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

My Story Time:

Okay, so I’m just gonna spill the tea, no cap. My name is Chloe Finch, but literally nobody calls me that anymore. My ex, Robert Thorne—he’s 52, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—he started fucking our son’s childhood friend, Lily Walsh. I caught them, he said I was “too old,” and then he took all my clothes and burned them. Iconic, right? Now my title is “The Relic.” Ironic, AF, because my pussy is literally never empty.

So, right now? I’m at a family game night. I’m fully naked, obvi. Robert and Lily are cuddling on the love seat, being all cute and in love. My son, Jason—don’t call him my son, he’d slap me—is next to me, his hand shoved between my thighs, two fingers deep in my cunt, just working me open while I try to tell you this story.

“So yeah,” I gasp, as Jason curls his fingers. “After the clothes were gone, Robert was like, ‘You need to make milk for the house.’ So he had Jason and his friends…ah!…start fucking me to get me pregnant again.” Jason pinches my clit hard and I jolt. “Ooh! Okay, sorry. Anyway, my mind kinda broke? And now I’m just…addicted. I need a cock inside me 24/7 or I lose my shit.”

Jason leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Shut up and make your point, Relic.” He slaps my ass, hard, and the sting makes my whole pussy clench. “Aah! Fuck…see? So now, at these ‘non-sexual’ gatherings, I just get used like this.” My daughter, Sophia, walks by and casually squeezes my nipple, twisting it until a stream of milk arcs into the glass she’s holding. “Mmm! We’re all out of milk, mommy dearest,” she sneers, calling me by my title.

Jason finally pulls his fingers out, glistening with my juices, and shoves them in my mouth. “Clean them. Then meet me in my room after this. I need to blow off steam.” He says it loud, for the whole room to hear, and Robert just chuckles, nuzzling Lily’s neck.

I suck my own wetness off his fingers, my cunt aching and empty. “You got it, motherfucker,” I whisper with a grin.

SMACK!

His open palm connects with my cheek, the sound cracking through the room. My head whips to the side. “Aah! I mean…you got it, Jason.” My face stings, but my pussy is dripping, begging. He just smirks, slaps my ass again, and walks away to get a drink. And I’m left here, naked and leaking, counting the seconds until I can have his dick pounding into me, filling me up. It’s my only vibe now. Period.