Apparently not?

She opened the door and walked in to find Tom sitting at his laptop, apparently calmly working away at an assignment. Emily was somewhat put off, her plan seeming to have failed.

“Hey Emily, how was your study session?” he asked, his casual tone sounding just a little too casual, too ****. He looked over at her before quickly turning back to face his screen. Aha! It had worked, he was just playing coy.

“Oh yeah, good, got lots of, uh, study done.”

Tom saved what he had been working on, though Emily doubted he’d actually added anything, and stood up. “What do you want for dinner?”

“I don’t mind, whatever you feel like cooking. I need to have a quick shower first.” She went to walk past him, but he suddenly reached out and stopped her.

“Hey, don’t I get a kiss from my girlfriend first?” he asked hurriedly.

“Oh, you sure?” Emily asked lamely, pulling back and pressing her lips together tightly. Underneath her worried looking exterior she was ecstatic, this couldn’t have gone better! She wished she could see into Tom’s mind and see what he was thinking by her not wanting to kiss him.

“Umm yeah.”

“Fine!” Emily leaned forward and tried for a chaste kiss on the lips, but Tom went for a full kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She quickly pulled back, wishing that her mouth actually did taste like cum, or at least mouthwash or something. “Happy?” she asked, before turning and brushing past him to the bedroom. As she did, her hand grazed his crotch and she felt his erection trying to burst through his pants.

—

Tom remained standing in the dining room, his mind racing. He had been completely sure that Emily had just been pretending the other night to tease him. Or at least 99 percent sure, with that one percent doubt having an outsized effect on his arousal over the past few days. Now he wasn’t so sure. He was still mostly sure, especially since she hadn’t jumped into action until after she’d seen Bill leave. He’d still sat at home imagining what she might be up to if she wasn’t just pretending, if she was really sneaking off, although rather blatantly, as if rubbing the affair in Tom’s face. But now that she had returned at pretty much the same time as Bill, after a little over an hour away, looking like she’d spent the whole time getting pounded by Bill’s big cock, the scenarios he’d been imagining seemed a little more corporeal.

He was glad he’d made the split second decision to reach out and stop her for a kiss as she tried to go straight past him to the bedroom. Watching her squirm in his arms as she tried to get out of kissing him, as if worried that he might notice a strange taste in her mouth. Squirmed quite believably, a bit too believably. If she was pretending she had become quite a good actor quite quickly. Sure, she’d toyed with some of Tom’s fantasies in the past few weeks, but during those times she’d been telling the truth, or at least the truth with some embellishments. This was new, she was actually lying to him. Except, really she wasn’t lying, because she really had gone out with friends the other night, right?. Though, even tough he was pretty sure she hadn’t met up with, Tom was also pretty sure she hadn’t been to a study session this afternoon. So that was technically a lie.

Tom’s head, heart and stomach were roiling with thoughts, emotions and nerves, all seeming to **** the blood out and down to his throbbing cock. He thought back to the kiss. He swore he could taste something when he managed to briefly get his tongue in Emily’s mouth. Or maybe he just smelled something? He wasn’t sure, but either way, he still had a lingering musky sensation at the back of his throat. He was definitely less sure that Emily wasn’t actually cheating on him now than he had been. If he had to put a number on it, he didn’t think he could be more than ninety percent sure his girlfriend wasn’t cheating on him.

He heard the shower start. He looked down at his erection causing an obvious bulge in his pants, sighed, and walked to the fridge, trying to turn his mind to planning dinner.

—

Tom lay in bed, looking over at Emily texting someone on her phone. He was desperately in need of release, having been thinking of Emily getting pounded by Bill in some clandestine location every time he’d looked at her that night. As they’d eaten the curry he’d cooked up, chatting about their days, ignoring the strange energy bubbling under the surface of their conversation, as they both sat at the table studying, when they snuggled up on the couch to watch a sitcom before bed. Now his cock was almost painfully engorged, his balls feeling on the verge of bursting. He reached out and grabbed Emily’s thigh. She just grunted, still engrossed in whoever she was messaging. He started stroking up and down her thigh. She reached down and grabbed his hand and pulled it off her.

“Sorry baby, not tonight, I’m super tired.” She fired off one last text, a grin curling the corner of her mouth as she bit her lip. Then she turned her phone off and rolled over to go to sleep. Tom lay awake for over an hour longer, his mind swirling. Finally he drifted off to sleep, but even that didn’t end his torment as his dreams were filled with visions of Emily submitting her body to Bill’s whims.