A few years ago, my wife (then-girlfriend) was still living with her parents. We did our best to simultaneously fuck the shit out of each other and nearly get caught each time; it was a big turn-on and a good way to kill time in a small city with no nightlife.

One winter night, we decided to go sledding. We were bundled up completely in winter jackets and snow pants to insulate against the -25C weather. Not the sexy part; nobody wants their balls to blacken trying to fuck in a snowy park!

After we got back from the hill, it was still early. Typically we'd retreat to the finished basement and watch MuchMusic and suck each other off for a few hours, but instead we went upstairs. She'd wanted to check her email, and the computer was in a little hallway between the four bedrooms. The hall overlooked the staircase, the entry foyer to the house and the hallway to the kitchen.

After she checked her email, my girl turned back to me and kissed me. She was still wearing the snow pants, a shirt, and a pair of shorts underneath; my hands wasted no time finding a little rip along the crotch seam of the snow pants and tickling her pussy through her little shorts. She wiggled around beneath my hands, enjoying herself and conscious that at any moment someone might come up the stairs and see us.

Undeterred by such dangers, I unsnapped her pants and stood her up. She smiled at me, and gasped a little as I bent her over the railing. She now had a clear view of the stairs, the foyer, and the hallway to the kitchen, and I had clear access to the back of her shorts. I tugged them down, released my cock, and aimed it directly between her legs.

Fitting my swollen dick neatly into her slick pussy, I thrust very gently. I wanted to enjoy myself, but I also didn't want her to cry out and alert her parents in the kitchen to our activities. I thrust in and out of her for about a minute, when she suddenly slapped a hand onto my wrist. I stopped immediately.

Beneath us, walking from the kitchen to the bathroom off the hallway, was her father. All he'd need to do to see everything was look up over his right shoulder. He paused for a moment, and I could feel my life flash before my eyes. Then he called out to my girl's mother, and walked into the bathroom.

I pulled out and we got dressed. I don't recall what we did the rest of that evening (I'm sure it involved finding a private spot to put genitals together with faces) but I have never forgotten that glorious moment when we came within a hair's breadth of getting caught by her father.