A change of venue!

Hours later, I awoke in a haze. I must have fallen asleep. I looked over to see the blinds in Morgan's home drawn. Luckily, Bills shitty car was gone. I drove home in the morning, as I had fallen asleep in the car, my hand crusted and caked with last nights “activities”. It was hard to remove it from my still stiff cock. It came free with a bit of a cracking and ripping sound. Morning wood was not my friend at this moment. When I arrived at my house, I couldn't stop thinking about all I had seen. Morning wood soon became afternoon wood, as my cock refused to go down. Why was I reacting this way to my friend and my girlfriend's fuckfest. Sure, I was angry, and jealous, but this thing in my pants wouldn't let up. I spent the afternoon jerking off, on the toilet, in my bed before a nap. Even on the couch as I watched TV, but none of the images could take away all the images from last night.

I wanted to confront Morgan. It was time, so I got in my car and drove to her hotel. As I opened the door, I saw her. She was in a business suit, a pants suit, but still she looked great. She was running the front desk at the hotel. She had a strange spring in her step as she attended to a customer who looked to be on a business trip. There was a glow about her. Her smile was wide, and her hair seemed to flow. She looked utterly gorgeous. In my head I had come to confront her, but now seeing her so bright and sexy, I actually found myself smiling when I saw her.

“Hey you,” she waved, and the jealousy and anger subsided even more. The thoughts of betrayal were washing to the back of my mind. Right now I just wanted to talk to my beauty.“What brings you here!”

“I....um....” My words stammered, and I actually found myself nervous in her presence. Seeing her so wanton and sexual last night, and now so peppy and beautiful, still oozing the same sexuality had my afternoon wood poking hard against my slacks. I hope no one noticed.

She sat there staring at me as I was frozen, taking the reservation of the man in the business attire. “Well...what is it mister?” She looked down at her computer screen and typed away.

I simply didn't know what to say. “I...do you...” I wanted to fuck her. Right there and then. To take her back to “my side” as it were. To show her what I could do with a girl as hot as her. What came out was weird and awkward. “Do you wanna go to dinner tonight?” What? What did I just say?

She shrugged, “You came all the way down here to ask me to dinner? Why didn't you just text me or something.” She finished filling out the man's reservation and handed him a key, telling him the room number and all the amenities. This at least broke the awkward silence I was left with. Had I really just come down to ask my OWN girlfriend out on a date. Maybe I was afraid she wasn't exactly MY girl anymore.

Again, I wanted to confront her about everything, but I failed to muster the courage, as usual. All I did was nod, “Yeah, just wanted to see you I guess.” She smiled at this and blushed. It gave me confidence. “So,” I said winking at her, turning up a little charm, “after work you wanna head to...”

A phone call cut me off mid sentence. She held up a finger to interrupt me as she answered. “Hello...front desk!” She nodded, “Yes...this is the right hotel....you want a reservation.” She began typing on her computer, using the mouse to click several pages. “What's your name?” After a second her face dropped. “Is this a joke cause its not funny?”

Her demeanor was that of someone who got the news that they were fired or something equally horrible. “Is everything alright babe?” I asked.

Morgan nodded nervously, and walked away. “I'll just be a minute, sorry hon.” She walked around the desk, and past me to a door marked “staff”, and then entered it, closing it behind her. I walked over to the door trying to hear anything. To understand why she was so upset. The door must have been too thick, cause mumbling was all that was coming through. A few minutes later, she exited the room, and walked back with the phone in her ear, right past me, as I was basically ear to the door. Luckily, she was too engrossed to care what I was doing. “FINE! FINE!” She stammered, and began to type away on the computer. “How long will you be staying SIR!” Her words came off angry, and the way she said sir in that mocking tone made me wonder who she was speaking too. Surely she shouldn't talk to customers that way. I began to move forward to try and stop her, but she shooed me away, so I stepped back into the lounge, and picked up a magazine. Using my best skills of concentration I attemptd to hear her conversation. “And how will you be paying. You don't have a job do you?” She shook her head as she typed. “Oh they will...how nice for you.” She turned and whispered, “I bet you stole your parents credit card for this jerk.” She basically slammed each key as she typed. “Whatever, its done. BYE! I'm gonna take that week off.” She hung the phone up with clenched teeth. A printout from the reservation began to work through the printer.

An elderly short pudgy Hispanic woman came out of another room marked “staff”. “Ms. Morgan, that guy in room 506 says the sink is doing that thing again.”

“Well,” a still perturbed Morgan muttered, “where is Carlos, he needs to fix it.”

The woman shook her head, “Haven't seen him.” The woman moved a bucket down the hall and out of view.

Morgan pushed her hands down onto the table. “What the fuck, do I have to do everything around here.” She clunked off and told me to wait, as she hit the elevator button and disappeared.

My curiosity got the best of me. I walked over behind the desk and looked at the printout. The name made my heart beat fast, and the jealousy and rage returned. It was Bill...he had made the reservation. He'd be staying there THIS weekend.

I waited for almost thirty minutes before Morgan returned. She was still pissed, but she eventually grabbed her coat and all but pulled me to the bar next door. I felt elated that I'd get to spend some time with her, dinner and drinks. It seemed weird to be so happy to be on a date with my own girlfriend, but I felt it was a win. In my book at least. She was with me. After dinner and venting about her job, we returned to her apartment/townhouse. On the couch, things started to get hot and heavy, even for us, as Morgan began kissing me passionately. I began to unzip my fly.

“Uh...not tonight babe...I'm kinda in pain down there.” She must have realized her mistake, cause she quickly added, “Must be about to get my period.” She then looked at me with doe eyes, “could you maybe....whoo-hoo...” she smiled at me as she pointed down. It was her way of saying she wanted me to tongue her. I was more than eager to please my girlfriend and I pulled her pants down slowly, teasing my tongue on her belly, and down to her lovepot. She stopped me momentarily.“Sorry if it's a little bad down there, I haven't showered since yesterday morning.” I told her I could care less. I was too ramped up, and wanted to eat some nice pussy. I loved eating pussy. It's not like I hadn't eaten her out after her not showering before. Sometimes she doesn't like to get her hair wet, cause it takes a long time to dry.

Like a kid eating ice-cream I licked and lapped. Her hands ran through my hair, I was in my own heaven, bringing her there with me. The taste was somehow both salty and sweet, a new tinge of flavor on her inner most walls. She rubbed my hair, and I felt a small gush of fluid come into my waiting mouth. I had felt her orgasm before, but this was different. The juices were thicker, and there was a lot more. The taste was exquisite to me, as I pushed my tongue as far as it would go to get at this new thicker strong honey. I came up with a smile. Morgan laughed rather strangely with a slightly crooked head. “You've got some on your chin there babe.”

I lapped my tongue around my mouth and winked. “I love it.”

She giggled with wide disbelieving eyes, “Tasty tonight, huh?” She then picked up a remote with one hand and began to flick through channels, while pulling up her panties, leaving her pants off. I got up and walked to the bathroom to wash up. In the mirror I saw the gobs of thick white dripping from my chin. I had NEVER seen her juices look like that. It looked more like my own orgasm. I must have done WELL. I flicked my finger across my chin, and licked it clean. I wanted every once of this new love juice. For some reason, it made me harder than usual. Like an aphrodisiac.

When I went back to the living room, Morgan was fast asleep on the couch, mouth gaping wide, snoring. Without pants on, I could see her thighs and legs. Even in only socks they looked long and lovely. My raging hard-on took over my thoughts. Damn, her juices WERE an aphrodisiac. I needed release. I lightly rubbed her legs, and began to rub my crotch. Fuck, I can't cum on her or the couch. She'll kill me, I thought. So I pulled off as sock, and I began masturbating as I rubbed her legs. A nice full release made me feel great. That night, I slept on the couch snuggling Morgan from behind. It was MORE than a win in my book.

The next day, it was Friday. The weekend was here. The rage and jealousy had grown exponentially. Now the time was here. I left Morgan early in the morning, and went home. After getting ready for a few hours, I went down to my car with a bag full of clothes. If Bill was going to stay at the hotel, I was going to be there too. The problem, was that Morgan would know if I was staying there. She had not taken the week off like she said. I probably be staying in my car, but I didn't care.

I parked in the open, public area across from the hotel parking. With binoculars, I waited for hours. At about one in the afternoon, I saw Morgan's car pull up. She had texted me that she had fun, and was bummed I wasn't there when she woke. She stated she MIGHT have to work late. Yeah, right. When she got out of the car, I almost died. She was wearing something I never expected to see. A short tan pleated work skirt, with black heels, and a matching brown top over a white blouse. The skirt was short. I couldn't believe it. I had begged her to wear skirt suits, but she said that was “slutty”. And she NEVER wore heels to work, cause she hated walking around all day in them. As she walked, I saw her accidentally drop her keys, when she bent down to pick them up, I got an eye full of her lovely upper thigh and legs. My cock was hard as fuck.

She entered the hotel, and I watched through the binoculars as she relieved the current front desk clerk. I needed to get closer, so I went to the small restaurant/bar across the street, and sat at a booth on the outside deck, with a perfect view of the hotel lobby. I began to drink, and pretend I was using the binos to sight see. But my view was on the hotel. That's when I saw HIM show up. Bill, with a bag, and in jean shorts, running shoes, and a grey t-shirt with the local community college he BARELY attended on it. Guy could not dress if you paid him. I put my glass on the front lobby. Bill walked in like he owned the place and went to the front desk. Oddly, Morgan greeted him like any other guest. She gave him his keys, and a brochure of amenities, like any old guest, and went about her work. Bill just nodded, and walked to the elevator.

For hours, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Morgan would keep getting phone calls, and occasionally go to the back room, or enter the elevator, and return a few minutes later. I didn't see Bill at all. Maybe this was all in my head.

Finally, when Morgan again walked to the elevator and left my sight, I paid the tab quickly and walked across the street. The hat on my head was pulled down, and I wore big glasses to avoid detection. I walked into the lobby slowly, hoping no one would recognize or notice me, as some of the staff had met me. I didn't see a face I knew. Thank god. The elderly cleaning woman from the day before spotted me, and I pulled my hat down.

“Can I help you senior?” She asked.

I nodded, coughing to deepen my voice. “Um...where is the front desk lady? I want to check in.”

“Oh,” the woman said, pushing her cart. “She's up on the fourth floor helping a customer. Same guy keeps calling Ms. Morgan for help. I told her I'd do it, but she said she could handle it.” The women wheeled her cart off.

Realizing I had not been recognized, I walked to the elevator, and entered it. I pressed the fourth floor. The elevator slowly crawled up, and with a ding, I made it to the fourth floor. What room is that asshole in, I thought. Please, not this floor, please not this floor. I kept telling myself. I walked slowly through the hall, until I came to room “407”. I heard a distinct moan emanate from the room. Creeping closer, I put my ear to the door. More moans echoed through the door, but too soft for me to hear. They were soon drowned out by a banging, a banging that got louder and louder until it made the door shudder. It was the unmistakable sound of a headboard banging against the wall. Then it stopped. I heard movement, and the turn of a knob. I ran as fast as I could to the end of the hall, and out onto the staircase, peeking back through the door and making sure not to close it. I saw Morgan exit the room, and adjust her skirt. She smiled, and rubbed her lips with her fingers.

Just then, the door to the adjacent room opened. An elderly lady poked her head out. “Excuse me ma'am. The people next door are making SUCH a racket all hours of the day. Can you tell them to stop.”

Morgan winked at the woman. “I'm on it! I just came up to talk to the guy in that room. MANY complaints.” She laughed.

She walked by the woman and down the hall to the elevator. Then she was gone.