Many years ago (with my training wife), we had just moved into a new apartment, the building having just been completed.

I pulled long shifts running a pizza restaurant until 3AM Fri and Sat nights, and thus after my wife got up with the baby in the morning, she'd crawl back into bed and we'd play for a while before it was time to get up for work again.

This day was a lovely Saturday morning, bright sunshine on a warm early Spring day. The curtains were open, as our windows looked out at a baseball field about a half-mile away. I had dear wife tied with ankles next to ears, a LARGE penis gag in her mouth, a brightly colored dildo in her pussy, while I was paddling her fanny and she cried out muffled screams. I, of course, was standing at attention, just ready for insertion, when a nice little old lady wandered into our bedroom saying, "Meals On Wheels, Daphneeeeeeeeeeee!" As she ran out of the apartment, I called after her that she was one floor too high.

Two days later, the landlord replaced our front door with one on which the latches really held the door closed. It was a while before we played any more games, and then only after I braced a chair under the doorknob!