Some guys on Twitter were sharing stories about when people walked in on them having sex. These stories are always hilarious. I’m going to try to share mine on here but I do think it’s much funnier to be heard in person. Here we go….
About 16 years ago, my husband I came home from a vacation to Mackinaw City where we went camping. We had not been together all that long and were experimenting with BDSM from the very start. So, we were doing our best to be creative with what little gear we had. While taking down the camping tent, we thought it would be fun to have me staked out in the yard back home. While we couldn’t do this (pesky neighbors & decency laws!), we did have a guest room we were turning into a full playroom so we actually left early to go home and secure 4 points in the room to do a stake out on the floor with the heat lamps (borrowed from our pet Bearded Dragon).
After we rushed home early, it didn’t take long to drill some holes and install what we needed for the scene. I was quickly spread eagle, chained down. The other half left the room to gear up and came back is his new Wesco boots that arrived while we were gone. We started playing. I remember thinking how fun this was, to be living out a fantasy I had seen in movies when I was a kid.
And then the Dog Sitter, Barb, stops by. Great. She knew we were gay. Didn’t know we were kinky. Never asked what was behind the locked door when she was over. While the dogs were always happy to see her, she had this connection with the BF’s cat, “Calbert”. He would cry for her to follow him to our bedroom and then they’d cuddle. This happened while I was chained to the tile floor with VERY HEAVY STEEL CHAIN… and the BF in his heavy Wesco boots. Normally, I like the sound of either… quite a bit! But, not while the Co-worker is fondling my BF’s cat in the other room.
Neither one of us could move because his loud boots and the chains on my limbs would give us away. She must have been on our bed with the damn cat (still alive today. 18!) for a good 30 minutes while we stood/laid motionless. Trying not to laugh. The BF certainly couldn’t just walk out in his jock & boots with a “Oh, Hi, Barb!”.
Finally, she left. We finished. And laughed about everything later.
Later on, we took Barb to dinner. While eating, she says “When did you guys get home? I saw Ruff’s Truck in the backyard”. We made up some excuse about going for a walk after we got home. Still sounding suspicious to her. After dinner, we were talking out side and she says to us “I meant to change the litter box. What are you feeding, Calbert? There was a odd odor. Like fresh Leather”.
We eventually came out to her a 2nd time with the whole Kink Scene. She was very supportive and demanded to hear stories and point out the guys in the “Ass-Less Chaps” in our photos from IML/MAL/MIR. She even tried on the Wescos.
