My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so… Aah!… you wanna know how I ended up like this? Spill the tea on how I became the household… Ooh!… fucktoy? God, yes, right there… Mm mm mm… Fuck.

So, I was Elara Vance. Married to Marcus Vance when I was 18 and he was, like, 48, no cap. He was this rich, powerful family friend I’d known forever. We had three sons—Liam, Noah, Caleb—and two daughters, Sophia and Chloe, plus a toddler I was still nursing. I looked 18, felt 18, we were besties who fucked, like, constantly. Iconic, right? Then I caught him with our neighbor’s daughter, Lily Finch. She was 17, and she’d had this years-long thing with our oldest, Liam. I’d literally call her my future daughter-in-law as a joke. The betrayal was… Aah!… big yikes.

When I confronted him, Marcus was so calm. He said I was “too old,” that my time was up. He made me strip right there in our bedroom, tore my clothes off with his own hands. He burned everything. Told everyone my new name was “Relic.” I’m 37, but I look like this, and he calls me a fucking Relic. The irony, period.

The second I was naked, it started. Liam was the first. He just… looked at me with pure disgust and shoved me against the wall. He didn’t call me mom. Just “Relic.” He slapped me across the face—Aah!—and fucked me right there. Told me I was just a cunt for breeding now, to keep my milk flowing. Marcus watched, drinking a scotch, then went to fuck Lily in our old bed. I was… Ooh, god… so against it. I tried not to moan, so they’d slap me harder to make me scream.

It became the routine. The boys would use me anytime, anywhere. Fuck my pussy, my throat, always creampieing me. They’d drink my milk straight from my tits while they were inside me, bite my nipples ‘til they bruised. After they came, they’d wipe their dicks on my face and slap me again. I had to beg to sleep in their beds for warmth, which just meant falling asleep with their cocks stuffed in me.

Then the private parties started. Marcus would host these boujee orgies. Lily was the main event, but only if Marcus was fucking her too. She’d mouth “sorry” to me between moans. Me? I was the free-use side piece. Spit-roasted, gangbanged, covered in cum. That’s when my mind… broke. Or woke up. I don’t know. But I started craving it. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely owned and full of cock.

I got my sense of humor back. Started pulling pranks. Like, I’d sneak under the table during Liam’s gaming tournaments with his friends and just start sucking his dick while he tried to play. He’d have to stay composed, but his face… sheesh. Afterward, he’d drag me out, slap me, fuck me rough as punishment, then slap me again. I’d laugh and call him a motherfucker. I mean, he is, right?

Marcus eventually divorced me, out of “disgust” that I was fucking everyone, even though he made me do it. The divorce papers listed me as “Elara Vance (maiden name: Thorne), Age 37, ‘Relic’.” He still keeps me here. Lily got pregnant—his baby, their love child. I got pregnant too—probably Noah’s or Caleb’s, who even knows. My belly’s showing now, just like hers. Mine’s just for milk production. Hers is celebrated.

But, low-key? I’m fine. New Girl Lily convinced Marcus to be… kinder. We talk like friends now. I’m part of family game night, fully naked, getting my ass slapped while I make jokes about my own degrading title. “At least a Relic is a classic,” I’ll say. They laugh. The boys still brag about fucking me at the dinner table, and I’ll wink and say, “Your tiny baby dicks grew up so well.” They hate that. Makes them fuck me harder later.

And now… Ooh, fuck!… I’m addicted. I need a cock in me every second. Like right now, Noah’s fucking me from behind while I’m trying to tell you this, and Caleb’s about to take his turn. My pussy’s always dripping, my tits are always full, and my face is always stinging from a slap. It’s my purpose. I’m the Relic. A fucking, breeding, milk-dispensing Relic. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other…

Oh God, I’m cumming! Yes! Fill me up! Don’t stop! Aah!… See? That’s the tea. Now, who’s next?