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As you drove to the store, the Indian Uber driver spoke about how “hot” Morgan was. How “lucky” Bill was. You just sat there. You had given her to Bill basically. Is it what you wanted? If not, why were you so hard. The trip to the store lasted forever in your mind. When you arrived you raced to get smokes and beers. You were pissed when a small line formed. What pissed you off even more was when Dave, the dumb-ass you went to high-school with showed up with some guys. He thought he was cooler than he was. Even after high-school. He saw you and wanted to catch up. You spoke about parties, and how everyone was doing. Then he asked about Bill.

“He's fine,” you said.

“More than fine,” Dave added. “Mikey said he saw him at the bar tonight with some dimepiece. Real hot girl I guess.” You were mad and jealous and aroused all at once. You stayed to get more of the story. Mikey, another loser from high-school saw them kissing, and groping, and said the girl was probably hottest girl there by far. You chatted more and realized you spent some time talking.

You then raced back to the Uber. How much time had passed. A half hour, you confirmed. The ride home took another 15 minutes. Shit. The driver said you should stay in basement. What if they were in there? Were they having sex? It scared and excited you more than ever.

You went around back and looked in the large basement glass door. No one. So you entered. You expected to hear something. Anything. Nothing. Your heart pounded as you slowly crept through the den to the stairs. No noise. You walked upstairs trying not to make the steps creak. They did. You made it to the top of the stairs, and were shocked to hear nothing. There was a smell of cigarettes though. Were they smoking in the house? It must be, you thought with anger as you crept down the hall. The door to your bedroom was closed. That's when you heard them talking. You couldn't hear what was being said. They were just talking. But they didn't come out. You waited to hear something. Nothing. Why? Did they not fuck? Is that what you wanted? You didn't know anymore.

You went downstairs, and the whole night you smoked and paced. Your cock hard. You didn't want to jerk off for fear you'd be caught. Either out right or with sticky hands. Around 3AM you fell asleep.

You woke to see Morgan over you, her wide smile and a glow about her. S“Uh....I got to go to work....we will...I don't know...talk later.” She told him.

She waved and left, but you noticed she had a high head and shoulders back. She seemed to almost skip.

Why was it so awkward though. You heard her leave, unable to muster any words yet. You eagerly went upstairs to see anything. You grabbed your phone to check. No messages. You saw nothing and no one. No Bill. But when you go to the room you sure smelled something. Cigarettes. It made you mad, but also kind of got you going that they did that. That SHE would do that.

You noticed the glass bowl. The condoms....where were they? There were two. You walked to the bathroom to pee. If you could, you were so hard. As you pissed on the toilet seat trying to push your cock down, you noticed the condoms in the trash. Two very used, very wet condoms. Filled with cum, and slick on the outside with that greyish white you knew was Morgan's cum. Your phone buzzed in your hand. You checked.

“I DID IT MAN!” Bill texted. “I FUCKED HER! TWICE!” You dropped the phone on the marble of the bathroom sink, heart beating, and hand trembling. The phone continued to buzz, and you'd later see Bill talking about how he knew it would happen one day if he just put in the work. How it was an itch he finally scratched.

You on the other hand, pulled your cock out and furiously jerked it, until you came hard against the back wall. It took less that three full pumps. Somehow, it was one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

You were nervous about texting Morgan. You spent the day at your apartment in the city trying to jerk off and get rid of you boner. It wouldn't go down. You felt anger, jealousy, rage, arousal, excitement, and betrayal all at once. Morgan finally texted she would need a day. So you gave her that.

Around 8PM on Saturday night you saw an alert on Facebook. Someone had responded to Morgan's “relationship status” update. It was Katie, a girl she worked with. You'd met her briefly. Which went against Morgan's rules to add people to this who knew you. But no “questioning” you reminded yourself. Katie asked if she was single.

You were shocked when Morgan responded. “I was...kind of...not sure now...” It dropped your heart but raised you little cock. Which you eagerly savaged.

It was Sunday night finally, and you went to Morgan's. She told you to go there. You got there before her and paced. She finally arrived home, and was wearing a blue suit with a white blouse. She kissed you and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She talked about her long work weekend and ate cheese, and sipped a glass of red wine. As if there was nothing to discuss. You sat on the couch speechless.

Morgan finally came to the living room with her wine. “Why don't you get in the bath, and we can talk about Friday night.” She finally said.

You all but raced to the bathroom. You got nude and ran the water. Morgan was talking in the next room about some dinner for work you had to be ready for this week. She told you no one in the “know” would be there, referring to her little facebook game.

Morgan finally came in, white blouse still on, but no pants. Her sexy ass swayed in her black thong panties as she sat on the toilet. Her little feet had on her black socks still. She began to wipe. “Let's get this over with, since that little thing of yours has probably been wagging like a little puppy dog all weekend.” She put shampoo on her hand and rested by the tub. She reached in and grabbed your cock.

“Actually,” she stated. “The date was kind of nice.” Then she told you her tale. The whole thing. She jerked you slowly as she told you about the kiss that you saw, and then getting fingered in the van. When she mentioned how hard she came, so did you.

Minutes later, with a towel around your waist, and Morgan still in panties, you were smoking on the deck. Morgan puffed a drag. “So let's just get it out there and rip it off like a band-aid, because I know you're thinking about it.” She looked at you. “His dick is bigger than yours.” You felt uneasy, and squirmed a little, but she put a hand on your shoulder. “It is hon, but not by much, so lets just get past it. Ok?” You agreed.

You returned to the bath. Morgan put more lotion on her hand and rubbed you flaccid little dick. She told the story of them fucking, and you began to get hard again. The way she told the story was strange. Almost cold and calculated. Like she was just talking about nothing at all. She noted each orgasm, and even you lost count of hers. It was taking some time, even after being told about the doggystyle. Then she told you how she just HAD to light up a smoke in your room. “Sorry hon.” She said as she pumped your half hard cock.

“It's fine,” you assured her. For some reason your cock was getting harder.

“You know how after great sex you GOT to have a smoke right hon?” She looked at you.

“OH GOD YES!” The words “great sex” may have pushed you over, or the fact that she lit up a smoke in your room got you, you weren't sure, but you blasted a load into the air, as she increased her speed and pressure.

“See...” she assured herself. “I thought you'd like that....” She washed her hands in the tub water you were in. “Need a smoke?” She smiled at you.

You looked down laughing. “Yeah.”

“SEE I TOLD YOU!” She seemed happy with herself. She then pointed outside. “Deck though hon.” Your cock even twitched at that. The idea that she could smoke in your room, but you certainly couldn't in hers. Was it disrespect that added to it? How had she figured that out.

Days past and not much occurred. You went back to a normal life. Though the weekend in the beginning of May was burned in your mind. You were shocked Bill didn't brag. Morgan showed you they weren't talking by text or email. She promised you'd be a part of it if they did. All of it.

It was the second week of April, when you checked Morgan's facebook. No change in status, but you noticed something. Morgan is “now friends with” and then you saw Bill's name. The subtle little thing had you hard.

You were sitting at work, on a Friday, and a notification of a facebook post by Morgan came up. It was a message, seen only by Morgan's “in the know” people, which referenced and tagged Bill. It was a picture of the city. “You get your train ticket yet jerk?” It excited you to see, and even to know some others did.

Bill responded minutes later with “Yeah babe. Can't wait.”

A minute later, another update from Morgan. She “liked” Bill's message, and then responded “Me neither!” It was so arousing to you. This new wrinkle.

Another friend from work commented. “Is this the new guy?”

To which Morgan updated. “Maaaayyyyybbbbee!” The girl from work liked her post. So did Bill.

You got home to Morgan's place, and she told you to get in the tub. You eagerly awaited, once again like a puppy your dick was wagging when she got home. She did the same thing, this time with turquoise panties and white sock with that loose white blouse. You could see the sides of her boobs without her bra. It was becoming a new ritual, as she sank next to the tub on her knees, without pants and stroked your cock. She asked about your day. Then she went over hers. She ended with “I was bored at work, so mostly on facebook all day.” She was teasing you about the posts.

“OH GOD!” You cried out, as an stress or anxiety you had lept up from your cockhole and splashed around you. Some on your stomach.

“Smoke?” She was reading you mind now. You were out on the deck soon.

That weekend Morgan wanted to go shopping. You were now just following her like a goddess. Or maybe like a puppy. You watched as she went to a more risque shop, and had a young girl help her pick out a leather skirt. She went to try it on. You hoped she called you back. She didn't.

To your surprised, she went to a sexy lingerie place and looked through bra, panty and garter sets, until she found turquoise. She chatted with a fatter old lady about how she'd have to order the nylons special if she wanted that color. Which she did. Right then and there.

Then she went to a department store and picked out a pair of stretchy tight jeans. This time she asked you for help in the dressing room. You walked over, but she told you to get the girl at the register. The young fat girl walked to the dressing room and past you. “Looks sexy,” the girl said. “Tight in all the right places.” Then Morgan bought the pants.

Morgan then went to a store and searched through tops. Not normal tops, but club ones. There was one with a ring in the middle. It would show a lot of cleavage. It was her color though, so she HAD to buy it. Your cock was so hard. She didn't let you see it.

When you got home, you hoped she'd try them on. She didn't she just put them away. She had you back in the tub. This time, as she began pumping you, she talked about how she bought that stuff for her “big weekend”. This was all you could take and you exploded a huge load, built up from the day.

That week, Morgan posted a meme on facebook, which tagged Bill. It said “Waterbeds suck for sex!” Bill liked the post and about six other people did as well. You watched as conversation begin, and Morgan even added saying “It just moved to much” and again tagged Bill with “Right?” You watched Bill like the post and agree.

Your new jerkoff ritual that day had Morgan pulling on your dick complaining about waterbeds, and how they move too much during sex. IT was a jab at you, but it was sexy as hell.

A few days later and Morgan added a meme she made, with a man with his hands on his head embarrassed and a woman with sheets pulled up looking annoyed. She tagged Bill. The meme read “When you say you can do three but the girl is too hot and your done at two.” The sexually charged meme made your cock hard. Plus the fact she posted it to Facebook. Bill liked the post, and said “Ouch”. Katie, her coworker chimed in with “Vitamin B Bill, it helps.” Another girl added. “Think of baseball. Lots of baseball.” The chat became really long with advice on how to “stay” in the game so to speak, as one person put it.

When Morgan got home, she didn't need to tell you to get in the bath. A great jerk, and smoke, and your stress was gone.

The month flew by, and though you were eager and excited, you weren't as stressed. Your cock was getting cleaned of semen every few days you realized.

The day before Thursday, the big day, you and Morgan went to get groceries. She was in her bell bottom jeans and white tank top, looking great. She was going to get her hair done in the morning. And her nails and toenails. She also commented about how she needed a shave, since it was a forest down there. That's when you realized through all the month, you hadn't seen her naked once. You hadn't had sex. It shocked you.

Morgan asked what beer Bill liked, and told you to get two cases. She chatted with the meat guy about chicken cutlets, hoping to cook one night for Bill. You just watched her get things for the weekend and you were hard.

It was the trip to CVS that floored you. Morgan had most of the items she needed and as she walked with a purpose to the Pharmacy you were shocked when she stopped a shop boy. “Where are the condoms!” She flat out said with confidence.

The young guy smiled, then smiled at you all but giggling like a child. You had a look of shock. Morgan looked from you to the shop boy. “Grow up guys.” The boy led her to the aisle, but had to unlock the case.

“How many,” he looked at you.

“Not for him buddy,” she was looking through the boxes. Her disregard of you, in such a public way was intoxicating for your little cock. “Five days,” she put her hand out and you watched her fingers slowly come out as she counted. Counted the times she planned on fucking your buddy. “I'd say at LEAST ten.” The boy handed her a box. “Just to be safe. Get me another thing of three.” She stopped him as he went to grab them. “Maybe two boxes of three.”

“You can just get two boxes of ten.” The guy laughed. Morgan agreed, and she walked away with the two large condom boxes. The guy nudged you. “Lucky guy!”

“Not for him,” Morgan called back without a look. She then paid, and you didn't even move. It took some time to get your legs working under you. Finally you followed her out the door. And then home.

In the tub Morgan talked about having all she needed. As she picked up her pace jerking your cock she added. “If I need anymore of anything we can just pick it up.” The insinuation that Morgan would fuck Bill over twenty times made you cum at just the words.

Then...it was finally the day. The big day. Bill had gotten off Thursday, Friday AND Monday, and made sure to post it to Facebook with Morgan tagged. She liked the post.

You were hard and pacing as Morgan got ready in your apartment. She got her hair done, and you hadn't seen her yet. She was in her room. You were going to train station to pick Bill up.

You still didn't know how all this would play out. Then your phone buzzed. Morgan updated her Facebook status...in a relationship....WITH BILL. Your cock couldn't get any harder than it was. This was nuts, and sexy all at once.

You watched as the “in the know” group of people, about 150, almost all began to like her status update. She then added a new profile pic viewable only to the “in the know” group. It was a selfie, or Morgan, looking fantastic. Her hair was short, and blonde streaks again. She had on red lipstick, and a tight white top that wrapped around her neck. She had those tight blue jeans she bought making her ass look amazing. She wore turquoise strap wedge heels. The likes flooded in, as well as “lucky guy” references to Bill. It was too much to handle. Especially when Morgan came out a minute later.

She then told Bill via a post not to get too drunk. Another flood of likes. “Stay in the game” Katie joked.

Morgan looked stunning and you couldn't speak. You were nervous around your own fiancee. She poured a drink. A strong drink of Vodka, saying she's gonna need it. She sat down and drank a lot. You got a beer, and she reminded you that you'd have to drive. Chauffeur you guessed. IT made you laugh and hard.

You looked at her as she crossed her legs and bobbed her heeled feet. She looked gorgeous, and you asked about a “bath” before it all starts.

Morgan looked up at you with a little shock on her face. “What....” she had a little anger to her voice, then she calmed. “Oh hon...no...no...that wouldn't be right.” She stood up and put her hand on your shoulder. Standing several inches taller than even you, she said with a warm smile. “I'm your buddies girlfriend,” she turned and went to the deck to smoke. Her words FLOORED you. It was all happening.

You were silent as she smoked and grabbed her purse. “Let's go early and go to the bar across the street from the station.” You did as told quietly.

It dawned on you finally that you were taking your fiancee to pick up your friend so he could fuck her. This was insane, and you were going to cum in your pants.

You went to the bar, and she drank two shots and two drinks. She seemed nervous. And she chatted with a nervous energy as if nothing was going down. Or tried, since you said little.

It was almost time for his train. You walked across the street. Morgan was looking in a small mirror from her bag adjusting her make-up. When you walked through the station, heads turned to check out Morgan. You had always checked out the hot girl walking down the street, and now it was Morgan. But she wasn't dressed up for you, and it drove you wild.

You stood by the steps that led down to the platform to board the trains on the track. Morgan bent down to adjust the strap of her heel, nonchalantly, but it gave everyone a view of her ass, and long lean legs in those jeans. Several older men gawked and adjusted their pants.

You didn't know what was going to happen. You were nervous, eager, and anxious yourself. You were about to ask her if she was ready for this when you saw her face light up.

“BAAABBBE!” She yelled and took off. You watched her run, and then you saw Bill drop his bag. Morgan lept up right into his arms, locking her legs around his ass and back legs. He caught her mid air, and you watched your friend 's lips crush over your fiancees. They were making out right there. Right away. Like two lovers who hadn't seen each other in ages. You realized, that is ESACTLY what they were.

It was going to be a long weekend...