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Have any one ever walked in on you when you was having sex?
Funny you should ask. We just had a spare bedroom turned into an "adult playroom". Why not? We have three other "spare" rooms we don't use, and there is no one here now, but the two of us. We know we are staying in this house, so we decided to go all out and create a "fun room" just for our enjoyment. In any case, no one but our housekeeper has our keys. We forgot, however, that we did give the contractor, who "finished out" the playroom renovation, the code to our garage, so he and his crew could come and go. He is building another house in the area and decided, in the middle of the day, to "drop in and see how the project had turned out" (He didn't know it's actual purpose). Well, as almost never happens, we both had yesterday off work, and to make matters worse, we had no cars in the driveway, as there is an auto "detailer" that picks up and drop's off, and he had both our cars. So there we are, me in the sex swing, spinning around, hovering above my hubby, who is laying on a "mattress" on the floor (actually a Liberator "base"..I don't think they sell it anymore), with his upright penis deep in my rear end, and me using a big vibe in the front end, and without any warning, our playroom door flies open (we keep it closed to keep the three dogs out. It is the only room where they don't go). Of course our contractors eyes go kind of big, and after a second where we cannot say anything and neither does he, he simply "runs" off. We were not sure if we should be mortified or laugh our asses off. We kind of did both. A moment later we heard the garage door close, as he left.
We really were not sure if we should simply forget the episode or what. I must say, he ruined the mood for us. We promptly changed the code on the garage (we don't need him coming around again...his work here is done). However, when we went to do our evening walk with the dogs around the neighborhood, there he was, plain as day, on the job site where he is building. We were not going to say anything, but he came running over and said, "I am so sorry to have intruded on your private moment...I just was coming by to check if the room turned out good for you and see if you had anything that was punch listed. I didn't think anyone would be home. The dogs know me and they didn't even bark, so I thought it was okay to just check". We told him everything was fine, and as he now could tell, everything turned out perfect. He blushed and said "Thanks, have a great day" and walked away without another word.
There you go. Our first, and hopefully ONLY time of being "caught" in the act.