She gets into the bikini and you get more adjusted to it all!

You had no idea why, but you woke up happy. You were excited. You had a spring in your step and a boner in your pants as you went down and bought some of the nicest tequila. It was almost one hundred bucks. You didn't care. You were eager to see if Morgan was actually going to go through with all of this. You thought about the last weekend they spent together, and than this one. There was certainly something different about the way Morgan acted and dressed when she was “with” Bill. It was more open and sexual, in a way you always wanted to see. Morgan was a girl next door with you, but a boner bringing goddess with Bill. You'd seen Bill do this before with women. Make them more suggestible to what he wants them to wear. You never thought Morgan would be one of “Bill's girls”. But here you were, and you were oddly eager and willing to see it play out now. She wasn't going to ever act this way with you, so who better to get it out than Bill.

You got a text from Kate. You knew she wouldn't be happy with the morning festivities, so you told her you'd hang out and ski in the afternoon. It was all so hot and erotic now that you accepted it. Still embarrassing to know that you were going to double date with your girlfriend as the date of your obnoxious friend, and your date was going to be some random fat girl. It gave you an even more intense erection.

You all but raced up to Bill and Morgan's room. Even saying that made your stomach turn a little but your dick yearn a whole lot. You knocked, and Bill greeted you. “Want a beer dude,” he asked. It was only like 9:30, but you could use a beer.

You handed him the tequila and he gave you a high-five. “This is going to be crazy,” he said as he grabbed you a beer.

“Were is she,” you finally asked.

“She's upstairs dude,” he sipped his beer and watched Sportscenter. “We had sex all morning, she feels gross. Upstairs STINKS bro!”

“Like what,” you asked geuninely curious.

Bill shot you an awkward look, “like sex dude.” He laughed a bit at your question. He turned away from you and chugged his beer. “I woke up and she was sucking my cock dude,” he laughed.

“No shit,” you said rather amazed. Had she ever done that for you. Once again you sensed she was vastly different with Bill.

“Yeah, I was like having a dream about class again, and this time she was there sucking me off. And I wake up and she is swallowing my shit bro!”

“She didn't go to our high-school. I met her in college,” you oddly thought to correct him.

Bill just commented about “what if” she did. He would have fucked her all day and night. She'd be the head cheerleader and Prom Queen, and he went on and on about your girlfriend. It was so strange, but your cock couldn't be denied.

“You two are going to get me arrested,” Morgan called from the other room. She came out in a large white robe, and walked to the kitchen. “Patron! FUCK YEAH!” She opened the bottle and poured a large glass.

“You're the best dude,” she winked at you and went to go sit with your friend. Bill stopped her.

“Where is the bikini?” He said.

She looked over to you quickly, and then back to Bill. “I don't have to wear it in here do I?”

Bill nodded. “I won that bet!”

“Whatever, you guys are jerks” she muttered, undoing the strap on the fluffy robe. It fell to the ground and your eyes almost busted out of your head. She had on a red bikini that tied at the sides and barely covered her perky tits. You knew this one. It was one of her more sexy bikinis. In your head you for some reason thought she'd wear one of her one pieces. Those weren't bikinis though. Her ass swayed in the bikini as she walked away to the kitchen. “I need to get drunk fast.”

Bill went to fist bump you his eyes locked on your girlfriend's ass.

She came back down and sat on the inside of you and Bill. That was a first. She still crossed her legs towards Bill, but her comfort level was much more relaxed. Even in the bikini. She drank two full glasses quickly, and Bill was CHUGGING beers. He kept resting his hands on her leg and rubbing up her thighs. At one point, he actually groped her tit. She pushed him away annoyed. “Are you drunk already?” Bill nodded with a smile, and looked to you with a wink. Morgan pointed to his crotch. His erection was obvious. It was like a tent pole. It made your face red looking down at your own. It was barely there. “That thing isn't coming with us!” She stood up. “Come on, I want to get out there and get this over with BEFORE it gets packed out there.” She grabbed Bill's hand and pulled him up. As she walked past you holding his hand she looked at you. “Are you ready?”

You nodded.

She pointed to the bathroom. “I'm going to get rid of this guy's boner and we will just go out from the back.” She was referring to the fact that the lodge suite had access to the mountain. You could literally walk out the gate and onto the mountain.

Bill laughed and you heard him as they went towards the bathroom. “That's kind of rude babe to just leave him out here!”

Your girlfriend said. “It's fine. You got a boner and I'm wet as fucking hell. Let's bang out a quick one so we aren't thinking about sex the whole time.”

Bill said he'd still be thinking about sex, as you watched your girlfriend's bikini covered ass disappear as the bathroom door closed behind her. The water to the tub started. You moved closer to hear. When you got several feet from the door you heard Morgan moaning.

“Oh....right there....oh fuckkkk yeahhhhhh!” She was almost whining the words like a pornstar. Your own cock hurt. You felt insane jealousy once again. Simply because she was dealing with BILL'S boner without a thought of yours.

You went back to sit down, and wanted to cross your legs. Cum stains were beginning to form. The pair came out and you noticed how truly relaxed they looked. They had that tossed hair, just fucked look. Both were glowing. Morgan more so than Bill. She went and got you both a beer. You chugged yours now. Bill was drinking slower. She brought three shots. You eagerly took yours. They took their time and toasted. You felt oddly out of place.

Finally, Morgan stood up and walked to the back deck. “Let's get this done buttheads,” she said in that sarcastic tone. You didn't want to move. If you moved you'd cum. Morgan went outside and felt the air with her hands. “At least its a good day.”

“You coming,” Bill said putting on his puffy coat and ski hat.

You nodded, “I need my gear from my room. I'll meet you guys on the mountain.”

Bill looked at your face. “Got it. Makes sense!” He smiled and walked towards Morgan. They left you right there as they grabbed there skis and went to the gate and onto the mountain. She was really doing this?

You needed to jerk off. You ran to the bathroom which had that scent from Morgan's panties filling the room. A pair of them were hanging on the back of the door. A black thong. You lifted them to your nose. Your phone buzzed and shocked you. You looked at the message. It was Bill he sent a pic of Morgan's ass as she bent down to put on skis. “This will help.” He said in the message.

Though your friend was helping you jerk off with pictures of your own girlfriend, it truly did help as you fired a hard wonderfully satisfying load against the back wall of their bathroom. You felt so relaxed, but still had to wash down the wall and put the panties back. Morgan wouldn't know this time. You were sure of it.

With a huge weight off your shoulders you walked to the deck and got your own skis. You left them there the night before. This was the plan. You just got side tracked. You went through the gate and put your skis on. You texted Bill where they were. He texted back “the bowl”. You knew that area. He sent a picture of Morgan skiing in the bikini. She looked so focused, and so gorgeous at the same time. Bill commented about the old lady staring in the background with a disgusted face.

You got to the ski lift and sat next to two guys who must have been in college. They were talking bong hits and stuff like class. One of them then made a comment that perked your ears up. “Did you see the smoking hot chick in the bikini!”

The other one nodded, “Yeah man, nice ass. She's with that guy though.”

“I know her,” you blurted out, proud that you knew the hot chick they were talking about. It was your girlfriend after all.

“Yeah,” one said, they looked over, “what's her name. How do you know her? She is smoking hot”

“Her name is Morgan,” you said, “she's my.....” you stopped yourself dead. You were about to say she was your girlfriend. How would that work. They had already seen her with Bill. Would they believe you? You could show pictures. How would you explain it all? You face began to get beat red.

“Well dude, she's your what?”

You sighed. There was nothing to say that would make any sense to these people without utter humiliation. There was only one thing you could say. “She's my buddies girl,” you said the words and as you did you felt a strange sense of defeat. As if Bill won some game you didn't even know you were playing, you had a personal shame, both mentally and erotically as you got a new erection saying the words. These kids had no idea.

“Lucky fucking guy,” one of the young guys said.

“Is it serious with them?” the other asked.

You sighed, “I don't think so.” You hoped not.

You spent the rest of the ride deflecting comments about asking her out for them. As if you were going to set your girlfriend up with these college idiots. You were mad, and it got worse once you came off the lift, which dumped out to the bar at the top. Morgan was right there sitting with Bill and drinking a beer in the bikini.

Her face lit up with recognition as she saw you and called you over. The college kids followed. They told her how “hot” she was, and ended up taking pictures with her. Morgan seemed to feed off the attention. She stuck a leg out and they held it up as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out smiling for pictures.

Several women came by. One said “you rock girl! Work it the way you want!” So there was no humiliation from Morgan. She in fact became the mountain celebrity for that day. She didn't ski much. She just drank beers. It was cold on the snow. Still, she did what she was told by Bill to wear the bikini and did it with a smile.

At one point, Morgan and Bill insisted on going down the long side trail with the wooded area. It was really the only time Morgan said she wanted to ski. The three of you took the lift up, with Morgan in the middle. They were talking about work like nothing was strange. So comfortable with the situation. You added to the conversation, trying no to be weird.

You watched her ass as she pulled off the lift and skied down the side trail. Bill followed. About a half a mile down. Both her and Bill stopped. You heard Morgan say “here”. Bill nodded.

Morgan came up to you and grabbed your hands. “Ok. You're lookout. Make sure no one comes down this side.” She then took off her skis and went down into the wooded area. It was dark and there was a small slope off the left side of the mountain. Bill did the same with his skiis and followed her. What the hell were they doing. Various people skied by without noticing or caring. You cheated to the edge of the embankment. Morgan was on all fours in the snow. Bill had his pants down and was fucking her from behind. You could hear the smacking of his balls against her ass and the snow crushing below them. They were fucking right there. On the side of the mountain. It was amazing. Your cock throbbed to life again watching your friend fuck your girlfriend doggystyle in the snow. Her bikini was just pushed to the side. Easy access, you laughed.

You then heard people behind you. It was a family. The father said “Everything all right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just going the bathroom back there!”

Suddenly Morgan shouted. “I'M COMING! I'M COMING!” Or so it sounded. The man nodded. The family left and you laughed hard. Perfect timing.

You went back to the bar. Morgan was relaxed, but Bill wasn't. She seemed the bell of the ball up here. Bill seemed agitated. He was drunk to boot.

Around noon, you actually had to remind her that Kate was coming out and she would probably have to change. She twisted her head. “Guess I don't look good enough for you?” She laughed and looked to Bill. “Your buddy is no fun,” she then winked at me and agreed it was time to change.

You skied down to there deck, and Bill and Morgan went through the gate and you waited. Bill was getting you a beer. It took several minutes. Then more time. You moved up to the red gate, and looked through the small opening between the wooden posts. There on the couch in the suite, was Morgan, bikini top off, her tits in Bill's mouth, as she moved slowly on top of him. They were having sex again, you found yourself laughing about “these two”. Your cock began to twitch alive as you watched them slowly fuck. It wasn't quite a quickly. They were kissing and she was moving slowly. Her back arched and her head went back. Bill buried his face in her perky tits. You rubbed your pants covered crotch imagining it was you in there. You found yourself wondering what it was like to fuck your own girlfriend. She just seemed so different with him. She fucked differently too.

She must have cum, because she stood up and got off of Bill. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Bill stood up shaking his head, his cock pointing high and hard. He pulled his pants up and went to the fridge. He got two beers and started walking back to your position near the gate. You pulled back.

He came out swigging his beer. He handed it to you. He seemed somewhat angry. You decided to tell him your little story from earlier. For some reason, you recounted the tale of the family coming upon the three of you while Bill and Morgan were fucking.

“Dude she was screaming “I'm cumming, I'm cumming,” right when the guy asked if there was a problem”, you laughed

Bill started to die laughing. “No way dude! That's perfect! Priceless!”

It got quite. You sensed the tension in him. “You didn't cum up there did you?”

He shook his head. “No. No time. She wanted to do it quick. She got my dick all wet and then shit like froze. I was hurting up there.”

You laughed. “No way.” Your girlfriend's pussy juices froze his dick. It was actually funny.

“It's fine,” he chugged his beer. “She just warmed it up with that snatch bro!” He held out his hand for a fist bump. But you saw the whole thing.

“Did you at least cum this time?” You blurted out. Now you were discussing whether or not she made your friend properly cum.

He shook his head. “Nah. I'm gonna bust bro!”

You sighed. “NO WAY DUDE YOU GOT TO CUM!” There was this odd ease now, with the way you discussed your friend fucking your girlfriend. Like it was just normal now. You were actually sort of mad at Morgan in a strange way. For teasing your buddy. She was HIS right now.

There was a knock at the door. It was Kate. She had a large puffy coat on. Morgan came out in her own winter gear. She still looked great in black leggings and a purple puffy coat. Kate had on cargo pants, and you did see she had a nice big ass. You were pretty drunk now. Everyone was but Kate.

Morgan ran up and hugged Kate, they talked like best friends and Morgan poured them drinks. You walked over and talked about how nice of a day it was. Kate made a comment about a girl in a bikini on the mountain. You and Morgan actually shared a quick look and a smile. There was a new ease between you and her as well. She actually touched you arm now and again and was very flirtatious.

Bill was anchored to the couch quitely watching Sportscenter.

“You want a beer dude,” you asked.

He said yeah, and you grabbed him one. You sat on the couch with him as the girls talked. You watched Bill and then you did something you never thought you'd do. You stood up and told Kate you wanted to get out on the slopes. Morgan started to grab her things. “No you two stay back. This dude needs to cum!”

Morgan's face went red. Her mouth hung open as she looked from Bill to you. Then to Kate. Back to you. Then her face, luckily broke into a smile. “I have made him cum ALL day!”

There was laughter, even if Kate was uncomfortable. Bill finally broke out laughing. “NO YOU HAVEN'T”

Morgan then pushed Kate and you out the door. “Fine you big baby! We will meet you guys up at the bar on the “bowl” in twenty.” She then closed the shades. You had no idea why you had once again agreed to not only help your friend get laid by your girlfriend, but you INSISTED they fuck now. You also realized that Kate was confused. So you told her how the three of your were kind of “crazy” open. You even spilled the beans that it was Morgan in the bikini. She seemed somewhat more at ease. She went with you down some trail and drank some beers.

About a half hour after leaving Bill and Morgan showed up. Bill had a wide smile on his face, and his arm around Morgan's waist. “Shots on me!”

“Better dude,” you asked.

“Better dude,” Bill nodded.

“Good,” you joked, “you're not yourself when you don't cum.” Everyone laughed at the reference to Snicker's commercial. There was a new group dynamic growing and it felt somewhat good.

Morgan and Kate went to get shots. You asked Bill what he did with Morgan.

“She got naked,” he told you, “apologized a bunch and then sucked me so good and slow dude.” He made a motion with his fingers, “I was fingering her the whole time,” he laughed, “she was squirming and screaming and moaning on my dick.” He held his two fingers out and you now took a whiff. It was the unmistakable scent of Morgan's pussy. A smell that Bill had taught you to recognize of all people. “I shot the biggest load in her face!”

You went rigid. “You came in her face?” She had told you that is disrespectful. It was something you always wanted to do. It made you somewhat mad she let him do it.

Bill nodded, sipping his beer. “She always does.” He looked at his phone. “She just needed to shower quick after.” He then showed you a picture of her face covered in his cum with a smile and her tongue licking her lips. It floored you and made you horny at the same time.

“Can I....can I get that picture,” you nervously asked. Why hadn't he sent it in the first place. You were bros?

Bill hesitated for a moment. “Sure”. He fumbled with his phone. Yours buzzed. What was that hesitation. You were bros. You just expected he'd share his...your girl. “Where are them shots babe?” He turned to Morgan.

She eased the tension with a joke. “I'M COMING! I'M COMING!” She moaned in mocking seduction as she carried two shots in her hands. Bill must have told her. It made you both die laughing. It was odd to be in on their “sex” joke, but it was a fun story. All couples had in jokes. Was this theirs? Yours? Yours with THEM? It was odd but your cock strained in your pants even at the strange sense.

Morgan gave a shot to Bill and then Kate gave one to you. It made your head spin that she just went right to Bill, not ever messing up and handing you a drink or a shot.

The rest of the afternoon went off went off well. Skiing, drinking, laughing, and you got to know Kate. How could you not, as you were on lifts with her, and usually her alone. Bill and Morgan were always behind or ahead of you. People that recognized Morgan asked where the bikini was, and she would smile and wave. Quite like a celebrity. She was “that girl”. She didn't seem to care, even though she was surely on social media.

The running joke was any of you saying “I'm coming! I'm coming!” In a mocking sexual way. Kate kept asking what it meant, and you told her you had to be there. It got a huge laugh when she made the joke.

Later in the afternoon, your new “group” got more drinks. It was time to retire for naps, and to change. You were tipsy and tired. Bill and Morgan went through the gate and to their room, leaving you with Kate. You told her she was welcome to join you. You tried to sound sly, but this was the afternoon, and it came off weird. She blushed and kissed your cheek.

“Goodbye,” she said, “for now at least.”

You got back to your room. You listened intently for noise upstairs. Nothing. No bed creeks, no smashing sounds. Nothing. You went to the bathroom, and began to go over the whole day of your cuckoldry. It was so different than you'd read or imagined.

You began to pull your cock to the image of them fucking in the snow, and then on the couch, and then the story Bill told you of the long slow blowjob. Your phone buzzed again. You forgot to even open the pic of her face covered in cum. Below it, Bill had sent another. Morgan's ass was visible and Bill's dick was inside her. Her pussylips wrapped around his cock. The message read “Nothing like hot pussy after a cold day.”

As you jerked your cock, you felt better about Bill's actions. That's the “bro” you knew. Always sharing. You jerked off hard and shot a huge foamy load against the wall. You laughed imagining it was Morgan's face. She'd kill you, you told yourself and laughed.

You retired to the bed and laid your head down. You instantly fell asleep. You dreamt of high-school. You were in Mr. Hanson's history class. Bill was sitting next to you. Which was odd. He was in the dumb classes. Just then the door swung open, and in walked the cool girls, Jesse, Jaimie, but now in the middle dressed in the high-school cheerleader outfit was Morgan, her hair in pig tails. She walked up and shooed you away. “Beat it loser!” She said in a ditzy bimbo voice. Then she got on her hands and knees and began to suck Bill's dick in the middle of class. The class went on as if nothing was out of the ordinary. When did Bill's cock come out even, you thought. He was constantly high-fiving and then fist pumping you. Her head bobbed in his lap.

You looked down, and your own cock was in your hand. You were trying to fist pump Bill with your left, and jerk off with right.

“Don't stare,” Mr. Hanson yelled to you. “Let Bill enjoy his blowjob!” You heard smacking noises and swallowing sounds. You were so close.

“I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!” You found yourself yelling as a huge load erupted from your dick.

Bill and Morgan laughed and said in unison. “Good one dude!”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Like an alarm clock the noise from upstairs started again. And hard this time. They must be going at it you thought and peeled your covers from your body. That was one of the best wet dreams you had ever experienced and you hadn't been the one having sex in it.

You got ready, and began to dress. You found yourself wanting to look good. The noise upstairs stopped. You knew Bill and Morgan would go at it for a bit though, and then she'd have a long process of getting ready for dinner and drinks.

You decided to call Kate. You found out she was more than ready and eager. You told her to meet you downstairs. She texted you “I'm coming! I'm coming!” Lol!

So you met her for a drink. When she came down, she had on tight jeans with rips. Her flab came out of the jeans. But with the make-up you thought after a few beers she'd be fuckable. She told you that Morgan had explained the joke. She was texting her while you watched. They were friends? Like really becoming friends?

“They'll be ready in an hour. She says to have fun with you!” Kate put her phone down.

The college guys from earlier came up to you. “Where is the hot chick dude? In the bikini?”

Kate brushed them off. “She has a boyfriend guys. Who is probably getting lucky RIGHT now!” Her words made your stomach flip and your cock tip up.

The college guys left, and Kate texted again. Was she texting Morgan. Were they BFFs? Was she now Becks? She went on about how her other friend is the same way with her boyfriend.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused and still concerned about all this “boyfriend” talk.

“Oh, you know,” Kate said, “always touching and kissing, and uh...” she whispered, “fucking”. She pointed to her phone. “Morgan says they don't give a shit, if they can find a place to...” she whispered, “fuck...then they're doing it.”

You needed to know. “Does Morgan call Bill her boyfriend?”

Kate looked at you confused, “No....I just...just assumed.”

You tried to deescalate the situation. “I think they're just fuck buddies.”

Kate shrugged. “You coulda fooled me.”

You didn't talk about it again, not wanting to sound weird. Kate got a text, and told you Morgan and Bill were ready and wanted to start in their room. Before you went, Kate stopped. “We should bring a gift!” It was so odd to hear. You just watched as she bought wine in the shop. Like you were going to Morgan and Bill's house. Like THEY lived together.

You followed her up the elevator to the suite and lodge level. You knocked on the door. Morgan greeted you with a wide smile. She looked so stunning, in red lipstick, with her hair straightened. She seemed so mature and even taller. You took her tight red dress in as she hugged and kissed your cheek. Then she hugged Janelle. Your eyes followed Morgan's ass. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings and she wore platform heels which made her even taller than you. They made her legs look fantastic and she looked like a model. You watched her next to Kate. It was a goddess next to a girl who wasn't even fuckable until a few more beers. It made you chuckle.

You thought about how Bill must have felt bringing fat girls around Morgan. She never dressed like that with you, but she always looked good. You felt so low and slightly ashamed to even pretend to make a comparison between the two. You wondered if this is how Bill felt. It must have sucked. Then you saw Bill's wide smile and how content he was. He looked so comfortable, and at ease with the world. Is that how you looked and felt with Morgan on your arm.

You needed shots. And they were there. The four of you drank and joked like not a moment had passed from the afternoon. You went as a group to the restaurant and you sat next to Kate, and Morgan sat with Bill. The meal was nice, and you too felt more light hearted than before. The meal was great, and Kate wasn't looking too bad after all the drinks.

You switched venues to the lounge area in the resort. You watched from the bar as Morgan sat with Kate they were talking. Your eyes went to their legs, and you saw how sexy, long and toned Morgan's were, compared to Kate's. Again, you began to wonder if this is how Bill always felt. As if its not fair that you don't get a shot with the hot one.

You brought the group drinks, and Bill stood up and put his arm around you. “Guys time.” Morgan gave him a look. It was odd. He pointed to the cigar bar across from the lounge. You two walked chatting and having a good time with whiskey in hand.