Nothing, he’ll let history write itself

Tom followed Sarah into the master bedroom. She stood there in comfortable pajamas, massaging lotion into her hands in preparation for bed.

Sarah: "I'll just wish Kevin a good night."

Leaving Tom behind, she exited the room and Tom retreated to the bathroom to brush his teeth. His pulse quickened with each passing second as he wondered if their captivating tale was continuing in Sarah's absence.

Alas, just as quickly as Sarah had left, she returned and lay beside him. Her delicate features beckoned him with her weary expression.

Sarah: "Such a draining day," she sighed wearily.

Tom expressed his agreement silently, taking caution not to betray the slightest hint of his feverish curiosity.

Sarah: "He's such an innocent soul. I could never fathom why his mother treats him so terribly."

Tom nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

As they exchanged their nightly farewells and drifted off to slumber, the subtle undercurrent of their sexual tension remained a tantalizing enigma between them.

Tom's heart clenched in agony as he lay sprawled beside Sarah, the once intimate expanses of their luxuriously sized bed now separated by a palpable distance that seemed to stretch for an eternity. The sense of an impassible barrier had descended, leaving him bereft and shackled in longing.

He could hear Sarah breathing, it wasn't like she was sleeping either.

Tom's restless mind raced with uncontrollable desire as he lay there. He briefly considered slaking his throbbing need in the bathroom but paused when Sarah's soft breaths grew heavy and the bed sheets trembled under her movements.

Tom's heart pounded in his chest as he feigned sleep, a torrent of thoughts flooding his mind: "Fuck! I can't believe she's doing this behind me. Goddammit, I need to release."

Sarah's labored breaths came once more before she left for the bathroom. The crippling agony of his helplessness made each passing second an eternity as his swollen cock cried out for relief. His desire escalated to manic levels; never in his life had he so strongly yearned to simply jerk off.

The sound of the toilet flushing broke the silence, followed by Sarah's return, yet still Tom's body remained paralyzed under a cloak of depraved anticipation. The coming days promised a rollercoaster of revelations and insatiable desires ripe for unleashing.