We had a night on the town, where the sexual tension was palpable, and soon we found ourselves back at the hotel where I explained what was to happen....All the wives were to go to their rooms and get ready - I had a pack for them which included a blindfold and an mp3 player with headphones so they couldn't see or hear who they were with (and an extra surprise for one of them!!). I would take the spare keys and pass out to the husbands, so I was the only one who knew all the swaps. Thankfully. Aunty moved to the purse signed a cheque and made her leave. She told me that she was going to take long in bathroom and if I feel hungry I can help myself in the kitchen. It was the first time that while talking to her I was looking at her breasts and not her face. I could see her just waxed shining arms and legs. She made a glass of wine and moved into the bathroom and I did not hear the sound of the lock. I immediately placed my eyes in front of the keyhole and peeped inside.Aunty removed. .. i am not that good and i didn't have proper things. So it was just me in normal clothes on top of sexy lingerie and smooth body hidden in boy stuff...My heart was pounding as i was riding a tram to the center of the city. I had an impression, that everyone looking at me, could see through my normal clothes and know what i wear beneath my jeans. I think i was blushing a little... i felt the bra pressing in my chest and panties pushing up my bum all prepared for ... anything.The most stressing. ” And I put my arm around his shoulders and maneuvered him to the front door.As he walked to the car, I sat down at the dining table and took a sip of tea. It was cold, thank god he did not decide to sit and drink with me, that surely would have rung some alarm bells. And I took in the glaring space where the dining chair was missing, surely he had noticed that…. Couldn’t have, too screwed up with his own problems.I watched him back down the drive and once I was certain his car had departed.