I rode home with Mom in a bit of a sullen mood but tried not to show it. After all tomorrow was Stacey and my birthday and I didn’t want to ruin it ...ith a “bad attitude,” as Dad always lectured us about.When I got home from school I went to my room and noticed a new clothes hamper setting in my room. I had always used the one in the bathroom, “no way is that my birthday gift,” I thought. I opened the lid and inside was a box wrapped in lavender paper and a matching bow. There was a card. Though this Indian wife did not look the best, she was enough hot and interesting to explore.Both of them worked in the IT sector in Bangalore and had very little time to fulfill their sexual fantasies as their work timings were different. One of their sexual fantasies was to have a threesome with a young guy!Mahesh informed me that they wanted to try some adventurous fun outdoors as they stayed with their family and couldn’t really have an outsider for fun. They were very keen on trying sex. In all the excitement and imagination in the toilet I failed to notice there was no bucket. I had to wash off my ass and poo. Adjacent was the bathroom were my aunty was washing clothes. I called her for bucket. She came and knocked the door. I opened door slightly but it was not enough for the bucket to enter. Such a small toilet it was, opening the door more would make my nakedness viewable to aunty. She opened the door fully with her hand and said, ‘kitna sharmate ho, maine to sab dekha hi. She was older than him by three years yet they both liked the same thing, and got along great. Soon they were emailing each other everyday and chatting at all hours of the night. Three months had passed and then she asked him if he would ever like to meet. Without hesitating he said yes. They agreed that her place would be the best, she lived in a rather secluded place and would provide a more uninterruptable place to be. She would pick him up from the train station and he would stay at her.