Just happened [MF] How our cloud backup turned a “Caught” moment into something GoneWild

All this started just a few days ago from a post I made. A fellow redditor helped me to discover a treasure trove of backed-up nudes and hardcore selfies my wife and I had backed up on our Google Photos accounts. An section neither of us accessed or gave much thought too.

Long story short, hundreds of saved memes, stored cell-phone photos, personal videos and randomly downloaded images long since deleted from our phones all survived up in the cloud. Dozens of NSFW naughty pics and videos that Chelsea and I took of each other were rediscovered in a nightmare scenario come true. All perfectly preserved. Turns out, we had “Auto-back up” checked on our devices when wi-fi was connected. We are not technologically inclined people, I had no idea the stuff we deleted on the phone was still backed up somewhere. As a couple dedicated on keeping our bedroom life private and a pure innocent public persona, we dodged a bullet, Or so we thought. I cringed knowing how many times we hand over our devices to our nieces and nephews so they can play games. One [Google Photos] click away from an epic disaster.

I spent the greater part of the afternoon cleaning up my Photos account, feeling more and more secure about how we just saved ourselves from discovery hell. I logged into my wife’s computer account, verified her security settings were good, following the advice I got. I just wanted to make sure that her known IP addresses were not accessible from some random library computer IP or her parents computer (which she has a habit of doing). Old IPs were cleared up and just the 4 known recent ones were left. In a flash of insight, I decided to wait until Chelsea got home from work before we deleted her copies of all the naughty pics and videos. Give her a taste of the same scare I had earlier in the day.

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We had dinner, got the little one settled down early, and I casually asked her to open her laptop which I had left at the start of her Google Photo-backup page. She furrowed her brow as it took her a few minutes to figure out what she was looking at. I go about straightening up the toys and tidying up the family room. Anything to distract from the knowing shriek about to ensue. A few minutes pass and I hear the gasp of shock. I look over at her wide-eyed panic stare. Her dread turns to full on fear, “ohh shit! Shit! SHIT!!!! Ohhmygod! What the fuck is this!!” I don’t let her panic for more than a few seconds. I quiet her down, tell her that it’s only a cloud backup and completely private to her account. I ease her mind that everything is OK and to calm her minor heart attack.

Chelsea starts going through the process of deleting the most recent naughty stuff, then working her way down in history. I’m picking up the family room to the occasional snorts and snickers, her reliving some of photos. Curiosity gets to me and I walk over to join her on the couch. Going through her cloud history, I ended up finding out she snuck lot more candid shots of me than I realized. Most were of me in various stages of undress. Getting out of the shower, getting dressed or undressed from around the corner or simply outside doing yardwork without my shirt on. I had no idea of her voyeuristic tendencies.

When the backup history got to around 2 years + on, quite a few more hardcore shots surfaced. There were dozens and dozens of rejected shots she neglected to send to me in our private texts. Selfies in the mirror, shots with inserted toys taken with her selfie stick. A few shots turned into a dozen, a dozen into several dozen. More and more surfaced as we scrolled down. The most recent of the hardcore shots where in various stages of her pregnancy. Hot as hell, let me tell you. But the crème-de-la crème was a cluster of videos taken just before she got pregnant. Chelsea was attempting to make me a video of her using various toys in both her holes. The angle was beyond amateur and mostly showed her side leg and part of an ass-cheek. We watched them together realized two things. The first being, that these videos were hot… and the second, she was never going to be cinematographer. Hahaha

We continue going through her backup photos. Most were innocent or baby shots, but a scattered few were NSFW and mini porn videos. Some I remember getting via text, many were never seen by my eyes. Both of us were horny as hell at this point and soon the laptop closes to a make-out session on the couch. Snickering and commenting on our favorite photos in between lip and tongue sessions, the images ended up making this a /r/gonewildstories evening for the two of us. Being married, finding our partners turn-on points is practically second nature to us. A quickie was agreed to so we got up to gather the towels and lube. Into the bedroom we go and Chelsea’s comfy pants come off. She bends over in her customary position, reaching back to spread those big cheeks of hers. I quickly stroke off to get maximum hardness. Lube is applied and I’m gliding into my woman’s pussy slowly and with purpose. Her moan, from hitting her preferred spot, is music to my ears.

We make love to a slow and steady rhythm. Her big ass is slapping back into me in that way we are both accustomed too. It doesn’t take long before we both feel ourselves climbing. This was a quickie after all. I’m pumping harder and harder while Chelsea does her best to get us both to orgasm with her dirty talk, “Ugghhh, fuck me… come on, harder!”. I begin to feel her pick up the pace and breath quicken. My groans become more vocal and within a few moments, an orgasm shoots out at me followed by Chelsea’s a few seconds later.

Letting our breathing come under control, we cuddle together with soothing coos and moans of satisfaction. Resting, we talked about our day and commented on all the “What If” scenarios that could have played out. Her nieces and nephew, her brothers or my family. That utter terror of her parents finding out even a tenth of what we do knowing she at some point had her account logged on to the family computer for anyone to access.

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Believing to be done for the night, we settle into conversation over the backup scandal that almost was, when Chelsea’s eyes go wide in horror. “Ohh.. Ohh no! shit! My brother knows.” I quickly reply, “Wait, what do you mean? Which brother? What does he know?” She is bolt upright now, face furrowing as she trys to remember, “Shit! I didn’t understand what he meant at the time… uhh Joel (younger brother) knows, ok umm,” she’s panicking trying to recall the details, “Three years ago… He told me that I should log off the computer.” She’s staring right at me, “I didn’t know what he meant because there was only one computer login account in the Den. He meant my google account. SHIT! Ohmygod! He was trying to warn me so my Mother and Father didn’t find out.”

A few more minutes of going back and forth over the details, we agree that her younger brother (now in his 3rd year of college) had probably seen her backup cloud drive years ago. We headed back to her Laptop and resume where we left off in the deletion process. We scroll down to approximately the time when we think Joel would had access to her account. We found a few nudes of myself and Chelsea but nothing showing a face (a strict rule of ours from the beginning, just in case). Damning evidence indeed, but not entirely horrible or bad by the standards of our fetishes we acted out. It was like getting a hand caught in the cookie jar but thankful nobody caught us with the truckload of cookies we had stolen prior. Bad but nothing terrible.

Sadly, our sigh of relief was too soon. The next page scroll down loaded to a horror scene both of us feared above all else. Numerous pictures of an adult Chelsea in her parents’ home. She was bent over at the waist, grabbing her ankles and naked from the shirt down. Clear red paddle marks across her ass, some with a fairly good sized butt plug inserted. None had showed her face, but the hair, the background and her distinguishing ample round-hipped ass were unmistakable. There were multiple photos taken, all from myself being the photographer. I remember the day distinctly because both her parents were out of town along with her younger brother. It was a tournament, and it was just the two of us there alone. We had been living there for a few months before we bought our home. It was the perfect time to let loose with one her spanking fantasies she had talked with me about numerous occasions.

My panic peeked at the realization of what I knew was coming. These photos were taken after… after the **video was filmed** of her getting her spanking. Sure enough, the next scroll down loaded the icon of the 7-minute video of our sexual role-playing adventure.

Her brother had most definitely seen these pictures, had probably watched the video, recognized their father’s Den and knew all this took place in their home. That sinking feeling of dread filled us with horror. Fear of being discovered was real and happening right at this moment. By her family this time, found out by someone we knew was real and she grew up with. Our private life had been found and Chelsea’s shame and guilt (the non-sexual kind) were back in full force. I held my wife tight in my arms as she had a mild panic attack. I gave her some time to calm herself down and she shook with tears. As this is a gonewild story, I’ll skip ahead to when things got better. It’s an hour or so later and we are mostly back to normal. All this happened years ago, her brother didn’t seem to care or hold it against her. Was *’bro’* enough to warn Chelsea ahead of time and it was never brought again.

Things had calmed enough that we even dared to watch the 7-minute video and relive that moment. It was every bit as bad as we remembered, now with a tinge of the fear from earlier returning. The video version of Chelsea was mostly silent, occasionally talking dirty, enjoying her spanking just as much as I was giving it to her. We both cringed near the end of the video when we hear each other say. “Do you enjoy getting your ass spanked?” Speaking in my roleplay tone. She obeyed, “Yes Father, spank my ass red then fuck it. I deserve my discipline”.

The Chelsea seated next to me is flush with embarrassment and trying to stop the video. I tease her by preventing her hands from hitting the space bar to pause it. Now pinned, she must endure the remaining cringe worthy dialogue as her video self takes the rest of her paddling. Knowing full well how quiet she is during the spanking, she gets fowl mouthed and vocal just before she orgasms. The video Chelsea’s bare ass is getting spanked while my real wife is half-hardheartedly struggled to stop the video. “Owww! Ohhh! Yessss… please, Fuck! Yeeeeeeeouuch! God! Spank my slutty ass”

The video ends with me unceremoniously turning off the camera. Our seated selves are left struggling playfully with her furiously trying to hit the delete key. I bury my face into her neck and give her sucking kisses all up along her flesh. She’s moaning in protest, trying to secure the laptop from falling off to the floor. Mostly I’m playing, teasing her at her misfortune. Chelsea succeeds in stowing the closed computer onto the other couch cushion and she’s free to wrestle me back. We kiss some more, letting the past stay in the past. Nothing we can do about it now.

We feel each other up so more but neither of us are truly ready for another round of sex. We agree to postpone the evenings activities until this weekend as my parents babysitting is the perfect excuse to ramp it up our date night a notch or two.

“Saturday Mr!” “Yes Maamm!” I snap back.

Now up, she looks back at me, “I guess I was naughty and got caught…” giving me that look, “might need another disciplining. Yes?” I grin back, “Yes, yes you do”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b9pm48/just_happened_mf_how_our_cloud_backup_turned_a