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My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...
My Story Time:
Okay, bestie. Sit down—or, y'know, try to sit. I'm just gonna be over here getting absolutely railed by my own sons, so you might have to read between the moans. No cap, the tea is piping hot today.
So, my name used to be Amelia Rossi. I married Vincent Rossi when I was 17 and he was 48. I know, I know. Age gap? Slay. He was my dad's best friend, watched me grow up, the whole ick. But back then? Iconic. We were besties. He couldn't keep his dick out of me, got me pregnant four times—Marcus is 19 now, Lucas is 17, and my daughters, Chloe and Bella, are 15. Oh, fuck, Marcus, right there! Don't stop! Aah!
Where was I? Right. So I had a toddler, Leo, still breastfeeding, looking like I'm 18 AF. Life was a vibe. Then I caught Vincent fucking our son Marcus's childhood sweetheart, Elara Finch. She's 18, still in high school, and they're, like, genuinely in love. Sheesh. When I confronted him, he was all, "You're too old, Amelia. You're used up." Me! Looking like this! He told me to strip. Tore my clothes off, burned them, and just… left me naked. Called me "Leftovers" from that day on. Everyone does. My kids don't call me mom. I'm just… Leftovers.
So Vincent moves Elara into our bedroom, and I'm… homeless in my own house. The first night, I'm shivering in the living room, and Marcus comes down. He looks at me, his own naked mother, with so much disgust and… something else. He just slaps me across the face—slap!—and says, "Leftovers, you can sleep in my bed if you earn it." Oof. So I did. I got on my knees and sucked his dick while he watched the ceiling. He fucked me so rough, choking me, slapping my tits, biting my nipples until I cried. He came inside me, called me a slut, and pushed me off the bed. That was the first time. It… it broke me.
Vincent started having these private parties. He'd fuck Elara so lovingly in the center of the room while any man who wanted could use me as a free-use side piece. Spit-roasting, gangbangs, the works. All creampies. Vincent’s goal? Keep me pregnant so I always have milk. Everyone drinks it now. My sons, my daughters—they’ll twist my nipples and squeeze the milk into glasses. It’s the household milk. YES! Lucas, just like that, fill me up! I'm cumming!
After a while… I stopped fighting. The rough sex, the slaps, the choking… it’s all I can think about. I'm addicted. My mind is just… gone. So now I play these little pranks. Like, I’ll wait until Marcus is giving a speech at a school fundraiser, sneak under the podium, and start sucking his dick while he tries to talk about community service. He has to stay composed! It’s so funny! He always gets me back later, though. Slap! Right, Marcus? He’ll fuck me even rougher, and after he cums in my pussy, he’ll rub his dick all over my face to mark me and then slap me again. Motherfucker. It’s an inside joke.
Vincent divorced me out of "disgust" for fucking other men… the men he made me fuck. The irony is not lost on me, bestie. But Elara, sweet girl, she convinced him to be… nicer. So now, at family movie nights, I'm there. Fully naked, unless Vincent gifts me this little apron dress that covers nothing. The men fondle me, drink from my tits, slap my ass, and brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make jokes. "At least these Leftovers are still getting eaten!" I say. It gets a chuckle.
And that’s my life now. Elara and I are both pregnant, showing. Hers is Vincent’s, a product of love. Mine… is probably Marcus’s or Lucas’s. Just a means to an end. A milk machine. A cumdump. Leftovers.
Oh, God, I’m gonna cum again! Both of you, don’t stop! Breed your Leftovers! Fuck! YES!
…So, that’s the tea. You want a turn? I’m always available. Just don’t forget to call me by my name.