Caught in the act

We were pretty much finished anyway, which was fortunate.

Josephette’s hands were bound in polyester scarves and tied to the frame.  Of the couch.  In the TV room.  I was still using her favorite dildo on her, though we were pretty much done with the second vibrator.

Myself, I had finished earlier — and really, so had she.  Ten minutes prior, she had been screaming, arching her back, gasping for breath.  Now, though, the screaming was done.  She still had the dildo inside, but I was just slowly alternating between the lowest setting and turned off altogether — drawing out the afterglow a little, relaxing, as we cooled off.  We were both dripping with sweat, lying on the couch, naked as jaybirds (unless you count the scarves around her hands), exhausted and euphoric in the rush of post-sex endorphins.

And then came the voice.

“Hello?  Hello?”  It was coming from the front door.  Oh, snap.  We left the front door wide open, didn’t we?

There was a pause, for a second, as we both processed what we had just heard.  Then Josephette slid her hands out of the scarves like Houdini (I had no idea she could do that) and I sat up.

It had been a woman’s voice.  But whose?  We weren’t exactly listening closely when we had heard it.  Was it sister-in-law with her small children, returning the stuff they had borrowed earlier in the day?

“Hello?” came the voice again, and the sound of footsteps.

I still didn’t recognize the voice, but she did.  “It’s C” said Josephette, reaching for a sheet.  I reached to grab a jacket off of the floor.  C was an old college classmate and friend of Josephette’s.  (At least it wasn’t sister-in-law and her preschoolers!)

Footsteps behind us, rounding the corner, then a surprised gasp and laugh.  Josephette had her sheet on — damn, she’s fast — but I hadn’t quite made it to the jacket, and C ended up with a nice view of my ass.  Oops.  Josephette and C — her eyes politely averted — were both laughing as I pulled the jacket on like a loincloth.  I laughed, too.  It was a pretty funny situation.

C is relaxed, not a Mormon, easygoing about sex issues.  She and Josephette have seen each other naked dozens of times, shopping and trying on clothes together (and even I’ve seen her in her underwear before).  Of all the people who could have walked in, she’s definitely one of the best options.  If it had been a visiting teacher, I’m sure scandal would have ensued.

Weirdly, despite Josephette’s proclivities for sex in public places (a topic for another post!), this is the first time we’ve actually been caught having sex.  (We weren’t technically having sex at the moment we were seen, but definitely in the process.)  Josephette’s been caught nude in public before (a topic for another post!), but never in flagrante delicto.  And this time, we were busted in our own house.  Who would have thought?

It made for a funny enough afternoon, though.  C said, giggling, that she had just been dropping by to see if Josephette wanted to go get some lunch.  “I should have called,” she said, as we laughed.  “We wouldn’t have answered,” replied Josephette.  We laughed at C’s perfect timing — if she had arrived five or ten minutes earlier, she would have heard us way before getting to the dining room corner.  And C said that she’d make sure to tell her boyfriend that she got to see my ass.  (Thanks!)

Then C and Josephette headed out for lunch.  “You can come too if you’d like,” C offered.

I declined.  I figure, she wants to gossip with Josephette.  And really, she’s probably seen enough of me for one day.