Heading back home

Gary shakes his head.

"Stop being ridiculous. I'm not gay," Gary says to himself.

"I am not gay," he repeats louder to re-affirm his sexual identity.

He puts his car in gear and drives home. He repeats "i'm not gay" like a mantra for the rest of the ride home.

After parking the car, he cautiously enters his home. His walk is almost a mince so not to create tension in the household. He carefully opens the door and steps lightly inside the foyer. Quietly he closes the door behind him. With his hands clenched close to his chest, he treads delicately into the kitchen where he sees his wife drinks a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper.

Mary looks up at Gary and says, "We will not speak of last night. We will treat it as if it didn't even happen. I found and already listened to a hypnotic file to erase what you did to me last night."

Gary leans over to kiss his wife on the cheek but she pulls away.

"That doesn't mean I'm not pissed at you!" Mary turns her back to him and focuses back to the newspaper.

"I understand," Gary whimpers meekly. He looks at her and tilts his head a bit. Something about Mary is different. Although it is before noon on a Saturday and she did have a rough night, Mary looks different. No make-up and her hair is mussed, but that could be from her seething anger at him. Her mannerisms are almost masculine as she drinks, not sips, her coffee and reads what could be the sports section. Gary is not about to get close enough to confirm that though.

He takes a few short steps into the bedroom to change his underwear. He still has cum in his pants from earlier. He glances at the computer and sees the hypnotic files advertises to "remove lesbian tendencies" from women. He giggles at the thought.

In their bedroom, Gary goes to grab a replacement pair of underwear and hesitates. He looks over to his wife's dresser and considers wearing her panties.

Again he shakes his head and whispers to himself, "I am not gay." He thrusts his hand into his underwear drawer and grabs the first pair.

In the bathroom, he slides out of his pants and looks at the wet spot on his underwear. A sudden urge to smell and taste it comes to mind and he quickly dismisses it. As he wipes his groin area, he notices that the magazine holder at the side of the toilet is disturbed.

Usually Mary has it organized and all the magazines level with each other, but Gary notices one is out of place.

After putting on a clean pair of underwear, he leans over and plucks the magazine from the rack. It is the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model issue. He hasn't looked at it for months.