Putting an end to my niece’s baiting [rapekink] [MF]

[Comments:

* The below story is entirely fictional – a fantasy concocted in the darker depths of my mind on a train journey written for my own, and hopefully other’s, enjoyment.

* Yes, there is a foot fetish element to it. Though it’s not the whole story, and I don’t think I go overboard. But if this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read on.

* This is my first such story so please do leave feedback.

* Finally, if the story triggers some unpleasant memories, please do speak to someone, ideally a professional.

Enjoy!]

**Finally putting an end to my niece’s baiting**

“I’m home, babe.” I announce after an especially long day at work.

Silence. No reply from my wife. But then I hear bare footsteps patter from the bedroom opposite mine, and a chirpy, youthful voice.

“She’s still at work Uncle Jay, they were short staffed and she’s doing the full day now.”

*So, another evening with my wife’s niece, Safi*

“Oh right. So we’ll have to sort dinner again, then.” I said with a sigh. “Day off today, Safi?”

At the lake [MFM] [MF] [MFMMF]

My wife, Greg, and I join Matt and Madi by the lake. Their clothes are scattered about the dock and they are swimming naked out in the water. I slide off my shirt and drop my shorts in one motion before running and diving off the top of the dock into the water below, as I surface I see my wife shove Greg into the water with his clothes still on, he never liked heights. He surfaces splashing with a bit of a scowl on his face and looks like he’s about to say something until he see’s my wife on the top dock undressing.

Slowly, teasing us by sliding her booty shorts down and then back up. She turns around, bending over to give us a view of her stunning ass while she slowly inches her shorts down each thigh. As she stands and turns back around she pulls her shawl with both fists to cover her while she poses for us. Everyone shouts for her to take it off, and she does, slowly, so that her breasts pour out to greet us before she oh so gracefully cannonballs in right next to Matt splashing all of us.

Our roommate and FWB… [MF] [MM] [MMF]

In college my [24M] now wife [24F] and I used to live with our best friend, John [24M]. We were all pursuing science heavy and very intense degrees, we would often stay up until 1-2 studying together around the dining room table. On the weekends we would hike, raft, kayak, rock climb, and unwind together. The three of us were inseparable.

My wife, Madi and I had been dating since high school. John was in a long term relationship that ended our junior year of college. Due to his heavy course load and passion for coaching in his spare time, John was not much into dating. Fortunately for him, Madi and I were both very open and didn’t mind sharing. One night after studying until we all wanted to cry, Madi and I went to bed.

We were making out, unwinding from the day. Losing ourselves in the lines of each other’s bodies, leaving the world of text books and studying behind.

Caught In A Bad Romance [Mf]

As part of marking a milestone birthday celebration (let’s just say I could have been the age of the girl’s father), I decided that I wanted to do something I had been too embarrassed to do in the past: embrace my pop-loving heart and go to a certain big star’s concert. The stars aligned and not only was I able to score tickets when they went on sale, but I got a special package that allowed me to enter early so I could be sure to see the show near the front of the stage.

My wife attended the show with me, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to do with the crowd–she has personal space issues and being at the front of a big concert is not the place to have that kind of anxiety. Still, I wasn’t going to miss out on this opportunity since I would only become more self-conscious about this type of event as I get older.

We lined up before the doors opened and I wasn’t disappointed in the wild costumes and outfits my fellow fans were sporting. This star is well-supported by the LGBT community, so men and women felt free to flaunt themselves with their fashion. I love the energy and the spectacle, so I had no issue with everyone showing off.

[MF] Experimented with Tinder after divorce

I recently got divorced. My ex-wife and I got married when we were 22. I got her pregnant during our last year of college, and we married that summer. I am now 41, and our twins are finishing their first year of college. The last few years of our marriage were pretty empty of affection. We were staying together for the kids. After they left for school last fall, we started the process of divorce.

I moved into my new apartment in January. I re-entered the dating scene by setting up an OkCupid account. I’ve had some luck meeting women but none that I wanted to start a relationship with. It’s been mostly divorced women around my age who are rightfully a bit skeptical of men in general.

One night last March, I got home from work and had a few drinks. I own a few small restaurants so I got home around 10:00 PM. Around midnight, I decide to try out Tinder. I basically only knew it by reputation and its basic concept.

Wife turned [M]e down for sex… An hour later I was wiping cum off her beauti[F]ul asshole…

Today my wife and I both worked and we’ve been having incredible sex all week… Passionate fucking in the shower by candlelight, knocking the soap off the walls, deep throat fucking, her sitting her dripping wet pussy on my face while she sucks my balls, her asking for and receiving her first facial ever, coming up with a new method of fingering her using both hands with my first two fingers facing out to stretch her and play with her clit with both thumbs while I eat her ass, you know, totally normal married stuff…

Anyway I was sending her texts today such as:

“I spent the whole drive to work in a daydream thinking about your pussy in my mouth, laying under you and looking up at your perfect ass and gripping it hard to stop myself from exploding every time my cock touched the back of your throat. I barely made it here alive”

And…

I a[m] a big [f]an of anal sex and dirty talk, and my wife surprised even me…

Just a warning, the dirty talk gets a bit filthy in this one, so be prepared.

I love anal sex. I love dirty talk. 2 of my favorite kinks. Sadly the Misses doesn’t nearly as much, but she’s been known to surprise me from time to time…

Sex starts pretty normal. It’s been a bit longer than the last time we fucked. We start making out, her large bare breasts against me bare. She the pushes me back and slowly works her way down to my cock. Licking up the shaft she works it into her mouth and starts her task. It feels great, she’s very much a fan of using mainly her mouth to do the work. After a few minutes she releases me with a slight “pop” and comes back up to lay on her back.

I spread her legs and ease my way inside her. She always gets wet from sucking me off, so it’s wonderful to just get at it, and that’s how she likes it. Little foreplay on my end, maybe a little rubbing of her clit, but not often necessary for her.

The Knight part (1/2) [humiliation] [mf] [elope] [inspired by Game Of Thrones]

The Knight part (½)

I heard only just the previous night that I would be informed and required to be on special duty of peacekeeping in the public streets for a public shaming and probable circumcision. A woman had been charged for apparent solicitation of sex with the king. I was never one to get involved into people’s personal affairs but I believe the king has been cheating on his queen and I despise him for it.

The king is my uncle. He is an annoyance of a person. I’ve been subjected to his personal authoritative measures and he’s not too kind when it comes to those who serve him. His baristas, his servers, his army, and his guards. He was only given the power of the throne because of his family hierarchy when his father passed away and sense he was the oldest of three brothers, he received the throne. Many people do not like him. He charges way too high on tax rates, gives way too many benefits to governing officials, and began an oligarchy for the richest individuals, usually involved in the yearly carnival games and jousting matches. While he is disliked, the cruel public is in favor of his harsh punishments especially on a social matter.

Don’t Be a Slut (Part 2) [Mf] [assjob]

Ruth felt a familiar wicked sensation as she rode the elevator. She was in a very fancy apartment complex. It even had a doorman. Her client tonight was definitely loaded, and he’d already sent her quite a sum of cash online.

“Don’t be a slut,” she whispered to herself. She was alone in the elevator, but the walls were mirrored, so she could see her wool overcoat, her red hair, and the makeup she’d put on for her client. She felt silly in her ruby high heels, but she also felt powerful. The stirring began where it usually did: somewhere in the small of her belly, deep within her in a place she could never quite reach.

It sort of felt like she had butterflies like she was nervous or anxious. In truth, it was simply unwavering lust. She called it the curse of the eternally horny: a ravenous sexual appetite that spread like flames, the rippling tongues licking Ruth from the inside. Moments like these made her understand what people said about redheaded women: they were kissed by fire.

I can see you [anal][cheating][slut wife][voy][cuck][FM/FM][Fsub][Mdom] (x-post)

I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.

Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it.