When I was 19, I was dating a really hot guy that I’ll call Tommy. He wasn’t the first guy I’d had sex with but he was the first guy that I had been with that I just couldn’t get enough of. More accurately, we couldn’t get enough of each other. However, we were both living with our parents, so sometimes we had to get pretty creative to be able to have sexy times. Maybe I’ll post some of those stories some other time.
At the time, my sister and her husband (that were a decade older than us) had purchased their first home. They remembered what it was like to be young and kind of had the mentality of “it’s going to happen anyway, I’d rather it happen under my roof”. My parents and Tommy’s parents did not have this same mentality, so my sister’s approach and hospitality was greatly appreciated. She had even offered to buy condoms for us if I was too embarrassed or didn’t have the money.
For years I have thought about how cool it was of my sister to not just let my boyfriend and I sleep in their family room most weekends, but they’d buy alcohol for us so that we didn’t have to worry about using a fake ID or getting in trouble. They had a cute little house and the family room was in a converted attic space. It took up pretty much the whole 2nd floor but the house wasn’t huge. It was a nice space for Tommy and I to hang out… and have sex. We had lots and lots of sex there. We often got very drunk and I’m sure we weren’t nearly as quiet as we had told ourselves we were being.
Recently I found some photos from that time and it got me thinking about how small that house really was. At first I was mortified because SURELY my sister and her husband had to have heard Tommy and I fucking ALL the time. It was impossible that they didn’t hear us. I couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t have said something to me and, still mortified, I didn’t want to ask.
Then it dawned on me that maybe my sister and her husband didn’t just not say something, maybe they were in to hearing it. IS THAT WHY THEY WERE SO ACCOMMODATING to my 19-year-old sex life? Is that why they’d buy Tommy and I alcohol all the time? Is that why my sister offered to buy me condoms? HOLY SHIT! Were they getting off on hearing us fuck?
I tried to push this thought out of my head. Not my sister! And then I thought about something that happened a few years later and— OH MY GOD, there’s no way that I was wrong.
I’ll still never mention it to them, but I’m no longer mortified. Now I think it’s kind of hot that they were listening. I wish I’d realized I was into it then, we wouldn’t have even tried to keep quiet.
Oh, and “Tommy”, it wouldn’t surprise one bit if you frequented this sub, so if you’re reading this and you figure out the details that have been changed, DM me. I’d love to know if you knew this at the time or have also figured it out since then. And Tommy, I know you’re married with a kid now and that’s cool, but I think you’d be proud of the things I’ve… um… explored and gotten into since we were together.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/njkd9k/tommy_can_you_hear_me_mf
How can he be saved?
Maybe they had spy cams, too