Gavin drove home, remembering to call in at the shop to get pizzas.
Reaching home he noticed that three of the four bicycles were missing from their rack, his family had gone for a ride.
"Good," he thought, he unlocked the door, put the pizzas on the kitchen table and went upstairs to his computer room. He quickly found a hiding place for his cache of underwear at the back of a drawer. He set his pictures downloading to his computer.
"The perfect crime," he thought and went back downstairs.
He made himself some coffee then sat to watch TV for a while. He instantly dozed off.
"Gaaaaaviiin... Gaaviin...Gavin."
He woke up, he knew it was his wife's voice calling him, he was just not too sure who Gavin was.
"Pizza," she said.
He opened his eyes and pulled himself up in the chair. She handed him a tray, containing a knife and fork and a plate of pizza." She herself had one which she took to the sofa.
"Thank you," he was confused, "what time is it?"
"Half past nine, the girls are in bed."
"I'm sorry. I just fell asleep."
He had been asleep for several hours, he knew that much.
"Paula!" he remembered aloud.
"What about her?"
"Irene!" he remembered aloud.
"What are you on about?"
"Sorry, I said Paula but meant Irene. Irene came in to work today."
"Is that unusual or something?"
"It is for a Saturday." OK he knew who he was and what he had been doing and it was time to change the subject.
"Would you like some wine with this?" he asked.
"OK" she replied.
The evening then followed the same course as hundreds of previous evenings, Elaine stretched out on the sofa and fell asleep, and she was soon doing one of her large repertoire of snores. Tonight she had selected 'the intermittent lip blow', that one that really annoyed him.
He suddenly remembered his camera. He had left it downloading. He was not concerned that Elaine or the girls would have seen anything; they knew not to mess with the stuff in his computer room. He went upstairs.
He opened his picture browser, had he really taken one hundred and nineteen of them? After just a couple of minutes looking, his cock was like iron. He zoomed in and out of Irenes cunt, her nipples, her arse; he had even taken a couple of the inside of her mouth. The same mouth that he had filled with his onion flavoured jizz.
He rubbed his cock through his jeans, a quick wank before bed he thought. He opened his 'knicker drawer' and retrieved Irenes pants. He examined them on the outside; he opened them and looked at the thin black strip of cloth that she had worn against her apparently sweaty cunt for so many hours. The gusset had a greyish white stain on it. He lifted it to his nose; closed his eyes and sniffed. In his minds eye, Irenes cunt was again before him. He opened his eyes and there it was on the screen. He undid his zip and let his cock loose. He began a steady rhythmic pumping with his right fist.
It did not take long before he was ready to shoot what would be only his second load of the day. He was pumping with his right hand and holding the stained gusset over his nose with his left, he dropped the knickers into the open drawer, not wanting to get spunk on them.
"You left me sleeping downstairs," complained Elaine, as she pushed open the door.
Gavin instantly banged the drawer shut, and pulled his T-shirt down over the top of his prick. If his cock could cry, it would have been inconsolable right now.
"Pardon darling?" he said trying to sound nonchalant. He stood up trying to mask the screen with his body; he did not want Elaine thinking he was downloading internet porn or something, really the very idea.
She was in the room, looking sleepy, she stretched her arms out "I'm going to bed"; she yawned. As she turned to leave she was confronted with a perfect image of the screen reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall.
"What are you looking at? Is that an animal?"
The picture currently on the screen was a close up of Irenes upturned bum showing her protruding brown cunt lips below her brown wrinkled bum hole, it was of course surrounded by her glistening black curly cunt hair.
"It's a type of beaver, if that's what you mean." He tried to usher her out of the room, but stopped short when he felt his T-shirt riding up to uncover his cock.
Elaine ducked around him to stand directly in front of the screen.
"Is that a woman?" she asked.
Even in his slightly panicky state, it occurred to Gavin that his wife of over twenty-one years should not have to ask that question.
"Of course it's a woman." He said. Having spent a memorable part of the afternoon with his face planted in it, he felt she was impugning his sexuality in some way. He managed to pop his penis back inside his jeans unseen.
"I can see what it's a picture of, it's just so hairy. I thought it might be a monkey or something."
Having cleared up what it was that he was looking at, she was going to ask the obvious follow up. He had already decided on "I clicked on it by accident."
"Have you got any more?" she asked, sitting down in the vacant seat.
"I clicked on it by..." hold on that was not right. "More?" he said failing to hide the surprise in his voice.
"I've never seen such a hairy one it's quite amazing."
