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Once you get married and have intimate moments with your beloved wife, your kids would walk-in all of a sudden and would stare at you with judgemental eyes, which makes you feel guilty for a moment.
You must have a great sense of humor because if you get caught in this scenario, you must know all the answers to the questions that your kids are going to ask. But as they get older and bring their girlfriends/boyfriends home, they will worry about you walking in on them, and that will be karma, bitches.
However, let’s take a look at some of the stories married couples shared about their kids walking in on them.
“We thought we got lucky one night when our two kids went to bed early, but 10 minutes later, our five-year-old daughter burst through the door while we were ‘celebrating,’ scared about an owl hooting outside her window. (For the record, it was an actual owl — not us.) My husband jumped up and ran to the bathroom in embarrassment, and I told her we were having a tickle fight. ‘Why are you having a tickle fight without your jammies on?’ she asked. I replied, ‘Because it tickles more without our jammies!'” —Dawn C., 38, Rancho Cordova, CA
“My husband and I were on vacation in Palm Springs with our two sons, then 8 and 10. After a few glasses of wine one night, we popped the kids in front of a movie, shut the door to our adjoining room, and started fooling around. The sex was so good — vacation sex always is — and we were really going for it. Well, apparently, my younger son walked in — we didn’t notice — and then ran back to tell his brother, who came in next to check it out. It must have been a pretty shocking scene: It was hot, so we were outside of the covers fully exposed. I got dressed and walked into their room, where they were giggling and pretending to watch TV. Finally, my older son said, ‘I’ll never get that image out of my head.’ I was so mortified! I told them that I knew we were all embarrassed, and after a few minutes we were able to laugh it off. Now our boys are 20 and 22 years old, and they tease us about it to this day. I jokingly tell them, ‘Well, at least you saw your mom and dad at their best!'” —Lori B., 49, Los Angeles, CA
“My husband and I got caught twice in the same day! We were having a very flirty Saturday, so when our four-year-old daughter glued herself in front of Blue’s Clues,we ran up to our bedroom for some adults-only action. We didn’t have a bedroom door at the time (it’s a long renovation story), and a few minutes later I saw her peeking in at us. Thankfully, we were covered with blankets, and we just stopped and sent her back downstairs. A couple hours later she went down for a nap, so we ran up to our room to finish what we had begun earlier. Right when things were starting to get good, I heard from the doorway, ‘Mommy, I’m awake.’ That was it — I told my husband that he wasn’t getting any until we had a door. He hung one that night!” —Anne A., 22, Vernon, CT
“When my daughter was three, she walked into our bedroom and asked, ‘Mommy, are there wild animals in here? I can hear them!’ We told her, ‘No, honey, you must have been dreaming.’ I don’t think she saw anything, because it was the middle of the night and our lights were turned off, but it still makes me and my husband laugh to this day.” —Dafna M., 38, Denver
“When my 11-year-old daughter walked in on us, we had already had discussions about the birds and the bees so she definitely knew the basics of sex. But nothing could have prepared her — or us — for when she caught me with my mouth full, so to speak. I knew it grossed her out, but I felt that I owed her the truth about what I was doing, so I sat her down and told her what oral sex was. It was so awkward, but I’d rather have her hear it from me than from one of her friends.” —Cindy F., 37, Tulsa, OK
“When my oldest daughter was 15, I woke up one morning to find three text messages from her. At 11:44 p.m.: ‘You’ve officially scarred me for life.’ Then, at 11:48 p.m.: ‘I could hear you and dad all the way in my room…that’s NOT something I want to wake up to.’ Then, at 11:58 p.m.: ‘Turn a radio on or something next time.’ Talk about horrifying. Sorry, honey!” —Julie H., 37, Tracy, CA
“My husband and I were having ‘play time’ one night after the kids were asleep — or at least I thought they were asleep. When it was over, my five-year-old daughter knocks on the door. We scramble to cover up and I tell her to come in. In her sweetest little voice, she says, ‘Mommy, the washing machine is done.’ Confused, I tell her that I don’t know what she’s talking about. I feel the bed shaking and look back to find my husband doing his best to stifle a laugh. Then it dawned on me: she must have heard the thumping from the headboard hitting the wall. I quickly said, ‘Oh yeah. I forgot I was washing, um, socks tonight. Thank you for letting me know. Go back to bed sweetie.’ From that point on, our code word for sex was ‘washing socks.'” —Tammy M., 27, Jackson, MS
“One night, my husband and I were getting romantic and, at one point, we wandered to the kitchen sans clothes to get a drink. We didn’t really worry about it because the kids were small. As he was getting into the fridge, I got down on my knees and started giving him a blow job. Next thing I know, I hear a squeaky little voice and, with my mouth still full, turn my head and am staring at eye level with my two-year-old son. I’m just grateful he was too young to have any idea of what was going on or to have any memory (AKA long-term psychological damage) of it.” —Melissa R., 32, Riverside, CA
“My husband and I were in the middle of it one evening when my eight-year-old burst into our room. Apparently my enthusiastic vocalization led him to believe I was having a nightmare, and he wanted to come wake me up and tell me everything was okay just like I do for him. In hindsight it really was quite sweet, although we were too shocked to appreciate it at the time.” —Jess T., 29, Woodbridge, VA
“After a long day of putting up holiday decorations, my husband and I were snuggled up in the living room, having a glass of wine and admiring how pretty everything looked. We got a little tipsy and decided it would be fun to get busy under the Christmas tree. Well, our living room has no door to shut, and when we finished we saw our youngest child, then three, standing there watching us. ‘Daddy was just helping mommy look for broken light bulbs,’ my husband stammered. Our daughter shrugged, then turned around and walked back to her bed. We still laugh about it and wonder where exactly she thought daddy was looking for broken light bulbs.” —Jane P., 33, Vancouver, WA
