Forgot to Loc the Door (short)

Several years ago we had friends who never knocked, they just walked into our house (and us, theirs)

We also were not into the "open relationship" stage yet.

We had an oversized ottoman in our living room.

As furniture goes, it was way too big for the space. It was always in the way of wherever you were trying to get to.

It did serve its purposes though.

It usually had magazines, TV remotes and at any given time one of our cats.

One afternoon, we were feeling a bit kinky. Kevin had me tied to it by the four corners. My feet on the floor, with ankles tied to the "feet" on one end of the ottoman and my arms hanging off the sides, tied to the feet at the head of it.

My head was hanging off the end of it and Kevin had his dick pistoning in and out of my mouth.

It's my favorite position for giving head. Kevin is more length than girth and when my head is hanging off the ottoman (or the bed), it makes for an almost strait line, right down my throat. That is, if you don't mind some guy's balls bouncing off your eyes.

Suddenly the front door opens and in walks our friend Doug, carrying a pizza and a six pack.

He walked right past us, into the kitchen to set down the beer and pizza before coming back to the living room.

It took him a few seconds for it to register what he was seeing.

Boy! was he getting an eyeful.

There I was on my back, my knees facing the front door, legs spread and my completely shaved, dildo filled pussy staring him in the face (This was before women being completely bare down there had become mainstream) and Kevin's dick thoroughly buried down my throat.

Kevin stopped pumping my face. I knew something was up but I couldn't even look up to see what it was, because my head was upside down and he still had his dick in my mouth.

I couldn't even use my hands to push him away, because I was still tied to the ottoman.

Finally, Kevin took a step back and I was able to lift my head up and see what going on.

I don't know who was more mortified, Doug or I, but seeing as how I was the one splayed out like the world was my gynecologists, while being throat fucked, I think I'm safe claiming that honor.

He stood there for less than 10 seconds but it seemed like an eternity at the time, while Kevin scrambled for the throw on the back of the sofa to cover me with.

Doug finally snapped out of it, struggled with turning the knob on the front door like some scene in some slapstick comedy, until he finally got it open, and made a hasty retreat.

Once we were alone again, Kevin started loosening the ties while we alternated between "Holy Shit" and laughing about the look on his face.

If he had walked in on a sofa sized spider, he wouldn't have looked more startled.

Sitting on the couch, with a throw wrapped around me, I asked Kevin "What do we do now? I mean, he saw everything. Nothing left to the imagination."

"Well," Kevin smirked. "At least he left the pizza and beer for us."

I threw a pillow at him, laughed and told him to bring me a beer.

We didn't hear from him for a week or so, so we called him and invited him over to talk about it so we could move on.

He arrived, and knocked on the door. Kevin yelled "Come in!" and the door slowly opened.

He tentatively poked his head in, as if he half expected to see a couple of naked people going at it in the front room.

"It's ok." Kevin told him. "We're dressed and not even holding hands."

"Look." I said. "We need to talk about this. You didn't do anything wrong and we certainly didn't want you to see what you saw.

We need to set some boundaries going forward. Your welcome anytime. You don't even have to call first. But, you do need to knock and wait to be acknowledged before walking in."

We talked some more and came to a "no harm, no foul" agreement.

As far as we know, he never told anyone else and when, eventually we did open up our relationship, he wasn't the first but he was amply rewarded for his discretion.

But I did notice his lingering stare whenever I wore a bikini when we went to the beach.