1. Getting caught


    Date: 11/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: mazoola, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    [Note: The following was originally written in response to a post byfilipina34d-25-38 in which she asked for responses to: "Have you ever got caught masturbating or having sex and by who? [sic]" I replied with three tales of times I got caught or suspect I did. Here, I've collected all three parts. 1. Most Certainly Caught. First year college, Thanksgiving break. My girlfriend (of about a month) was from upstate New York, about 500 miles from school and typically snowed in by late November; I lived a couple of hours to the south, so she came home with me. There was a regular Wednesday night prayer service at my folks' church, so after supper they headed out for a few hours while Elisabeth and I settled in. I made three seriously bad mistakes: First, misjudging how long the service would last; second, suggesting we shower together rather than separately; and, third, deciding it would be hot to shower in the dark. The last was a bad idea because, once my folks arrived 45 minutes ahead of schedule, when Mom heard the shower going but failed to see any light beneath the door, she assumed someone had mistakenly left the water running -- so she flipped on the light (the switch is outside the bathroom door) and walked in. Elisabeth spent most of the next four days in bed, feigning sl**p. 2. Most Likely Caught. One night ten years later, my first wife and I decided to indulge in what was for us [oh, the innocence!] a rather risky -- and risque -- form of play we occasionally ...
    permitted ourselves. Taking scissors and needle and thread to a plain black T-shirt, size S, I quickly fashioned for her a tight micro-mini and an excessively cropped crop-top. The skirt ended an inch below her pussy lips; the top a half-inch below her nipples. With black thigh-highs and heels rounding out the ensemble, she made a dash for the car, diving into the backseat before any neighbor saw her. I climbed behind the wheel, cranked the engine, reached back to hand her a vibrator, and backed out of the drive. Our destination: Route 1 south, heading away from DC. Once we were on the highway itself, my wife hiked her skirt and began to masturbate. I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could watch -- well, watch as much as possible while doing 80 in moderately heavy traffic. I usually stayed in the second lane from the right, since for the first 10 or 15 minutes of our drive, until about a mile outside the Beltway, trucks and buses were restricted to the rightmost lane. I would pull alongside a bus or semi cab and match pace; as long as I wasn't too obvious about it, she would pretend not to notice anyone watching from above. Usually, by the time we were about five miles south of the Beltway, she would be near enough to orgasm for her to be able to come on command, varying her pressure and stroke in order to keep herself on the edge. Typically, I would take the exit at the 5.1 mile mark, cross over the highway, and head back home. I'd let her know when we were a few minutes from the ...
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