Her husband

"Honey! I'm home!" He calls from the living room.

Holly fixes her dress and rubs the cum stain into the carpet to conceal it.

"Who was that leaving the house? Was it Dan?"

"Uh- hi!" The new Holly calls from the bedroom.

"And where's your car?"

"Uh- yes! That was Dan. He, uh, was driving me home. My car ran out of gas so I left it downtown. Sorry!"

"Aw. It's okay honey - these things happen!" Your husband replies. "What a nice guy."

_What's his name? _The new Holly asks the old.

Dale.

"Dale, how was your day?" The new Holly asks her husband.

"Busy! Honey, sorry, I'd love to chat but I'm very tired. I'm going to shower and head to bed. Love you."

"Okay!" Holly thought, relieved she didn't have to keep up the pretence for the evening.

She laid on the living room sofa and gently teased her dress-covered labia. The thought of fucking random strangers filled Holly's head as she drifted off to sleep.