On Friday afternoon, I managed to get the baby to sleep shortly before Jill arrived home from work. You have likely gathered that this is at times difficult to manage, as our daughter is not one to give in to sleep without a fight. But yesterday, after a busy morning spent playing and running around, she let me know that she was tired. When she actually takes the initiative to tell me that she’s ready for a nap, she sometimes falls asleep easily. Not always, though; expecting a long haul, I put her down in Jill’s and my room so that I could lay down as well. She fell asleep quickly, and without incident.
Jill came home around ten minutes later. It was her last day of work before Spring Break, so we decided to celebrate in our usual fashion. In seconds, Jill’s clothes were off and, knowing that the baby was occupying our bed, she was lying spread-eagle on the living room floor atop our red Liberator Throe. Porn was playing on our television as I hurried to cast off my own clothing as well. I droped down between her legs and began licking and sucking on the lips of her pussy and her clit. It didn’t take her long to climax the first time, and once she has the first, more invariably follow. In short order, the Throe was drenched, and so was my face and chest.
By this time, I was very eager to fuck. I’d been horny all day – well, I usually am – and the entire time I was getting Jill off, all I could think of was being in her pussy. Once inside, however, I couldn’t resist giving her a couple more. I wouldn’t go so far as to say “my mistake”, because the pleasure and satisfaction my wife derived therefrom was well worth it. However, when I heard a familiar murmuring in the room behind me, I realized I should’ve been quicker.
The murmur was typical of the not-quite-awake-yet sounds our daughter makes when she’s just finished napping and hasn’t finished rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She is usually still in bed when she makes these sounds. This time, however, she had silently gotten out of bed, walked down the hall, and beheld the scene before her for a second or two before alerting me to her presence.
We just had sex in the living room while watching porn. The baby woke from her nap and came looking for us. Silently. I think she’s a ninja.
— Jack (and Jill) (@jackandjillcpl) April 14, 2012
I immediately jumped up, doing my best to cover my nakedness. We greeted the baby as if she hadn’t just walked in on us fucking, all smiles as we tried to distract her from something that is, technically, completely normal. She’s walked in on us before, though when she has we’ve usually been in bed, and as far as she knows we were sleeping. She’s never been looking down on us before, with an unobstructed view of the mechanics of it all. Fortunately, she didn’t appear to be outwardly disturbed by what she’d seen.
I turned off the television just as Adriana Sage was receiving a double facial. Jill swept the baby up in her arms, excitedly telling her that she’s off of work for a whole week and that they’ll get to play together and read stories every day. Any psychological damage – and again, there appeared to be none – was apparently immediately repaired. Jill took a shower with the baby, and when they were finished I did as well. That night we had dinner guests over, and the baby didn’t tell them that she’d walked in on Daddy strangling Mommy or something. All appeared – and for that matter, still appears – to be normal.
The kid is now two years of age. It’s not like when she was six months old and we could sixty-nine while she was strapped into her baby carrier and she would be distracted by the wallpaper pattern until we were finished. Now, she’s much more needy, and expects a routine. If Mommy and Daddy aren’t where she expects them to be when she expects them to be there, she’ll investigate.
Also, she’s talking more than she ever has, and will only grow more vocal, more willing to share absolutely anything with absolutely anyone. So clearly we have to be more careful. I admit that it’s my own fault for not putting her in her own bed after she had fallen asleep in ours (not that that would have prevented her from coming to look for us). But neither of us expected her to sleep for such a short time; usually once she’s down she stays down for roughly two hours, and it wasn’t like we’d made any loud noises that would have jolted her from sleep. Even if we had, she is likely to have cried, called out to us, or simply not gotten out of bed and silently gone exploring. The television volume was almost too low for us to hear, and certainly not loud enough to wake a soundly-sleeping baby on the other side of an admittedly-small house.
Have we learned our lesson? Probably not. We are considering sewing bells to her clothing, though in addition to being somewhat degrading, it’s unlikely that we would have heard them jingle softly, especially if she was walking down the hallway as opposed to running. Also we just don’t want our child to look like one of Santa’s elves, which I assume she’d resemble if we hung a bunch of bells on her.
Has anyone else faced a similar situation with their child?
Not quite similar, but last weekend our eight year old daughter tried to walk into our bedroom after Husband and I had finished. Husband was already in the bathroom but I still had to make my way out of bed. As our daughter was trying to walk in to say good morning I was trying to get out of bed (bare assed) to get into the bathroom to clean up. I shooed her back to her room…she went but she wasn’t happy about it.
I really feel for you guys with this situation. I have 4 kids and now that they are older I have a new freedom that I haven’t had since that first baby started to walk around and investigate like yours is starting to do. I was also VERY inhibited and never wanted my kids to find me having sex (although let me tell you sometime about my youngest opening my bedroom door to find me topless on top of daddy yesterday after work!)
I don’t think there is anything wrong with kids finding their parents in a loving embrace (hee)…but I personally was and am too modest. This meant I took many extra steps to be careful, closed doors (need to remember to lock them!), muffled sounds, and late late nights when I was sure they were asleep. For me it really hindered our sex life when they were young. Almost all of our sex was limited to our bedroom, which can get boring over the years. Well, at least it didn’t last forever, now they drive and leave the house and I like it everywhere I can get it.
…but I do miss my children being that young and cute.
You two have such a wonderful sex life that I hope you can find creative ways to keep it going while you get through these early childhood years.
My wife and I make plans to be kinky bastards. We buy toys, lingerie, and stage the house so that our kids (7 and 3)have to navigate a veritable obstacle course to get to whatever room we plan to take over during an evening worth of entertainment.
However, despite our best intentions and solid laid plans, they have a pathological obsession for disrupting us. Just the sound of their bedroom door opening is enough to slam the brakes on an awesome night.
Last night we had a few new toys we were dying to try out…(1) kids door closed? Check (2) Wife buzzed on wine? Check (3) Leftover baby gate up blocking the hallway? Check (4) late enough that the kids have been asleep for about three hours? Check (4) Wife dressed in an awesome corset I haven’t seen in ages? Double Check
We were just getting warmed up when the kids door opened. Damn. Presto-change-o, super-hotness-wife turned into Mommy faster than I could say ‘whatthefuck?’.
After a little girl potty break we were back at it and I swear I could even hear some lame porno music in my head and then….the kids door opened again. Double-Damn. And then faster than my wife could say ‘Your turn’ I went from being a super-porn-stud to Dadda who kindly escorted our little angel back to bed.
Four times in three hours that happened. So, yeah, I feel your pain.
I wouldn’t sweat it.
When they are older, you don’t want the kids to catch you involved in something super kinky. I mean, they can but they likely won’t understand.
At this age, as long as you don’t make a big deal out of it, either will they.
We have a 3 and a 1 year old. We have never been walked in on, but we have been interrupted.
We basically have the Mrs. deal with them since it would be difficult to explain why Daddy’s penis is 3 times it’s normal size.
I would rather save that convo for later.
Ultimately, I feel children will be happier in a household where Mom and Dad have a healthy and happy household than one where they don’t.
If it means they catch Dad, “wrestling” with Mom and it requires some explaining… so be it.
After reading this post, my face looks like the baby’s in the photo above. LOL! Actually, stuff like this is bound to happen. You handled situation well. It’s all good. BTW, I think kids have ability to turn into ninjas when least expected. 🙂
You handled it very well and I wish that I could say it’s the last time it will happen but as my husband says we’ve managed to give rise to two generations of cock-blockers.
When our grandson is over for a visit we just look at it as cuddle time because he unfailingly walks in on us or interrupts in some fashion much like his mother did.
Have fun being kinky around your child’s ninja powah. 😉
We are really bad with leaving the door open but super good at being quiet and rapidly covering everything with a blanket.
My children understand the firmly mouthed comment, “That is an adult toy for ADULTS not children.”
My daughter understands well what a condom is for because she is not one to be fobbed off and kept asking until I had explained the whole mechanics of it after she found one in the centre console of our car.
While we shove it in their face we don’t hide anything from our kids. Both of them have walked in on us more times than I care to remember, hence the skill at throwing over a blanket. Oddly we have one prude who runs a mile at the merest hint of a sexual conversation and one who thinks it is OK to discuss tampon use in the supermarket while choosing a yoghurt flavour. Once after she walked in on the same session several times (through a closed door) I had the following conversation with her:
“Did you know what we were doing this morning when you kept coming in?”
Her, “Yes you were sexing.” Not embarrassed at all.
Me, “Well you know adults don’t want to be interrupted like that and you were rude coming in all the time like that when the door is shut you don’t come in unless it is an emergency.”
She was eight at the time. Clearly she doesn’t see sex as that much of a big deal. She still at nine wanders in to discuss her shoes and other pointless stuff while I am showering and the closed door really means very little although she does knock these days.
I am quite certain most all parent go through it. There are small alarms you can get for doors that go off when they are opened. Though they may be more scary to her then the glimpse of the two of you! 😉
Soon you will hopefully be able to teach her to knock and that will take care of a lot of the worry.
Radar… all kids have radar.
3 boys and more walk ins then I would care to count. We morbidly scarred the 19 yr old the other day. They were all outside goofing off and we went to get dressed in the bedroom. There was not an intent for sex it was a oh she’s naked moments and I was bent over the bed him holding my hands behind my back. Mind you the door was shut. We have 2 bathrooms, but apparently the toilet monster had once again clogged theirs. He didn’t even think about it and just walked in, thinking we had shut the door to keep animals out of our room. Yeah not so much. We came out afterwards to a 19 yr old screaming “MY EYES OH GOD MY EYES’ . Did I mention my kids tend to be melodramatic. Yeah..
Kids can certainly be ninjas. I also think my little guy has a heightened olfactory sense, and when he smells arousal coming from S or I he needs to wake up and make sure that smell goes away. I can’t tell you how many nights we’ve just been getting started when a startled and bone-chilling cry comes from the nursery and you run in there to hear “Hi Dada, want to play?” Hopefully there was no damage caused, I walked in on my parents when I was about three and they told me they were hugging, which I bought for awhile. Hope Jill is enjoying her spring break.