Saturday for you!

Your dreams were odd. You were in a high-rise apartment in the city, trying to get to the top floor. Or one of the top floors. You passed and entire floor that was a pool. You reached your floor, but something made you feel like it wasn't yours. And MAYBE you shouldn't be here. You saw the numbers on the door, did they change. You knocked. You knew who would answer the door, it was Morgan, in a green very revealing bikini. “Uh, you do know its late bunz,” she sighed, “we're trying to sleep.”

The dream shifted and changed as they all do, and you found yourself jumping from the balcony to the pool floor. It must be several floors. Bill and Morgan were there smoking. She was just smoking and talking to you. Bill left for some reason, and your fiancee told you it was getting late. That you could “hang out for a bit” but both her and Bill had to work. You talked to her like you were catching up. Like she LIVED with Bill. It was odd, but somehow erotic. Your cock was hard.

Morgan stood up and commented about “helping you get off” she just needed to find Bill. Your eyes were glued to her ass in that thong. She DID wear thong underwear, so it wasn't something you hadn't seen. In fact, she LOVED thong underwear. Probably the only sexy thing she really did around you anymore.

You woke up from the dream hungover pretty early around 5AM. When had you gone to bed? Was it only two hours ago, you realized. Maybe three, but it wasn't enough. You smacked your lips, thirsty as all hell. Even after an amazing orgasm you were still hard as fuck and wanting to cum again. But you were also thirsty.

A yawn escaped your lips, and you stood from the couch. You took a deep breath and walked to the door. No way Bill and Morgan were up yet, you thought, but stopped to listen under the vent to your room. Nothing. You walked out the basement door to the steps, and moved quickly up. When you reached the platform that led to the front door, the foyer, you thought you heard a moan, but you kept moving.

Your head came above the small wall separating the upstairs living room from the large walk up steps. You turned to the right and stopped in your tracks. Right there, on the couch that Bill had fucked NUMEROUS women from high-school, Bill was fucking your girlfriend. Your eyes saw her bounce up, exposing his condom covered dick, and then sink down. You watched his cock disappear inside your fiancee. It drove you wild. They were locked in a kiss, and you didn't move. You could see her lovely little ass, and perky tits. She was fully nude, except for the peek-toe heels. You wanted to watch but she immediately noticed you after the first “bounce” on your buddies cock. She stopped her motions and grabbed two pillows covering her tits and then her ass. She stopped fucking your friend.

Her eyes moved around the room. Darting back and forth nervously. “Ummmm.....knock much...”

You now looked around sheepishly. “There isn't a door to come up.”

Morgan looked right at you then. “Well, I mean, can you give us a bit.”

Dejectedly you walked downstairs. They didn't resume anything as you waited by the door to the basement. Sighing you realized they were waiting to hear the door. So you had an idea, and opened then closed the door.

Then you heard what had to be Morgan's ass slapping on Bill's legs as she bounced. “That was odd,” she said. It made you feel a little bad, and almost unwanted. “Maybe sock on doorknob rules apply,” she giggled. “OH FUCK BABY! OH FUCK!” She was shouting now, and you noticed she called him baby when you weren't around as well. The jealousy and the envy tangled up with arousal. It was all so odd, but wonderful, just like your stories. Now all real. “Ohhhhhh babbbbbbe.” She moaned, and the sounds stopped.

You heard the couch shift, and then pressure on the floor. Pressure from heels, that moved off towards the bathroom above you. She was asking if Bill had an orgasm, and he said “not yet”. Minutes later their talking waned. They must have gone into the kitchen or bedroom. You waited eagerly to hear anything. Then your phone buzzed. Morgan texted you that they were “finished” and it was “cool” to come up. As you walked up the steps, you took a glance to your couch. Was it Bill's couch now? He had fucked many women there, and now he had fucked your future wife on that very couch.

You came up to the kitchen, but they were clearly on the deck, as the swinging outer door was propped open. First, you went to take a piss, and saw the condom, all slick on the outside. It had no cum in it, however. One of “Those” days again. Bill, for all his bravado, certainly could hold it in.

You went back to the kitten. You peeked out to see Morgan, sitting on the bench away from the house, smoking a cigarette. She now had on her outfit from last night, and you could see her inner side-boob. She had on the skirt, and her legs were crossed. A good focus on her ass region showed you her panties. She was barefoot, and her dainty feet bobbed as she spoke with Bill. The sun was now coming up, but it was still rather dark.

“Ok hon,” she looked at you, “first, sock on the doorknob rules for rest of weekend.” She held her hand out and made you shake it, and then shake Bill's, and then Bill shook her hand. An agreement struck. “If anyone has a question,” she pointed to you, “about if anyone else,” she pointed to her and Bill, “is having sex, a text can work too.” It was odd for her to act as if anyone BUT them was having sex. You certainly were not. But she had made that more than clear with hand gestures.

You sat in a white plastic table chair, while they were on the deck bench that wrapped around your second floor deck. They shared a smoke, and Morgan actually lit on for you, some of her lip gloss remained, and you tasted sweet cherry. When had you even kissed her last?

Your girlfriend went on and on about what to do today. Maybe the mall? No, she wanted to relax. Day drinking? But only for a bit. She was intent on a “Netflix and Chill” night later. She was insisting that's how the night ended. For some reason, you noticed Bill staring at her feet, and then you caught yourself staring at her curved feet right foot as it bobbed. Her red painted toes, danced and twirled, and both your eyes and Bill's followed. Were you a “foot guy” now? Certainly the past few days confused your dick on that issue, when she all but BEGGED you to cum from her feet.

Bill was flipping through his phone. He whispered something in Morgan's ear. Her feet stopped. “REALLY?” She said with a look of confusion. “You can like...do that?”

Your buddy was showing her his phone. Something was playing. No sound. Your hot girlfriend, still in the slutty outfit was laughing and finally put her hand to her mouth in shock. “Is that....is that like real?” She asked, and he just nodded with a seriousness. “I think I can do that.” She laughed as they watched. She then came back to the current scene before her, and looked at you. “Ok...first....BUNZ....I have a mission...should you choose to accept it.”

“Uh...ok...” you laughed.

Morgan took a haul of the smoke, and handed it to Bill. “Ok...let's face it...last night....” she moved her index finger back and forth and spoke in a sing-songy manner, “I was a little slut.” You heard he words and they brought your dick to life. She sensed the way her words made you feel. “It's true,” she took the smoke back from Bill and pull in a deep breath with it. “I got FUCKED!” She stressed as she blew out smoke. She moved her hand around her form. “I dressed like a little slut, I got fucked like a little slut,” she chuckled, and looked to Bill, “even got cum on my face like a little slut.”

Her words were intense and worked on your brain and cock, so much so that you spurted. You rested your hands on your pants to avoid seeing the stains. You made sure not to touch the area too much, or you'd bust a nut in your pants.

She kept teasing you, possibly unintentionally. “I admit it. I was a slut last night.” She sucked in smoke. “Sooooo,” she puffed some out, and it was so amazing to see for some reason. Her voice crackly, deep, low, and smoky. Her “sexy” voice” as you called it. “I think I should do the walk of shame.” She looked to Bill and then to you. “I'm serious,” she said sternly. She put out a finger. “I dressed like a slut, I acted like a slut, I got FUCKED like a slut,” she held out three fingers now. “I should do the walk of shame.” She went on how she never got to do it in college. She missed out.

Your slut fiancee pointed back to you now, “So Bunz, take my clothes, my bag, everything so I can't change, and drive the car to Bill's.” He lived around the corner sort of, we'd have to walk a back street and go through a small non-paved road (where the rocks were) to get to his area. “I'm doing the slut walk...its decided its done...”

“You mean the walk of shame,” Bill laughed.

Morgan shook her head. “Call it what you want....it's the slut walk.” She handed you her stuff, and her keys. She kept her purse and phone. She told you to “take your time” walking back, as she had to “research” some things with Bill. You looked down to see Bill's own erection straining against his pants. What had they been looking at, you thought as you drove her car to Bill's. You left it around the corner, not wanting his parents to see you. It would allow you NOT to have to walk past his house.

As you walked home, your phone buzzed. Morgan had updated her facebook. “6AM and I gotta do a walk of shame because @Bill won't even give me a shirt.” She sent a picture of herself in the same outfit as last night with a feigned “sad” look. She then commented on her own post. “No make-up by the way, woke up like this.” She had her zits and scars (not many) and her hair was all over the place, but she still looked sexy as all hell. She looked natural, and real, and like she had been....fucked...as she had. You walked the whole time waiting for responses that didn't come. You didn't want to be the first poster, but you DID want to respond.

As you rounded the block, Kate, her co-worker commented “Come on Bill...bush league.” To which Morgan “liked”. You actually felt your cock getting erections merely at the posts and the comments and likes. It was odd. You were glad when Dave commented “Still looks good to me.” Morgan “liked” his post and added a “thanks Dave” with a kiss emoji. You were quick to “like” his post, and eagerly added “Still HOT AF!” You were commenting like a kid. Morgan added “Pervs up...” Which made your heart sink and cock sing, but then she added “JK” with a wink emoji and liked your post. You did notice both Kate and Dave like the “pervs up” post.

You didn't even register you had walked past your own house, until you were a block away. You walked back, constantly checking facebook. Some more likes, but nothing else. Then as you saw your house, Jen, one of the “mean girls”, the “s” girls, commented “Your not the only one who has to do the walk of shame!”

Morgan quickly added, “YOU DID NOT F@#K MIKEY! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T! CALL ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!” It was so odd to see her converse with these people as if she was one of them. Why did it make you so hard to see her act as those girls. Those....sluts.

Then Morgan posted about “#Waterbedsexsucks!” Likes came in. A group was started called Waterbedsexsucks. Comments began to flood in. Morgan actually posted “Last time @Bill and I fuck on a waterbed.” Which got more likes. Looks like they had a sex joke now. An inside joke.

You walked in, and went upstairs. Morgan was on the phone, calling someone a “stupid bitch” but laughing. Bill was shaking his head. He commented about “women”. He lit up a joint and the three of you passed it around, Morgan stayed on the phone. She sounded vapid, and well...dumb...but it spoke to your cock for some reason. Especially in that outfit. She remained barefoot, but as she walked, he toes and above them seemed to shine in the morning light. Maybe it was lotion? Why only on a part of her feet? “Women”, you thought.

She got off the phone, and grabbed her heels. She refused to do it sober, despite wanting to work out later. That meant shots. You took turns taking shots of Vodka. Each of you had three. High off weed, and a little buzzed, Morgan was ready. She seemed nervous, as her chest was moving rapidly. She put her peek-toe black heels on right at the front door and you heard her feet “squish” as she pushed them on. She shot Bill a glance, and he laughed. What was that about? Before leaving, Morgan asked if you had “spray-paint”. You did. A can of grayish in the basement, like your house color. For fixing nicks and such. You asked her what it was about, and she told you to just wait and see. Your cock was already at her will and command, the rest of you wasn't too far behind.

“I can't believe I'm doing this,” she said, standing at the front door. To your surprised, she grabbed Bill's hand. “Nope...we have to...let's go.” They walked ahead of you, down the steps and around the walkway to the driveway, and out to the sidewalk. Morgan was several inches taller than Bill in the heels, and they looked so odd, but it was hot as hell. She tried her best to keep her head up, and lit a smoke to share with Bill. It seemed they had a “thing”, which made your cock tingle.

It didn't take long, even at this early, around 645AM, your neighbor across the street, was in his small crane vehicle. He didn't really have a farm, but he lived like he did. He had seen and met Morgan before. He looked over, and simply waved with confusion.

“Oh....shit...we know him don't we,” Morgan walked with a fake smiling waving, her hand still holding Bill's.

“Just keep walking,” you said.

As you passed by, Morgan muttered. “So that guy REALLY knows I'm a slut.” For some reason, this made you laugh. You all laughed. Must be the weed. Two houses down, a passing car honked at your group, and then again. It was clear they were honking at Morgan. The third car passed and a guy yelled “How much?”

This kind of pissed her off. Bill turned “FUCK YOU!” He gave the guy the finger. You did too trying to defend her like Bill.

“Thanks Bill,” she cooed, moving her head to his shoulder. “But I AM dressed like a whooooore.” She joked again making us all laugh. We turned down the back road, and they still held hands. You watched the whole time. They shared cigarettes constantly. Another neighbor, behind you through the small woods was mowing his lawn. He watched you walk by, and shook his head, but he ogled Morgan up and down.

“Fucking perv,” Morgan said lowly, with a look of anger. “So what if I'm dressed this way.”

The group reached the back street where you needed to take a left. You just watched Morgan walk in the heels.

You began to walk past a large blue house right at the intersection. Someone called out, “MORGS?”

You all stopped. You turned and saw Melissa, one of the “mean girls”, and sighed. Morgan shocked you by running over IN heels. “MELS!” She shouted with glee, and the two embraced in a hug, moving their bodies in a rocking motion, as if they were old friends. They had met the night before.

“What are you doing out this early...” Melissa looked her over.

Morgan pointed to Bill. “Slut walk...cause asshole won't even lend me his shirt!”

Melissa pushed Bill. “She gives you pussy, and you can't even give her a shirt asshole!”

Bill remarked he wasn't going to walk down the street shirtless. They didn't even acknowledge you. For a neighbor, Melissa didn't even say hi, she just engaged Morgan.

Suddenly, Morgan grabbed Melissa's forearms with her hands. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! DID YOU HEAR?”

Melissa was on edge, “What? What?”

Your fiancee, looked at Melissa as if she was going to tell her someone died. “JENS FUCKED MIKEY!”

“NOOOOOOO!” Melissa rubbed her head.

You watched your girlfriend gossip like she was one of them. One of the 'mean girls' the 's' girls. Morgs, the called her. They never gave you the time of day, and here was your fiancee of five years slipping right in with them. You watched them go back and forth about how 'Jens' was being a slut, but 'Mels' then insisted it was 'Morgs' fault, since her and Bill fucked first. 'Morgs' wanted to set the records straight that they hadn't fucked 'that much', just a quickie. You watched 'Morgs' smoke with 'Mels', all the while still sharing the smoke with Bill. You just sat there, cock hard, listening. They gossiped about who wore what, and how Jens shouldn't have even “been in those pants”. Also, how 'Mels' thought 'Jess' was just a bitch, but not to tell her. 'Morgs' got it....oh yeah she did....such a bitch.

'Mels' had to get to work. A cheek kiss, and a hug, and then a “we have to do happy hour next week” and Melissa took off in her car. Was this going to go on. Bill just sighed, 'women' he said again.

The three of you kept walking. You passed the same house from the night before. The one belonging to the girl Bill fucked in high-school. Morgan looked at you both, and then told you to be look outs. She ran to the side of the house and literally pissed in the yard. She was laughing the whole time. Bill watched her intently, and you swore his cock grew in his pants. He adjusted his dick with a grunt. He had some weird fetishes. Maybe you'd get on board with feet, but not pissing. Still, you suddenly realized looking at your own boner, which had been there since this morning, that Bill's erection was gone for some time. Hmmmm....you thought.

Across the street, another guy from growing up came out. It was Danny. He was trash, and his whole family was. But he saw you and called you over. He was already drinking and it was around 7AM. You protested, but Morgan of all people, insisted you go over. Soon, the three of you were sitting in chairs in front of his house, smoking another joint, and drinking a beer. Morgan was in Bill's lap, her long legs draped over his. You could see her ass when her skirt rode up. Danny was more than checking her out.

Your fiancee asked “how much pussy did this guy get in high-school,” poking Bill's chest.

Danny told her “a pretty good amount”.

“Not as good as me,” Morgan kissed Bill.

“No way,” Danny added looking her over.

She then pointed to you. “What about this guy? Did he even GET laid.”

Everyone laughed but you. Danny smirked. “I don't even know. Did you have sex?”

Morgan then made another joke at your expense. “Do hands count.” She then slapped your knee. “Wait, did you fuck a pie, like that movie....what's it....” She was told it was American Pie. You denied it. Then she continued. “I heard guys cut holes into watermelons and bake them and fuck them....did you do that....”

You were red in the face, and embarrassed, and also now slightly angry at your girlfriend for calling you out. It was humiliating to be treated this way, but also, you had to admit, your cock was hard the ENTIRE walk. Even more so after this talk. Further, it was TRUE, you had fucked both a PIE and a WATERMELON after being told how good it feels.

You must have been in a haze as everyone was laughing. You heard Morgan state, “HE TOTALLY DID! HE'S NOT DENYING IT!” You told her it wasn't true then, and she looked at her phone. “Whatever dude, not all guys get laid in high-school.” She looked at you with wide eyes. “OR COLLEGE.......OR EVER!” She looked around and everyone was laughing.

You hated how your dick responded. She truly read your stories. Red faced and sipping a beer you barely spoke. Eventually, Morgan and Bill got up, but not before your fiancee told Danny he was “fun” and asked for his facebook name.

The three of you left dirty Danny to drink early in the morning. As you walked, you checked her facebook, and saw her now friends with both Melissa and Danny. Morgan and Bill held hands. You reached the dirt road and then the rocks. Morgan stopped. She told you to go be a look out.

You did as told, never complaining, though a little sad about being sent away. Still, they were only about 50 yards away, probably less. Morgan was rummaging through her purse. She pulled out the can of spray paint, and then you watched her spray something. And then something else. The two of them then sat down, and Morgan pulled her phone out for a selfie sitting on Bill's lap on the rock where they had fucked the night before. She then jumped off and took a picture of where she had spray painted.

They shared a smoke then, and sat talking. Morgan was flipping through her phone the whole time. Your phone buzzed. Morgan had updated her facebook status with a new profile pic. Your heart sank and then began to pound as it was her face, smiling next to Bill's. It was a split pic, and the pic next to it was a spray-painted heart with “M & B & 2019” in the middle. They had marked the rock. That was spray paint, and wasn't coming off. It made your cock push up against your pants now. The likes from the “in the know group” poured in. Jens added “So cute together!” It made your heart sink, but cock stiffen.

However, it wasn't done as Morgan updated a new pic. This time with a new group that included you, Bill, Dave, Jess, Jenn, Melissa, Danny, Mike, Dan, and some others from last night. The picture was another “tag” of spray-paint. This time the line was below the heart. It read “M & B'S FUCK ROCK!” Her heel covered feet were dangling above the tag in the picture. She added a comment, “Seating by permission only!” She was referring to the old rule in our town that anyone who did something on one of the rocks “owned” it, and others would need to ask permission simply to sit on that rock.

The likes poured in a gain. Morgan had literally marked their rock forever. Jess commented how “you two are fucking nuts...at it again at 730AM?”

You looked up to see them now, on 'their' rock, making out, Morgan's head turned back, but her focus on her phone. Bill's hand snaked up and onto her right tit. He pulled the small perky breast free, and you saw her hard dark nipple, even as he tweaked it between his fingers. She was trying to kiss and type on her phone. Your phone buzzed. You saw her respond, “@Jess we fucked here last night....just marking our shit! Lol!”

Then Dave added a comment, “Sexy legs, heels and feet is all I see!” To which Morgan's old boss “liked”. You thought about what Morgan said before about not wanting the old boss to be last listed person to “like” a pic, and you liked Dave's comment. Morgan added a “gross lol”.

You turned back to them on the rock. Bill's left hand was pushed between that skirt, and Morgan was moving her hips. Her eyes were closed. HE had pulled both of her tits out of the middle circle, and was fondling each one with his right hand. She broke the kiss and arched up off of him, her breasts bouncing as she did. Bill sucked her neck and you watched her noddy stiffen, and shake like a wild animal as she was humping at his hand, her heels locked on the rock. Her mouth was open, and head back. His hand moved fast now. “UUUUUHHHHH!” She shouted into the wooded area, then fell back into his lap.

She came down from her obvious orgasm, and kissed him. She was then flipping through her phone. She texted you to come back over. You walked back, and they sat in the same position. Morgan was scrolling through her phone. “Jens is such a slut,” she was saying.

You sat across from them, and noticed the “heart” and the writing at the bottom of the rock. She picked up on your eyes roaming over the rock. “No one will know what that means as far as your friends hon, don't worry. Not like we'll be here much anyways once the house is sold by your parents.” She said still looking at her cellphone. Suddenly, you realized she was right, and felt both relief, and sadly disappointment. She then picked her head up. “But none of you...NONE of you or your little friends sit on this rock without asking me or Bill...got it...” You just nodded. She told you if you wanted to go “jerk off” on some rock, she'd except that. Bill would too. She'd even give you panties. You refused. “You're not having any fun with this,” she shook her head. “Let's get going...I want to work out.”

The three of you left the rocks. You kept looking back at the heart. It wasn't going anywhere, and it made you aroused to think how many people would read about this tryst. The car was right on the paved part of the road, around the corner from Bill's house. Morgan stopped. “Boo...it should have been in his driveway.” She remarked.

Your buddy actually hopped in the back, and you sat in the passenger seat. Morgan took off her heels and drove. Bill was sleeping in the back of the car in about five minutes. There was a silence, but it wasn't awkward. Morgan was very active on social media, responding to her new “friends” updates and posts. You stared at her legs. As she drove, you noticed her skirt riding up occasionally. She didn't really adjust it at all.

You looked down to watch her bare feet press the pedals as she drove. There was something sexy about her little feet, and the way they curved. Bill had pointed it out, and now your were just noticing. They still seemed to have and odd shine. Now it appeared as if something was caked in her toes. Like lotion. Had she been putting lotion on her feet?

She must have known you were staring, because between driving, texting, and checking social media, Morgan spoke. “Have you ever like....had sex with feet?”

“I....I don't....what do you mean?” You asked your girlfriend.

“Like,” she put her left hand to her head as she steered the wheel, almost laying on it. “have you ever like fucked a girl's feet or had a girl fuck you with her feet.”

“Like a foot-job,” you asked. Realizing you had only learned that from Bill, but in the past few days with the way your girlfriend had been torturing your dick with her feet, it was in your head.

“So you've heard of it,” she said, shooting you a quick accusatory glance, playfully, and then setting her phone down and lighting a cigarette. She was blowing smoke out the open window. Her lipstick in the butt, always so sexy to you. “I don't know...like...I feel like a bunch of guys want to fuck my feet.” Her words were so strangely naughty, and odd since they were directed at a fetish. She hadn't even spoken of fetishes, but well, you were in the middle of a unique weekend. “I don't know if I should be flattered or freaked out,” she laughed. So did you. If there was any tension, it was gone, and the two of you talked and listened to music as if Bill wasn't in the back. However, when you got to Morgan's house (she wanted to start the day there this time), Bill got up.

You went inside, and Morgan yawned. It was around 830AM now. Still pretty early for all of you. She yawned again, and said “I think we need a nap first,” as her mouth opened in a third yawn. For some reason, you started to walk to her bedroom, but Bill and Morgan walked in right in front of you and closed the door. You heard a fan turn on. There was something both strange and arousing to you about that simple act. It wasn't sexual. You were almost certain they were LITERALLY going to nap. The act of lying as a couple. It made you hard as a rock.

You sat eagerly waiting for them to get up. A half hour past by, and nothing. You checked social media. Jess and Jens were going to a movie and had tagged @Morgs to see is she was in. It was crazy to see. You smoked about a pack of cigarettes alone. Then you had to pee, so you went to the guest bathroom, which was connected to the larger main bathroom. The door to the main bathroom was open, and you saw the door to Morgan's room was open. There was a small area with the sink and large make-up mirror just outside the bathroom. You checked all the trash to see no condoms. The fan was on, and the room was dark, but you peered around the door jam of the main bathroom into Morgan's room. You could see the bed past the sink area. Morgan was lying, butt ass naked on-top of Bill's chest. He was in boxers. Their clothes on the floor. They were just lying there, her head on his chest as she slept. Was this betrayal? Was this going to far? Why did it give your cock even more blood.

Around 10AM, Morgan updated her facebook. You heard movement from her bedroom. It was a picture of her in a white tank top, and her maroon work-out shorts. “Time to work out with the BF!” The likes poured in. Jens commented about how after last night she was going to kill @Bill. Dave added #dyinghappy.

When they came out, you could see she had pulled her shorts up. The small bottom part of her ass was showing when she walked. She told you to get ready, as you had clothes at her place. Bill already had his on. Same basketball shorts and a white tank top. You put on your stuff and came out. Morgan was holding her running shoes. Her real running shoes. The black Nike’s with white heels. She waited for you to sit. Then she handed you the shoes, on the phone again above you, like a goddess, a princess, her dainty foot clad in a white sock literally swirling in front of you. You waited for her to start fucking with you like an eager dog. “I figure we go run the trails down the street and do a quick workout.” She stated, as you slipped her shoe on. This time it was surprisingly hard to do, but you managed. She commented about “Going easy”. It was time to lace her shoes up, and she pushed the top of her heel right onto your erect dick. As you tied her laces she pumped your dick, like she was pressing the gas. Bill was watching ESPN, and you had that familiar naughty sense of “stealing” something from him. The second shoe went on easy, but you tied it more slowly. She was “pressing the gas” of your erect cock the whole time. A small trickle came out your tip and she sadly eased up.

The three of you went outside. It was a decent day, but still in May, and maybe cold for her outfit. It had actually been cold for ALL her outfits. You and Bill merely followed her as she ran. Then on the way back she stopped. She had the two of you do squats and then judged your poor performance. Right there off the side of the street, Morgan, in her little shorts, began doing deep squats, showing her lower ass cheeks in the daylight. She was acting like an instructor. It was a cock growing show, and Bill winked at you and hit your arm. Neither of you could hide your erections.

When you got back, after energy drinks, and protein shakes, Morgan made toast and peanut butter, which she served to Bill first. “There's some for you,” she told you pointing to the kitchen, as if you weren't as important. She knew how to turn the screws of teasing. Coffee went the same way, Moran asked how Bill liked his, and brought him a cup. “There's more in the bowl,” was her response to you.

After breakfast, Morgan insisted on spicy Bloody Mary's. She loved Bloody Mary's and so did you, but she didn't usually make them. She was eager to do so today, and even posted a pic of two glasses with the caption “Bloody Mary's with the BF!” She then brought both for you and Bill which shocked you.

It was around 1130AM, and Bill was sitting on the couch. You were on the other end of the long couch for once. Morgan was smoking. She was constantly on the phone. She kept saying that “Jens” and Jess wanted to hang but she was gonna “blow them off”. She added a post about how her and Bill were just going to “Netflix and Chill.” This made Jens respond, “Oh...ok...lol....nvrmnd”.

She came to the couch, and told Bill to scoot to the end. Which he did, but she basically pushed him even further against the far armrest nearest to the deck. She then laid her elbows right in Bill's crotch region. By now, Bill had a beer, and there was a “tough man” competition on, that you and he were debating about. It seemed so commonplace now to have her right in his lap, checking her phone you guessed. He seemed unphased. To you it was arousing to see. Your cock poking up in your own work-out shorts. Her feet were moving up and down off the couch, right above you as she looked at her phone.

Morgan's now bare right foot then came down and landed on your hard cock. She just let it lay there, and you felt the tops of her toes as she wiggled them. She pushed down on your dick. She must know what she's doing, you thought. Between what was happening on social media, and what was happening in your lap, you were close to cumming.

Dave was commenting on Morgan's page about why everyone wanted to “Netflix and Chill” and how that sounded so boring. Mels responded with an “LOL! Its not about that....its about something else.” To which Dave added he “didn't get it”. Jens then tried to explain how its more about “relaxing”, but Dave didn't seem to get it. Even you knew what “Netflix and Chill meant.” It was code for sex.

Offline, Morgan was alternating her feet tapping on your erection. You weren't sure if you should just put the phone down and enjoy. But part of you enjoyed the banter, related to innuendo about Morgan and Bill's...well....sex life. They had a “sex-life” together now.

Morgan replied to her own post. “Dave...look it up....it means that me and Bill are gonna fuck!” Everyone began liking her post, and Jens commented how “Morgs is so fierce and straight up to the point.” Mels said “Morgs don't give one fuck.” Then Morgan responded. “LOL! I'm going to give AT least one tonight...@Bill.” More likes.

Her feet began to move your erection around slightly. “I'm so bored,” she said, and as she spoke she pelted your dick with soft taps from her bare feet. “B.” and a tap...”O”....and a tap.....”R”....and a tap....”E”...and a tap....”D”...and a tap followed by a sort of side slap of your now bugling erection. She flipped her body over, and now the soles of her feet pressed down on your package. “We have to find something to do.” She was scrolling through her phone. Not moving her feet, other than to wiggle her toes over your dick. You were close to cumming, and wondered if it would be embarrassing or not. The teasing, taunting and online banter were too much for your aroused mind and body.

“OH MY GOD!” She said pressing her foot down hard on your erection. “I got it...STATE FUCKING FAIR!” She was flipping through her phone. “We are going.” Then to your utter disappointment, she swung her feet off your crotch and set them on the ground. She sat up. “It will be fun.” She was giddy. “I'm going to be the little SLUT at the fair...you know that girl.” She laughed.

So she got up and instructed us all to get ready ASAP. It was almost noon, and the state fair wasn't going to be open too late. She did actually want to “Netflix and Chill at the apartment in the city tonight.”

You and Bill got ready first. Bill had on the same outfit you did, which kind of made you mad. You both had on jeans and a black colored shirt. You looked at your phone, and then saw Morgan update her status after about a half hour. “HOLY SHIT!” You muttered, looking at her in her selfie. She had on her orange top, spaghetti straps that pushed her perky tits up, and her ripped jean skirt that came down to above her knees. Further, she had on her tan (or nude) tube strap wedge sandal heels you loved. She stuck a pose showing her legs and the heels. As usually the likes poured in. Dave commented, and some other high-school losers talked to.

That wasn't the end though. The next post was private. It was only to Dave, Dan, Danny, Mikey, Bill, and you. The picture made you almost fall over. Morgan had her hair back pinned up, except her bangs. It was the same outfit, but now her smile you could see the metal of her retainer. She was grinning ear to ear, and had two fingers in a piece sign up. “Me if I went to your high-school.” She looked like a teenage goddess, even at her age, she looked like she could pass for a teen. It was stunning, and fun all at once.

Dave commented he'd have “asked her to prom”. That got a like from Morgan and a “thx”. Dan said he'd “ask her out everyday.” Another like from Morgan. You wanted to add something cool. So you said. “I'd make out with you under the bleachers.” She did not like your post, but commented below it. “Gross...in your dreams dude.” That got all the likes. Then she added “JK perv. If there was like a kissing booth I might let you pay me for one. LOL!” More likes. Your cock was hard as fuck.

Morgan came out with her small purse. Your eyes roamed her. Bill sipped his beer, as if it was no big deal. She had her wedges off her feet and in her hands. You walked over and sat in the loveseat, like you knew exactly what to do. She placed her bare foot right on your dick, searching above you on her phone. She was “pumping the gas” now. It took you some time since she had the straps secured. You didn't mind, and loved it. You slipped on the first wedge heel, helping her toes through the tube loops. She pressed the cork heels down onto your dick. You were now close to busting a nut in your jeans, and no one but you, and maybe Morgan knew. “We need to bring a few beers, and the flasks.” She then turned to Bill. “Can you get more weed? You're out right?” She was slurring her words and spitting at some. It was the retainer.

He admitted he was. Then he said he could bring the “baby” bong. You knew the one, but told him not to. Morgan seemed pissed you didn't want to do it. You just knew how high and goofy she got. If you protested bongs, she'd get pissed though.

Morgan had her left foot on your hard cock, as Bill went to get the bong. You helped her into her heel, and felt her press hard with the corked heel. It was over your shaft and she slip it slowly, oh so slowly up, and it was too much. Your cock jerked and spasmed in your pants. “FUUCCCK!” You said softly, gripping the cushions around you. She pressed harder as you came, causing you to cum harder in your jeans. “Aaaahhh.” you were whimpering now.

“Ok there Bunz?” Morgan asked with spitting speech, and scrolling through her phone. “Heel isn't tied dude.” She finally looked down. You synched the heel. Bill came back out. “Let's get going guys,” she said easing her foot off your soiled jeans. You didn't want to move. Face turned red, unable to process what to do next. “Bill,” Morgan called to him. “Let's go have a smoke on the deck, while Bunz changes. You guys have same outfit....and its a mess.” She looked down at your soaked crotch and then walked out to the deck with Bill.

Bill asked why she sounded that way, and then she bared her retainer around her teeth. He was all in at that point and grabbed her. They kissed wildly and you grabbed your dick. He commented about how it would feel on his dick. Morgan laughed. “I don't use teeth dude. It will feel the same.” They went outside and Morgan pulled the blinds to the deck. Bill was moaning.

You ran and put on slacks, hiding your pants in the hamper. You came out and Morgan and Bill were laughing. “I told you its the same,” her speech was slurred from the retainer.

Minutes later, you were all going to Bill's dealer. So Morgan drove you to the gas station where Bill bought weed from the guy. When she parked she looked back at Bill in the backseat. “Can I go with you.” Her eyes were lit up. She was excited. Bill laughed and said yeah. He never really let you talk to the guy, you thought. The two walked out and went to the back door. Bill was talking to someone, Morgan then laughed at something, and nodded, she blushed and flipped her hair.

Your phone buzzed. It was a private message on Facebook from Dave, and his buddy Dan. They were saying you were the “inside man” and had to get them pics of Morgan. You weren't sure what to do. When you picked up your head, Morgan and Bill were making out, right at the gas station. It was odd to see but arousing. They stopped and looked inside. Bill grabbed something and came back. When Morgan sat down she looked awe struck. “That was soooo crazy”. She actually thanked Bill for the experience.

Next you went to the liquor store for whiskey for the flasks. She insisted on buying, retainer in. When she smiled at the guy behind the counter he kept checking her license. It was incredible to see. She took the retainer out after that, saying it was gross. But you felt oddly sad. It was hot to see.

You went to the fair, and the parking was in a dirt lot. You made sure to park in the WAY back. There was a trail behind the fence that led to some logs and rocks back behind the berm where the fair was being held. The three of you walked, drinking beers, smoking cigs and having a generally good time. Bill rolled a joint when you reached the logs. He and Morgan sat on the log, and you stood. They shared a smoke while Bill packed the small purple bong, that almost looked like a fat pencil with a pipe attached. He took a hit, and then helped Morgan take a hit. She coughed and cough and coughed and her eyes went red almost immediately.

You didn't take a big hit, as you didn't want to get too high. Morgan was already loopy, you could tell. She was laughing. Bill was laughing, and not much was being said at all. You realized Morgan was so high, she hadn't thought to cross her legs back over. She was pretty much sitting with her legs open wide. For some reason, you decided to take a pic, secretly, as she took another hit. She shifted her legs which disappointed you. This one she did better with. You sat for a few minutes then, all letting the booze and **** work in. It made your cock begin to go half hard already after cumming an hour ago.

Morgan then began to giggle. “Wait...you've been to this state fair haven't you.” She looked at Bill. He insisted he hadn't. “No...Bunz,” she pointed towards you, “said you fingered that girl at the state fair.”

“Not this one,” you told her then. “Near our houses.”

She was laughing. “You actually Marky Marked a girl!”

“What's that,” he chuckled.

She slapped his knee. “From FEAR, remember he 'finger-bangs' Reese Witherspoon on the roller coaster.” She used air-quotes around 'finger-bang' since she was insulating Bill for saying it. You all understood the reference and talked about the movie. Her eyes then went wide. “OH MY GOD! YOU'RE GONNA MARKY MARK ME AREN'T YOU!” She looked at him. “YOU ARE!” He was smiling.

“The thought had crossed my mind.” He said.

She was almost falling over with laughter. “Buuuunnnz...you're buddy is gonna try and Marky Mark me.” It was another time she broke the role, and it aroused you. She then grabbed Bill's collar and kissed him. “You're lucky weed gets me horny,” she laughed and kissed him again. They went at it for a bit, and you snapped a another pic. She hadn't closed her legs, and you could see her pink panties. They kissed again, and Morgan adjusted her skirt, bringing her legs together, but never stopping the kiss.

It was time to go to the fair, and Morgan and Bill walked laughing and laughing, holding hands and sharing a smoke. She was on her phone, and updated facebook with “At state fair with BF Bill and pretty sure he's going to Marky Mark me from the movie Fear.” The 'lol's rolled in. Jens called her a “little slut.” Morgan liked her comment.

You were behind them, and took some pics of Morgan in her outfit from behind. That's when you thought about Dave and Dan. For some reason, you wanted to share what you've seen. You opened the chat and saw them begging. So you uploaded the three photos. Dan commented about how she was hot as fuck and had see-through panties. Dave mentioned she must be horny, because in the second “upskirt” you could see her panties getting a little wet. You zoomed in to see he was right. Fucking lucky Bill, Dave said and you and Dan agreed. Now you were hard again. It hadn't taken long.

Part of you hoped they'd go right to the small roller coaster. They didn't. Instead, Morgan had “the munchies” and begged Bill to buy cotton candy, and fried Oreo. She ate the cotton candy as sexy as she could, occasionally stuffing Bill's mouth. If she wanted to be the “little slut” at the fair, it was going that way pretty fast. Every guy present was checking her out, even those with girlfriends and kids and families, and the staff themselves.

Next, they went on the “Swing” ride with the chain swings. They sat right next to each other, and you behind them. They kissed before the ride began, and you recalled your dream, and saw it somewhat lived out, sans the naughty bikini. Bill was already trying to put his hand up her skirt, but she laughingly slapped it away. The rise started and you all swung around far from each other.

The next thing was the Tilt-a-whirl. More kissing, and more kissing. You were on the cup behind them. Then you all went to the “haunted house”. Again, Bill and Morgan in a car, and you behind them. She was screaming between making out. Not sure what happened but it didn't look like she got fingered. You found yourself awaiting it.

There was a whacky mirror and oddities house, and when Morgan bent down to check out some shitty “shrunken heads” that were obviously fake, you snapped a pic, and sent it to the new “group”. They sure as hell loved that one of her jean skirt covered ass and long legs bent at the waist. She stood up and had an odd look as she adjusted her skirt.

It didn't even dawn on you until the idea of playing games came up. They hadn't really engaged you at all. Like you weren't even there. Your cock was going from soft to hard pretty regularly. That's when you reached the ball throw game. The one where there are three tin cups, and all you have to do is knock them off. It was a scam, but the old “Carny” swore you could win. He was old and had a mustache and was really really skinny. Looked like a pervert.

Morgan leaned over looking at the stuffed animals. The big bears. She lifted her foot slightly, looking over the table, and the Carny ogled her. You managed to get a pic of her in that sexy position. She then turned to you and Bill and floored you when she said. “Guy who wins me the bear gets to fuck me tonight!” She didn't even mince her words or say it softly. She looked at you then. “I'm serious. Guy who wins me the bear gets to fuck me...in this outfit.”

Bill raced up, and you found your cock pulling you to play the game. You both spent thirty dollars. The Carny even took five turns. Morgan laughed and said a deal is a deal. At one point I knocked all of them down, but the third can didn't go of the platform and the guy said it didn't count.

I did it again, and the third cup twirled on the edge. Morgan was saying, “shit...shit...shit...” but it didn't fall. Her words made me feel a little betrayed but my cock didn't care what I thought.

Finally, Bill was able to knock all three off. Morgan lifted her left foot back, and clapped. “YEESSSSS!” The quickness with her excitement made you wonder. Was this about the game you'd been playing that weekend, or was this what she wanted to happen. Her nipples were now poking through her orange top. She told Bill he was her hero and then they kissed as the bear squished between them.

As they walked off the Carny remarked “Lucky fuckin guy.”

That's when it was time. The roller coaster was looming over you all. You had passed it numerous times, and Morgan would laugh and look at you both. She finally stopped. “Ok boys, its time.” She walked in line. You got behind her and Bill, but she handed you her purse and the stuffed bear. “Enjoy the show Bunz,” she winked at you.

You stood watching them get on. Then like clockwork, they were kissing. I couldn't see their hands, but I saw her mouth. When the cart of people, with them in front, came into view out the gate, her eyes were wide open. She was smiling staring forward, and Bill was grinning but looking at her reaction as you were. They swung out of view, but when the cars came to the first big drop, Morgan's eyes were already rolling and you snapped a pic. They swung quickly out of view, and then another big drop, and her eyes fluttered now, her mouth agape in a strange smile, like she was concentrating. You took another pic. She was rubbing Bill's forearm. The ride didn't last much longer, and the car came to an abrupt stop. Morgan and Bill, sitting in front were in a long slow kiss.

They were holding hands, and Morgan wrapped her arm around his as she laughed and walked. “Bunz,” she told you grabbing the bear, “I just got finger-blasted on a roller coaster.” Your cock was tingling at her words.

Your phone buzzed. Dan had bet Dave that Bill finger-bangs her on the roller-coaster. Dave took the bet saying Morgan “wasn't that slutty”. But you wrote. LOL...he already did, and then sent the pics. At this point, you'd willingly accepted your role as observer and chronicler. What would happen when the weekend was over. What would these people expect now?

They were ahead of me at a fake tattoo or Henna place. Morgan was getting something on her back. She turned to show me a fake tattoo that read “Bill's bitch” right above her ass. She made you take a picture which she uploaded to facebook with “new trampstamp!”

Her new friend Jens said “That is sooo Morgs As FUCK! 100% true too!” This was all so crazy now.

You just followed staring at her back, displayed to the world stating she was “Bill's bitch”.

Next, they wanted to go on the Wonder Wheel Gondola ride. But they made sure you were not in their seat. You didn't even get the next seat. You got one that was several Gondolas behind them. The pair began to kiss, which was now nothing new. But something different happened when you were above them and looked down. Morgan's hands were doing something, and when you came around again, it was clear she was jerking Bill off. This was new. Not in the movie Fear at all. They were making their own shit up.

When the ride ended, both Morgan and Bill seemed angry. They wanted to keep going, but the guy kicked them off. Your girlfriend got rather heated and argued. She grabbed Bill's hand and pulled him out the front gate, and around the fence to the back spot you had been in before. She stopped you about 25 yards from the logs. She pushed her purse and the stuffed bear at you. “Here...no one comes until he does...” she pointed at Bill...”GET IT!”

You just nodded. You were look out for MAYBE two minutes, before turning back. Morgan was on Bill's right. They were making out. Her hand was down at his crotch.. His cock was already out, and they weren't hiding a thing. She was stroking him with some ****. She wasn't playing with him, she was jerking him off...hard. You began to take pics, and then, for some reason, you filmed the whole thing.

She was jerking him hard and fast. Bill pulled off their kissing, but Morgan just kissed his face until she found his ear and began to lick and suck on it. The look on Bill's face was interesting, as your girlfriend began pumping his cock at a good speed. The left part of his lip was up and his brow was furrowed. Similar to the look of concentrating that was on Morgan's face earlier. His head went up slightly, and Morgan's left hand reached over and went down to roll his balls as she sucked on his ear. You watched Bill's face again and he clenches his jaw. “EEEERRRRR FUUUUUCCCCK!” He cried out between clenched teeth, as his cock began to spurt. A huge jet off cum blasted into the air, and landed in the grass in front of them. The next spurt shot up half that distance and splashed closer to his cock. The third and final spurts all bubbled out all over Morgan's hands. She was kissing his face as he came. Cum coating her fingers. He smiled, and turned to kiss her, and she kept pumping his cock, small bubbles of cum now leaking out and down between her fingers.

You stayed filming as Morgan lifted her hands, above her and bent her head back. Cum dripped from her fingers into her mouth. Your fiancee was literally eating your friends cum. She even chewed a little, and then licked her fingers clean. Like, she licked them clean. She wasn't done. Bill was catching his breath, his cock still out, a bubble of cum on his tip. She bent down and put the tip in her mouth, and the drop of cum was gone. It was all so erotic and you wanted to cum in your pants a second time. You would have if you moved wrong one way or the other.

She wiped her hands and motioned for you to come over. Bill was up and peeing. Morgan followed his lead and pissed behind the log. Bill and you both watched her. You all had a smoke, they shared one, and you had your own. Then the flasks came out.

It was clear they didn't want to leave. So you were following them back. Dan and Dave were patiently, well not that patiently waiting for an update, which you more than supplied. They were floored. You followed Morgan and Bill back to the park, chatting online with Dave and Dan.

Dan said, “That was one of the most relaxing hand-jobs I've ever seen. Instant stress relief.” He added, “did you see her kissing his ears and face. That was love. Wish I was Bill right then. He came fucking hard.”

Dave sent a pic, showing something you hadn't noticed. “SO did she,” it was zoomed in screen-shot from the video of Morgan's panties. Her legs had been open the whole time. Her panties were soaked, so much so, that the log was glistening beneath her.

That's when you, Dan and Dave played “remember the time”, basically recalling the time Bill “fingered” this girl or that. They added stories from their own lives and other guys, but all you had were Bill stories. Now your own fiancee was a “Bill story”.

As you chatted online, Bill and Morgan chatted in real life. They stopped to get fries, and Morgan put some ketchup on Bill's nose and died laughing. She licked it off. Then they kissed. They went on the “drop” ride, and you heard Morgan screaming while you held her purse and the bear.

Dave said he bet Morgan's panties “smelled and tasted amazing.” You added that they “sure did”. Both of them went on you about that comment. “How would you know,” Dave asked with an “lol”. Then Dan accused you of sniffing her panties.

You stopped with them, while typing, as Bill won her a basketball from the “hoop” game. They then did the bumper cars, while you typed another “story” you heard about Bill and Morgan fucking in a bathroom stall.

You then watched them go into the photo booth. You heard them giggling, laughing, and then slip smacking. The booth allowed the photos to go directly to Facebook, as the first photo posted on Morgan's time-line. It was them smiling, and then one of her kissing his cheek. Then they both kissed eyes closed. The likes and “cutest couple” comments came flooding in. The last was a picture of them making nonsense monster faces with large teeth and holding there eyes. Kate posted how they are “so fucking random”. Jens commented that “you two are nuts”.

You were still talking with Dan and Dave as they did the swinging pirate ship ride. You looked at Morgan screaming, but smiling. She looked pretty happy. That made you both nervous and jealous. But you went back to chatting online.

It was time to go, and Morgan and Bill were holding hands. Had they even said a word to you in that past few hours. Right at the gate, your fiancee turned to your asshole friend and said “Babe, I actually had a good time,” she then kissed him. He reached around her waist, and her left wedge heeled foot and leg went up again as they kissed. It lasted a bit until he groped her ass. She laughed and slapped him.

The ride home was uneventful except for morning bragging she got “Marky Marked” and telling Jens and Mels, and Jess and YOU of all people in a private message. It became clear that even with those girls, fucking all over the place, “Morgs” was becoming the slut of the group. They made that known with joking jabs.

Then it was a trip to the liquor store. A bottle of red wine for Morgan, and a bottle of whiskey for Bill and you. Or so you thought, because Morgan then asked what “you wanted”. You then stopped at the supermarket for chips, salsa, popcorn and two movies at the movie box. A romantic comedy for Morgan, and you guys picked a Will Ferrell movie you'd seen a dozen times.

You got home to your apartment in the city and Morgan set up the wine and the Whiskey and the chips, and popcorn. She then made two cards. “His” and “Hers”. She put Bill's Whiskey and movie with “His” and her wine and romantic comedy with “hers”. She then uploaded pic to Facebook with the caption “Netflix and Chill” to the “in the know” crowd of several hundred people.

Morgan got out of her outfit, much to your sadness. She wore the short shorts from earlier and a tight white tank top. She laid as she did earlier, in Bill's lap, her ass facing you. This time her feet were on a pillow. She'd moved you to the loveseat. You put on the comedy movie first, and you and Bill had some whiskey. Morgan's ass cheeks were clear as day, and her long sexy legs and feet were on display as she sipped wine, and didn't watch the movie. She was too busy chatting online with “Jens” and Jess and “Mels” and now Kourtney or “Kourts” about how much fun she had.

You decided to take a pic and send it to your new “buddies”. You got a lot of praise. Morgan didn't care for the movie. When it was done though, she looked over to you. “Hon,” she said with dough eyes....”uh....do you mind letting US Netflix and Chill for a bit.” She told you that the movie was dumb anyways. “Maybe get a drink down the street,” she asked. You agreed.

You went to pee first. You were shocked to see Morgan standing with arms crossed when you came out. Bill was outside smoking. “Phone...NOW!” Morgan said sternly. She all but snatched it from your hand. She flipped through it. “Jens and Jess are fucking with Dave and Dan....so your little perv thread is done.” You felt shame and your face went red. “This is over...or maybe it ISN'T unless I get the photos and the video.”

“Huh?” You asked.

“When your at the bar,” she went towards the deck. “Send me EVERYTHING! And then delete. If I hear about this again...you're dead meat dude....”

“Why do you want the pics and video?” You were confused. Thought she'd be more angry.

“That's me being a slut...so those are my slutty pics. You want to see them again...I GET to decide who does....” she was laughing. She saw me standing there. “It's fine. I’m not that mad, I get it.” She made a jerk off motion, “Just give me the stuff dude.”

You left the apartment. You went to the bar. Sat at the bar. Morgan update Facebook. “Now that the baggage is gone...REAL Netflix and Chill.” It was a new picture of the table. This time there were two beers, a joint and three condoms.” It was only to the hometown group and the likes came from each person and the comments about her being “such a little slut” and how much she “rocked”. Jens commented “Cut the perv baggage like we did.”

You did as told and sent the pics and video and deleted it. Dave and Dan had gone quite, probably in trouble themselves, and that must be what Jens was talking about. You were the “perv baggage” like them.

You ended up having a LOT of whiskey. You waited two hours, and then texted Morgan, but she didn't get back. A half hour past, and you were tired. You got some food, realizing that Morgan and Bill had already eaten dinner at the fair. Hell, they ate a lot there.

You swallowed your pride and went to the apartment. There wasn't a sock on the door. Sock rules, is what she said. You opened the door and walked in. Your eyes bugled as you saw your fiancee on the floor, nude except her black tie panties. Her mouth was on Bill's cock tip, and his entire dick quickly disappeared down into her throat, you saw it bugle slightly. Her eyes were open and she saw you. She pulled her mouth off his dick and grabbed a pillow slamming one on Bill's crotch, and then one on her perky tits. “Dude....RUDE.....text much? Phone call maybe?”

“I did both,” you told her. “I thought it was sock rules.”

Morgan was looking all around the room for answers that weren't coming. Bill was laughing. “Ok...I guess my bad...but can you at least go in the bedroom for a bit....please...” You were shocked she didn't just kick you back to the bar.

You did as told, feeling mad you couldn't watch. As you passed the table in the living room, you noticed her outfit from the amusement park neatly folded on a chair, with the heels on top. Weird. Still, you wanted to watch, but she almost waved you away. Did you want to? You didn't know, but your cock was hard. You went to the room. Your phone buzzed in your pants. It was the group chat with Bill. Morgan had texted “Netflix and Spank dude!” Then there was a link to a video.

You clicked the link. It was a link to a pornsite. Xvideos to be precise. The picture was blank but the line below the video read “Hot couple's first foot-job!” You hit the “play” button and waited to buffer. You grabbed some headphones quickly, not wanting them to hear, even though she sent the link.

The video began and it was crackly to hear, but the scene that came up after 3 seconds took your breath away. The instant familiarity of your own waterbed, Morgan's feet and Bill's cock was readily apparent. You stopped the video. They had filmed something. At your house, and posted it. You looked at the wall as if you could see through it.

You could see her feet, his cock, her long legs, and her stomach, but nothing else. You pressed play, scared but eager to see. Morgan's feet were slick with what appeared to be baby oil.

“What am I supposed to do?” Her easily recognizable deep voice, gravely from smoking came on.

“Just play with it,” Bill said almost sounding far away. Morgan's right foot went to Bill's shaft. Her dainty foot was dripping with goo. She placed her foot on his cock and rubbed the shaft. “Fuck that feels good.” Your heart was pounding, unable to stop the jealousy, fear anger and arousal that threatened to burst inside of you like a hurricane destroying a dam. You turned up the sound to hear as much as possible. Morgan's small left foot, perfectly manicured went to Bill's balls. She pushed them down and rotated her foot.

You were mad, angry and pissed off. You hit “pause” again. That she had let him filmed it, and then actually upload it. Sure, you couldn't see faces, but now their “Sex-life” was online. Forever. You hated how this only made your blood flow further south. You couldn't help it anymore, after several drinks, you were buzzing. You looked for a seat, not on the bed. The bed was a mess. It kind of smelled in here. The nightstand was beer cans, and empty condom wrappers. They'd gone through a box somehow. It was only Saturday night. You grabbed the chair from the make-up desk, the only thing to sit on. You sat facing the TV. You turned on the TV, not wanting them to hear you at all. You turned on ESPN. Then you unzipped your pants, and through your rage, you grabbed your cock and pressed play on your phone.

“This is my first time,” Morgan's voice spoke as she rubbed her one foot on his shaft, and then his balls. She then brought both feet around his cock, her slick soles touching both sides of his shaft, and she began to run the right up, while the left went down.

“Fuck, it feels like a bunch of chicks messing with my dick,” Bill's was groaning and moving his hips up with her feet.

Your fiancee was giggling in the video. “I think I kind of like this,” she cooed, “I can watch you literally squirm.” She then reached her right foot, the front side around to the front of Bill's dick, away from her. Her left sole went to the other side of his shaft and she began to move her feet in unison up and down. You had never watched a foot-job video but it looked utterly fantastic, and Morgan seemed to catch on quickly. “God damn,” Bill was yammering, “how are you so good at this.”

“I'm good at sex babe,” Morgan laughed. “I can make guys cum sitting in their lap.” She had done that to you...sort of...on the train. She moved her soles back around his cock shaft. You could quickly see her pussy and the “landing strip” of hair. Then shockingly, her hand came into view and began to roll over his large purple mushroom tip.

“FUCK!” Bill was humping her feet on your waterbed. She now made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, following her feet with her hand. “SHIIIIT!” Bill screamed. Morgan ripped her hand away and began pumping her feet around his shaft up and down fast and pushed them closer together. His cock burst in the air. The cum landed on her calves, and then on her ankles, and began to roll down to the bed. The next wave of sperm was all over her feet. He was bucking his hips up as he came, and then more slowly as he began to cum less. His orgasm lasted a good 20 seconds. It looked rather enjoyable. Morgan's feet came off his cock, but she put her right sole on his shaft and moved it up, and you could see the cum between her toes, rolling down the top of her foot. She was covered. “Best foot job of my life.” Bill was heaving.

“It's like crack babe,” she laughed. “You'll never get back to that...but you're going to be addicted now.” She then lifted her feet to show Bill, and the camera caught all the gooey cum dripping from her toes. IT was one of the most erotic things you'd ever see in your life. Then it ended. You hadn't cum yet, but you wanted to, so you played the video again, slowing down at spots, and you managed to cum when you slowed it down as she showed her gooey cum covered toes. You wanted it to be your own cum on those sexy red painted toes. You couldn't believe how hard you came to the video.

You grabbed some tissues and wiped you chest, and shirt and pants off as best you could. You needed to wash them a little. But you thought against going out there. Morgan wanted some “time” clearly. With Bill. Your eyes returned to her cum covered feet. Below the video you saw the “watched” count. The video was uploaded this morning, around 730AM, and already had hundreds of view. Not one person had disliked the video. You clicked on comments, ranging from “best I've seen on internet” to “need to see her pussy more”. Someone added an exact “pussy moment” time stamp. Which you clicked on and the clear picture of her pussy came up. There were people calling for them to have sex. Some asked who the “pornstar's” name was. One commenter stated he didn't know the girl, but the couple was “HotCouple: M&B” and they had a sex video.

You heart literally skipped two beats. You hit the name under the video and realized the had a page for “HotCouple: M&B”. The only other video you had already seen. It was from the DAY before in the bathroom. The video was labeled “Hot couple fucks in public bathroom”. The time of the video showed it a little longer than your snapchat. You were shaking as you clicked the video. The screen-shot was of Morgan's ass in the yoga pants. The video opened to her ass moving. “Just be quick babe,” Morgan was cooing in a slutty sexy manner. “I'm so fucking horny, but I want to get back out there.” She slid her pants down, or maybe Bill did, and you saw her thong from that day, which was slid down next, exposing her wonderful pussy and ass from behind. Then you watched what you'd already watched, except maybe ten seconds more. The end was Bill pulling the condom out, and you could see Morgan's open pussy. Bill held up a filled condom and the video ended.

The comments were even more and likes even more on this video. “Love these two.” One person said. Timestamps for her “cumming”, him “cumming” and her “perfect pussy” were all marked. You wanted to jerk off AGAIN...but had to pee.

So you walked out slowly. You could open the door without being heard, or seen, if you just took a left. But there was a mirror on the window that could reflect into the living room. As you crept out, you saw Morgan, covered in a sheet, well her bottom half. She was moving up and down on Bill's waist, straddling him. Her hands were on the couch as she grinded on Bill. His hands were on the sheet covered ass. They were fucking, slowly, and rather passionately. The movie was on pause. You wanted to watch, and to film. But you knew you might get in trouble. You went to pee, and then went back in the room, taking ONE last look at them on the couch fucking in that slow manner. She was moaning softly.

You went back to your seat and picked up your phone. Bill had some unopened beers, which were warm, but sure as hell tasted great. You investigated your girlfriend and your friends new porn page. Started this morning, it only had two videos and both uploaded around the same time. There were tags to the video like “amateur”, “homemade”, “slutwife”, “slut”, “whore”, “sexy girl”, “hot girl”, these were added by “fans” of which there were already a few dozen. Many wanted to know the girls name, and you almost wanted to give it. What if you told Dave? Either way, you'd be dead meat.

Your analyzing went on for bout an hour. You made sure you couldn't tell who it was. You made a profile and “followed” your new pornstars. This was more exciting that even the Facebook stuff. This would be there for life. No doubt Bill would revisit. Would he tell? You weren't sure. But you'd revisit. No doubt in your mind. You realized it was almost midnight. You were yawning as it had been a long day. You needed to piss again. That's when you went out to the living room area, with phone in hand, ready to film the mirror. You came out slowly. And were shocked. They were gone. You raced around the apartment. Nothing and no one. Your phone buzzed. Morgan had updated her status. It was response to Jens about “where she was”. Morgan told her they were on their way.

They were going out? What the fuck? Without you? This wasn't right. It didn't feel right. But your phone buzzed once more. It was a “Xvideos” update. It said you'd been added to HotCouple: M&B's “friends” list. You checked, and it was two or three other guys who always liked their videos and commented. Then another update on your phone. New pictures posted to a private album. You sat on the couch and clicked on the album. Once again you were floored by these two. There were several pictures taken through out the day. The description said to “Our biggest fans...keep whacking...thanks...XOXOX...M!”

The pics were of her gooey cum covered feet. Then what had to be Morgan and Bill on the rock, only you couldn't see there faces, just Morgan's tight top and her left tit out, as she pulled her shirt to the side. The next pic was of Morgan laying on the couch, her small shorts pulled up showing off her little ass cheeks. The final pic, time stamped at an hour ago, was Morgan's lower half, in the jean skirt, legs spread wide sitting at YOUR table, displaying her turquoise see-through thong panties. You could clearly see the landing strip. She had her feet up in her wedge heels, making her ankles pop. She looked gorgeous even without a face. One person added a comment as you clicked through about how “M” was his favorite pornstar right now, and how he'd “fuck her all night”.

Then another update. It was the video you had sent Morgan. “HotCouple: M& B” had uploaded it with the header “Hot girlfriend M gives boyfriend B a RELAXING handjob!” You were shocked to see the description. It read “A voyeur catches us enjoying a day at the fair. A voyeur who should probably just enjoy the videos at home tonight. Ok!” She was talking directly to you in the description of their porn video. You got the picture.

Did it really matter at this point. By now, you were sure you'd see it all. So you whacked and waited all night, falling asleep around 2AM. You didn't wake up when they came back at 5AM.