Thursday: For You!

You stood there and watched, as they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Bill set her down, and she had to bend a little to continue kissing. Which she did. Which they did. You watched in amazement as their tongues mashed against each other, right out in the open. At one point, Morgan's left heeled foot came up off the floor, and then settled back down. You recalled such things from movies, and how women remarked it was a sign the kiss was good, and making the girl happy, as if she was lighter than air. They're kissing was causing your erection to push against your slacks. Why did you wear slacks? A part of you wanted to look better than Bill, maybe somehow present yourself as a BETTER suitor? You didn't know.

They kissed. And kissed. Well, it was making out really. It went on for a good fifteen minutes, before they stopped. Morgan's lipstick was all over his lips. They both adjusted their faces, Morgan wiped her lips and checked her mirror. They then held hands and walked over to you. Your erection was pretty obvious, but so was Bill's in his black cargo shorts. Both of you were extremely excited. That's when you noticed Morgan picking at her own crotch while on the phone. Her jeans were so tight you could see her swollen mounds. Morgan had camel toe. Was she aroused as well? Or was it the jeans? The three of you just stood awkwardly looking at each others “excitement.”

“Help me with my bags bro?” Bill winked at you finally breaking the silence

“Uh...no,” you said with a bit of anger.

Bill patted you back. “I'm just playing with you dude.” The three of you walked to your SUV. Morgan picked at her camel toe constantly. Bill put his stuff in the back, one backpack and one small duffel bag. Traveling light, you guessed. Bill hoped in the back, and Morgan hoped in the other side of the backseat. You took off from the parking spot, and adjusted your mirror. It didn't take more than ten seconds before they were kissing again.

Morgan was in the middle seat, and Bill was behind you. You heard a commotion like clothes shifting and giggling from your girlfriend. “These jeans are too tight for that,” she whispered.

Bill muttered. “Mine aren't.” You wanted to adjust the rear view mirror more, but you had to get on the highway and needed it. You heard the unbuckling of a belt. Then Morgan's dark hair sank from your view.

“Mmmmmmm....,” she moaned from Bill's lap behind you. A licking, slurping, smacking noise filled the car, even with the radio on.

“FUUUCK!” Bill's hand came up and gripped the shoulder rest of you car seat, and pulled back, causing you to shift back, and speed up as your foot hit the gas. He was gripping the seat as if he wanted to rip it off. “STOP! STOP!” Bill cried out.

You heard a loud wet “pop” and then Morgan's head came up into view, a little slippery around the lips. She was smiling. “What's wrong?”

“HOLY SHIT YOU CAN SUCK A COCK BABE!” Bill was breathing heavy. He confirmed your suspicion. She was giving him head in the backseat.

Morgan made a joking sound, “WANNA KISS ME LOVER!” She said in a fake deep manly voice. She went to kiss Bill and he pulled back. She laughed, and then reached up through the center between the seats, and grabbed the water in the cupholder next to you.

You got to your apartment, and Morgan seemed giddy to tell Bill all her plans. She was skipping in front of you both now, but your eyes were on that small ass and toned legs in those tight jeans. It made her ass look great. You walked up the three flights of stairs and entered the apartment.

Bill dropped his bags at the door, and shocked you both when he grabbed Morgan by the waist, and effortlessly lifted her stomach onto his shoulder. He carried her away towards the bedroom. “Sorry, I got to take care of something bro, we'll catch up soon,” he called to you and spanked Morgan's ass.

She was swatting at his back but her mouth was open in a wide laughing grin. She gave you a grinning look as if to say “well now, that was unexpected” as your fiancee disappeared into the bedroom with your buddy. You didn't know what to do. Hadn't been told anything of how this would all work. Just go with it, Morgan's words rang in your head. Could you go in the room? If you could, they probably would have asked. Could you listen at least? How close could you get?

As you slowly crept towards the bedroom. The floor creaked under you. Shit, you thought. The TV wasn't on, and the living room was dead silent. An “Oooooooooo,” from the bedroom picked your head up. It was silent again for several minutes, as you just stood, about three feet from the door, near the couch in the living room. The walls weren't too thin, but you could hear mumbling if you listened. You waited to hear something, and Morgan rewarded your patience with a shout...

“RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP! OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCCCCCK BABY!” She was mewling from the bedroom. Loudly. She NEVER screamed that way with you. It caused you cock to twitch, but you got jealousy as well. Was he better than you at sex?”

As you debated that, she cried out. “I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING! I'M ALEADY CUMMING!” It shocked you to hear. She hadn't been in there but 5 minutes, if even that. The moans stopped and you sighed with relief. Maybe it was over.

You walked over to the fridge to get a beer. Then you saw Bill's bag opened. There were pill bottles. One said “Tiger-x” and the other said “Samurai-x.” So you goggled it. Male enhancement pills. You grinned, he's cheating you thought. You knew he did with Viagra and stuff. You took a pill from each bottle and drank them down with the beer. You wanted to know how they worked. Would your cock grow? It was 4.5 inches and you swore 5 on a good day. You sat on the couch and waited for them to come out.

That's when the wall banged. And then again. You heard screeching of metal against wood. Where they going again? You wondered if pills were that good. Maybe you should use them when you get a chance with Morgan. Maybe she'd like....

“FUCK ME BILL! FUCK ME!” The scream of a pornstar came from your bedroom. But it wasn't a pornstar. IT was your fiancee. Begging your friend to fuck her. It hurt like hell to hear, but made you hard as diamond. You pushed your ear to the banging wall to hear more. “I'M GONNA CUM! DON'T STOP! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!” She shouted so loud you pulled your head away from the wall. The wall seemed to move as the headboard clearly was banging against it.

“OOOOHH BABY! I'M CUMMING AGAIN BABY!” She was calling him baby. It was nuts and erotic. Bill wasn't making love to her in there. He was fucking the ever living shit out of your fiancee.

“FUUUUUUCK!” Bill cried out what was becoming his mating call. You knew he was cumming now.

“THAT IS A MESS! FUCK!” Morgan cried out. What was a mess you thought.

She came out to see you just standing there. Wide-eyed. She didn't know what to say at first. “EH, sorry Bunz, we had to get that one out of the way.” She smiled and left you.

It was more than you could handle. It was already too much. She came out seconds later and went back in the room. Bill came out now and winked at you. He had something in his hands. He then went into the bathroom and came back out seconds later. He went over and sat on couch with a cocky smile. Morgan came out adjusting her hair, putting it up in the back. She was still in her heels. She had a tie in her teeth, and walked to the fridge. She grabbed two beers, and you expected she'd give you one. Instead she walked by you, still standing with your erection, and sat with Bill. She handed Bill and beer and popped on open herself. She didn't even like beer. She crossed her legs away from you and towards Bill. There legs touched. “Sorry Bunz,” she said again. “That was loud. The walls here suck, but we had to get that out of the way. We'll try to be quieter next time.”

Bill grabbed her knee. “Doubt it.”

She laughed and told him to cut it out with a playful sock to his arm with her elbow.

You stood awkwardly. Not sure what to do. Your cock burned. Morgan spoke up a few seconds later. “I”m bored, let's go do some day drinking.” She insisted. Before you could say another word, the three of you were going to the bar around the corner. Not your favorite dive bar, where they knew you, but on up the street, you rarely went to. It was was cheap. Morgan and Bill walked hand in hand sharing a smoke, chatting about work and life.

When you reached the bar, Bill sat in the middle. Morgan to his left. He had his arm around your fiancee the whole time, as if to say “mine”. And she seemed delighted by it. They were chatting about family and life. She complained about work, and Bill said something about guests probably wanting to fuck the girl at the front desk. Morgan went red and laughed, “You're an ass,” she said and kissed him. They did this a lot. Stopping to kiss, and suck face. Even when she went to bathroom, she'd kiss him and say “I'll be back in a minute babe.” Or to go use her phone, a kiss, and a “back in a bit”. They truly looked like newlyweds. When she was gone, Bill talked sports. The old white haired lady tending bar called them “cute”.

Finally, Morgan got up and said she was going to get ready. She wanted to go get food and then to a movie. That you and Bill should have a few beers. IT would be a while. “See you in a bit babe,” she said and you were about to respond, but she kissed Bill and waved to you. When she left Bill shook his head watching her ass sway.

“Fuck I've been waiting so long. I am going to WRECK THAT PUSSY THIS WEEKEND DUDE!” He said. He saw you turn stone faced at his comments. You were angry but you couldn't question. Bill patted you back. “Calm down, it's just a weekend.” He then snickered at you. “I”m gonna fuck her so good she'll never want to stop.” You turned beat red. “Just kidding dude.” He then lifted his hand. “She does love it though. Check this shit out.” On the tips of his fingers were a grayish whitish foam, Bill licked his fingers. “That's her man. Smell,” he thrust the fingers to your nose. You took in the strong sexual odor of a woman. One you recognized from Morgan's panties.

Bill sipped his beer and talked sports. He didn't seem to be able to stop bringing it back up. “Dude, if I do netori this bitch, you can't complain. She's a fucking minx. A dime-piece. She needs to get fucked all the time, and fucked right. You can't handle that pussy dude. Sorry.”

“Whatever Bill,” you wanted to fight him. He was being a bully as usual. He slapped you again, telling you its just fun. Just a weekend. You talked sports again, and things calmed down. Then you asked him a question about the pills. You asked if they really make your cock bigger.

Bill laughed. “Not really, they just make you hard as fuck dude. And able to keep going. Like, your dick gets so hard it feels tight like its going to burst,” he laughed.

“How many do you take.” You asked.

Bill chugged his beer. “Just one dude. Anymore than that would probably kill you.”

Your heart sank. You took two. You asked if there was a difference for size or girth between the two. Bill explained there both just Viagra and some herbal stuff. He told you not to take one, since it is a pretty tough experience that first time. “Also,” he added. “If you do want one, make sure you KNOW you're getting pussy. You'll HAVE to have pussy. Jerking won't do it bro.”

A few minutes later Morgan texted the two of you in the group to come home. When you got back to the apartment, Morgan was in the bedroom, and said give her a few minutes. She came out and both of you stopped. Bill spit his beer out. She had on a tight orange top that pushed her small perky breasts together and up, making them look rather huge. The tops of her cleavage almost burst from the spaghetti strap top. She had her short black hair with blonde streaks done straight, full make-up with dark eye-shadow and dark lipstick. She had on hoop airings, her “hook-up” hoops she called them. What got your eye was the leather skirt. It wasn't tight, but it was short, and came down to a few inches above her knees. She had on her pink strap heels, with the smooth cork bottoms. They gave her the same height as many of her heels. She looked out of your species, let alone league.

“Damn babe,” Bill said. He stood up and kissed her. They made out for about a minute right above you sitting on the love seat. Before Bill snaked his hand to her ass.

She pulled it off. “Cut it out,” she laughed. “Get us beers babe,” she pointed to the kitchen. You could see Bill was erect again. Would he wear that colored shirt and black cargo shorts now? After she looked like that. IT wouldn't even make sense you thought. Morgan placed her foot right in between your legs, “help me with my straps Bunz.” Her dainty heel clad foot was inches from your hard cock now. She was above you looking through her phone, commenting about how gross her boss was for liking the selfie from earlier. It was like telling you that you were beneath her, a nothing, insignificant in that moment. It was intensely erotic, and that's when your cock began to push harder against the skin. You understood what Bill meant as the pills were working now. Your dick kept pumping blood, desperately trying to find more room. It felt tight, and would have exploded if Morgan had simply stepped on it.

As you adjusted her straps, you needed to move forward, so that her toes touched your cock. Her pink painted toes. Even her feet looked sexy. Bill had always said they were fuckable feet. With a perfect curve. You never noticed until that moment. She shifted her foot, and pushed her toe into you rock hard erection. She was touching your bulge with the tips of her big toe, and you wanted nothing more than to press forward. You would have come, and could have come, but she pulled back. You had finished that foot. She put the second foot up, never even looking down, and pushed the bottom of her heel against your bugle. You fastened the heel strap as best you could, feeling your orgasm build. NO...NOT HERE....NOT NOW.....

Bill handed her a beer and she pulled her feet down. Saved. You sighed in relief and began Yet, it was the most sexual contact you'd had with her all month, except your “jerk off” sessions. She had to know what she was doing. At least she was teasing you.

You left the house and went to a sports bar. Heads turned as Morgan walked in. You were walking to the bar, to leave them alone. Morgan called to you, asking where you were going. She giggled and called you dumb, and told you that it was fine if your joined them. She'd let you know when she wanted “alone” time.

Bill sat with Morgan. They did the same thing, like two newlyweds. Your fiancee would kiss him randomly, and he had his arm around her. You went the bathroom and got a new update from Morgan's facebook. It was a picture of her and Bill, smiling, with the caption “date night”. The likes came in and comments about how “Great” she looked and how “cute” they were. What would happen at the end of the weekend with all these updates, and people “in the know”. It scared and excited you. Bill and Morgan would always have this moment in time. Even after you married her. The cocky fuck would be smiling the whole wedding knowing he “porked” the bride.

You came back and watched Morgan feed Bill, saying he “has to try” her pasta. The drinks flowed. Pretty buzzed, you all walked across the street to the movie. IT was tough for Morgan in the heels, but she managed. When you reached the top, you had an hour. Bill pulled out a joint.

“Wanna smoke,” he asked.

Morgan actually turned to you now. “Can we...it's been so long.” It was the first time she broke her “role” acknowledging you as her man. She quickly understood. “Don't know why I'm asking you.” She pointed to Bill. “He's my boyfriend,” she pointed to the back of the theater in a goofy awkward manner. “Lead the way.”

There were a series of rocks, about 100 yards in the back, in a construction area. You used to always smoke there. In fact, you Morgan, Bill and some friends had a few times. IT had been a while. This time, Morgan say on the rock opposite you, with Bill. He took a drag, and passed it to Morgan, who did the same, and passed it to you. It was burning fast.

Bill asked if the two of you wanted to “shotgun” to make it last. You knew this meant he takes a drag, cups his hands and blows it into your mouth. It was a way to smoke longer and get higher. Morgan agreed. You said that was fine.

“How do you do it,” she asked. You were about to explain, when Bill told her to close her eyes and open her mouth. She did as told, and Bill planted a kiss on her, smoke came from their union. Morgan pulled back from the surprise. “Dickhead.” She laughed. You had watched Bill try that on girls before. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

Bill then came to you and did the shotgun right. You cupped you hands and took in the smoke. You were already drunk, and now getting pretty high. “I didn't get any,” Morgan said finally. “That was BS! Do it again.”

“Cup your hands,” Bill said taking a drag.

Morgan shook her head. “Not the pussy way.” She surprised you both, by grabbing Bill's shirt collar and pulling him close. Her lips crushed over his, and smoke came out both of their noses and mouths as they again made out pretty obscenely right there. Bill handed you the joint and you took a drag watching silently, feeling awkwardness. You were about to take another drag, when Morgan stopped you. She reached over and took the joint, took a pull, and handed it back to you. She went back to kissing Bill deeply. This went on for two more rounds, and they barely came up for air. The joint kicked, and you had it in your hand. “Should I....should....I....” they weren't even paying attention. It reminded you of high-school when Bill did things like this. However, this time it was your fiancee he was making out with.

They finished their make-out session finally. Morgan dropped her phone, and bent down. “Shit!” She said, and leaned forward, her ass to you. Her skirt came up and you saw her turquoise see-through panties. She remained like that for some time trying to pick the phone up. You could see her pussy folds. They were drenching her panties. She was giving you a show, and your cock loved it. She was still thinking about you.

Morgan laughed. “I am HIGH AS FUCK!” She finally got her phone.

“That was fun,” Bill said as they stood up.

Morgan lit a smoke. She handed it to Bill after taking a haul. “I got my fuck me hoops and fuck me heels on. Had to do something slutty.” It was the first time she'd called them that. She always said saying that was inappropriate. So she said “hook-up heels”. They walked hand and hand sharing a cigarette. It was so odd to see. Yet so arousing.

They paid for their tickets, and then you did. Bill got them one drink, to share, which she thought was cute. She got the white sprinkled chocolate mountain candies. You bought some sour patch kids. Bill then bought a huge bucket of popcorn, and Morgan said not to. They wouldn't eat that much.

You were walking to the movie. Some dumb horror movie. You weren't sure anyone cared. That's when you saw Dave, with the town slut Jessie. He came up and greeted you and Bill. “Is this the girl I heard about.”

Morgan looked to Bill, then to me, then held her hand out. “I'm Morgan, what've they been saying.” She looked at you both again.

Dave smiled. “I just heard Bill had some hot girl at the bar last time.”

Morgan walked over and put her hand around Dave. “I like this guy.” She said, you knew she was high as she was being silly. You could see it in her eyes. All your eyes. Still everyone laughed. Jessie introduced herself. She was short, had a decent body, but a big nose, and not a great face. Still she was one of the better girls from our town. The difference in hotness between Morgan and her was night and day. Morgan looked like a model compared to Jessie, especially all dressed up. Jessie had jeans and a top that tried to show off her chest. It worked,d but not as well as Morgan's top.

“There is a party at Dan's tomorrow.” Dave added. Dan was another guy who still thought he was cool ten years later. “You guys should go.”

You were about to say your busy. But Morgan took the invitation. It made you a little anxious, the idea of her going to a party as Bill's date in your hometown. That would be risky. But something about it made that cock hard again. The pressure was building down there. The blood couldn’t find enough space, and the balls began to burn. Your cock wanted to burst, and any movement the wrong way in your slacks would cause and issue.

You said your goodbyes, and then entered the theater. There wasn't anyone there but one other couple and two young teens in the front. Morgan and Bill walked up the side steps and you were about to follow. “Alone time,” Morgan stopped you finally with a hand to block you.

Dejected, rejected, and erected you sat behind the teens. Morgan and Bill went to the VERY back. The last aisle, up against the projector. The couple was two rows behind you. They had all the privacy in the world. They didn't waste time either. He was whispering in her ear. You watched them the whole time, and they didn't seem to look down at you. Morgan kept shaking her head and laughing. He kissed her ear. Bill's left hand moved over him and down beneath where her legs must be. Her mouth shot open. There was a surprised smile on her face. Her eyes glazed by the weed. Her body moved slowly, eyes wide open as Bill's hand remained down there. Morgan looked around, and then down, and caught you staring. She motioned with her hand in a circular motion. “Turn around”, she mouthed, still wide mouth, open in a smile and laughter.

“OH GOD!” A female voice, clearly Morgan called out. “DON'T STOP! OH GOD! OH GOD! BILLL!” She was shouting. The kids laughed, the couple even laughed. The previews hadn't even started. You turned back, and they were sucking face widely. More Morgan sucking Bill's mouth as if she couldn't get enough of it.

The previews started finally, and they were still kissing. You were hard, but somewhat confused. Was it really that fun to kiss so much. There was a wet sopping noise from the back that occasionally came up. At one point you heard a loud. “MMMMmmmmmphhhhhhffff,” from behind. You turned and Morgan and Bill were sucking face. She stopped and began to plant small kisses all over his face. You recalled her doing that ONCE to you...ONCE after you made her have a decent orgasm.

It happened again, that same loud “MMMMMMMmmmmmphhhhfff,” like someone was going to scream out but something was in her mouth. You turned. They were kissing. Bill's hand was still in the same position. This went on for thirty minutes.

Your cock was hard and kept squirting. It was truly painful. It wanted to cum badly. You had to pee. You got up, and left, seeing Morgan and Bill still in same position. After you pissed you started to walk back to the movie. Morgan came around the corner. She seemed somewhat pissed.

“Dude....you have to deal with yourself.” She said.

“What!” You asked.

Morgan pulled your arm so you went around a corridor to a empty hallway. “Deal with yourself.” She pointed to your crotch. It was bulging out. “That's not fucking appropriate dude. It's just odd.”

“Can you help me then?” You asked like a puppy dog asking for a treat.

“NOOO....I'm with Bill.” She put her arms over her boobs in annoyance. She then sighed and seemed to calm. “This is fun for everyone. It is....but come on.” She pointed to your boner. “DEAL WITH YOUR BONER!”

“Bill has a boner,” you added.

Morgan laughed. “I'm dealing with his boners. That's the point. I'm dealing with HIS arousal, and he is taking care of MINE. We are taking care of each other all over the place” She pointed again to your bulge. “DEAL WITH YOURS! Go jerk off somewhere or something. Isn't that what you want to do.”

You shrugged. Unsure what you wanted. Morgan walked away towards the bathroom. “This is your thing dude...jerk it out...enjoy it....do it in the bathroom for all I care.”

You went back inside the theater. Bill winked and gave you a thumbs up. He had the box of popcorn on his cock. He took a pic of something and sent you it. You checked. He put his dick in the popcorn. The old hole in popcorn trick. Morgan came back and sat down. She actually watched the movie. Bill glanced at you as she reached in an grabbed popcorn. She did it again. Both of you were anxious. Bill helped her as it was taking some time. Finally, she must have felt it. She looked down. Stared at the thing in the popcorn. Her hand not leaving the box. There were so many options. One, she would wallop Bill and leave, but they'd already fucked. You expected her to playfully elbow him, and then maybe actually do it. Though she NEVER did that with you.

She chose option three. Your fiancee never looked up at Bill or had a look of surprise once. She just buried her heard into the box. Bill gave you a thumbs up. He took a pic, and you opened it. It was her head buried in the popcorn box, or bag now that you noticed. She must have his dick in her mouth. This went on for a minute or two. Morgan's head came up, coated in butter. She licked her lips. Bill pulled the box off, and Morgan pushed her head back into his lap. A sucking noise, with popping noises, and slurping. The teens giggled again. Bill shouted. “OH FUCK YEAH!” The noises picked up, as the movie was slow. Morgan's black hair kept peaking up as her head moved at an amazing speed now. “OH FUUUUUUUCK!” Bill screamed. “AHHHH SHIT! FUCK! FUCK BABE!” His head flew back, and you'd never seen a man with such an expression of pleasure, laughter and somehow wincing pain. Morgan's head had stopped.

She finally came up and her face was covered in what appeared to be both butter and some cum. She was licking her lips trying to clean her face. She pointed to her purse next to Bill seemingly asking him to hurry. He grabbed tissues and she wiped her face. Like in the car earlier, she pursed her lips and moved in for a funny wet kiss. Bill pulled back. Morgan laughed, picking up the drink. She seemed happy with herself. She caught you staring again, and did the “turn around” motion with her hand and mouthed it once again. She had a smile on her face as if she were sticking it to you.

You watched the movie and turned around ten minutes later. Morgan and Bill were actually watching. It wasn't a bad movie. Something about a crazy lady inviting kids to her place to party and then turning crazy. You kept checking, and they were simply watching. So you watched the rest of the movie, and left them alone. When the credits rolled you turned. The pair was gone. You felt your heart actually sink. You wanted to be a part of everything you could. They were supposed to tell you were they went. Wasn't that a rule? How long had the movie gone on for.....45 minutes? When had they left.

You checked the bathroom, and nothing. You then went around the back of the theartre. They were there. They were sitting on the rocks, making out again. Morgan was now sitting on his lap, her legs crossed. It was a sight that made your cock sing. It somehow seemed even more intense. Small giggles from M Organ here and there. You approached. “What happened.”

“That movie sucked,” Morgan said. “This is more fun.” They kissed and Bill put his hands on her white creamy leg rubbing her inner thigh. She slapped him. This went on for a good twenty minutes. You just sat there smoking and checking fantasy sports as they kissed. You noticed as her head was craned back, there was a small reddish brown bruise under her chin on the left side. Bill had given her a hickey. It was his “mark”. He had marked your girlfriend...as his....and she sort of was right then. Your cock was hurting now.

Finally, Morgan stood up. It was time to leave. Morgan commented about “Shotgunning with cigarette smoke.” She told you never to do it and called it gross. They had just tried it, by accident she insisted. She lit her lighter to get light ANOTHER smoke. And share it you guessed, but as she did, you saw her right breast in the light. The fabric of her tight top barely covered another reddish light bruise. He had marked her again. You kept peering at her tits now. At one point she caught you, and had a slight look of unease as she adjusted her top over the “mark”.

The ride home was uneventful. They kissed in the back, but no fingering, no blowjobs, not even a handjob. She just kept saying “now” over and over and Bill kept saying “no”. You got back to the apartment, and expected Morgan would change. She didn't. They sat on the couch, joking, and drinking for another hour, occasionally kissing. You'd go out to smoke with them out front, but they never really invited you. They were in there own world.

It was around midnight, when Morgan grabbed a bunch of beers and then Bill's hand. “We're going to bed Bunz. Have a good night.” She said and never looked at you. She was into this. You turned the TV down to hear. You were disappointed at the sound of the TV in your room being on. You didn't hear a thing for sometime.

Around 1AM a thud came from the room. You listened for anything. Nothing was said. Another thud on the wall. The headboard again. Your cock still hard, you wanted to touch it. Like Morgan told you. But you felt shame. Like it was odd to do it there in your apartment with them in the next room. Almost disrespectful. Was that it? It felt weird. The thuds last for a half hour. They came in fast pairs of three after a while, then slow ones. Bill was really giving it to her, you laughed, speaking about your own fiancee getting fucked. “Thud...thud...thud....”

Then it became constant. “Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud,” this went on for a bit surprisingly. You wondered if Morgan's pussy would be sore from the pounding she was no doubt receiving. You envied Bill and wanted to touch yourself. You didn't.

Then she called out rather softly, but clearly and loud enough to hear. “Ohhhhh babe.....uuuuuuunnnngggghhhh...”

“FUUUUUCK!” Bill grunted almost angrily from the room. The door opened, and the bathroom door opened, and then closed. This went on for a bit. Morgan finally came out, and went to fridge. She had on Bill's black collared shirt, and that was all. She grabbed two waters.

“Your still up,” she said and looked at you then the TV. She then looked at your crotch. “You're literally still up.” She walked away. “I have no idea why. I mean you were staring at my tits the whole time and all...” she closed the bedroom door.

That was all you heard from them. It went quite. The TV went off. You walked around unsure what to do it was 2AM. You went to the bathroom and saw in the trash two very used condoms. On the inside was a large amount of cum, and on the outside was that same slick goo Bill had showed you on your fingers.

You finally decided to Google that word Netori. It was when a man takes another mans woman and fucks her until she loves it and doesn't stop. It scared you. How many times had she cum. Four at least last time, and probably at least four today. Well, four at the movies. She probably came 7 times today. That was at least 11 times he'd made her cum. That was 1 time more than you've made her cum in five years.

You then saw her purse. Her pink panties were inside. When had they come off. She left them for you. IT was all you needed. You found yourself in your car as yous sniffed her strong scent. You sucked in her juice from the fabric. Two hard tugs on your cock and it sent a volcano of your cum against the backseat of the passenger side. It was the only place you could be private and cum. You felt utterly drained, and were shocked to see Bill was right. Your cock was still hard as rock.

You'd need some time to charge. So you went upstairs. But you fell asleep on the couch. It was a long day..