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

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie, spill the tea? Let’s do this. My name’s Chloe, and this is how I ended up as the household 'Relic'. No cap, the name’s iconic. It’s what everyone calls me now. My ex, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, go figure—came up with it after he caught me crying over him and sweet little Emily Chen. Yeah, that’s New Girl. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law, since her and my oldest, Jake, had that whole unspoken love thing. The irony is so thick you could choke on it.

So, Robert stripped me bare right there in our bedroom. “You’re too old, Chloe,” he said, even as he was staring at my perky tits and hairless pussy. He donated all my clothes. Said my new job was to stay pregnant so my tits never dried up. For the milk. The household milk. Everyone drinks it. I’m just the cow.

Which brings me to now. I’m at a family game night, fully naked as always, trying to explain this to my old friend, Sarah, who’s staring at me with her jaw on the floor. My son Jake—oof!—just slapped my ass hard. “Aah! Okay, okay!” I gasp, my cunt dripping just from the sting. See? That’s the addiction. No dick inside me for a whole hour and I’m leaking like a faucet.

Jake’s hand slides between my legs from behind, two fingers shoving into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Relic,” he grunts in my ear. I moan, “Mmm, yeah… See, Sarah? This is my life now.” My other son, Ben, walks by and pinches my nipple, hard, twisting until a stream of milk squirts into his waiting glass. He takes a sip. “She makes the best latte,” he brags to the room.

Robert and Emily are cuddling on the loveseat, whispering. He calls her his “perfect teenager,” his hand on her flat stomach—she’s pregnant too, with his kid. Mine’s from… well, take a guess. The men here all fondle me, drink from me, and talk about how many times they’ve creampied me. I join in. “Jake here is a real motherfucker,” I joke, winking.

SMACK! Jake’s palm cracks against my cheek. “Aah! I told you not to call me that, Relic,” he snarls, but he’s pulling me onto the couch, his cock already out and pressing at my entrance. He doesn't wait, just slams all the way in. “OOH! GOD!” I cry out, my story completely derailed. His thrusts are punishing, his hand around my throat. I’m moaning, telling Sarah, “S-so, yeah… he’ll finish inside me… ah!… to keep me bred… and then… oh, fuck, right there!… then he’ll use my face to clean his dick and slap me again.” It’s my normal. And my pussy is clenching around his cock, about to make me cum just from telling the story. I’m the Relic. And honestly? I’m never going back.