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Just for laughs
(I posted this on TB a little while back, and thought you ladies might find it funny)
Several weeks ago, DH & I had the most horrific/hilarious episode of aborted sex, courtesy of my pregnant brain. My 13 year old brother has a musket loading class after church (hey, it's Montana!), so Mom asked if they could come by our apartment to change out of their Sunday clothes. I said yes, of course, and I would be sure to inform DH. I must have popped extra stupid pills, 'cause I completely forgot to tell him about it. Sunday afternoons for us are lazy and laidback, and most times, one thing leads to another, and... you know. (it's become such a favorite for sex that we've had to come up with a completely different "1-10 orgasm chart" for it)
So everything was going fantastic, and both of us are just about to orgasm, when we hear a knock at the front door. Did I mention our house is like 800 sq ft and the bedroom door was open? Oh, and we rarely lock our door since we live in the country. DH (bless his heart), jumps out from under me to close the door, just as my mother & her best friend walk in. We both scrambled underneath the covers and were feigning a blissful nap (with clothes strewn everywhere) while listening to their voices as they changed in the bathroom. I could hardly suppress my nervous giggling, and poor DH was dying at the thought of his MIL walking in what had been going on.
There is a happy ending, though. After profuse apologies on my part, and some food and rest, we went on to have fantastic sex a couple hours later. DH was happy, and I felt a little better about my memory lapse.