Asha

“Hey Tom, it’s Asha, Emily gave me ur number awhile ago in case I ever needed it. She asked me to cover for her today while she did something she didn’t want you to know about. I agreed so I could follow her and see what she was doing and then tell you. I took some pictures, do you want me to send them through?”

Tom felt like the world had ground to a halt. It was true. Emily really was cheating on him. Right? Asha actually hadn’t said what she’d seen Emily doing, but it had to be that, right? Tom figured there was only one way to find out.

Tom: Yes.

He waited, staring at the phone clutched in his hand. His heart hammered, sweat forming on his brow, and, undeniably, his cock rock hard. His phone dinged, and Tom felt like he was about to pass out. He had to clamp his eyes shut suddenly as he was overtaken with a feeling of vertigo. When he opened his eyes again he saw an image had arrived from Asha. It showed Bill’s truck in an empty gravel car park. Walking up to the driver’s side door was Emily, looking like a celebrity caught by paparazzi with her stunning body shown off by the brief dress. Tom’s stomach tightened, and he felt like he was on the verge of both puking and cumming.

Just then the next image arrived. It showed Emily leaning into the window, Bill’s hand grasping her side, his thumb digging into her just below her breast. Despite not leaning over too far, her dress had already begun to rise up her backside, exposing the bottom of her cheeks.The next picture came in, showing her bending over further, her dress now three quarters of the way up her toned buns, Bill’s hand now squarely on her breast, and her face pressed up against his in what Tom could only assume was a passionate kiss.

Asha sent through several more pictures of Emily making out with Bill as he felt up her tits, the images showing the progression of Emily’s dress slowly rising up her ass. Tom couldn’t help himself and pulled his cock out of his pants and jacked off at the sight of her pussy coming into view as she bent through the window of the old bully’s truck, not caring who might be watching.

The next lot of images showed Emily standing back up, and then walking around to the passenger door. Tom’s eyes bulged when he saw that, alongside her ass still being almost entirely exposed, her entire left boob was out of her top, dislodged by Bill’s groping. The last image showed Emily sitting in the passenger seat as Bill drove off, a pleased smile on her face as Bill grabbed her breasts with one hand, his other on the steering wheel.

Tom wondered where they were headed, and what Bill was planning to do to Emily when they got there. Would it only be Bill there, or was he inviting his friends? Oh fuck, was he taking her around to a friends house for another poker game? Would Langdon be there? Suddenly Tom felt himself cumming as he pictured Emily intentionally getting Langdon worked up, wanting to repeat the events of their last encounter.

He sat back, and closed his eyes, ashamed of what he’d just cum to. He shouldn’t be reacting like this to his girlfriend cheating on him. Although, she wasn’t really cheating on him, this was still all part of the game. Right? He realised he wasn’t completely sure, and also realised that the uncertainty made him even more turned on.

His mind a bit clearer now, he suddenly realised that their neighbour now knew about Emily’s cheating. Surely Emily wouldn’t get her involved? So it must be real! Tom felt his heart pounding, and his erection rapidly returning. He realised he had to do something, he couldn’t let his attractive neighbour think he was ok with Emily cheating on him. His thoughts were suddenly distracted by his phone dinging again.

Asha: That’s all I could get. I think it’s best if we get some more before you do anything, right? Just to make sure you have enough evidence. I can pretend to help Emily again and try and get some more if you want?

Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He had at least a while more before he had to do anything drastic. His mind instantly began wondering what pictures he might get next time.

Tom: Yeah, I think you’re right. Let me know when she asks you next

Asha: Will do :)

Tom sat for some time longer, his cock hard again, mind churning over what Emily’s next outing might bring, as well as what the hell she was up to right then. He was tempted to jerk off again, but decided to wait for Emily to get home and hope she wanted to help him out.

He sat around, unable to distract himself with anything else for over three hours until he finally heard the door open. His anxious arousal had been slowly building the entire time, and he could feel his swollen balls throbbing, his stomach basically doing constant frontflips, and his heart pounding in his ears. He jumped up to see Emily trying to sneak through the door.