The condoms get used!

As you entered your room, Janelle sat on the edge of your bed. You sat next to her, somewhat nervous. The two of you talked. Janelle began to rub your leg. You shot up and asked if she needed another drink. “I’ll get you one,” you said, not letting her answer. You closed the door behind you.

You walked right past the kitchen and walked down the stairs. The door to the den was closed, but the lights were still on. You crept to the back and around to the bathroom. This door was open, so you walked to the other side, and could see into the room through the other opened door. The first thing you noticed was the box of opened extra large condoms on the pool table. You turned to look to the couch. The scene made you ill. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, but they were already going at it. Bill was standing on the side of the couch. Morgan was bent down on the couch, her skirt hiked up around her ass. Her wig was still on. You could see everything, as they were above the top of the couch. Morgan’s body was slightly turned towards Bill. His hands were on her hips and he was slamming her from behind. She was propping herself up with her hands on the armrest of the couch. Her head was down.

As you moved to get an even better view, you kicked the small trash barrel over. The noise was enough for them to notice you in the bathroom. Morgan looked up, she made eye contact with you through the door. “OH SHIT!” She said in her normal voice, finally failing to keep in character. She put her head even further down. She placed her hands over her face.

Bill had a shit-eating grin from ear to ear. He just nodded to you. “What’s up buddy?” He didn’t stop fucking her from behind. In fact, he pounded her even harder. They were doing it, they were fucking RIGHT in front of you. You came out from the bathroom and tried to keep composure.

“Uh….you guys want a drink?” You asked trying to act cool. You didn’t let on that you had sensed Morgan failing with the accent. Morgan kept her hands over her face, trying to push her head down out of view, but that wasn’t possible. Her body pushed forward with each of Bill’s hard thrusts.

Bill’s face was red now, not from embarrassment, but because her was close to cumming in your girlfriend. He just nodded. “Sure man,” he grunted, “that’d be great. Just give us a minute!”

You turned away, mortified, and angry. More angry than you had ever been. But instead of stopping what was happening, you just closed the door. You walked upstairs and covered your ears. You then got several drinks from the fridge. You took your time making the vodka drinks for the girls, and you grabbed two beers. You sighed heavily, and then walked downstairs. You knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Morgan called in the fake accent.. When you entered the room, she was standing with a pool stick in her hand, looking at the table. The condom box was gone. Her face was red. She tried not to look you in the eye. Yet, she had a look of confidence as she looked to take her next shot. “Sorry about what you saw a few minutes ago!”

You gritted your teeth, “It’s fine,” you had nothing else to say.

Bill didn’t seem as uncomfortable. He came over and slapped you on the back. “You hit that shit yet!” He said pointing upstairs.

“I will,” you spoke with confidence. You wanted to send a message to Morgan, but she didn’t seem to get it. She just took a shot. You placed the drinks on the table, and noticed an open condom wrapper.

Morgan seemed to sense your thoughts. “Uh…we threw the condom in the trash. I’d put it in the toilet, but we tried doing that at the theatre and it didn’t flush.

Again, all you could say was, “It’s fine.” Here was your girlfriend, telling you she had fucked your friend at the theatre, and then at YOUR house, and was inquiring were to put the fucking condoms from their sex. You wanted to scream. Instead you just turned to walk out the room. Morgan made a comment, something along the lines of you being a nice guy, but you didn’t listen.

You closed the door and walked upstairs, then you crept back down slowly. You listened intently at the door. Morgan was talking in her real voice. “I’ll just clean the condoms up when I come over Sunday.”

“You don’t think he will?” Bill answered.

Morgan chuckled. “I HOPE not, why would he touch our used condoms!” She used the words “ours”, and it sent you over the edge. You stormed upstairs, not caring if they heard. You went right to your room. Janelle was still on the bed. You were gone for several minutes, so she’d wonder.

“Where did you….” She was about to speak.

This time, you cut her off, you grabbed her cheek and kissed her mouth hard. The two of you began making out on your bed. Your hands went under her shirt, and passed over the flab of her stomach. You reached your mark, when you found her bra, and cupped her breasts vigorously. They were bigger than Morgan’s, but sagged and were still small for her frame. You pulled her shirt off her body, exposing her pudgy form. She seemed to respond to your new found intensity. You pushed her down on the bed, and kissed her as your hands went under the wire of her bra. You tweaked her nipples.

You sat up and removed your own shirt. Your hand went up her long skirt. You caressed her soft flabby legs and moved up towards her womanhood. She let out a moan, and you knew you had reached your destination. You moved her legs apart, and got in between them. It took you a moment to pull down your pants, and slip on a condom from off the dresser. She moaned when you reached down, rather roughly, and pulled her panties down to her knees, and then off over her boots. You laid on top of her and reached down to grip your small erect cock. She moaned when you rubbed it against her slit. Her skirt was up around her waist. You entered her hard and fast. She was wet, so it slid right in. It wasn’t tight, but it felt good. You had been hard all night, but hadn’t had a chance to get release.

“Bend over,” you ordered, realizing you wanted to do as Bill and Morgan were doing downstairs. She did as told, and her fat ass was right before you. Her swollen lips stared at you from this position. You grabbed her hips with one hand and guided your cock with the other. Like Bill, you slammed at her, pounding for all you were worth. Within two minutes, your cock erupted in the condom. The two of you collapsed next to each other, kissing and breathing hard.

You chatted with her politely. You were happy to have cum, but you were eager to get back downstairs. So you waited. And waited. She finally fell asleep twenty minutes later, and you pretended to do the same.