Who is losing? Who is winning?

The “game” would be played by Bill and Morgan almost every other night. I was having trouble, as I was constantly getting drunk, as to avoid having any kind of conversation about what was transpiring. Then one week, Morgan had her period. Which I guess was a win for me, because I hadn't seen any of the condoms in Morgan's house being used. The boxes were still closed and sealed and remained in her nightstand next to her bed. Luckily, she was on birth control, but still she was absent minded when it came to such things. I had to constantly remind her not to forget. No mistakes we would say.

The week her period started, Bill came over on a Sunday night. He grabbed the remote off the table and I expected the game to commence. Morgan followed him into the bedroom, but no music came on, and no sounds of the bed creaking. Bill came back out only ten minutes later and sat with me. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and we watched baseball. It was actually odd, to see him come out so fast. Was she mad at him, or vice versa. Minutes later, Morgan came out and sat next to me on the other side. She rested her head on my shoulder. I could smell that familiar stench, which I know called “Bill's Dick” breath. Or “BD breath” for short. It made me laugh when I said it to myself. Guess no “games” would be played this week. Bill left an hour later.

The next day, I was over Morgan's house relaxing, I watched her put on her work out clothes, and go off to the gym, as I drank a beer. Normally, Morgan is gone for an hour and a half. She has a set workout plan, and I could almost set my watch to her schedule. This time, she returned from the gym after two hours. When she sat to read a magazine, I could smell the BD breath on her. Guess she made a stop. It was weird, because I was told and read that woman's breath doesn't smell bad after oral sex, unless their partner is unclean. Looks like Bill didn't care to wash, and Morgan didn't care either. The week was rather boring, but I still remained in the bathroom at night smelling her wonderful scent on her panties.

That weekend, Morgan was scheduled to make a trip for her hotel chain. It was going to be a week long business trip. As we laid in bed Thursday night, I asked, more like BEGGED her if we could have sex. She was more attentive to me this week than she had been in a while, but we still hadn't had sex in some time. As I kissed her neck, I was quite shocked when she said “fine”, but she informed me I'd need to wear a condom, reminding me about the “no mistakes” policy. She was in a purple tank top, and purple jumpsuit pants. Still looked amazing, even in those everyday clothes. She watched as I eagerly pulled open the box of condoms, and retrieved my small prize.

“Calm down hon,” she laughed, “you're gonna give yourself a heart attack!” She quickly removed her pants and then slipped off her panties. She was actually giggling as I maneuvered myself between her legs. I tried pushing my condom covered cock into her pussy. I was more than ready, but she grabbed my dick with her right hand and squeezed it rather hard. The pain was instant, and I stopped. “Hold on, you can't just shove it in me.” She looked up into my eyes, “Is this how you get girls ready? I'm not even wet babe!” I took her hint, and kissed my way down her body, until I reached her exposed pussy. She had shaved all but a small patch above her womanhood. I looked at her pussy for the first time in a while. It looked so different now. I remembered it as the vagina of a young girl, but with the lips extending out, I knew Bill had been putting in work down here. This was no young girls pussy, this was a woman's vagina. I slowly licked licked her pussy lips, and ran my tongue from the bottom up with a nice long motion. As she moaned softly, my dick became engorged at her ministrations, and I worried that I would cum in the condom. Doing my best, I tried not to rub my dick on the bed as I ran my tongue over her cunt. Within a minute, she instructed me to come up and “fuck her”, words she rarely said when referring to sex.

I opened her legs, and moved down between them. Using my right hand, I tried to enter her, but kept hitting different parts of her lower body. I couldn't find my mark so eventually she had to reach down and guide me in. With one quick thrust I was amazed that my entire length and girth easily slipped inside her. My dick felt her wetness and occasionally felt the inner walls of her vagina. “Are you in?” Morgan asked softly. I told her yes, but the sensation of her pussy wrapped around my dick, wasn't nearly as remarkable as it once had been, so I decided to speed up my thrusts. Soon I was pumping in and out of her at a quick pace. Morgan simply laid back and watched my face, her eyes were wide open and she was laughing pretty heavily. “SLOW DOWN!” She said sternly pushing against my chest to keep me from moving forward. “You're going to cum to quickly. “This can't be how you have sex,” she said as if not remembering the many times we'd done it. “Don't you have moves or a rhythm or something? Hon, you need to come up with a plan about this, otherwise you are going to be screwed....or not...I guess” She had a good laugh at her own joke. She shook her head, “you're going to cum too fast babe! I know you!”

“I'm not babe,” I responded, “I'm holding it in!” My eyes were closed, and I was trying my best to live up to my promise, but the feeling of her warm pussy, even as loose as it felt now, was driving me to the edge. I began going over everything in my head that I could to avoid cumming.

“You're shaking!” She giggled. I told her I needed to concentrate, and she rolled her eyes. She lifted her hips to push her pussy up and wrapped her legs around my dick, it caused her walls to tighten, and in a split second I groaned as I came inside the condom. “Told you!” She chortled. I rolled off of her breathing heavy, and she got up and walked to the bathroom. “You really need to work on sex honey!” I heard her call. I looked over at the clock. One minute had passed since I entered her. I didn't DARE ask if she had an orgasm, for fear of the truth. She had just laid there not even moving, and yet it still felt amazing to me.

The next day Morgan left for her business trip. That weekend I went out with Bill. It was just the two of us watching baseball at Buffalo Wild Wings. As we drank, I noticed Bill become meaner to the waiter and grunt and groan about how much work sucked. I told him he was stressing out, and just needed to calm down. He basically brushed me off. That's when in my drunken stupor I made the mistake of muttering “Maybe you just need Morgan to play the game with you!”

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He looked at me with the eyes of a man who wanted to fight, and embarrassingly I found myself feeling a tingle in my groin and my bladder slightly gave out and I peed myself. This was not the first time this had happened, in fact, it had happened before when Bill got mad at me. That small act would have major significance, but at the time I didn't think of it much, other than to cover myself. “Listen,” Bill stammered, “you're not going to be a wimp about this and bitch and moan are you?” I realized at that moment, I didn't want to fight Bill, and just said no. That's when Bill laid all the cards on the table. A conversation I was avoiding. “You know I've wanted to fuck Morgan since I met her!” Bill said. I just nodded, not knowing what else to do. “I have been beating off to this girl for years, and never thought I'd have a chance.” Bill went on to say that it was an itch he could never scratch, and now that he could he wanted to enjoy it. “She's the hottest girl we know, and you know it more than anyone.” I was afraid to ask what he planned for the future, as I didn't want to rile him up again. “I'm not gonna screw you over dude. Remember Meg, how you had a thing for her so I sent you pictures and stuff when she blew me and shit!” He then drank his beer to catch a thought, “And that other girl you had a thing for, what's her name, Katie?”

“Kaitlin,” I corrected him.

“Yeah, that one,” he added, “I sent you pictures of her too, so don't worry, I promise I won't keep you out of the loop on this one.” My own anger began to rise as he talked about my girlfriend as some piece of ass without even referencing how she was dating me. But I simply said nothing and went on drinking with him. I kept using the bathroom, and each time I'd try and wipe down the small wet spots in my jeans. It took a lot to hide the spots, as I peed more than I thought. That night, after getting home, I googled whether others had similar experiences. I was not surprised to learn it was the “fight or flight” response in action. The truth of the matter was that Bill was an alpha male in my mind, whether I accepted it or not, and on some evolutionary level, my body was alerting me to that. This actually helped my growing jealousy in a way. I began to understand that as the alpha Bill was entitled to the hottest females. In this case, that happened to be Morgan, which was unfortunate for me, but I reasoned that I was in the way of an age old process that was working itself out.

Nightly, I'd talk with Moran, and I noticed she was on edge on this business trip. Complaining about every single person in her office. I actually saw Hillary, Morgan's friend at a restaurant on Wednesday night, and she confirmed that Morgan was acting all crazy. “She thinks its because she hasn't had sex in weeks,” Hillary said nonchalantly not realizing that the words cut me like a knife. She told me I needed to get on that shit.

I hung out with Bill later that night, and he was livid about his own work, talking about one of his rival,s who considered Bill a drunk idiot. Bill talked about punching him in the face, and I told him that wouldn't be a good idea. He asked if I'd “have his back” if he did. I just shrugged and changed the subject. The days passed and Bill got more adversarial even to me. So I avoided him, as did other friends.

That Friday, I went to the airport to pick up Morgan. I was a half hour late, and she let me hear about it, from the moment she got in the car. She bitched and moaned the whole ride home. She was hell to deal with that night. When I attempted to put the “moves” on her on the couch, she told me she just wasn't in the mood. I found myself late that night drunk with a pair of her panties in my nose as I masturbated. In fact, its how I spent every night that week. The ritual was MORE than relaxing for me. The next day, I watched her stretch before a run, her wonderful legs in the tight yoga pants. “Stop staring like a pervert!” She told me. “I can practically feel you eyes in my fucking womb!” She told me angrily before leaving the room.

That Saturday morning we went to brunch with some friends.. Morgan looked great, as she had put on a silver shiny tube top and long skirt that cut up the sides along her long legs. She had on black boots that were not too high heeled, but still sexy as all hell. I was constantly trying to rub her legs, but she kept pushing my hands away. I had been trying to see what sexy panties she wore all day, as she hadn't let me watch her get ready. She said I was being to pervy and to wait on the couch.

Later that night, we planned on going for drinks with a group. She had been ordering me around all day. Finally, I told her I'd go get some ****, and to let Bill in cause he was coming over for beers first. I heard her surprised response as I left the house ….”OK!” She said.

Exiting the house, I got in my car, and drove out of the small condominium community, and went in the opposite direction of the store. Instead, I drove around the large pond the little river in back of her house emptied into. I found the area of houses across the river from her house. This was a good vantage spot and when I parked I was happy to see the drapes on the sliding doors in her condo were still open. I couldn't see much with the naked eye from here, which was good, cause I wouldn't be seen either. This allowed me to pull out my latest purchase, a high powered pair of binoculars that cost almost $500. I scanned Morgan's deck and focused inside the den area. I had a great view of the inside of her apartment, as I had parked on a hill. I thought about just walking up to the back of the condo, but the actual first floor was above a small path, that winded below her deck. I wouldn't have a view of her apartment from there. Just the small basement. From this position, I could see everything.

As if on cue, I watched Moran go to the door. She opened it and I saw Bill's smiling face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began kissing almost instantly. Bill was groping her hips and her ass. He pushed her against the wall, and his hands went into the slits in her skirt. I had spent all day trying to feel her legs, and getting nothing, and here was my loser friend practically squeezing them within seconds. They made out passionately, sucking face like their life depended on it.

Bill lifted her up and moved her to the edge of the couch. Unfortunately this wouldn't allow me to see what type of panties she wore, which had become my goal that day. My asshole friend bent her over the large arm rest and somehow had his pants down to his ankle. He got behind her and though I couldn't see from the skirt being in the way, I knew they were fucking. The position they were in was like watching two primitive animals go at it. The idea of Bill as the alpha came back into my mind. I was watching the alpha male take the hottest female from behind. I was almost wondering if Morgan's ass wasn't bright red like an orangutan. The idea made me laugh.

The binos allowed me to see everything clearly, from Morgan's eyes rolling in the back of her head, to the look of almost pain on her face as her mouth hung open. I watched her fingers grip the couch pillow. When he head went back and her mouth somehow opened wider, I wanted to hear her moans of ecstasy. I then noticed Bill too was cumming, as his head went down and he bared his teeth in a tight grin. The power of their orgasms must have been intense as they both looked to be in **** pain. Imagine that, an orgasm so hard it hurts. I had not even noticed I was rubbing my dick below my jeans. When I felt my jeans moisten, I felt content that we had all cum. That I was a part of this.

I turned on my car, and left the two to their privacy. It took me some time, but I picked up cigarettes, a case of beer, tonic and vodka. When I got back to the house, Bill was sitting on the couch. He looked like a new man. He waved to me and winked and held up a beer. “Games on bro!” He said, chugging a beer. Good to see he was in a better mood. He wasn't the only one, Morgan came out of her room minutes later basically glowing. She kissed my cheek and thanked me for the goodies. Her breath smelled sweet. I detected the hint of cherry from her lipbalm and gloss. The three of us had a great time that afternoon, as we drank a lot, and played drinking games. It was great to see Morgan in good spirits again.

That night at the bar, I got pretty drunk. Morgan was very affectionate and attentive, and I felt great. At one point, I must have lost her and Bill, cause when she came back and kissed my lips she had terrible breath. How had they done that, I laughed to myself. “You have major BD breath babe,” I told her, not realizing I had let my little ruse slip.

“What?” She looked at me, “What breath?”

“BAD breath,” I said laughing. She slapped me playfully and kept trying to kiss me jokingly all night. Honestly, I was rather happy with myself. Both Bill and Morgan were getting anxious and angry over the week. I simply couldn't help either one. I knew now what was going on, the alpha needed to fuck the hottest bitch, and he was unable to for some time. Instead of being an obstacle, I simply removed myself and allowed nature to take its course. Now everyone was happier because of it.