Disclaimer: As is usual to state on Literotica, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
Some notes about the story:
Originally, this story was supposed to be a short prologue chapter to a longer, multi-part story, however, it grew much bigger than I anticipated before I started writing it. In fact, with 23,666 words, this story is, I believe, rather longer than average for stories on Literotica. If you don't like longer stories, you've been warned.
In addition to pure pleasure and primal lust, incestuous acts in this story are committed in expectation of a future monetary reward. This scenario was inspired by various, mostly Japanese, porn videos with the theme of family members committing incestuous acts on camera for money. Considering the plausibility of such a scenario (Howard Stern's now semi-legendary "It's Just Wrong" series was done over a decade ago, we are almost certainly getting something like this if the attitude towards incest thaws just a little), I was a little shocked at the relative dearth of stories and videos with such a theme, so instead of complaining about it online, I decided to write my own. If you like this particular set-up for incest-themed stories, good for you, if not, you've been warned.
At first I thought of setting this story in a country which already has weak, or basically non-existent, laws against incest, however, in the end I decided to place this in the U.S.A. a few years from now.
With all of that said, I hope you'll enjoy reading this story. Please, don't forget to comment, rate and if you like it, favorite the story. Constructive critique and feedback is always welcomed.
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+++ Eric Santos +++
Eric Santos sighed to himself as his work computer finally shut itself off and he went to gather his things. Finally, there it was. An end to yet another boring working day spent checking some numbers he didn't care about, moving some, deleting some, adding some and taking care not to fuck it all up.
"Don't tell me you're already leaving," the voice of his friend, John, called at him from the open doors of his office, across the hallway. "There's absolutely no way you could've finished all of that already."
"Yes, I did," Eric replied nonchalantly. "You wanna know my secret? Fuckin' hate your work and you'll have plenty of motivation to finish it as soon as possible." Eric said only half-jokingly.
He didn't exactly hate his work though. Well, not all of it. He hated the "work" part of it, that endless, soul-sucking number-crunching and number-munching, which, despite stealing away countless hours of his life in one of the most monotonous and dreary ways possible, only awarded him a shitty, below-average pay.
Then, there were parts of his work he liked. Pretending to work with those despised numbers while surfing the net and checking his social media and Youtube feeds? That he liked so much it was the thing he spent the majority of his "working" day doing. Joking with his friends about their shit job? Of course, always. Looking at the hot, young interns and secretaries his colleagues and superiors loved to employ? Ogling their busty, curvy, young bodies, then going to the bathroom to waste some "valuable" time in his work by masturbating to their eroticized images in his mind? He never said no to that. Well, at least for almost all the time he was working there, at least. Because now, as much as he always liked it, he couldn't do it this time.
The reason for this was his wife, Martina. Or rather, her attempt to restart their sex life. Not all of it, of course. They still had regular sex about twice a week, which was the routine they settled in after the first year of their marriage. The problem was, by now, it sucked. Their once passionate lovemaking sessions had by now degenerated into pathetic slapping of two equally disinterested bodies into each other, trying to recreate a scene either of them saw in a porn video they watched sometime in the last week. Not even his wife's considerable attractiveness could save their sex life from being a rather sad sight to behold.
A natural result of 22 years of marriage? Almost certainly. Any less shitty because of it? Not a bit. Martina, especially, was unwilling to accept that this was all her fantasies could lead to. A novelist by trade, especially of works of the romance genre, she refused to consider this possibility and set about to bring the lost spark of passion into their marriage, no matter what.
This decision led her down an interesting rabbit hole. She discovered a multitude of ways to transform the vanilla sexual act of lovemaking into something more risqué. Dozens of models of vibrators, dildos, and other accessories. Vast array of costumes, each fitting some particular fetish or fantasy. Various ways of bringing other people into the act, from threesomes, through cuckoldry and straight adultery, all the way up to free-for-all swingers parties and orgies. They tried a lot of those together, some with better results than others (it took a single night with one of the many young, busty interns in his company to realize no type of adultery was made for them), but ultimately, nothing worked.
Until his wife got the idea which they were currently executing.
The regular sex you've been having for years is just shitty at this point and nothing helps?
Have you truly tried everything?
Have you simply tried turning it off and on again?
For Eric, it was off for the last three weeks. Three weeks of no sex and no masturbation. To make it easier for them, Martina went out-of-town a couple of days after they started it. At first, Eric didn't think much about what three weeks with no cumming allowed will be like. He thought he would barely notice it. Instead, he could think of nothing else for the last couple of days. It was far harder then he thought. He never realized just how strong his sex drive still was.
Now, he did realize. The way his eyes simply glued themselves on the figures of damn near every female that passed by his office. The way his cock could be hard for an insanely long time waiting for the release it got so used to getting regularly.
The way even now, as he closed the door to his office on Friday, a feeling he loved due to it meaning an imminent break from his shitty job, all he could think about was sex.
"Mr. Santos!" called out a high-pitched voice from John's office.
"Shit," though Eric, "not her."
Mary, John's new secretary, suddenly entered his field of vision. Being the bustiest of the young females he was regularly seeing around his workplace, he dreaded interacting with her in the state he was in now.
"Are you really going home so soon?" she asked, sounding slightly pleadingly "won't you wait for us? Last time we all went to that McDonald's you love going to on Fridays, we had a lot of fun together. I thought we would go again this week."
"Sorry Mary," he answered "I have a lot of stuff to do at home. Can't wait for you guys. Sorry.". He thought he was lying to her. If he only knew at that moment just what was waiting for him at home...
