. It must have been too much, cause her mouth came off his dick, and she coughed, a trail of cum connecting her lips to the tip of his dick. A spurt hit her ear and then another splashed her chin. She kept coughing as Bill muttered "FUCK! FUCK!" Over and over.

Morgan stood up, a little wobbly, and wiped her chin with her arm. She slapped him playfully and then rubbed her ear to wipe away what was left. Bill began to zip up, and I noticed they were getting ready to move my way. HOLY SHIT! I ran back down the alley, and past the smoking deck to the front door. I must have waited ten minutes to get back in. The two were back inside. Morgan was on Bill's left chatting with Melonie and some guys with her legs crossed, and Bill was talking to Hilary.

I walked casually as possible back to the group. Bill stood up, and waved me over. "Hilary and I were gonna get a smoke. You want one?" I wanted to punch him, to confront him for what happened. Could I do that? This wasn't ****. Morgan was more than an idle participant.

"Didn't you just have one," I made a joke, trying not to look at Morgan to give it away. Hanging my head low I followed them outside. The doorman actually high-fived Bill, and said "I didn't think you could do it."

Bill was stumbling now, he was still drinking beers, he was slurring and talking close to Hilary, who simply laughed. When we went back in, I hoped he'd be kicked out, but apparently the doorman was his new best friend.

If Morgan's act was an attempt to get him to stop flirting, it backfired. The new more relaxed Bill apparently was a hit, with girl after girl making eye contact and subtle passes at him. It was mortifying, but at the same time it made me happy. Serves Morgan right.

It was about midnight when I walked with Melonie and Morgan to the bar. Morgan kept glancing back, as she bought another shot. Which was surprising cause she usually didn't drink this much. It was then that Melonie reached over and grabbed something from Morgan's hair. "I think you have some of your hair straightener still in your hair." She pulled her fingers back to reveal a clump of white goo. "What is this?" She said sniffing it. "It's not..."

Morgan grabbed a napkin and rubbed Melonie's hand. "I guess I didn't get all the straightener." She pulled out a comb and ran it through her hair. I watched as the comb met resistance near her ear. She was combing Bill's fucking cum into her hair. From that point on, a small portion of her hair near her ear looked stiff as a board, and had a darker color than the rest of her already dark hair.

The night dragged on, and I found myself again needing to use the restroom. The girls were dancing by themselves, "No boys this time" they had said. Bill sat by himself and looked as if he was passing out. I watched from the men's room line, and noticed a young blonde sit next to him. She held out her hand to greet him. It gave me relief knowing that he was occupied. As I got closer to the bathroom, I looked on the dancefloor to see Melonie and Hilary dancing with the tow guys from earlier. Morgan was no were to be seen.

I left the line, and walked slowly towards Bill. I stopped in my tracks when Moran sat down on the table across from where Bill was sitting. She leaned over to greet the blonde girl next to Bill. She seemed to want to get involved with their conversation. The girl got closer to Bill, and they began laughing and pointing at people. Morgan must have felt left out, cause she turned back to look at the dancefloor. I shot a glance towards where she was looking. When I turned back, Bill's eyes were wide, and the blonde girl was leaving. I looked at Morgan, and noticed her legs were wide open as her head was turned. Bill was looking right up her skirt, and his new "friend" didn't like it.

Morgan finally turned back to Bill with a funny look on her face as if to say "Oh...you notice me now!" She lifted her purse and pulled out the pack of smokes. I truly thought she had quit, I knew she smoked once in a while, but tonight she was a chimney. I watched them get up and walk out to the deck.

Man....I wanted to follow....but I had to pee. After ten minutes, I finally cut my way into the bathroom. When I pulled my zipper down, I found it hard to pee. The massive erection was making it unable for me to do anything. So I ended up peeing all over the wall, and heard shouting. I ran out, not washing my hands. Melonie and Hilary were at the bar with the two strangers laughing and talking. I moved quickly out to the deck, and again, Bill and Morgan were gone. I didn't want the doorman to know I was watching these two, who he must have thought were together, even though I came in with her. I walked around the other side of the building, to the street, and came to the alley on the corner that leads back into the parking lot.

There was one car in the lot, and I was able to crouch down. The darkness hid my spot, and I watched and scanned until I found them in the corner, under the same light smoking. I could hear more clearly now.

Bill was shaking his head, "What I need pussy! It's not my fault if its coming to me.

Morgan looked irritated. "You're such and ass you know that." She then turned to face the wall at their end of the lot and bent down. "You have THREE MINUTES!" She said and my eyes bugled when she pulled up her skirt revealing her small tight ass at the tops of her amazing legs.

Bill moved in close, "Give me FOUR babe!"

This made her chuckle, "You won't last that long," she said, and reached down to pull her panties down. She let them fall around her heels, and then bent down with her hands on the wall.

Bill, like myself, just stared at the scene before him. It must have given him a hard on to see her like this, cause I sure as hell had one. As he stared a part of me screamed in my head, "YOU ONLY HAVE A FEW MINUTES!" I have no idea why that thought crept in my head above all others. He seemed to hear me mentally, cause he dropped his pants and waddled over behind her. I saw him pull up his shirt with his right hand, his hard cock in his left, and looked down at her pussy. "Someone's ready to go!"

HOLY SHIT! I thought looking at the folds of her cunt, as they glistened in the light of the lot. She was ready! She gave a soft grunt, and her head fell below her outstretched arms, as Bill's cock entered her. "Fuck that feels good. Babe you're so tight." He muttered pushing forward. He grabbed her hips and didn't waist a moment of the time he had left. He began to jackhammer her, causing her to brace herself and push back against him with her arms as the only leverage to keep her from falling. The sounds of "thwapping" filled the lot. Like earlier, this wasn't as slow drawn out session of lovemaking. This wasn't even sex. Bill was fucking this beauty. He was fucking this HARD. Slamming into her. FUCK, she is GETTING IT! I laughed to myself, the notion that "she" was my girlfriend, slowly bubbling up in my mind. Bill was railing my girlfriend like some whore on the back wall of a bar.

As that very idea finally settled in, I heard Bill grunt as he had an hour before. I saw her small ass cheeks be manhandled as he pulled her towards him. Her eyes seemed to roll ever so slightly, as her nails scratched the wall. Both of their bodies tensed, and Bill's face grimaced. Not a painful grimace but one of utter bliss, and I again envied him. He was feeling the wet inner walls of this gorgeous girl. He pulled back, and I watched in the light as cum dribbled out of Morgan's pussy and down the back's of her legs. He stumbled back and rubbed his hair, pulling his pants up.

Morgan grabbed a tissue from her purse and began to wipe upwards towards her pussy, gobs of cum coating her hands. "You happy asshole. Happy you got pussy. Are we done with all this."

Bill slapped her ass and she stepped forwards a little. "Yeah babe, I'm good." Was he calling her babe now? Were they dating? Was I still dating her? These questions haunted my mind as I ran back around to the front of the bar and waited to get in.

The wait seemed like hours, but it had only been minutes. Right when I got inside Meloine grabbed my arm. "Bill is gonna get kicked out." She pointed to Bill over at the back door to the deck. He was laughing and talking to the doorman who was patting his back. Bill was visibly stumbling. Melonie and I walked to the bar where Morgan was talking and sipping a drink with Hilary.

She crossed her legs on her stool and smiled at me when I came over. "You want another beer honey?" She asked. I felt like telling her to fuck off. But I couldn't expose all this just yet. So I dejectedly drank, taking secret shots now and again to kill the nerves.

At one point, Hilary pointed to Morgan's knees. "Did you fall....you're all bruised up."

Morgan blushed and rubbed her knees. "No...I...I don't know."

Melonie patted me on the back, "Maybe these two went out back to.." she made a blowjob motion with her hands. It caused everyone but me to laugh. Just then, I got a pat on my back from the doorman by the deck. "You're buddy has to go."

He pointed over to Bill who was passed out on the lounge chair. Melonie came with me to collect "our friend", while Hilary went to the bathroom. Morgan stayed in her chair. We walked over to Bill and tried to lift him up. He wouldn't budge. "At least he looks happy", Melonie laughed and pointed to the shit ass grin on his face. It was the look of a man who was truly content. Why not, I told myself. If I had gone through what he did, I don't think I'd give a shit either. Melonie said she was going to get Hilary.

The doorman returned a minute later. "You're friend has to go." He said once more.

I nodded, "I know, I know, I'm trying to get him."

The doorman shook his head, "Not him, his girlfriend over there!" He pointed to the bar, and lying with her head on the bar, was Morgan, with that same smile, passed out right there. I wanted to hit the man for saying "his girlfriend", but to him, it was the obvious thing at this point.

It took some time, but we got Bill to wake up, and then moved over to get Morgan. I helped her to her feet, and looked back at the stool. A wet spot plain as day was there for all to see. It DEFINATELY wasn't pee. Someone was going to have to clean up after Bill....again. This made me laugh. Even indirectly, he's a disrespectful asshole.

We placed them in the car, with Bill on one side of me in the back seat, and Morgan on the other. Both slept soundly the entire time. When we got to Bill's parent's house, were he lived, he basically rolled onto the lawn and waved at us to leave.

The next stop was Morgan's house, and I carried her inside, and laid her on the bed. She didn't even have the power to take her clothes off and just plopped onto her bed, right in the middle. As she scooted to a pillow, her skirt pulled up. Her long tan legs, still looked amazing. Her hair, tossed, and filled with Bill's cum cascaded onto the sheets. She looked gorgeous even then. She truly was the hottest girl tonight. By far. As I looked at her panties that were soaked with Bill's cum, I realized that drunken fool had lived up to his promise. He had fucked the hottest girl at the bar. Judging by the smile on her face as she snored mouth wide open, he had done a good job.

I walked out to the kitchen and got a beer and sat down. For all his bravado, Bill certainly got what he wanted. He was truly the man. If he wanted the hottest chick, he was going to get her, no matter what or who stood in the way. And all the things like "fucking her face", and cumming on her, and fucking her in the alley, were things she wouldn't let me do in a million years. He had a way about him.

A thought crept into my head. Could Bill fuck her in the ass. She said she would never allow anyone to do that. But this was Bill. As I sipped my beer, I thought, if anyone can do it. He can. After all, his birthday was coming up. Shit. That would be a present. Fucking that hottie in the ass. I hope he does it. Cause I know he'll tell me every detail and how great it was. I don't have a chance. I wonder what it would be like to fuck a girl like that in the ass. I hope he tells me. I envy that guy. I wonder if I can somehow talk her into it.