The next weekend with her new man!

Things began to go back to normal over the next few weeks. Morgan went back to being your girlfriend in all ways. As if “that” weekend had not happened. However, you of all people knew that it did. In fact, you spent your nights looking at the video online, and the video you created, as well as the one Bill sent of the footjob. It became your porn. It was the only thing that really got you off for some reason. Sex with Morgan was good, but it did seem like she had to work hard to achieve an orgasm. She would never have more than one. Not like the way she had reacted to sex with Bill. You wondered if she would rather fuck Bill.

One day you saw a note on the calendar. It was a weekend cirlced in red marker. “What is this weekend?” You asked your girlfriend.

She patted you on the back, “Its my weekend away, we've talked about it,” she gave you a concerned look. “It's not an issue is it?”

You shook your head. Could you even tell her how jealous it made you feel? After the way she acted you were scared to even complain. Why did it also excite you so much, you thought.

As the days past, Morgan's attitude didn't change. She went to work and came home to you as if nothing was different. You watched her dress daily in her pants suits. Always with the pants suits and nylons. The nylons looked so sexy on her body, making her ass and legs look great. Sadly, she always took them off. Never and fun for you with her in those pantyhose.

There was a big difference in how she acted with Bill now. You had gone out with her, Bill, your friends and Morgan's friend Hillary. Bill was fucking Hillary, but they weren't “dating” both of them said. Did Hillary know about the weekend? Did everyone? You suspected that maybe people knew, but no one said anything. The truth is, Bill didn't spill the beans, and you thought he would. To brag. But nothing. Your friends said nothing. Hillary said nothing. They had to notice. Bill and Morgan were WAY more comfortable around each other now. Like a tension had been lifted. Bill still made comments and hit on Morgan in front of everyone, but instead of getting annoyed and asking what YOU were going to do about it, she just brushed off his attention.

You noticed when Hillary was drunk and hugged Bill his eyes were on Morgan's legs in her yoga pants. She seemed to smile. Maybe she felt pride at having something over her friend. Could a woman cuckold another woman? Was that possible? You were a cuck, no doubt, but was Hillary too?

The days past and it was the beginning of “the week”. The circled week. Your heart raced each and every day. How was Morgan dealing with this? She seemed so fine and comfortable. You were hard all the time and anxious. It was obvious. It was Wednesday night and you were in the tub, and Morgan came in. She sat and took a pee. Had she shaved her vagina? There wasn't a hair. It looked so tasty. She saw your boner and laughed. “You are LOSING it,” she walked over and you lifted you hand and began to move towards her pussy. She stopped you hand. “Not down there hon,” she pushed you hand away, “I don't want to mess the situation I got going down there up for this weekend,” she joked and walked out the bathroom.

She came back in with three things: coconut oil, a picture of her and her friend in a frame and a pair of yellow latex gloves. She was acting oddly, you thought, as she walked over and put the picture on the faucet by the toilet. “Don't I look hot in that picture,” she added motioning her head to the picture of her with her friend. She had shorter hair, and the blonde streaks from when she was younger. She was lifting her foot while her friend held it, and both were laughing. She did look hot in those heels she had on and the jeans and the outfit.

“What are you doing?” You asked as she put on the gloves, and began to pour coconut oil onto the gloves.

She shocked you by reaching down into the tub and grabbing your cock with her left hand. She pointed to the picture. “I'm helping you relax hon,” she said. You grunted as she began to jerk your dick. As strange as it was, the sensation was phenomenal, the gloves, lotion, the stimulation. She pumped her fist up and down on your small cock and seductively spoke. “I have seen you checking that picture out. I know how hot I look,” she giggled.

“Oh god,” you moaned. “What the hell are you doing?” You began to thrust into her hand as her pace and pressure picked up.

“I'm helping you jerk off silly,” she chortled, “Just tell me when you're going to...”

You grabbed her shoulder before she could finish. “I'M GONNA CUM!” You shouted gripping her shoulder as your cock exploded in her gloved hand. It was a powerful and intense orgasm. Your cock erupted like a volcano all over the yellow glove. She kissed you cheek as you came in her hand. Then she stood up and undid the gloves, making sure not to get cum on her hands. She then left the room and you heard her washing her hands.

With a smile, you napped in the tub. You woke up a half hour later, and Morgan was making cookies. You went to the kitchen and found the gloves in the dishwasher. Your cum was dripping down onto the bottom of the washer. You realized that not one drop had touched Morgan's hands or arm.

As the weekend approached she baked you cookies, brownies, and lots of pasta left overs. Friday came, and your heart was beating. Morgan came out of her bedroom dressed in a small brown work skirt. She had on her signature panythose, and high heels. She looked stunning. You watched as she grabbed a coffee cup from the top shelf, her calves straining as she did. She was giving you a boner and a half, and she didn't even seem to notice.

You went to the bathroom. On her bed was a open suitcase. Inside were all kinds of lingerie ensembles, and even a school-girl outfit. The one YOU had bought her. You couldn't believe it. You came back out and an hour later she walked out with her suitcase. “You got food, snacks, beer, whiskey. All you need hon,” she kissed you and was gone. You sat alone in the apartment. She was gone until Sunday night.

The whole day at work you were distracted. Finally, you told your boss you were taking the afternoon off. He didn't mind. You went home and paced. What was Morgan doing? What was Bill doing? At around 2pm you got your answer. Bill texted you. There was a pick of her driving her car. Bill had taken the photo of her long legs in those nylons. He then texted “I got to deal with this all weekend bro. I'm gonna lose my shit if I don't cum!”

For some strange reason you texted him back. “You should be driving bro. Road head!” You cringed when you sent it, filled with jealousy, but at the same time excited.

An hour past. You texted Bill. “How's it going?”

Bill texted you back almost instantly with a picture of him now driving. The back of your girlfriend's head in his lap. “Better now dude. I'm going to get into a car accident. She sucks so hard! Lol!”

You spent the next fifteen minutes fishing through Morgan's hamper and pulling out some panties. You got the scent of that pussy on you nose and your jerked off slowly. You had a nice orgasm and then pulled up your pants and got a beer. You were actually eager for Bill to text you.

He did ten minutes later. It was a picture of Morgan pointing out the window of the car at something. She had cum on the left side of her face. A big gob and she didn't seem to notice. Bill texted “she went into the rest stop like that. She has no idea! Lol!”

You told Bill he needs to tell her or she'll be pissed. She'd be pissed at you. You knew that at least. You waited and waited for updates. Non came for an hour. Finally, your phone buzzed. It was Morgan on snapchat. She had sent you, and several friends (not Hillary or anyone who knew her) pictures of the resort and their large room. There was a jacuzzi and everything. A jacuzzi on the patio. It was a ski resort. Morgan had typed “so much sex in this thing is HAPPENING!” You couldn't believe it. Did these people know she was not with you?

She sent a snapchat of the view. You decided to text Bill. “Saw the place. Nice view!”

A minute later, your phone buzzed. “This is the best view.” It was a picture of Morgan bent over and you could see everything. She was opening the minibar and Bill snapped a pic. It showed her pantyhose covered behind. She had panties on under the pantyhose. Was that normal? You felt kind of weird not knowing.

“How does it feel? Lol!” You texted him. Not sure why you added the laugh.

Bill texted back. “What?”

“The nylons! Duh! Lol!” You texted.

Bill sent a picture of your girlfriend bent over. His cock was buried in her pussy. Her juices were coating his dick. Did they not wait a minute to fuck. She was facing the TV. Bill's hand were around her waist, and her panythose were pulled down. “I'm not fucking her pantyhose!” Was his message. It felt weird. You realized that he wasn't going to do that. Why would he? Its something you would do. You wondered what they'd smell like.

You texted Bill. “You didn't waste a minute.” Trying to get past the awkwardness of your last message. Bill didn't respond and you got nervous. Then you remembered that there were potentially nylons in the hamper. You raced over and dug in, and found a pair. You began to take in her scent from the pantyhose. It was glorious. Soon you wrapped the soft fabric around your dick and began to hump. You took a pair of panties to sniff as you did. As you came in the pantyhose you knew you'd have laundry to do.

Ten minutes later Bill texted you back. “No we didn't. Fucked right away.”

For some reason you texted him back. “You two are nuts bro. What are your plans tonight?”

Bill came back with. “Drinks and sex. What you up to?”

You looked down at the pantyhose and panties. Was this YOUR weekend? You felt shame, and texted Bill back. “Nothing really!”

Bill told you that you should get a room in the resort and hang out. They had another free pass for the weekend to ski. You asked if Morgan would be ok with that. Strangely having to ask Bill if YOUR girlfriend would be ok with YOU showing up to THEIR weekend. It was all so head spinning. Bill told you not to worry. She'd “get over it”.

You packed a small bag and got into your car and told Bill you were coming. You made reservations and got the floor below them. You insisted a room below theirs. It worked out in your favor. You drove fast and Bill sent a text. It was a picture of Morgan, bare ass in the hot tub, drinking champagne. Her back turned to the sunset. “This weekend is going to be awesome dude! Get here!”

You sighed and realized it would be fun for them, but not so much for you. “Well you have her,” you texted feeling awkward doing it. “what am I going to do?”

Bill got back to you. “She met some chick dude. Told her about you!”

You felt a frog in your throat. Was this real? Was your girlfriend trying to set YOU up for the weekend. It was all so odd. She wasn't responding. Or maybe you weren't texting her. It felt odd to. She was with Bill. At least for now. For some reason, you felt as if texting Morgan would actually be a disrespect to Bill. Why did you think that? Were you accepting she was with him for these “weekends”.

When you arrived you checked in and put your stuff down. You chugged several drinks at the bar. It was almost 10pm. Bill was asking where you were. You were nervous. What would Morgan say. Bill told you she was cool as long as you didn't act weird. So you drank to get comfortable.

You took a deep breath and went up to Morgan and Bill's room. Bill greeted you at the door. He seemed in a good mood. The set up wasn't as nice as the casino as far as space but it was nice. Like a lodge with a fireplace and large TV. Morgan finally came out of the room and your eyes went wide. She had on a shiny silver dress that barely covered her crotch and hugged her form. She looked stunning. It made your cock jump in your pants.

You waited for her to say something mean. Instead she came up and kissed you on the cheek. “You made it.” She said and went to the kitchen, your eyes watched her ass as she walked in the silver strapped heels. Her hair and make-up were done to perfection. She looked so much out of your league t wasn't even funny.

You turned to look at Bill who sat on the couch. He had on black jeans and a black shirt. Nothing spectacular. But when your gorgeous girlfriend came over and sat next to him on the couch, he didn't seem to be out of his league with her. He seemed comfortable. She turned to you as she sipped a glass of wine, her red painted lips staining the glass.

“How was traffic,” she said and turned to Bill putting a hand on his knee. “We drove for like FOUR fucking hours!”

You mumbled something about it being fine.

Bill laughed. “It went by fast!”

Morgan giggled. “You almost KILLED us.” She pointed to him but looked at you. “This guy can't handle a little ROAD head!”

She got up and Bill slapped her ass. “You get me going babe!” He winked at you. “Me and 'Stiffy'!” Bill added a strange comment.

Morgan went to pour herself more wine and get Bill a beer. “OM FUCKING G babe! Don't even talk about that guy. He's a creep!” Did your girlfriend just call him “babe”. Did they now have inside jokes. You listened as they both laughed and explained a story about having to have a guy come fix the fireplace and show them how to use it. Apparently, he was a tall weird looking man who stared at Morgan in her pantyhose and “adjusted” his pants a lot. The two busted out laughing and it made you intensely jealous, but at the same time your cock was hard as a rock.

Then Morgan brought up the girl. “So I met this girl Kate. She's here with her parents and wants to hang out and have drinks.”

You gave her a look. “Ok...and what do I do with her?” You asked confused.

Morgan looked and Bill, then to you. “Sleep with her. Duh!” It was so strange. Was she now helping YOU on these weekends. The three of you drank several drinks, and you got drunk. Real drunk. Then the door bell rang. Morgan jumped up and in walked a brunette in a red plaid shirt and jeans with cowboy boots. She was chunky. She had a muffin top, fat neck, and fat arms. What was Morgan trying to say. She introduced the two of you. You offered Kate your seat.

“A gentlemen, ooooh,” Morgan cooed and sat with Bill. She whispered in Bill's ear and they smiled.

You sat and talked with Kate. She was also in the hotel business like Morgan and she talked about that. All you did was watch Morgan and Bill. They seemed in their own world. Whispering, laughing, even kissing. Bill kept trying to stick a hand up her dress and she'd laugh and slap his wrist.

At one point, Kate got up to use the bathroom. Morgan leaned over to you, finally acknowledging you were even in the room. “What do you think?”

You shrugged. “She is nice!”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Yeah. But would you fuck her? She needs it!”

You shrugged again. “Maybe.”

Bill told you to get more drinks in you.

Finally, after an hour, you all decided to go to the bar. Morgan and Bill took shots and went to the dancefloor. They were gridning on each other. You thought it was inappropriate. Kate looked out at them. “That's what I want! Right there!”

You looked at her. “What do you mean?”

She pointed to Morgan and Bill. “That kind of relationship. You can just tell they fit.”

You looked at them and then her. “What are you talking about?” Your heart was again beating fast. Your cock harder than ever. It had been all night.

“You can just tell they fit,” Kate said sipping her drink. “No tension, no awkwardness, no anger, just ease and relaxed demeanor.” Kate whispered in your ear. “I bet they fuck ALL the time.” She sipped her drink. “You can just tell. She looks so satisfied and happy.”

It made you mad and you wondered at her statements watching them the whole time. Kate mentioned about you having a “thing” for Morgan. She could tell. You brushed it off. She told you to forget that because its “your buddies girl” and she is way too into him to even know you exist. You were angry but so hard it hurt. You felt your cock about to burst.

Morgan stumbled over. “You take this guy.” She said holding Bill's hand. “And go get condoms!” She then pointed to the small store. You and Bill left and the girls walked to the elevator. As you discussed Kate and fucking her with Bill, you felt surreal. It was all too much. For all intents and purposes, Morgan wasn't your girlfriend on these weekends. She was Bill's. It was a strange sensation. It was something he had wanted for years. You wondered if he'd want more with her.

Twenty minutes later you were sitting drinking. Morgan and Bill on the couch. You and Kate sitting closer than before. She was into you, or you thought. The chunky brunette with the fat face was very much trying to get to know you.

Morgan was wasted. She insisted that you and Kate use the “hot-tub”. Kate said she doesn't have a bikini. Morgan made a reference to bra and panty rules in this suite. Kate looked at you and you shrugged and nodded.

As you walked by Morgan she slipped a condom into your hand. Was this real? So there you were in the hot-tub. You and Kate were basically nude. You kept looking into the lodge. Morgan was on top of Bill. They were kissing passionately. Bill saw you looking and lifted her skirt, showing you her black thong with a wink. When did she get a thong?

You were so hard, so drunk, so confused by all of it. You looked at Kate and grabbed her by the neck, feeling her flab, and softly kissed her. She kissed you back, and her breath wasn't great. You went to reach up and touch her breast. You needed some release. She stopped you. “I'm not like that. Sorry.” She explained she was a “good girl” and you'd have to date her for a while. She said she “liked you”. It was so weird.

“I can take you to your room,” you told her.

She shook her head. “Not right now,” she pointed to the suite. “They're uh...kind of having sex on the couch there!”

Your head turned to see it all. Morgan was on top of Bill. His condom covered dick was buried in her and you had a perfect view of your girlfriend being fucked by your asshole friend. Her skirt was hiked up, and her heels were on the sides of Bill. He had the look of utter satisfaction on his face. You were angry you couldn't hear inside. Even more angry when Kate tried to gain your attention. She talked about what you did for a living. You sighed and talked to her, knowing that just a few feet behind you Bill was fucking your girlfriend. And you couldn't even see it now.

After five minutes of talking you heard the doors slide open to the deck. Your eyes bulged out seeing both Morgan and Bill, fully nude coming out. Bill's hard cock bobbing. Morgan's pussy looked open and used. You couldn't believe your eyes. Both had beers and their phones. They just walked up and eased into the hot tub.

“What?” Morgan laughed seeing the look of shock on your face and Kate's. “Stop being such prudes!” Morgan NEVER acted this way. Was she drunk? She cuddled right up with Bill, his arm around her. Her body went under the water. “Everyone get naked. Come on!”

Kate shook her head. “I'm good.”

You agreed with Kate. If anything so that they wouldn't see your hard cock. Which was far smaller than Bill's. Morgan just called us prudes again and began to talk to Kate about the hotel she worked at. Her hands were below the water. Bill was acting odd, as his gaze was at the stars and he was just laying his head back. He grabbed his phone. Your phone buzzed. You waited for several minutes to check it. Bill kept motioning for you to check it.

You picked it up and saw his text. “Dude. She's jerking me off. Get out now before I cum. Just a heads up.” You looked to Bill and nodded. You turned to Kate and offered to bring her home. She agreed.

Morgan called to you. “Have fun you two.” She smiled as you left the hot tub and walked out the suite with Kate. You walked her to her room and kissed her good night. She said she couldn't “wait” for tomorrow to ski with you and Bill and Morgan. Apparently, she got an invite from Morgan. Was this a double date?

You thought about going back to Bill's room but just went to your room. You heard nothing. You cracked a beer and texted Bill. He got back to you. “Just chilling.” It was a picture of the hot-tub. It was empty except for him.

“Where is Morgan?” You asked.

Bill sent a pic. It was of the water. Morgan was under the water in his lap. He said that she made a bet that she could make him cum before she came up for air.

“She can do it dude,” you told him laughing because you knew she had a “SUPER” Bj that made your eyes cross and cum in under a minute, “better watch out. Lol!”

Bill didn't get back to you. You texted him what the bet was for. He didn't get back to you. You got into the bath. You retrieved a pair of panties you had secretly brought from Morgan's and began to tale in her scent. After a half hour your phone buzzed. It was a picture from Bill. Morgan was bent over the side of the hot-tub. Bill's dick was buried to the hilt inside her. Her wet pussy lips wrapped around his dick. It made you cum without touching your cock. Your cock spurted seed into the tub. You were oddly jealous of Bill and mad you didn't get anything from Kate. It was a weird feeling.

Bill texted “Fucking bro. Be done in a bit!”

“Looks like fun dude. I got to admit.” You texted your friend back feeling weird about the text and how honest it was.

You watched some Netflix in the bath, eagerly waiting for your phone to buzz. It finally did. Bill texted how much it sucked that Kate wasn't into “fun”. Morgan told him Kate was kind of religious or something.

Then Bill shocked you with a picture of Morgan's sexy dripping feet. They got your cock hard. Bill texted that Morgan felt bad you didn't get laid so she wants to help you have a good night. It was a strange thing to jerk off to the pic, but you did still.

You got out of the tub and sat on the couch with a beer. You heard banging from upstairs. The sound of furniture scrapping the floor and banging was loud. You laughed and texted Bill. “You two got to stop. You'll get a complaint!”

Ten minutes later the banging stopped and Bill texted. “Yeah. We are headed to the bedroom. Sorry!”

For some reason, you weren't mad. “No worries.” You told him. “What was the bet?” You decided you wanted to get a little more release so you went back into the tub.

Bill texted “I get to dress her how I want tomorrow. She lost the bet dude. Any suggestions!”

You found yourself actually intrigued at the idea of helping Bill dress your own girlfriend. Why did you enjoy this so much. There was still humiliation, but it felt more right than anything. You actually texted him about “short skirts” and “mini-dresses”. You insisted it “had to be heels too”. Bill just kept saying “lol”. Finally, you had a thought. Then you texted Bill to google “girls in bikinis snowboarding”.

Bill got back to you. “That is IT dude!”

You began to jerk off once again, finding a peace with your new role on these weekends. It was humiliating, fun, and erotic all at once. Your phone buzzed again. This time it was a group text from Morgan to you and Bill.

“You guys are ridiculous. Do I have to do this?” She said and sent a pic of her in her small red bikini with her skiis in the bathroom.

For some reason, you still don't get you texted before Bill did. “You lost the bet Morgan.”

She texted “Who invited you anyways? Lol!”

You felt hurt, but at the same time sensed she was jokng. “Your boy Bill did. Lol!” Was your response.

She sent a response “Well Bill better be in that room hard as fuck. And YOU need to get me some liquor since the is your idea. Patron shots in the morning!”

You laughed, “I'll get the Tequila!” You added.

“I'm hard!” Bill said at the end.

“Lol!” You added. You then heard noise from the bedroom. The headboard and bed were banging against the floor. Those two, you thought. It was like their thing, you laughed to yourself.