Busted? - How close have you come to being discovered by someone 'not in the know'?

“How near have you gotten to being discovered by someone who isn’t in the loop? What occurred and what was the outcome?”, “post_id”: 19624, “subject”: “Busted?” }, { “body”: “The CB3000 definitely creates a slight bump when wearing tight jeans, so I suspect people have noticed over time, but nothing major.\nThe only moment someone might have felt it was at my wife’s office party one evening - we were hanging out in the bar area and her friend had to squeeze past behind a table. Since I was pressed against the wall, she passed right by me - when I say ‘passed’, I mean she rubbed up nicely close against me. She turned around with a smile, and I’m certain she just assumed I was thrilled to see her.;)”, “post_id”: 19627, “subject”: “Re: Busted?” }, { “body”: “My situation is practically the textbook example of how not to involve your partner in this.\nI had ordered an SSC Birdcage (that uncomfortable metal cage) to arrive at my office, and since it got there a few days before Christmas, I told my coworkers that it was a gift for me. Naturally, I took it home on the day off right before Christmas Eve while my wife stayed at work.\nThe following afternoon, I waited until our daughter was napping and headed into our bedroom to try it on. It took some effort bending myself to fit inside or adjusting the cage around me until I finally managed to secure the lock in the hasp, though I didn’t actually close it tight yet. That’s when I realized my wife had come home from work early; she was already upstairs! I got my trousers pulled up but left undone, and all the packaging materials were spread across the bed, so she naturally asked what on earth I’d been doing.\nI showed her the device, and she angrily demanded the keys back. I located them among the cardboard scraps on the bed and gave them to her. She stormed out of the bedroom, and I heard the bathroom door close after a flush. “Merry Christmas you bloody pervert!!” was her parting comment as she headed downstairs. I clicked the lock shut and followed her down, convinced that I had ruined the holidays and would likely end up getting divorced along with everything else attached to it.\nIt turned out she found it quite amusing. She returned my keys the next day, but it took several years for us both to reach our current comfortable arrangement.”, “post_id”: 19663, “subject”: “Re: Busted?” }, { “body”: ”> member_4e3795d05d wrote:I found them amongst the packaging on the bed and handed them over. She stormed out the bedroom and I heard the toilet flush. “Happy Christmas you fucking pervert!!” was her parting shot as she went downstairs. I closed the lock and followed her downstairs, convinced that I’d ruined Christmas, would probably be getting divorced and all that went with it.\n> Turns out she thought it was quite funny. She gave me the keys back the next day but it’s taken years to get to the comfort point we are both at with it now. :lol: I bet when you heard the loo flush, your heart must have skipped a beat!… But did she keep hold of them? I really like her attitude! It definitely takes time, and I feel like things evolve alongside our relationships. That’s certainly been my experience with CQ. What began as a ‘game’ has grown into how we live now and become an essential part of our sex life. Neither of us could go back to the way it was before. We actually started this early in our marriage, so for longer than not, we’ve been doing this!”, “post_id”: 19672, “subject”: “Re: Busted?” }, { “body”: “Oh yes, she can be a riot and has a truly sharp sense of humor; I still haven’t fully forgiven her for the time I mentioned my memory seemed to be slipping, and she spent the following week relocating items like car keys and glasses from where I left them to somewhere else entirely.\nGetting back on track: we took the kids out for a day at our local National Forest site, and my son really wanted to tackle the high tree adventure course but wasn’t old enough to go solo, so I offered to join him so he could too. Chatelaine was quietly panicking as they inspected the climbing harness before we started.”, “post_id”: 19702, “subject”: “Re: Busted?” } ],

The CB3000 does raise a small bulge in snug jeans, so it's possible that I've raised a few eyebrows over the years, but nothing serious. The only time somebody might have felt it was one night at my wife's work party - we were at a bar and one of her friends had to squeeze out from behind a table. I was backed up against the wall, and her ass brushed by me - and by "brushed by" I meant "squeezed snugly against". She turned and smiled, and I'm sure she simply thought I was excited to see her.;)

Mine is straight out of the 'how not to do it' guide to getting your partner involved. I had ordered a SSC Birdcage (uncomfortable metal cage) to be delivered to work and it had arrived a few days before Christmas so I told colleagues that it was a present and duly took it home the day before Christmas Eve which I had off but the wife didn't. The next day I waited until our child was having her nap and went into our bedroom to try it on. I struggled to bend it to fit me and me to fit it until I finally got the lock in the hasp but hadn't shut it. Only then to realise that my wife was home from work early, in the house and coming up the stairs!!! I managed to get my pants on but not done up and all the packaging was on the bed so she naturally demanded to know what I had been doing. I showed her the device and she angrily asked for the keys. I found them amongst the packaging on the bed and handed them over. She stormed out the bedroom and I heard the toilet flush. "Happy Christmas you fucking pervert!!" was her parting shot as she went downstairs. I closed the lock and followed her downstairs, convinced that I'd ruined Christmas, would probably be getting divorced and all that went with it. Turns out she thought it was quite funny. She gave me the keys back the next day but it's taken years to get to the comfort point we are both at with it now.

> member_4e3795d05d wrote:I found them amongst the packaging on the bed and handed them over. She stormed out the bedroom and I heard the toilet flush. "Happy Christmas you fucking pervert!!" was her parting shot as she went downstairs. I closed the lock and followed her downstairs, convinced that I'd ruined Christmas, would probably be getting divorced and all that went with it. > Turns out she thought it was quite funny. She gave me the keys back the next day but it's taken years to get to the comfort point we are both at with it now. :lol: I bet when you heard the loo flush you must have had a bit of a shock!.... but I guess she kept the keys? I like her style! I think that it does take time and I also think it is something that evolves as our relationships do too? It has for me and CQ. It started as a 'game' but has now evolved into the way we live and is an integral part of our sex life. Neither of us can imagine going back to the way we were before. We actually started this early in our marriage, and we have been doing this for longer than not!

Oh she can be a hoot and she has a truly wicked sense of humour; I still haven't totally forgiven her for the time that I told her that I thought my memory was getting worse and she spent the next week moving things like car keys and glasses from where I had left them to somewhere else I had been. Back on topic: we were giving the kids a day out in the local National Forest site and my son really wanted to go on a high tree adventure course but he wasn't old enough to go by himself so I said I would go so he could. Chatelaine was quietly having kittens as they checked over the climbing harness before we started.