My dad worked away a lot when I was aged 10 upwards . He would often come home Friday evening late and would then go again Sunday afternoons around 3pm depending where on the continent he was going that week .
Each Sunday morning I'd get up early to go sing in the church choir . My sister and I would often hear mum and dad awake and talking quietly , but couldn't hear exactly what they were saying . One Sunday we decided to make them a cup of tea and take it in to their room on a tray with biscuits .
We knocked , but didn't give them chance to say ' come in' , just opened the door . Dad was on top of mum who was handcuffed to their wrought iron headboard . They were really embarrassed at first . We just put the tray down , giggled , said ' sorry' and walked out .
Of course my sister and I went into fits of giggles . After 10mins or so we were summonsed to mum and dads bedroom. We lived in a house where nudity , sex and questions were answered openly and honestly.
We were just told what we saw was mum and dad having sex and that we didn't discuss with anyone else what we saw . If we had any questions to ask and they would be answered .
Every single weekend after that my sister and I would stand and listen at their door to hear what they were doing . They used to have sex very often from a Friday night to a Sunday afternoon , especially once we were aware what they were doing .
Once my little brother was aware what was happening he would come and listen too .
Nikki