"Sure..."

Tom looked up at her, a slightly wild, suspicious look in his eyes. “Oh, umm, sure honey,” he replied with a tinge of worry in his voice.

“Thanks!” she said with a big grin on her face, before quickly pretending to fire off one last text and bouncing out the door.

She started up the car and drove off in the same direction as Bill had headed. However, she pulled over and parked just around the corner. She turned off the car and sat back, her heart racing. She thought about what Tom must be thinking right now. The uncertainty must be driving him wild!

The excitement didn’t last long however, and soon she was feeling a little bored, wondering how long Bill was going to be out. She planned to wait for him to get back, then head home herself a few minutes later, to make Tom extra suspicious. Eventually she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through social media.

An hour later she was just starting to think about heading back before Bill, getting a bit sick of waiting. She figured she should make it look like she’d been engaged in rough sex for an hour, so she messed up her hair and smudged her makeup. She looked in the mirror and was pretty happy with the results. Then she thought about how rough Bill usually was with her and decided she should probably make herself look even worse. She looked around to make sure no one was watching before sticking two fingers in her mouth and pushing them to the back of her throat. She rapidly worked them in and out, trying to make herself gag as much as she could. Soon her hand was covered in saliva and it was spilling out of her mouth. She pulled her hand out and smeared it all over her face.

She could feel herself getting wet at her humiliating behaviour. She quickly looked around again before shoving three fingers as far as she could into her mouth and holding them there as her throat spasmed around them until she felt tears in her eyes. She pulled her hand back out and smeared the long strands of saliva across her face, looking at her running mascara in the mirror. She squirmed in the seat thinking about what Tom would think when he saw her.

Just then she heard a car approaching. She ducked down, not wanting to be seen in her current state. After it had passed she looked after it and saw that it was Bill’s beat up ute. Emily breathed out, letting her head fall back below the window. She realised she would have to wait a few more minutes now. Tom would definitely think that she was with Bill now that she would arrive back just after Bill as well. She ran her hand down her stomach and onto her pants over her hot, throbbing pussy. She applied some pressure and felt an instant surge of pleasure pass over her already aroused body. Feeling secure below the window of the car she started to rub herself through her shorts. After having her mind full of sexual thoughts all day it took almost no time before she had her hand down her shorts. She rubbed her clit rapidly before fully giving in to the pleasure and shoving two fingers into her pussy, her thumb still working her clit. After only a minute she was frantically fingering herself to an orgasm, her other hand stuffed in her mouth to stifle her moans.

She lay back on the seat, catching her breath. When her heart slowed back down she remembered where she was and quickly looked around, relieved to find no one watching. She wiped the saliva from the hand that had been in her mouth on her face, and then, smelling the scent of her arousal, she also spread the pussy juice from her other hand on her neck, figuring that she should probably try and smell like she’d just been fucking for the last hour or so as well. If only she had some cum as well, she thought to herself, before catching herself. She couldn’t help but laugh at how much she’d changed in the past couple of weeks, at how far she was thinking about taking this subterfuge.

Emily wasn’t quite sure how long she’d spent masturbating, so she waited another minute before starting the car up and driving the very short distance home. She pulled into their spot, then opened the visor mirror and did a quick job of trying to fix the mess she had made of her appearance. Satisfied she looked like she had at least tried to hide what she had been up to, she was about to get out of the car when a grin crossed her face. She unsnapped the clasp of her bra and quickly pulled it off under her shirt, stuffing it under the seat. Then she climbed out of the car and headed into the apartment, her heart almost beating out of her chest, her nipples rubbing the fabric of her shirt.