The talk that changes your life!! For good? For bad? You decide!!!

Bill sat you on the couch. He wanted a view of the lounge. You saw him keep looking in there. He nodded and then looked at you. “Listen dude, we've been talking,” he motioned to the lounge. “I kind of want every weekend with her.”

Your heart dropped. “What? HELL NO!” You wanted to get up and leave.

“Hold on,” Bill said grabbing your shoulder. “Dude she is SO smoking hot, and we have SO much fucking fun. You know how much I wanted her.”

“She's MY girlfriend Bill!” You were about to leave when Morgan came up behind you.

“Have you talked to him?” She looked at you.

“What the fuck is this shit?” You were pissed off.

“Kate just asked if Bill was my boyfriend.” She crossed her arms. “I didn't know WHAT to say. I'm not some whore who has fuck buddies and shit like that. I'm not some tramp who sleeps around!” She made a jerk off motion, “don't act like you're not having as much fun as us!”

You realized that she was 100 percent right. You had been jerking off and cumming just as much as them, if not more. It was embarrassing but incredibly relieving. You also remembered all Morgan knew about you and what she had seen and done before. You weren't defeated per se. You were curious. So you said, “how will this work?”

“On the weekdays,” Morgan said with a shoulder shrug, “nothing changes, but on the weekends I'm with Bill.”

“Like his...his...” you didn't want to say the words.

“Like his girlfriend,” she put her hand on your forearm softly. The words made you hard as hell, but dizzy. “You need to sit.”

“He needs a shot!” Bill asked.

“Make it two.” You retorted.

So you drank whiskey as they laid it out. For all intents and purposes, on the weekends, Morgan would be with Bill. In every way that entailed. Meeting family, doing date nights, sex, etc. You asked about Hillary, and Bill said “she's gone”. They told you they wanted some privacy some weeks, but then they'd do these weekends as well. You asked about where you'd stay, but you already knew you had an apartment. You just never went there. You asked about social media, they said nothing would be posted. This was fun. They thought of everything you guessed. How long had this been planned. If it was fun why did Morgan want titles like “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”. Your head spun and your cock ached.

Before their speech ended, you just agreed. How could you stop it? They'd do it anyways? What was your place? You drank more whiskey. I need a bit, you said and walked off. They watched you walk away and went back to the spot with Kate. You wondered what they'd say to her. You didn't care.

The minutes went by, and felt like hours. To be honest, it wasn't very long. Maybe ten minutes. But you ran it in your head over and over. What would it all mean? Where was your place going to be? Why were you still so hard. You wanted to yell at your dick. You sat down and had a beer at a bar across the resort. You were looking for a sign. Any sign.

“You should do it,” some guy next to you said. Did he know the proposition? “You should definitely upgrade to the shot with the beer. I'll have you feeling better right away.”

The female bartender, and elderly lady nodded, “Yeah, it's only two bucks more. Go big or go home!” So you agreed. As you sat and took the shot real quick. She noticed something was wrong. “What's on your mind hon?”

You were wasted, and just came out with it. “How can I keep my girlfriend from fucking my friend?”

She laughed, and poured you a beer. “Sucks, but if they are going to do it. They will do it. Out of your hands,” she handed it to you. “On the house.”

You actually understood her, and thought about it. You knew they were going to do it anyways. The best you could do was try and find enjoyment as well. You walked back. It seemed like hours, but it was only a half hour. You called Bill over, and Morgan. Kate sat confused but politely drank her beer.

“Ok. Fine!” you said.

Morgan kissed your cheek, “You're the best dude,” she then leaned over and kissed Bill's lips. “BOYFRIEND!” She exaggerated the word and went back to the lounge to where Kate was sitting.

Bill slapped your back. “It's going to be fun dude, trust me! You'll enjoy it as much as me, I promise.” He pointed to the lounge. He made a motion with his fingers. He nodded his head. “Get up and go the bathroom RIGHT NOW dude!” You did as told and turned to the lounge. Morgan's legs were wide open and you saw EVERYTHING! It sent the blood to your cock, seeing the stockings end up her thighs and her black satin panties. She blushed and closed her legs. She gave Bill the finger. You went to the bathroom. You got a group text. Morgan called you both “assholes. Lol!”

You were shocked, saddened, felt betrayed. But wasn't this were it was all going. As you had trouble peeing you felt shame at the now growing erection that urged to be dealt with. What would all this mean? Were you now competing for Morgan? Were you losing? It seemed so. Why were you so damned excited down there.

You're phone buzzed again, it was the group text with Morgan and Bill. Your buddy added one more wrinkle. He wanted to take Morgan to his work party in a few weeks. To show her off, he said. You sighed, you were mad, but you had to be civil still. Things had gone well so far.

“You'll give them a heart attack is she's dressed like that.” You sent a crying laughing emoji.

Moments later, Morgan added, “jerk. Lol!”

You went back and sat with the group. Bill got up for another cigar. Kate got up for drinks. It was Morgan and you. You wanted to say so many things. Morgan beat you to it. “I think you can fuck her dude,” she said.

“Can I?” You gave her a look.

She stood up, kissed you on the forehead, “Weekends are for you now babe!” She actually called you babe. That was good.

The night went on, and you paid more attention to Kate now. She was all over you. The two of you danced and drank, as Bill and Morgan did.

The college guys came back, and hit on Morgan. She flirted and was nice, but she reached over and said “This is my boyfriend....” she reached past you and grabbed Bill's arm, “Bill!”

At around Midnight, the four of you went back to Morgan and Bill's room. You all had drinks and chatted. It was comfortable again. After fifteen minutes, Morgan asked to talk to Bill in the next room. You got it by now. Even after Kate confirmed it. “She wants Bill to enjoy her “outfit”.” She put the word in air quotes. “She does look cute,” Kate looked down, “I notice you checking her out all the time.”

You tried to deflect. “No she's pretty. But she's not my type.” That's when you did it. You grabbed her flabby chin and lifted it. She wasn't gorgeous, but you simply needed something after all this. You kissed her and she kissed back. Her breath wasn't great, but neither was yours. You kissed her for several minutes, rather intently. Swapping spit, and swirling tongues.

You pulled away and pointed to the hot tub. “Wanna get in.” It was a wild idea, and you wanted to exude some confidence. You were shocked when she said yes.

As you approached the hot-tub, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out and it was a picture of Morgan reaching over the bed on her hands and knees. You could see the tops of the back of her stockings, and her long legs. Her dress was off, and her thong covered ass was on display.

Then you got a message, “What do Kate's tits look like. Send pics!”

You fumbled with your phone. “I can't do that.”

Kate seemed to read your mind. “I'm not like Morgan you know. I'm not that comfortable with...uh....like sex and stuff.”

You assured her it was fine. You didn't have to get naked. Then you got into your boxers. Kate surpised you by stripping down to her bra and panties. She had on a large white bra and panty set. How could she not, she was chunky. But she was a warm body, and one with large tits.

You saw your phone buzzing. Kate was on hers too. You wondered if she was talking to Morgan. It was odd. Bill asked for pics, and you said no. He called you a loser and you said “she's not like that.”

Your attention went back to Kate. You moved to kiss her again. She told you how much she “likes” you. The words were nice, but you weren't going to return them. You reached up to cup her breasts but she stopped you. “I told you,” she looked down, “I'm not like Morgan.” You wanted to say that isn't the Morgan you know in there either. That is Bill's Morgan. “I'd like to get to know you better.” She added.

You kept kissing her softly. “Ok,” you wanted more but you wouldn't push.

“Morgan and I were thinking a double date to the movies next week,” she looked at you. You agreed, and she kissed you more passionately.

Kate's phone buzzed on the side of the pool. She huffed, “God dammit Morgs,” she was now using a pet name. She looked at her phone, “Morgan wants to know if you've even made a move,” she started to type.

As she did you got another text, this time it was a picture of Morgan sitting in a chair, on her phone, bra off, still in the panties, her fishnet covered legs spread. It was so erotic. She wasn't even paying attention. Your dick burned. Kate shocked you when you felt her hand on your dick. She kissed you, and you put the phone behind her head. “Morgan says I should blow you, cause you need it.” She gave you a look. “We aren't there yet....buuuutt...” She began to jerk your dick off. It felt sloppy and too soft and fast, but you couldn't help but enjoy it as you looked at the picture of Morgan, thinking of her and not this chunky girl. The girl in that photo wasn't your girlfriend. That was Bill's, so it only made sense it was official on the weekends. That thought made you cum in the pool. You grunted.

“Was that good?” She asked looking at you longingly.

The two of you sat in the tub, and kissed some more. You let her know a lot more about you. Eventually she got up and began to use a towel on the bench. You did the same. The towel, and the night air were both cold. So you went inside.

Kate put her clothes on and kissed you goodbye. She told you not to “wait up for your buddy Bill” because Morgan said they were “pulling an all nighter.” You drank a few more beers not hearing anything. You were upset. You finally went back down to your room. As you entered, Bill texted you.

“No pics?” He then sent one of Morgan's backside. She was straddling him and his cock was buried in her. It was a great shot of her ass and legs in the fishnets. Bill was surely enjoying the outfit your girlfriend put on for him. You again caught yourself, this was Bill's girlfriend in this picture. You'd have to get used to that.

You got in the bath. A new group text came through. It was Morgan. “Did you get a handie in the hot-tub!”

Bill added. “Stud!”

You just texted. “Maybe”

Then Morgan responded. “So you fucking came in our hot-tub. EEWWWW!”

Bill said “Come on Morgan we came in that hot-tub all weekend.” The idea you were swimming in their juices made you wretch and hard at the same time.

“Movies next week boys.” Morgan added. “I'm going to get Kate to blow you. Promise! AT LEAST!”

You couldn't quite rationalize it all. Your girlfriend was going to get you head. Was this really happening? You just texted back. “I'm down.”

Morgan finished with, “Bill stop drinking out there. Get back in here and FUCK ME!”

“Get in there dude,” you added. “Don't make Morgan mad!” You made the joke.

Bill said “lol”

Morgan replied. “ROFLMAO”

You looked at the pics and sighed as you grabbed your cock. You realized you were about to jerk off to Bill's girlfriend. It was weird.

The next morning, you all met for breakfast. Kate came down in tights and a red top, her ass was huge but looked better in the yoga pants. Morgan and Bill came down next. Morgan had on a white top, tight with buttons, and a black skirt, with black leggings under, and heeled boots. Again, she looked stunning compared to Kate. Oh well, you thought.

You sat with Kate, and Morgan sat with Bill. It looked like Morgan was nursing a hang over. “Uggh....,” she said. “I drank waaaay too much,” she mentioned just going home to watch TV, get in sweats and chill “the fuck” out as she put it.

When breakfast was done, it threw you for a loop when you left the restaurant and Morgan leaned in and kissed your cheek. It was like a friend goodbye kiss, which is exactly what it was, as she began hugging Kate tightly. Bill fist bumped you and then pulled you in for a half hug and pound on the back.

As you watched them leave, you realized it was Sunday. They were still “a couple” right now. Morgan wasn't going to go back with you, and you weren't going to be the one to “chill” with her on the couch. It hurt a little, but this is what you agreed to. You and Kate talked a little more, and she kissed you goodbye.

About an hour later you checked out, alone and sighed as you went to your car. You texted Bill. “Are you having sex before you go home?” You got in your car and started it.

Bill got back to you. “Had sex a bunch this morning. On the road now. Morgan better give me head! BOO-YA!”

Same old Bill, you thought and drove as fast as you could. You too just wanted to get back. Your phone buzzed, and Bill sent a pic of the top of Morgan's head in his lap below the steering wheel.

You got back to your apartment. It was empty, dark and dusty. You rarely went there. Maybe to pick up clothes. Morgan had a much nicer place. You couldn't really think of much beyond what Morgan and Bill were doing at her place. It was the first time Bill would be having sex with her in the bed you shared with Morgan. It made you pace with jealousy, but excited you all the same.

You decided to text Bill what he was doing. He got back to you with a picture of Morgan's add in underwear. She was passed out on her bed. Bill said she just walked in and passed out. You asked if he wanted to get beers. He said no, he was just going to stay in with Morgan to night. It irked you, as it was something YOU would have said weeks ago. Once again, you wondered if this is what Bill used to feel like. The inevitable “why can't I be with the hot girl” came up in your head.

You went to your laptop and connected it to your phone. You spent about two hours uploading all your photos and videos that Bill had sent, and you downloaded from the internet of Morgan and Bill. You had a huge file which you simply found yourself marking “porn”.

You found yourself masturbating to the video of the “footjob” and came in your hand as you sat on your couch. You decided to text Bill.

He sent a picture of Morgan sucking his cock. The tip was in her mouth, and her face was in the shot. She seemed really concerned with what was on TV. Bill sent the message “Netflix and suck!” Which made you laugh. Netflix and chill was what the kids said.

About fifteen minutes later, and a new addition to your file added, you got another text. It was a video from Bill. A short one. Your cock lept in your pants, and you eagerly hit play. The video played and you heard the noise of the TV, some movie. Morgan laying on her arms on her coffee table watching TV intently. Or it looked like. All you saw was her back, and the camera panned down, and you heard a squishing pumping noise. Then you saw Bill's dick sawing in and out her pussy. It was wet as hell, and almost dripping her juices. Then it ended.

Bill added. “She loves this movie I guess!”

You texted him with a smiling emojii, “NETFLIX AND FUCK DUDE! LOL!”

You added the video to your computer, and spent the night in the bath watching it and jerking off. You must have cum three times. It was a fun night for you. Luckily you had a bottle of Whiskey to help you enjoy. You thought about texting Bill, but then you thought again. Those two need rest, you laughed realizing how much Bill fucked her.

The next day...

You spent the whole day at work nervous. Morgan was texting you as if nothing was different. She asked about dinner. When you'd be home. You got to her place and slowly walked to the door. You expected Bill to be there. He wasn't. You called to her. She called back from the kitchen.

You saw her in a tan pants suit, with surprisingly high-heels. She looked rather tall as she cut cheese and ate it. “Just having a snack hon,” she said when she noticed you. She came over and kissed you face. “Something wrong?” she asked. You shook your head. She went to fridge and got you a beer. It was an IPA. The kind you like, but you did notice a LOT of bud lights. Bill's beer.

You sat on the couch and she asked about your day. You regaled her with your story of your boss breathing down your neck. She lifted her white blouse over her head and you saw her black bra. Why did this seem so weird now. You stopped mid story.

“You ok hon,” she asked again looking at you.

You came out of your daze. “I'm fine,” and you continued with your story. She left the room and you followed speaking the whole time. You followed into her room. She bent down as she let the pants suit fall. You saw her black-panty covered ass. It looked so nice. She stood up and looked back. “You need a new job, or a new boss hon,” she added, and then pulled out her maroon velour track suit which did nothing for her form, but she loved because it was comfortable.

Morgan sensed whatever was wrong with you, as she walked over and grabbed her hand lotion from the counter of the bathroom sink. “Let's get this out of the way,” she pointed to your crotch. “It needs to be worked out, or worked on, whatever one,” she laughed.

She demanded you sit on the bed. You tried to get her to stop, but she began to unbutton your jeans. She put the lotion next to you as she fished for your cock. “Where is the little guy,” she giggled. She found him. You weren't hard. How could you be with all the masturbating. Hell, you jerked off twice today.

“Ohhhhkkkkkkkkk,” she rolled her eyes. “A wet noodle situation going on down there,” she waved it off and stood up. You felt such shame. She didn't seem to care as she went to the sink and took off her make-up. “Just stop spanking it so much hon,” she made the motion with her hand.

Later, you were on the couch. She was under your arm, lying on your shoulder. She was rubbing your leg. Still no boner. You felt such shame, and wanted to call Bill about a pill. Then you began to rub her leg, moving up her thigh, as you had seen Bill do. She stopped your progress. “It's not cool down there.” She said. “You got to give it a night or two to go back to normal hon,” she patted your leg. What did that mean?

That night you both went to sleep. Morgan seemed to just drift off in bed. You were wide awake, trying to get a boner. As you slept, you again had a dream of Morgan in a cheerleader outfit. You were at your job, and Morgan was sucking Bill's cock in your chair as your boss yelled at you. You finally woke up with a huge boner. You rolled over, and Morgan muttered about “no time”, as she got out of bed and got ready for work. She told you she was going to “rock” your world tonight.

You were eager all day. She was texting you about dinner and stuff, as if she hadn't said that earlier. When you got home today, she was in the kitchen again. She had already changed. You were shocked to see her in that small red dress. Your cock lept in your pants. It was vibrating it was so hard. She didn't have on the fishnets, or the heels, but she she moved you watched her in the dress.

“Go get a condom babe,” she told you with a smile, handing you a beer, and drinking one of her own. You raced to the bedroom, and went to the small wicker basket with condoms. You oddly noted none were missing. Bill must bring his own. You came back pulling your pants down.

Morgan was facing the window, bent over waving her ass. “Get behind me babe!”

You walked up behind her with urgency, and began to push your pants to the floor. You undid the wrapper and pulled the condom out and rolled it over your dick. The stimulation from that alone was intense. You looked down and saw she wasn't wearing panties. That's when you saw her pussy. You turned your head side to side looking at it for some time. You remembered what it looked like, didn't you? Certainly not this. You recalled images on the internet of 'roast beef' pussy. Morgan's fit this description. Her normally tight, perfect pussy, was all over the place now. It was wider it seemed, with folds coming out in ways they had never before. Was this what she meant?

“What's wrong hon,” she looked back, pushing her ass to you.

You took a deep breath and rubbed your cock at her pussy, then thrust forward. You were met with resistance.

“Ow....whoa....easy.....play with me first there stud,” she told you. “Not exactly just READY to go!”

You rubbed your fingers up and down her folds, trying to elicit that sexual response. You tried to **** forward with your cock again and she winced. “Hold on,” she reached up and licked her hand, and then rubbed her own pussy right below you. She looked at you with a funny grin, “You've had sex before right?” She then bent down, “Try now!”

It was what the situation needed, and her pussy now was wet enough for you to stick your tip inside. As you pushed, you all but fell in quickly. Your dick was fully inside your girlfriend in barely a thrust. All four inches. You pulled back and pushed again. It felt more open than ever before, like her walls were far away. Like a bad blowjob where there wasn't nearly enough pressure.

Morgan moaned, “You feel good tonight babe,” she looked back. “What are YOU taking?” She laughed.

You wanted to fuck her hard, and make her feel like it seemed Bill did when he fucked her. So you grabbed her hips and began slamming her hard. Just like you saw Bill do. Morgan was mewling softly. Did her hand go down to her pussy? Did you just see that? Did she finger herself a bit? She never done that before!

“You gonna cum baby,” she cooed.

“No way, not yet...” you tried to say, but you felt her hand reach from her pussy and grip your balls. She squeezed and rolled them softly and you erupted in the condom. “FUUUUUCCCKKKK!” It was a powerful orgasm, and a fulfilling one.

“Good job honey,” Morgan cooed rolling your dick. And then she pulled herself free and stood up. She kissed your cheek. “Don't throw the condom in the toilet. Throw it in the trash. It overflows.” What did she just say? Good job? Sex had lasted less than two minutes. Still, it was GREAT for you.

You sat on the couch after throwing away the condom, trying to keep your eyes open. Morgan was next to you reading a magazine. You recalled Bill talking about how Morgan's pussy “puts you to sleep”. He was right. Bill had fucked her all weekend. You fucked her for two minutes. Maybe, it was time for the gym, you thought dozing off.

Morgan was slapping you to wake you up. Softly, but it still was uncomfortable. She had a angry look on her face. “Your friend is annoying,” Morgan said and explained Bill wanted “pics” from her. She stood up, and pulled down her sweats. She pushed her ass towards you. “Just take a pic and be done with it,” she said handing you her phone. You did as told and sent Bill a pic of her bare ass from her phone.

Morgan seemed genuinely annoyed. She grabbed a glass of wine and sat with you, her feet under her ass on the couch. It was a cute look. “He has never been like this,” she said. You thought that it was just Bill. He just wanted pictures. They were fucking after all. “Like, haven't you sent him jerk off pics and stuff?”

You gave her a confused stare. “What do you mean,”

Morgan's eyes opened large. “You being serious? You're buddies. I know you share pics of girls. Its what guys do.” She got up to refill her glass. “Don't tell me you didn't get pics all week to look at because I see Bill sending them,” she then came back, sat down and pointed to your cock. “You were spanking it all weekend.” She brushed her hand in the air. “Do what guys do, don't bother me with it all the time. I don't want to get dressed up all the time and shit.”

She had surely changed. She was now telling you to take pics of her to send to Bill. She had almost killed you for such things before. Even when she started fucking Bill, she didn't want him sending pics to you. It was different.

That night you waited until she got into the shower. As she disrobed you came around the corner and snapped a picture to send to Bill. She didn't even turn and just said, “Make it less subtle you little freak. You make me regret telling you.”

You still sent the picture to Bill, and he was happy. He said she was “smoking” and couldn't wait for the weekend. That made your dick jump. She came out of the shower, and you told her you wanted to go see Star Wars. She hesitated a bit. “Well,” she looked down, “I kinda told Bill I would this weekend.” That hurt, but she stopped your beating heart, “I'll just say no,” she said. Bill and you were both Star Wars fans. Almost as much as MORGAN fans.

You got into the shower, and Morgan came in and put conditioner on her hand. She then proceeded to rub your cock in the shower from the side of the tub, until you sprayed all into the tub.

The next night you and Morgan went to see Star Wars. Apparently, Bill was fine with seeing something else and maybe at the cheap theatre. Since he had no money. Morgan insisted he pay for dates like a gentleman apparently.

When the movie let out, you texted Bill how amazing it was, and how this character died, and this character did this. Bill said how jealous he was.

When you got home, Morgan took off her jeans and began kissing you. She handed you a condom she had in her purse. It was a Trojan, not a Durex like you had. “These don't break,” she told you. Yours never broke, you thought.

You tried to just enter her from below. Once again a dry resistance. She had to lick her hand. She sank down onto you cock. It felt so warm and open. She lifted up and your cock fell out. She had to put it back in. This happened twice more, before she just sat down on your dick and ground you down into the couch. In your head you imagined that your cock was inside her moving around a large dark wet cavern, trying to find the walls. You knew that wasn't true, but she felt so loose. Still wonderful, and when she reached for your balls, you came hard. “Cum for me,” she cooed as you ejaculated up into your condom.

She rolled off and your were huffing and puffing. Your face was heated and probably red, sweat rolled down your forehead. She didn't even look red in the face or fazed at all. Exercise you thought, pulling off the condom.

You went to sleep with a smile. You and Morgan had more sex in this week than you had in a while. Morgan was next to you, in a sexy little black panty get up. You took a pic and sent it to Bill. He said he was going to “wreck it” this weekend.

Friday came, and you said goodbye to Morgan. You went to work with a pep in your step from the sex, but a hard cock thinking about what Morgan and Bill would be doing all weekend. You went through the day, and no real stress. You even forgot about Morgan and Bill for a bit and went to have drinks.

Around 8PM you texted Bill how his movie at the old theatre was. You apologized for seeing Star Wars. He sent a picture that brought it all back. It was Morgan's head in his lap. Two rows in front of them were other people. They were at the movies and she was going down on him. She hadn't even made an effort to kiss you at Star Wars. She didn't even like Star Wars. Bill said “he was fine.” Then he texted. “What movie. Lol!”

You wrote out the words “jealous” on your phone. You didn't text them to Bill. Even though, you were jealous. Of what your own girlfriend did with Bill and not you. Then again, she wasn't your girlfriend on the weekends. Not right now. Yet you felt insanely jealous. Who the fuck cared about Star Wars when getting sucked off.

As the night went on you got drunker. There was a girl there who had “given you the eye” weeks ago at the bar. She was a short girl with brown hair. She wasn't Morgan hot, but she was cute. Bill asked what you and the boys were up to. It gave you a frog in your throat. Hopefully, they weren't dumb enough to come meet you guys. That would be too much embarrassment. Your girlfriend showing up with Bill to meet you and your buddies. Why did it give you a hard on?

You thought about the image of her showing up with him. What would everyone do or say? What would you do? You texted him the bar you were at with the guys.

You waited. And waited. No “we're coming” which was a relief and a secret disappointment. No “is there any tail?” Or anything at all. Finally, you texted him that the girl who “gave you the eye” the other week was there. Bill said “Good luck. Bro. Have fun!” Then he sent you “Morgan just died laughing when I told her”

About an hour later, after saying nothing to the girl, and waiting for her to talk to you, she left. You had lost your opportunity. You spent the hour debating with your friends about “talking” to her. They were surprised you'd “cheat” on Morgan. You said it was just flirting to see if you still had it. They asked were she was, and you said “out with friends”. Someone made a comment about “where Bill was” and another said he thought Bill said he had a smoking hot date or something. He was going to “fuck her brains out all night” were your buddies words. It made your cock tingle.

Your phone buzzed. It was a group text. Morgan, Bill and you. You walked away so your buddies wouldn't see it. Morgan asked “how it went with the girl”. This made you sort of mad. Why was she butting into YOUR business. Wasn't she Bill's girl? You couldn't believe you were thinking this way, but it was the truth right now. You didn't get back to her.

You went back to the bar with your buddies. Your phone buzzed five minutes later. It was Morgan again. You went out for a smoke. This time she said “Told you he couldn't close the deal.”

You typed. “Don't you have somehting better to do?”

She added, “We're taking a break. I'm having a smoke and Bill's pissing. We've already had sex TWICE! You're still at the bar!”

You got kind of mad. “Whatever,” you texted her.

Morgan came back with, “Find a fugly girl or a fatter one. Not to be an ass, but you're not taking home the prom queen. Get what you can or your fucking your fist!”

Bill added, “Listen to her, she's a hot chick, she knows what she's talking about.”

Morgan jumped in, “You're going to be fucking your hand. I know it.” She then continued, “listen, tomorrow I'm going to get you a blowjob from Kate. Come with us to the mall and me and Bill will help you figure your shit out!”

You didn't respond. You didn't say a word to them. You just went back and now were aggressive at talking to women. Too much. You hit on everyone you could, and nothing. You got a taxi home, and were pretty drunk. You found yourself again on the couch, watching your “porn” file.

You sighed, as your hand was on your cock. Morgan was right.

You picked up your phone. Somewhat defeated. You asked Bill what he was doing. You told him “no luck”. There was no response.

You put your phone down. It buzzed. You picked it up and it was the group chat message. This time it was Morgan. She sent a picture of Bill's dick in her pussy from behind. Then from behind but her on top. Then under. Each picture was of Bill's dick and Morgan's pussylips wrapped around it. His dick was so wet it was dripping her shit in the images. Your dry pussied girlfriend was now juicing all over your friends dick. So different one day to the next.

Your girlfriend Morgan added. “We know what we're doing. We know how to get laid. Let us help you!”

You couldn't believe this. Your girlfriend, who was now fucking your friend, wanted to HELP you get laid. It made your cock move side to side you were so hard. So strange. You texted. “Ok.”

The final picture Morgan sent was of her gaping pussy. Bill's dick was in her other hand, as if you couldn't see it. She said “To help you sleep. That's what buddies do!”

Crazy.