Semi related:
Years ago, I remember reading about a couple who did their honeymoon in the Poconos.
Years after that they went back and decided to rent /subscribe to some porn for their enjoyment.
Turns out the hotel had been video taping couples and then renting them out and they happened to rent their own.
:eek:
Several years ago, Dad lent me his new digital camera to take to a party. When I switched it on, it was on “view” mode, and on the screen was something I found decidedly unpleasant. I’m glad he has a healthy sexual relationship with his new wife, but I didn’t need photographic evidence of it.
A friend wanted help working out what was wrong with his computer…but kept stopping me whenever I went near the ‘start’ button. When I finally got to click it, it was pop-up porn-spyware heaven. Bless him, he could run a pub in the roughest part of town, but couldn’t let me see that.
I speak only of his lovely upper arms, which I have had the opportunity to view in person. The rest of him was fully clothed and there was no sexual congress happening at the time.
fetus: Jeez, how awkward.
This is not quite the same thing, but it would have been terribly embarrassing all the same if the “star” of the video had known about it. Years ago, some friends and I were listening to a cassette (so you know it was years ago!). Just a regular, store-bought cassette, which you normally can’t record on, unless you close up those holes on the top corners.
Someone had figured out a way to do that, because when the music ended, we heard an unaccompanied voice singing a very raunchy parody of "Born in the USA’. Of all songs. “OMG,” says the owner of the cassette. “That’s my dad!”
Another of those cases where you just tell them it wouldn’t play.
And I think I told before about being in my sister’s house, in the bathroom, looking for something to read while answering nature’s call. There were some magazines on the hamper. I was prepared for Playboy, Penthouse, even Hustler. What I was not prepared for was to open an issue of Cosmo and have nude photos of my sister’s husband fall out.
gigi: You haven’t seen Clerks, I take it?
Now that Matt is getting older, let’s stick to homemade birthday cake. 
A woman I worked with bought a camcorder in a pawn shop; it came with a tape in it—she swore it was awesome home made porn but I never saw it. Good story, though.
Makes ya wonder – does he have a key trading porn buddy?
Modern day equivalent of the chastity belt?
Naw, they rented Beauty and the Beast for the kids so they’d shut up and leave the parents alone for 2 hours. 
That’s what I figured.
In light of the fact that this was the guy’s own house, what would really be horrific would be if she was his sex slave that he keeps in the basement, with his wife’s knowledge, although not necessarily wholehearted approval.
Holy Shit, Rilch,
My naughty bits crawled up into my rib cage at the very idea-the weight, the PAIN!
Unless it was a special piercing padlock…in which case-never mind!
Ah, Ginger, tell them the whole story already!
While I have never starred in any homemade entertainment, I have stopped lending my cell phone to others, due to a certain ex’s new hobby of sending me pictures of various parts of her anatomy whenever the mood strikes her.
As to my upper arms, well, you should see the new facebook picture.
Wow, Happy. I used to call my exes at odd hours of the night, but we were talking.