Did you ever get caught in the act?

I never did. But there was a close call or two.

If you mean intercourse, yes by our son when he was about 5. He told his mother he saw daddy bouncing on top her this morning. He's 57 now so that was a loooong time ago.

Never however there’s always the chance that someone might catch of glimpse of me naked, prepping or during the performance while at home or at the cottage. Psychologically I’m sure this is both part of the thrill for me and intentional. Knowing that if you do something enough times anything can happen. I’ve become bolder hiding things in plain sight secretly hoping they’ll be found by the right person (my wife) and I’ll have a reason to explain and introduce my enema pleasures to her and gain a partner.

When I was a teenager, my girlfriend and I got caught giving each other a couple of enemas. We were at her house and forgot to lock the bathroom door and in walked her younger sister. She got undressed and down in the knee chest position quicker than greased lightning. My girlfriend was on the toilet releasing her soapy enema and told her sister, “Get out of here!” To which her younger sister replied, “I need one too!” I had just finished hanging up my girlfriend's rinse enema and looked over at her. She nodded at me, indicating I had her permission to go ahead and give her sister the rinse enema I had just fixed. I found out later, from my girlfriend, that she and her sister had been swapping enemas like my siblings and I did. That was the first enema my girlfriend's sister got from me, but it wasn’t her last.

Years later, after I was married, and my wife and I had kids of our own. We got caught a few times, primarily on weekends, by our son and daughter when they came in our bedroom real early in the morning. It was one of our favorite times to have sexual intercourse, especially on Saturday or Sunday morning. The first time it happened my son was six and my daughter four. We had forgotten to lock the bedroom door. And those two didn’t miss a thing. We did the best we could under the circumstances to answer their questions in an age-appropriate manner.

I heard this joke last night. A little girl catches her mom and dad at it. In the morning she asked mom what she was doing bouncing on top of dad. Mon said she was keeping dad's belly flat. The girls say "it won't work". Mom asks why not. " because the baby sitter keeps blowing him up when she comes over"

We were going at it once, I could hear the floor boards outside our bedroom, I whispered to my husband I thought his daughter was up, he goes no. I called out her name and I heard a small voice on the other side, go yes. There was a small crack between our door jam and the wall, so I looked threw it. I almost jumped back cause she was looking back at me. Than she goes what are you guys doing?! I just opened the door and took her back to bed.

I didn't get mad at her cause I was a very curious child myself, mom and dad used to take "naps" a lot. I once used the bathroom next to their bedroom even though we were told to be outside playing, and could hear my mother threw the wall, week like any other curious child I was like what are they doing in there. So it was not uncommon for me to be sitting in the bathroom while they were taking their "nap"

Almost. My high school bf & I had just got done having sex in my car (not exactly the best place) when the cops walked up, windows were still fogged. He asked us what we were doing we said ‘talking’

Yes, frequently. None of our bedroom had locks. We just tried being quiet but the bed was squeaky and the headboard tapped on the wall slightly. Usually we were under the covers, but one summer day we were having some afternoon delight fully nude on top of the covers. Kids were supposed to be outside. My wife happened to look over when we finished and the door was cracked open. The probably saw the whole act.

I think they were 10 at the time.

I never got caught but I have a cute story about one of my girlfriends who got caught with her panties down. Holly and her boyfriend used to make out on a pool table in Holly's rec room. We had a pool table in our house and I still think it's about the dumbest place to make out because the surface is so hard. Holly's rec room was beside their garage. Holly and her boyfriend were going at it hot and heavy when they heard the garage door go up. Apparently, Holly's red panties were on the surface of the pool table. Both she and her boyfriend jumped up and Holly stuffed her pantied in one of the leather webbed pockets. Unfortunately, Holly's mother saw them. Although Holly's mother didn't say anything at the moment, it led to a lomg mother-daughter talk.

Def there was a close call many years ago while sleeping at my Aunts house. Was masturbating under cover at night, but it was half off me , I was about 16-17 , and she didn’t realize I was there and came in. I covered up fast and she def saw something although I have no clue what. I remember her asking “is everything ok “ and I pretended to be half asleep and just mumbled.

Who knows !?

@chelle300 Was the car moving up and down?

@Pecan_nutjob nope we just finished about 5 minutes before they walked up. Still sweaty & mascara was running down my face. Did I mention that was my 1st time. October 7, 1991

@chelle300 And it was fogged up for understandable reasons… I wonder what would have happened if caught in the act!

Whether getting caught taking enemas, or getting caught having sex by my girlfriends parents a few years later, it was always necessary to think quickly and take actions to mitigate some really sticky situations.

Fortunately, any negative interactions were avoided and those activities continued with more concern with discretion and viable contingencies. Those close calls sure elevated an already increased heart rate and quick erectile collapse.

I've posted about an "Enema gone wrong", that really necessitated a quick response as my grandma came to check on me after an earthquake. I was sure my actions were the cause of this earth shattering event.

Not really caught in the act but…

We were young and staying with family. My future wife and I had sex, she was thinking her period had not started. Big mistake, we realized that we had left some bloody stains on sheets, including one shaped a bit like the lower part of the butt crack of a woman in missionary position (maybe it was not as clear as that but in my recollection this was tell-tale). We took out the sheets and went to wash them in the washing machine, cold temperature, family was like "oh no don't worry we will deal with the bed linens later".

When our kids were young, our bedroom did not have a lock on it. So on several occasions while the wife and I were going at it we would hear the bedroom door open. Since we knew the door didn't lock, we always had sex under the covers. We would stop what we were doing but did not change positions. I told them that mommy was giving me a horsey back ride and asked them if they wanted one, which they always said yes to. Then they would get on my back and and hold on while the wife and I resumed our interrupted activity. After a short time, the child got bored and would get off and return to their room and we finished our "ride".

I told them that mommy was giving me a horsey back ride and asked them if they wanted one, which they always said yes to. Then they would get on my back and and hold on while the wife and I resumed our interrupted activity. After a short time, the child got bored and would get off and return to their room and we finished our "ride".

@MrPeacock That’s really creative! 😁😁😁

This reminded me of a different time, before I met my wife. My girlfriend at the time and I were both sophomores in college when we both gave up our virginity together in my dorm room. We enjoyed sex so much that we would get it on whenever we got the chance, sometimes with her roommate in bed above us. One afternoon she had the room to herself, so we took advantage and were going at it hot and heavy when I heard a noise just outside her door. It sounded like a small hammering noise on the door. I jumped up, guessing what was happening on the other side of the door, turned the handle, with some difficulty, just in time to interrupt her roommate and some other girls on the floor from attempting to "penny" the door so we would be locked in. They laughed as the pennies fell to the floor and we learned to be a little more discrete with our extracurricular activities.

@MrPeacock. I know exactly what you mean by 'pennying in' and once completed, you better have a window to crawl out of, because you won't get out the door from inside. Ah, the days.

Our kids when young, walked in a couple of times in the morning. We just stopped and sent them off. Or cuddled them without exposing them to what we were doing.

‘The act’ can be lots of things if you ask me. 😅

But yes, I’ve been caught doing several things, from vanilla stuff to kinky. 🥳.

Not by children, but by strangers, wife, friends even the police 🤣.

Spike

I'm not remembering any specific time or experience when the kids might have walked in. I think they did, when very little, as does happen sometimes. My sub probably quickly rolled off of me so as not to draw too many questions. We didn't try to make it weird or negative. Sex isn't suppose to be that.

So many times! One of the most embarrassing times. I was a lone at a friends house , her and her girl friend were on a trip and asked me to stay over to watch the house and take care of the pets and plants. I was quite happy about it. At the time I was living in a truck so it was a real treat to have a bed and proper toilet every day. I was as usual roaming around naked with the heat up . In the basement I had set up a ladder over the toilet with the bottom braced against the shower stall . One of the bathroom walls was removed to make room in the work shop. The shower and toilet were left there open to view.

I had perched myself upside downish on the ladder with the enema nozzle up my arse and started the flow when the sound of the front door being unlocked racked in my brain to be followed by footsteps coming closer and closer . I could do nothing just wait for the seconds it took for the ultimate embarrassing conclusion. I closed my eyes and waited while my heart pounded.

It was an awkward introduction to her Aunt and Uncle who had came over to do their laundry.

We stared at each other for a few seconds.

I broke the silence "Hi I am Jannet's friend Hellie . She asked me to watch the house." Her Uncle started laughing and corked out "House shitter"

The bag chugged it's last drops into me. I reached back to clamped the hose . Her Uncle beat me to it with a smile.

They started loading the washing machine beside the toilet .

They were not going anywhere . Just watching me bloat and chatting. With an amused audience I started leaking and pooped the nozzle messing the floor and wall.I had a generous brown shower. As I rolled off I lost my load on the way to the toilet most of it making the bowl.The second heavy load did at least a lot of the first eruption was on me and the floor. I was so embarrassed. Farts, poop splooshing in the bowl, poop on the floor,the wall ,and me. The stink everywhere. My exited body was also making a show. My face felt hot . I must have been so red.

They went into the other room to watch TV after my show. I cleaned up my mess, had a shower then went upstairs and made a cheese and cookie plate and pot of coffee. I did not bother dressing. We had a nice visit. After the laundry was done they left.

Wow, just wow @Bad_Princess.

One time back in the mid-eighties my then girlfriend surprised me. She stopped by after her work. I had a 3qt. bag and a colon tube up my butt. I jumped up holding both when I heard her key in the lock and hopped in the shower. When I came out I was clean inside and out. Funtimes that night🤪😈😍She liked anal but sadly no enemas😁

I had a close call recently. My wife goes to bed early and gets up early as I suppose a person should, but I have always been a night owl and I always stay up way too late. One night I decided to give myself an enema and wank off after she had gone to bed, knowing that she always gets up once a night to take a pee. The problem is there is no telling what time that is going to happen. So anyway, I thought I could get the job done before she got up for her nightly tinkle. This time I was wrong. Now my wife knows that I like enemas, and she has indulged me many times by giving me one. But I guess that I don't want her to know that I also do them by myself. And then there's the masturbation thing. I always pleasure myself when she gives me an enema and I'm not shy about that, but I don't really know how she would feel about me doing it without her. I have bought her a few vibrators and we use them when we have sex, and I know that she sometimes uses them by herself because one time she was going to bed and asked me if I wanted to join her. I told her I wasn't in the mood and I would take a rain check. Then I got to feeling guilty. Because I needed to be there for her when she needed me. So I went into the bedroom and we had some great sex. At one point my hand went under her pillow and I was surprised to find her vibrator under there! My dear sweet wife was going to do herself.

So anyway, I had given myself a nice enema and wanked off to some old swinger mags of mine as it turns me on to read about husbands who like their wives to fuck other guys. I'm sitting on the pot blasting out 2 quarts when my wife knocks on the door and says hey I gotta go! Well, here I am bare ass naked sitting on the pot, nowhere near done expelling, enema bag still hanging, filthy mags and a bottle of lube sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and lube all over my dick and right hand. I told her to go use the upstairs bathroom, but I didn't know if she would. So I hurriedly wiped and got dressed. I threw the enema bag, bottle of lube, and the smut rags in the shopping bag that I brought them in and threw it down the laundry chute. It's not exactly a chute. It's just a hole cut in the bottom of one of our bathroom cabinets that drops down into one of our basement cabinets where we keep a laundry basket. At this particular time there was no dirty laundry in the basket so it made a loud clunk when I dropped the bag down. Mind you I still have about a quart and a half up my butt at this time. I sprayed some air freshener and came out of the bathroom, and I heard her footsteps. It was obvious to me that she was going down to the basement to see what I had dropped down the laundry chute, and I had a panicky feeling about that. My wife and I have a great relationship. We are generally pretty open about things, but I honestly don't know how she would feel about me taking an enema and beating off to a smut rag. I don't think it would be a deal breaker, but it would be embarrassing for me. So here I am sweating bullets and holding in most of my enema water when I realize that she wasn't going down to the basement, she was coming down from having used the upstairs bathroom. I appologised for hogging the bathroom and she went back to bed. I immediately jumped on the toilet and relieved myself of the rest of my enema water. All's well that ends well.

@easy123

Wow, just wow.

I like to share.

I wish I could give you a triple like on that share @Bad_princess.

Almost, I used to take a big hot 3l enema in the bathroom just at home. My father comes back early, luckily I heard and I locked the bathroom and finished the enema.

Got caught treating myself during high school years. Mom simply said, "Be careful, clean up properly, and waist some money for your own stuff this week." Then in my 50s, dad remarked out of the blue while having a beer at a near by establishment, "Cold enemas are hard." They were visiting us from almost 2,000 miles away. They were living near Crescent City California and we were at Sabine Pass Texas. Out fishing, he told me of his war injuries and lady nurses teaching him the comforts of a warm enema with fondling. I had to report that we had not taken or given the plunge. He asked me to call him if we did, knowing i only needed a little encouragement to start thinking about it. Telephony was starting to be carried over digital networks. Before that, any time i called home, they automatically knew it was us, because of the line noises inherent with analog modes. I subscribed to a Sprint network with a 9 digit pass code. That made for a 20 digit dialing sequence, believe it or not. Well, i asked him where he thought i was and he thought maybe Sacramento, because the connection was just that clear. Then began to introduce a response to his rising curiosity. (enemas were not a private thing, especially when we were farming far from formal civilization.)

We had been hanging wall paper together, very much a 2 man job. I had gotten a collection of short enema stories while in Louisiana and just laid it out for her to discover. I had only read its table of contents, I told him. He then led with his own question and simply asked how she took it. He only wanted to know that i was comforting his favorite daughter in law. He reminded me that they had kept up with special enemas on special occasions. And their last road trip out to see us included enema intrigue. With that, he was telling me how we might proceed with with similar intrigue by not over doing it, as he correctly suspected i might. He also advised me with a baking soda solution with filtered or distilled water, as part of its dramatic preparation.

Following this, i began to not give her enema play, but only touch her rose bud, while looking into her eyes. My work had me staying in motels 2 t0 4 nights a week, and calling home with my Sprint pass. We made plans for her to accompany me next time i had a week end service problem somewhere. We had a 2 hour drive into the next state. I checked her into a motel and went to the trouble sight to begin my work. When i got back, she had bought some things and left them for me to discover, like i had the naughty story book. From then on, almost every motel stay had enema intrigue.

A few years later i bought a leg swinging Chi machine called a Jiggling George. She perverted it. And i liked it. 😊