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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, besties, let me spill the tea on how I, Eliza Carter, ended up as the household 'Retiree'—yeah, my new name, no cap, because apparently looking 18 at 37 means you're 'used up'. Iconic, right? Oof.

So there I was at a totally non-sexual family game night, fully naked as per usual, trying to tell my story to Mr. Henderson, this new business associate of my ex, Gregory. Gregory’s 62, by the way, and he’s over there with his actual love, Chloe—she’s 18 and glowing, high-key adorable—while I’m getting felt up.

Gregory’s hand was squeezing my tit so hard, milk was just… ugh, leaking. And my son, Ben—don’t call him my son, he’d slap me—kept slapping my ass and going, “Tell him how many times I creampied you last week, Retiree.” And I was like, “Sheesh, Ben, at least twenty, you motherfu—“

Aah!

Sorry, he does not like that joke. That slap stung, but…mmm… it just makes my pussy clench. I’m so fucking addicted, I can’t even. My cunt is literally dripping down my thighs just from the humiliation and the slaps. I need a dick in me so bad.

So I’m trying to continue, right? “So, Mr. Henderson, Gregory caught me crying over him and Chloe fucking in our old bed, and he just… calmly told me to strip. Said I was too old for him but not too old to be the house milk cow. Then he told Ben, ‘She needs to stay pregnant. Make it happen.’ And Ben, my little baby boy—"

Ben’s hand twisted my nipple, hard. I gasped, my back arching. “Shut up and drink,” he grunted, shoving my head down. I got the hint and took his cock in my mouth, gagging as he fucked my throat. I could hear Gregory laughing with Chloe about their wedding plans.

When Ben finally pulled out, cum dripping from my lips, I looked up at Mr. Henderson. “See?” I panted, wiping my mouth. “That’s the tea. Now, you finna fuck me too, or what? I can’t stand a single second empty.” My daughter, Lily, just rolled her eyes and poured my breast milk into a glass for herself. Mood.