What’s your “caught” story?

Ohhh sh!t . . . On Sunday wifey was vacuuming the the inside of her car and I was presented with a juicy upskirt view of her bending into the car in her short denim skirt with her panty riding up her crack. It was just too tempting so I got my phone out and as I was framing the shot she turned around and caught me. She was livid !
It's been a frosty couple of days, I'm in the doghouse.
 
I have a few, but this is probably the best one..

My second year of college I discovered a nice hiking trail outside of a small town about twenty miles from my university. It paralleled a river, and had a few nice hidden spots that went right down to the river's edge. After a couple of weeks of scouting it out and not seeing anybody using the trail, I decided to get a little risky. I picked one of the hidden spots by the river's edge, took off my clothes and put them in my back pack and enjoyed some nice outdoor nudity. After about ten or fifteen minutes, I was feeling a bit adventurous and more than a little turned on, so I decided I would take a little naked hike down the trail. It was exhilarating to be outside, completely naked, knowing there was a chance I could get caught at any moment. I was getting more turned on the further from my clothes I got, and the greater the risk of an unplanned encounter. Eventually it got to be too much for me, and I found another small clearing and masturbated to an amazing orgasm.

Of course, once I was off my orgasmic high reality set in, and I was ready to end my little adventure. I hurried back to my little hiding place to retrieve my clothes. But when I got there, there was somebody else there! It was a slightly older woman, maybe late 30's, sitting on the bank of the river. Her back was to me so she didn't she me right away, but there was no way I could get to my clothes without distracting her. I held back a ways, while contemplating my options. I was pretty stuck and didn't know what I was going to do. I was so busy trying to figure out a solution to my problem that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, until I heard another woman's voice behind me..

'It looks like you may have lost some things..'
 
I had to go on this retreat for work and the company wouldn't spring for individual rooms so my co-worker and I shared a room. It was a really nice resort, so I had made plans for my wife to meet me so we could spend the following weekend there together. My coworker had the same plans with his wife, so we knew that the four of us would end up sharing the room.

On the second to last night there, my wife had met a guy who she was really into and to top things off, he was completely okay with me being in the room to watch. Me getting to watch my wife get fucked is not something that happens very often, so of course we were both very excited. It was still fairly early in the evening and my coworker had said that he and his wife were going to get dinner and then go catch some live music at the bar so I figured we didn't have to worry about them coming back to the room.

We meet up with the guy, have a couple of drinks and head up to the room and got things going. Maybe about half an hour into things, we hear that little beep that hotel room doors make when you waive the key card against it. We all freeze and turn, and sure enough, my coworker and his wife walk in to find my wife on all fours on the bed with this guy behind her, and me in a chair off to the side jerking off.
 
I have a few, but this is probably the best one..

My second year of college I discovered a nice hiking trail outside of a small town about twenty miles from my university. It paralleled a river, and had a few nice hidden spots that went right down to the river's edge. After a couple of weeks of scouting it out and not seeing anybody using the trail, I decided to get a little risky. I picked one of the hidden spots by the river's edge, took off my clothes and put them in my back pack and enjoyed some nice outdoor nudity. After about ten or fifteen minutes, I was feeling a bit adventurous and more than a little turned on, so I decided I would take a little naked hike down the trail. It was exhilarating to be outside, completely naked, knowing there was a chance I could get caught at any moment. I was getting more turned on the further from my clothes I got, and the greater the risk of an unplanned encounter. Eventually it got to be too much for me, and I found another small clearing and masturbated to an amazing orgasm.

Of course, once I was off my orgasmic high reality set in, and I was ready to end my little adventure. I hurried back to my little hiding place to retrieve my clothes. But when I got there, there was somebody else there! It was a slightly older woman, maybe late 30's, sitting on the bank of the river. Her back was to me so she didn't she me right away, but there was no way I could get to my clothes without distracting her. I held back a ways, while contemplating my options. I was pretty stuck and didn't know what I was going to do. I was so busy trying to figure out a solution to my problem that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, until I heard another woman's voice behind me..

'It looks like you may have lost some things..'
And?
 
I had to go on this retreat for work and the company wouldn't spring for individual rooms so my co-worker and I shared a room. It was a really nice resort, so I had made plans for my wife to meet me so we could spend the following weekend there together. My coworker had the same plans with his wife, so we knew that the four of us would end up sharing the room.

On the second to last night there, my wife had met a guy who she was really into and to top things off, he was completely okay with me being in the room to watch. Me getting to watch my wife get fucked is not something that happens very often, so of course we were both very excited. It was still fairly early in the evening and my coworker had said that he and his wife were going to get dinner and then go catch some live music at the bar so I figured we didn't have to worry about them coming back to the room.

We meet up with the guy, have a couple of drinks and head up to the room and got things going. Maybe about half an hour into things, we hear that little beep that hotel room doors make when you waive the key card against it. We all freeze and turn, and sure enough, my coworker and his wife walk in to find my wife on all fours on the bed with this guy behind her, and me in a chair off to the side jerking off.
And? It seems as though all these stories have second stanza. 😄😈👍
 
And? It seems as though all these stories have second stanza. 😄😈👍
Lol well I didn't want it to drag on and figured the focus was about getting caught. Nothing else unexpected happened that night. My coworker and his wife scurried away, there was definitely awkwardness followed by apologies from my coworker, but long-term he did ask me about what happened that night and I told him about our lifestyle and he had an opportunity to have some fun with my wife himself a few months later.
 
Lol well I didn't want it to drag on and figured the focus was about getting caught. Nothing else unexpected happened that night. My coworker and his wife scurried away, there was definitely awkwardness followed by apologies from my coworker, but long-term he did ask me about what happened that night and I told him about our lifestyle and he had an opportunity to have some fun with my wife himself a few months later.
Good for him! Sharing is always nice. 👍
 
Not much to tell unfortunately.

I was busted and fessed up. Turns out they were friends that met up for walks and talks. I was pretty embarrassed but they were good sports about it and got a good laugh out of it and a story to tell their friends. I was just glad to get dressed and get out of their without having the cops called on me.


Looking back on it later, they were pretty cool about it. If I had played it a little differently maybe I could have had some hot CFNM experiences with them. Probably not, but I have certainly fantasized about it over the years.
 
[redacted] At a drive in movie (remember those), in my dad's '72 Chevy Impala - with a bench seat that afforded a pretty comfortable round of licky-licky/sucky-sucky. Girlfriend and I were both naked, and she was giving me a blowjob as I leaned against the driver's side door - where I could see out the passenger window. As I opened my eyes, from enjoying her pleasuring, I saw a figure, from the neck down, who had stopped to watch. I tried to subtly let her know, by tapping on her back, but she was so into it, she never noticed. The guy finally walked on, and I politely finished in her mouth. So, I guess, everyone got what they came for....


Underage reference deleted.
 
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Caught in a restaurant parking lot with a date after they closed.
was back in the custom van days and we were in the back fucking like crazy.
suddenly the doors in the back opened and two of the cities finest were standing there.
flashlights shining.. they ordered us to get dressed and step outside.
of course watching us scrambling for our clothing.. one cop see a small bag of weed on the vans console and
dumps it out on the ground. Tells us to get going and don’t park here again.
I think both cops enjoyed looking at my girlfriend linda…
 
I had the house to myself one Saturday and decided to hang out naked outside.
I was in the middle of the front yard and my step daughter came home unexpectedly.
I ran so fast I pulled a muscle and she still saw my ass disappearing around the corner of the house.
She now knows that I like to be naked when I can and honks when ever she enters the driveway when she knows I'm the only one home. Lol.
 
I wish I had a single “caught” story because that would indicate I learned from the experience and did not let it happen again. But I have 3, so you can see I am a slow learner or maybe I just like getting caught. I’ll share the first one now and maybe the other two later.

In my senior year of college, I spent Thanksgiving at my good friend’s house rather than taking an expensive cross-country flight to see my parents. I would save myself money and see them in a few weeks for Christmas.

I went to Gretchen’s house in Hartford and met her parents. Grech was a knockout and when I met her mom and dad, I saw why. Both of Norwegian descent, they were the most attractive couple I had ever met.

No, I did not sleep with her dad, but yes, I sure wanted to.

My getting caught story had to do with me doing my laundry. Erika, Gretchen’s mother, had a laundry basket full of clothes ready for the wash, but kindly let me go ahead and wash my laundry (free laundry for a college student is like winning the lottery). As I loaded my weeks’ worth of clothes in the machine, I noticed Erika’s soiled thongs in her laundry pile. I ignored it for a few minutes, but something overpowered me, and I picked up a pair of violet Fleur du Mal thongs. If you know your thongs, Fleur du Mal is the Cadillac. I could not help myself. I held it to my face and inhaled her scent. I’ve enjoyed the smell of my own panties, but this was a first with someone else’s, and I found it intoxicating. And…no, I did not get caught.

An hour later, I went to move my wash to the dryer, and the thong was still there. I inhaled it again, getting another huge rush. Each inhale made my pussy churn with excitement, and …no, I did not get caught.

Perhaps it was the arrogance of not getting caught, but when I went back to the laundry room to get my stuff from the dryer, there was the thong, and since no one was around, I went for it again like a drug addict who can’t get enough of a high.

And…yes, this time I got caught. Gretchen’s mom walked in as I was in mid-inhale of her thong. I felt time stop. I tried to think of anything I could to explain. I tried to make up a lie, but I was cold-busted. I gently put her soiled thong back on the pile of dirty clothes and remarked,
“that is a lovely pair of panties. Someday I want to be able to afford Fleur du Mal,” and left. After two more days at the house, I did not seek any additional sniffs and left for the drive back to school on Sunday with Gretchen.

When I left, we all hugged goodbye. Gretchen drove and when I put my hand in my jacket pocket, I felt something. Pulling it out, I saw Erika had slipped her still unwashed thong into my jacket pocket when we hugged goodbye. There is more to this story (spring break) but that’s for a different forum question.
 
I wish I had a single “caught” story because that would indicate I learned from the experience and did not let it happen again. But I have 3, so you can see I am a slow learner or maybe I just like getting caught. I’ll share the first one now and maybe the other two later.

In my senior year of college, I spent Thanksgiving at my good friend’s house rather than taking an expensive cross-country flight to see my parents. I would save myself money and see them in a few weeks for Christmas.

I went to Gretchen’s house in Hartford and met her parents. Grech was a knockout and when I met her mom and dad, I saw why. Both of Norwegian descent, they were the most attractive couple I had ever met.

No, I did not sleep with her dad, but yes, I sure wanted to.

My getting caught story had to do with me doing my laundry. Erika, Gretchen’s mother, had a laundry basket full of clothes ready for the wash, but kindly let me go ahead and wash my laundry (free laundry for a college student is like winning the lottery). As I loaded my weeks’ worth of clothes in the machine, I noticed Erika’s soiled thongs in her laundry pile. I ignored it for a few minutes, but something overpowered me, and I picked up a pair of violet Fleur du Mal thongs. If you know your thongs, Fleur du Mal is the Cadillac. I could not help myself. I held it to my face and inhaled her scent. I’ve enjoyed the smell of my own panties, but this was a first with someone else’s, and I found it intoxicating. And…no, I did not get caught.

An hour later, I went to move my wash to the dryer, and the thong was still there. I inhaled it again, getting another huge rush. Each inhale made my pussy churn with excitement, and …no, I did not get caught.

Perhaps it was the arrogance of not getting caught, but when I went back to the laundry room to get my stuff from the dryer, there was the thong, and since no one was around, I went for it again like a drug addict who can’t get enough of a high.

And…yes, this time I got caught. Gretchen’s mom walked in as I was in mid-inhale of her thong. I felt time stop. I tried to think of anything I could to explain. I tried to make up a lie, but I was cold-busted. I gently put her soiled thong back on the pile of dirty clothes and remarked,
“that is a lovely pair of panties. Someday I want to be able to afford Fleur du Mal,” and left. After two more days at the house, I did not seek any additional sniffs and left for the drive back to school on Sunday with Gretchen.

When I left, we all hugged goodbye. Gretchen drove and when I put my hand in my jacket pocket, I felt something. Pulling it out, I saw Erika had slipped her still unwashed thong into my jacket pocket when we hugged goodbye. There is more to this story (spring break) but that’s for a different forum question.
please please please tell me you two connected later.....:love:
 
On my honeymoon at the beach, my wife and went for a walk along the rock wall that went out into the ocean. We got horny and I sat down on the rocks, put my head under her skirt, literally ripped her panties off and started eating her out. Once she had orgasmed, she squatted over me and slid onto my cock, gently riding to another orgasm. Then she started picking up speed to bring me to orgasm... just as we heard voices approaching! She quickly lay flat on me and I hid my face in her hair as the group of fishermen made there way to the end of the wall. I heard one of them say " careful lad's, some of these rocks are fucking moving".
 
Got caught so many times. I think the first one was while in high school. A blonde girl with really big tits -- she looked like Suzanne Sommers -- had a crush on me and let me know she would do anything I wanted her to do. So one day in the winter we cut school early and drove over to my house, which was empty during the day. My room was a mess, so we starting making out on the couch. We got undressed and moved to the floor where there was more room. I buried my face in those enormous breasts, went down on her, and then got between her legs and started fucking her. Her legs were spread wide, and I was pumping in and out of that thick dark bush of hers when I heard some laughing. I looked up and saw my brother and two of his friends standing ten feet five feet away and watching us. I kicked them out, but the mood was broken. We got dressed and I took her home.
 
First year at university.

I was still living at home during that time, parents were divorced by then and Dad still was living in the house.

Girlfriend and me decided we wanted to have a more comfortable place to fuck, so we went to my house and spent a couple hours fucking in my room while Dad was home watching TV or some such shit. For obvious reasons we tried to be polite about any noise making, but that doesn't always work out like you planned. Besides, I'd heard him banging a couple of women in the house after the divorce so I might have had a little payback in mind.

Anyway, after we are done we hang around for a short time and then I take GF back home. When I get back Dad has gone off to bed and nothing is said... Cool right?

Next morning i'm in the kitchen eating Cheerios or some such stuff and my Dad comes strolling into the kitchen, tosses a dozen packet of Trojans on the table, and calmly says, "Here, I think you may need these." I'm pretty much gobsmacked at this point and the only thing I can think of to say is....

"Thanks Dad".

Yep, busted....
 
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