The family business pt 1/2 [ Incest M/F/d/s, blackmail, orgy, pregnancy]

What do you do when you are on the verge of losing everything? How desperate can you get, and what would you be willing to do if someone offered you a golden ticket to fix it all?

“It doesn’t look good,” said Marks accountant.

“Well, what can I do?” Mark said with a defeated tone.

“I think it’s time you put your house on the market and start liquidating your assets, but even that won’t be enough. You are deep in the hole Mark.”

Mark looked at his wife Sarah, who was almost in tears as she listened in on the conversation.

“Okay, thanks Tim,” Mark said as he hung up the phone.

“What are we going to do?” Sarah said, trying to dab her tears with a tissue.

Mark just sighed and stared off at a picture of his family at the beach, that was sitting on his desk.

Mark Miller and his wife Sarah inherited a family auto parts business from Mark’s father, who had already passed. The company had always been successful and was growing, until this year.

48 hours of submission – part 3: a walk in the park. [MF] [BDSM] [public sex]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/lfmg2y/48_hours_of_submission_part_1_the_first_morning/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/lgyfg9/48_hours_of_submission_part_2_getting_ready_ds_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

As I walked with my Master around the park, I felt hyper aware of everything that was going on around us. Every person who passed us, and with every gust of wind I tried to look as inconspicuous as ever, which probably had the opposite effect as it usually does. What certainly didn’t help is that with every movement I made I could feel the anal hook repositioning itself deep inside me, and the nipple clamps tugging on my sensitive breasts. Every step I took, I thought I was walking funny, I couldn’t shrug my shoulders without pushing the hook in deeper, I couldn’t twist or turn without rubbing the heavy hoodie material on the tight clamps on my nipples. All of those sensations made me so wet, more than before if that was even possible. My panties were still soaked with Master’s cum and soon enough I could feel the wetness slowly dripping down my thighs underneath my skirt. It felt cool and chilly every time there was a slight breeze, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

And Master would **just not stop** reminding me of all of this with his sweet, soft voice in my ear.

[FM] I pegged my manly, firefighter FWB for the first time and we can’t get enough of it – P2

OP: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lcah2x/fm_i_pegged_my_manly_firefighter_fwb_for_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Thanks y’all for all the positive thoughts, insight, advice, and marbles! I didn’t expect that much love, I thought I would just share my experience that I wouldn’t otherwise tell another soul in real life. I showed him the post, too.

Anyway, I’m back with some updates about what we’ve been up to. Lots of fucking, simply put! Lol. I’ll also point out a moment that yet again emphasized the taboo factor and stigma around this. We were lying in bed at night, almost asleep, when he said “I hope *this* doesn’t make you think less of me or see me differently”.

His work schedule is a bit weird, he works a couple full days, then he’s off for 3. That allows us to spend lots of back to back days together but also not get too bored or cooped up. We’ve never really “sexted” before. We’re old school – met in person, flirted in person, no online dating or lots of time spent on phones. It started with discussing what toys we should get and it came to him sending me pictures and videos fingering his ass while he’s away from me. I find that extremely hot. That and the fact that he is smoking hot – actually, an accurate comparison is JJ Watts. A literal clone.

Just some straight up sex

It was hard to say goodbye to Meeghan. I wouldn’t be gone long—a few days in the Cascades staying at a friend’s place, a sort of reunion of college buddies and work acquaintances. Less than a week. But it was hard to leave my beautiful girlfriend behind.

We had already made love once that morning. I was vaguely aware that it was already full daylight when she got up to use the bathroom, and when she came back she wrapped herself around me, her skin cool from the morning air. I felt her lips on the back of my neck, nuzzling my vertebrae. She had catalogued them the night before—having taken anatomy classes for a massage license—but I had already forgotten the names of the ones she was kissing gently so I would wake up. After a few minutes of this treatment I rolled over on my back and she crawled on top of me, just like that. We had sex and I took a shower and was on to the next thing—packing for my trip—as she lazed in bed with coffee and the paper. She still had her arm around me, and the kiss turned into a long embrace that threatened to become much more. We had fucked for an hour the night before, and had just done it when we woke up—could we possibly do it again? I’m forty-two years old; I can’t do it like I did when I was 20—or so I thought before I met Meeghan.

[FF] A bright spot in the midst of quarantine stress and sadness

I know nobody likes a downer and I feel like I don’t have a right to complain, but quarantine has been really hard. I know it’s been hard for everyone I don’t have a right to complain when there are people getting sick and even dying, but I can only go off of my own experiences.

I am a mother in her early 40s. I have two early teenage kids who have been doing school from home ever since March of last year. My husband works in health care and has been one of the few people who still has to travel during quarantine and his travel schedule has only gotten worse due to the nature of his job. I’m a stay at home mom, and being shut in has done no favors for our marriage. I acknowledge a big part of it is his travel schedule just hasn’t allowed us to spend time together, but I also feel like I’ve become somewhat invisible to him. He doesn’t go out of his way to listen to me or do anything sweet, and I think we are both just living separate lives right now where he does his thing and I do mine here at home.

[MF] The Thrill of Being Caught (Almost)

I wrote this in a Literotica style because that’s how I prefer to tell stories, but it is true. It happened over 15 years ago; some of the details may have drifted in from other memories of that period in our lives.

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A short preface to set the scene:

My now wife and I met in high school. Our first time hanging out together, before we started dating, she convinced me that her curfew was a soft recommendation and her parents would be asleep anyway, so it didn’t matter what time she got home. When we finally dropped her off over 3 hours late, her cop father was waiting at the door with a shotgun. Yeah, they aren’t just stories to scare teenage boys; those fathers actually exist. Over a few weeks, she somehow convinced her parents that I wasn’t some degenerate, and I was allowed to continue to see her. Fast forward a few years. I had left town for college, she was still living with her parents (as noted above, they’re a little controlling), but we’re still together making the long-distance thing work. College was close enough that it was driveable, so I’d come home every couple of weekends to see my family and visit my GF. This particular Friday, I had to work after class and wouldn’t be rolling into town until about 9 pm.

Poem- A Bedtime Tale

In the still of the night
Our passion made sweet cries
Innocence defied and dwindled
With every kiss, parts of us we undid

Tongues fucked, hands rushed.
Her fingers slipping in my denim and mine in her nest
Our demons unbuttoned tonight
Bare, naked our bodies put to fire.

Kissed her neck, cupped her breast
Wanting more, her nails dig in my back
My Aphrodite laid bare
Licked and touched every inch so dear

Sucked her nipples crimson red
My sweet love cried with pleasure of pain
To give her more I pinched the other
Kissing, in my mouth she moaned

Pussy so wet waited to be sucked
Between her legs I tasted love
To taste more I licked some more
Drilled her cunt with my tongue

Drugged with pleasure she pulled me up
To taste herself she fucked my tongue
In a second down she went
With my dick in her throat

In out she sucked like oxygen for life
Devoured every inch with watery eyes
I groaned, put my hands on her head
Fucked that glory hole making her mouth sour

The first time I [F] tried nipple clamps during sex [FM] and discovered a new position

Hello! This is my first time posting but this was such a good experience I thought it would be a good story to start with so here goes:

A couple months ago my boyfriend and I went on a little sexy shopping spree and among other things we got a cheapish pair of nipple clamps. I really like having my nipples played with and it’s a fast way to get me dripping wet. My boyfriend loves to tease them so we figured clamps would be a lot of fun. I’d read up on some safety tips beforehand, so I knew I wouldn’t get hurt from using them. They’re mostly metal with a chain connecting them and black plastic covers over the parts that actually hold onto the nipple.

A couple days after we got them, were making out on the bed and he asked if I’d like to try them on. I was so excited! While I got them out of the packaging he pulled my shirt off and sucked on my nipples so they would be hard. I got a little distracted and started wiggling on him but soon we had them out. He took each nipple between his fingers and pulled a bit so he could secure the clamp. We had to use the tightest setting to keep them from slipping right off.

[MF] My Wife’s Best Friend

This next experience happened this past summer. I mentioned in comments for a previous story that I haven’t brushed the lifestyle in a long time. I do not consider this to be in that arena.

It was the summer of Corona and like many my world was upside down. I was working from home with a house full of crazy. Two kids with nothing to do and a wife working as many or more hours than me. Luckily, we were able to do 90% form home.

My wife asked if she could spend an evening with her best friend. They hadn’t seen each other since before quarantine had started and her bestie was in rough shape. I couldn’t really say no, it was her bestie.

I had munchkin duty for her night out. When she got home, she downloaded everything on me. My wife needed my help with the amount of stress and strain her friend was feeling.

The next morning my wife brought it up again. I could tell she was worried about her friend’s wellbeing. We talked off and on all day between kids and work activities.

Got What I Needed [FM][Long][Workplace][Female perspective]

[As an interesting exercise, I thought I’d rewrite my previous story “Room 33” from the perspective of the other character. So the ‘events’ are true-to-life, but some licence has been applied. Feedback appreciated in comment or PM.]

Every Thursday afternoon after I left college, if I wasn’t working I used to meet up with my best friend Claire to go swimming and then have a couple of drinks at the bar on the town square for a catch up. We’d talk about everything: work, food, pop music, and obviously sometimes relationships. She’d been going out with Tom for a while and they were always arguing. I’d try to take her mind off him. Some weeks we’d go back to mine, get dressed up and go clubbing, even if I had work in the morning. I’d recently started a job at a new hotel that was opening, and one of the perks was that we had a room next to reception and the noisy front door that was always set as out of order so we could crash there if we needed. The guys who worked the night shift were cool with people dropping in at any time so I used to go straight there if I’d been out and then I wouldn’t be late for the early shift. I kept a spare uniform in my locker just in case.