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(Wife’s Degrading Title: The Relic)

Okay, so let me spill the tea on how I, Evelyn Reed, ended up as the household Relic. Oof, where to start? Picture this: I’m 37, but I still look 18, no cap. My husband, Robert, is 62. We had a whole life, three sons—Liam, Noah, Caleb—and two daughters, Sophia and Chloe, plus a toddler, so my tits were still full of milk. Robert and I were besties, fucking like rabbits every day. Then I caught him with our son Liam’s childhood crush, Elara. She’s 18, still in high school, and honestly? They’re genuinely in love. Iconic, right?

When I confronted him, he didn’t even yell. He just said I was “too old,” a used-up relic, and made me strip right there. He burned all my clothes in the backyard. That was the day I stopped being ‘Mom.’ I became ‘the Relic.’ And let me tell you, the rebrand was immediate. Liam and Noah were on me before the embers cooled. They pinned me down on the grass, and Liam…ah, fuck, just thinking about it…

[Pause. A sharp gasp, then a wet, rhythmic sound.]

Sorry, bestie. Caleb’s fucking my pussy from behind right now. He never misses a chance. Where was I? Right. They started using me that day. It was rough, high-key abusive. Slapping my face so I wouldn’t look like their mom, choking me while they fucked my throat, creampieing me over and over so I’d stay pregnant and keep making milk. Robert would just watch, fucking Elara on the couch, telling her she was his “good girl.” The contrast? Sheesh. It broke me. And then… it fixed me. But different.

[A loud, stinging crack. A gasp.]

Ah! Sorry, Caleb just slapped my ass. He’s cumming inside me now, I can feel his dick pulsing…mmm. Anyway, my mind just…snapped. I became addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being full of cock and cum—it’s all I think about now. So I started getting my witty personality back. I play cheeky pranks. Like last week, I visited Liam at his college debate. I’m fully naked, my pussy still dripping from some guy Robert sent me to negotiate with, and I just crawled under the podium and started sucking his dick while he tried to argue about economic policy. The look on his face! He stayed composed for, like, two minutes before dragging me out back, slapping me, and fucking my throat raw as payback. After he came, he wiped his dick on my face and slapped me again. It’s our thing now.

[The sound of someone shifting. A low moan.]

Hang on…my daughter Sophia is squeezing my tit into a glass. She wants my milk. It pinches like hell when she twists my nipple…ah! See? They all drink it. Robert, the boys, the girls, any guy who comes over. My tits are just the household milk bar. And during these chill family game nights—thanks to Elara convincing Robert to be “nicer”—I’m here, fully naked, getting fondled while we play Monopoly. Robert will be all friendly, like, “Good move, Relic,” while Noah’s hand is between my legs. Then Liam will slap my ass and say, “Meet me in my room after this, I need to drain my balls in that used-up cunt.” And I’ll just laugh and say, “Bet, motherfucker.” That always earns me another slap. But I mean it. I need it.

[A sudden, sharp intake of breath. A series of faster, wet sounds.]

Oh, fuck…Caleb’s hard again already. He’s pounding my g-spot, I can’t…I’m gonna cum! Yes! Just like that! Don’t stop…fill me up again!

[A long, shuddering moan, then a slower, slick rhythm.]

Wow. Okay. So yeah. That’s the tea. I’m the Relic. Pregnant with Caleb’s kid, probably. Elara’s pregnant too, with Robert’s. We’re due around the same time. She’s gonna be the beloved wife. I’m just the milk-making, cum-dumping sex slave. And you know what? After that orgasm…I’m low-key fine with it. This is my life now. Period.

[A final, dismissive slap on flesh.]

Ah! See? He agrees. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear Liam calling. This Relic has another appointment.