I knew that if I were to be caught, mother and father would be most angry with me, not to mention the reaction of Uncle Robert. But my curiosity and e...pecially the strange pleasure that I now associated with this sort of spying were enough to make me go on with the project. In the basement, in father's toolbox, I found a hand drill which I managed to bring into my Aunt's room without being observed. After a couple of minutes of looking around the picture frame I finally pulled it aside a little. Her pale skin had a dusting of freckles around her shoulders but her flat stomach was smooth and blemish free. Both she and Kunjal were wearing tiny pairs of grey athletic shorts with the waist rolled down strategically in an effort to accent their stomachs and bikini bottoms. Kunjal’s blond hair was pulled up and her ample cleavage was wet and shining in the cabin light. I was soaking wet and pulled off my shirt and let my blue swimming trunks drip dry.“Looks like someone had been working. As she lifts the opening of the dress up to my head, I automaticallystart placing my hands through the hand holes as if it was a t-shirt, butonce it falls down into place I realise what I'd done. 'Is it too latenow?' I think to myself. As I'm wondering if she really would spank me,my mom walks around me and starts buttoning up the back, ties off theribbon that draw the waist in and then there's a click. "What was that?"I ask bemused. "I'm not having you back out of this so I ordered it. I noticed he seemed a little disappointed from the way his smile drooped.“Wife? Does she know you’re gay?” he asked.“She knows I’m bi – so is she….. at times. We like to experiment and live out our fantasies while we’re away from home,” I returned.“Wow – that must be a great relationship. How does that work?” he asked.I explained our deal and while not going into details told him that we liked to have fun with others as long as the other approved and went as far as to imply that maybe he’d like.