What’s your “caught” story?

Ha, ummmm... I was playing a game with a special friend from Lit, and my husband came home while I was sitting in the middle of the bathroom on a bed of soaked towels.

He didn't actually catch me. But I have never known terror quite so acute as the moment the garage door opened and rumbled through the floor. I feel like this counts.
It absolutely counts!
 
I was in Vegas and a friend of my husband's happened to be there as well and he saw me making out with a random guy. He had no idea about our open relationship.

Also, I think I mentioned this in another thread but when I was young, I ran into my parents at a sex club so in a way we caught each other lol.
 
"...never known terror...garage door..." THAT says so much! I bet you went 100 miles a minute speed to clean up!
 
First time caught when my high school girlfriend and I were parked at night steaming up the windows. I was going down on her in the backseat, she was absolutely soaking my face and cumming over and over when there was a loud rap on the window. Sure enough, it was a local cop who yelled at us to get dressed and go home. I have no idea if or how long he watched before interrupting us.
 
Once in NYC I was standing in front of my bathroom mirrors in my underwear when I noticed a woman in the next building gawking at me. I gave her a bit of a show before stepping into the shower.
 
I remember having sex with an ex boyfriend on my Father’s pool table In the cellar. We had just finished when we heard the doorknob turn at the top of the stairs. We jumped up, got dressed and went up the stairs. Turned out it was my cat reaching up and turning the knob. The next day I went down to the cellar and saw my Dad scrubbing a spot on the table….it was my boyfriend’s cum that had dripped out of me. My Dad never knew. 🙂
 
I remember having sex with an ex boyfriend on my Father’s pool table In the cellar. We had just finished when we heard the doorknob turn at the top of the stairs. We jumped up, got dressed and went up the stairs. Turned out it was my cat reaching up and turning the knob. The next day I went down to the cellar and saw my Dad scrubbing a spot on the table….it was my boyfriend’s cum that had dripped out of me. My Dad never knew. 🙂

One pussy jealous of another?
 
Another thread asking what your coworkers don’t know about you inspired me to bring up this topic.

As much as we try to keep our fetishes secret, sometimes circumstances cause your hidden lifestyle to be discovered. This is your chance to share your horrifying experiences where you were doing something no one else was supposed to know about.

In my case, my sister in law accidentally discovered that my wife pegged me with a strapon.

Many years ago when we had a good sex life and pegging was still part of it, my wife and I decided to have some late morning fun which included her taking me with her strapon.

As routine afterwards, I took the harness and dildo and plugs to our ensuite to clean. As I did so, my wife suggested that we go grab a bite to eat. I left the toys on the counter to dry, planning to put them away upon our return.

During our lunch, her sister called my wife’s cell but she ignored deciding she’d just call her back later.

We came home and I put away the toys and left my wife to call her sister back while I went to downstairs to watch some TV.

Probably 30-45 minutes later, my wife called me to come talk to her. When I entered she looked mortified. She told me that while we were gone, her sister had stopped by to drop off a sweater she borrowed from my wife. No answer at the door so having a spare key in case of emergency, she let herself in.

She came right upstairs to hang the sweater in my wife’s closet but had to pee, so naturally she went into our bathroom, only to find a strapon harness, two buttplugs and a dildo.

Caught off guard, my wife couldn’t think of anything else to say but the truth, that it was I who was getting fucked by that strapon.

Needless to say, we were both shocked and humiliated. My wife was mad at me for not putting the stuff away, and I was at her for not coming up with a good lie (which is completely unreasonable, I know).

Things were awkward for a bit. They spoke a couple of times about it, my wife telling me that her sister wasn’t judging, she was just shocked.

The only “discussion” my SIL and I have ever directly had about it was following her attempt to joke about it to break the awkwardness. A few weeks after, my first time seeing her since, we visited her and as we prepared to leave, I accidentally dropped the car keys. As I bent to pick them up, she said to my wife “he’s assuming the position, time for you to strap up!”

I shot up in horror, and she apologized for the joke. I apologized for her stumbling upon the toys. That was the only time we’ve ever acknowledged it with one another.

We’re completely cool with one another now and I rarely think about it anymore but sometimes I do get excited by the thought that she knows.
For like a solid minute I was a stripper. I had a friend that worked at a club that was not just a strip club but also a really fun club. The strippers did not go totally nude but would do like private dances and such as well. I had a friend working there and she really enjoyed it and made good money so I thought I'd give it a try.

I was often going straight from the college I was at to the club after classes were done. My apartment was in the other direction on the other side of town so I often just kept a backpack with my "outfits" in the trunk of my car.

My aunt and uncle one weekend asked to borrow my car because theirs was in the shop and I was going to be out of town anyways. I told them sure not thinking about my wardrobe in the back. I guess they got to the hotel they were staying at and just grabbed all the bags and took them into the room. Later on when unpacking their stuff they open up my bag and were quite shocked.

My aunt mentioned this when they had returned me car. It was a bit awkward for the next few times we saw each other.
 
When my sister and I was younger, we used to sneak guys over whenever our mom went out on a date in the evening. One evening she had went out like usual and my sister and I had our bfs at the time over. We each went to our rooms and continue (our rooms was right across one another. I was on top of my bf when we heard a car pull up in the drive way.

Our reaction was quickly jump off the bed and grab our clothes. My bf open the door and try to run out, but it seem like my sister bf had the same idea. The boys smack into each other knocking themselves almost out. By that time my mom and her date had open the door and hear the guys moaning upstairs and ran upstairs. We had no excuse why the guys and us was naked standing there.
 
I remember having sex with an ex boyfriend on my Father’s pool table In the cellar. We had just finished when we heard the doorknob turn at the top of the stairs. We jumped up, got dressed and went up the stairs. Turned out it was my cat reaching up and turning the knob. The next day I went down to the cellar and saw my Dad scrubbing a spot on the table….it was my boyfriend’s cum that had dripped out of me. My Dad never knew. 🙂
Wow! You could have stopped at " it was my boyfriends cum" but you added more so we can practically "see" the cum dripping out of you! Nice
 
Another thread asking what your coworkers don’t know about you inspired me to bring up this topic.

As much as we try to keep our fetishes secret, sometimes circumstances cause your hidden lifestyle to be discovered. This is your chance to share your horrifying experiences where you were doing something no one else was supposed to know about.

In my case, my sister in law accidentally discovered that my wife pegged me with a strapon.

Many years ago when we had a good sex life and pegging was still part of it, my wife and I decided to have some late morning fun which included her taking me with her strapon.

As routine afterwards, I took the harness and dildo and plugs to our ensuite to clean. As I did so, my wife suggested that we go grab a bite to eat. I left the toys on the counter to dry, planning to put them away upon our return.

During our lunch, her sister called my wife’s cell but she ignored deciding she’d just call her back later.

We came home and I put away the toys and left my wife to call her sister back while I went to downstairs to watch some TV.

Probably 30-45 minutes later, my wife called me to come talk to her. When I entered she looked mortified. She told me that while we were gone, her sister had stopped by to drop off a sweater she borrowed from my wife. No answer at the door so having a spare key in case of emergency, she let herself in.

She came right upstairs to hang the sweater in my wife’s closet but had to pee, so naturally she went into our bathroom, only to find a strapon harness, two buttplugs and a dildo.

Caught off guard, my wife couldn’t think of anything else to say but the truth, that it was I who was getting fucked by that strapon.

Needless to say, we were both shocked and humiliated. My wife was mad at me for not putting the stuff away, and I was at her for not coming up with a good lie (which is completely unreasonable, I know).

Things were awkward for a bit. They spoke a couple of times about it, my wife telling me that her sister wasn’t judging, she was just shocked.

The only “discussion” my SIL and I have ever directly had about it was following her attempt to joke about it to break the awkwardness. A few weeks after, my first time seeing her since, we visited her and as we prepared to leave, I accidentally dropped the car keys. As I bent to pick them up, she said to my wife “he’s assuming the position, time for you to strap up!”

I shot up in horror, and she apologized for the joke. I apologized for her stumbling upon the toys. That was the only time we’ve ever acknowledged it with one another.

We’re completely cool with one another now and I rarely think about it anymore but sometimes I do get excited by the thought that she knows.
That’s pretty funny actually
 
First time caught when my high school girlfriend and I were parked at night steaming up the windows. I was going down on her in the backseat, she was absolutely soaking my face and cumming over and over when there was a loud rap on the window. Sure enough, it was a local cop who yelled at us to get dressed and go home. I have no idea if or how long he watched before interrupting us.
I had almost the exact experience
 
I often go to places that are a nice decor for nude photoshoots. A forest, an abandoned building, sometimes a more daring place like a car park. One day I shot some photo's at a solitude tree in the dunes. I did not have a remote control by then, so I used the timer.

After a few shots I got the idea to make a photo with my hands tied behind the tree. I prepared the shot so I could get in the right position within the 10 seconds the timer would give me. The I pressed the shutter, ran to the tree, put my hands through the rope I prepared, and found out I had been too slow.

I wanted to retry, but found out another thing. The rope that came loose easily during the test now remained firmly around my wrists. No matter how I tried, I was unable to set myself free.

I had to stand there about an hour till finally a few guys on ATB's passed. They stopped and laughed and asked what happened, so I honestly told them. One was very interested in my camera, a Canon 60D. So I was more afraid that they would take it, than of my situation.

Finally they cut the rope.
 
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