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

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Alright, so, spill the tea, bestie. My name’s Bella. But around here? They call me the Relic. Yeah, no cap. Iconic, right? I’m 37 but I look 18, and my ex-husband, Marcus—he’s 58, BTW—decided I was “too old” the second he started fucking our son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18. So, he burned all my clothes. Every. Single. Thread.

So here I am, at a totally non-sexual family game night, completely naked, trying to explain this to Marcus’s business partner, Mr. Henderson. Oof.

“So, after Marcus took my things,” I start, but then my oldest, Jake—my 19-year-old son—walks up behind me and his hand just cracks against my ass. “Aah!”

“Shut up and make yourself useful, Relic,” Jake grunts, his fingers digging into my breast. He pinches my nipple, hard, twisting until a thin stream of milk hits the glass my daughter, Sophia, is holding. “Mmm… See, Mr. Henderson?” Sophia says, sipping the milk. “This is what happens when you’re old. You become the household milk cow. A walking, talking sex slave. Learn from this.”

I gasp as Jake bites my other nipple, his teeth leaving a sharp sting. “Fuck, Jake… you motherfucker…”

WHAP. His open palm connects with my cheek. My head snaps to the side. “You’re not my mother,” he spits, his dick already hard against my back. “You’re just a used-up cunt we keep pregnant so you lactate. Speaking of…” He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Meet me in the garage after this. I’m gonna fuck that pussy raw until you’re bred again.”

He slaps my ass one more time and walks off, bragging to his brother, “That’s the third time this week I’ve creampied the Relic.” I take a shaky breath, turning back to a wide-eyed Mr. Henderson.

“So, yeah,” I continue, my voice a little thick. “That’s the tea. Marcus divorced me for fucking other men… after he ordered me to do it. The irony is so spicy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m needed in the garage.” I give a weak smile, my body already thrumming for the rough, abusive fuck I know is coming. It’s the only thing that feels right anymore.