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Degrading Title for Wife: The Crumpled Petal

Okay, so… full tea, no cap. My name is Veronica, but literally no one calls me that anymore. Not since my husband, Arthur – he’s 52, I’m 37 but look like I just graduated high school, it’s a whole thing – caught me crying over his texts with Lily, this 18-year-old girl who used to be over here making goo-goo eyes at our oldest son, Ethan. Anyway, he told me I was “too old,” which is iconic because, hello? Baby face? Then he made me strip right there in the kitchen, took every stitch of my clothes, and burned them. Said I didn’t deserve to wear anything anymore. Now everyone just calls me The Crumpled Petal. Ironic, right? Because I’m definitely not done being used.

So, fast forward to now. I’m at a family BBQ, completely naked, my pussy is literally dripping because it’s been, like, twenty minutes without a cock in it and I’m, like, actually shaking. Arthur and Lily are grilling burgers and whispering sweet nothings, it’s disgustingly cute. And I’m over here, spilling the origin story to Arthur’s business partner, Mr. Davies, while my son, Ethan – don’t call him my son, he’d slap me – is… occupied.

“So yeah,” I say, as Ethan’s hand slides between my thighs from behind, his fingers shoving into my soaked cunt. I gasp, “Aah! O-okay, so after the clothes were gone, Arthur was like, ‘You need to make yourself useful. Keep the milk flowing.’ And I was still breastfeeding our toddler, so…”

Ethan pinches my clit, hard. “Shut up and hold still, Petal,” he grunts, his other hand squeezing my tit, his thumb rubbing over my nipple until a thin stream of milk leaks out. Mr. Davies just watches, sipping his beer, as I arch my back.

“S-sorry,” I moan, my head falling back against Ethan’s shoulder. “So, Arthur… oh, fuck… Arthur told me to… to let the boys ‘take care of their needs’ so I’d get pregnant again and… oh, yes, right there… keep producing milk for everyone.” Ethan bites down on my neck, and I cry out. “Aah! Ethan, you motherf—!”

SMACK. His open palm cracks across my cheek. The sting blooms hot and sharp, and my pussy clenches around nothing. “I told you to shut up,” he snarls, but he’s rock hard against my ass.

Mr. Davies leans in. “She’s quite the resource, your family has here.”

Ethan just smirks, slapping my ass cheek roughly. “Yeah. Best part is, she can’t get enough now. Addicted. Isn’t that right, Petal? You need a dick in you 24/7.”

I’m panting, my cheek throbbing. “No cap,” I whisper, a delirious smile on my face. “It’s true. I’m a total simp for it.” I look at Mr. Davies, my vision blurry with need. “So, that’s the tea. Now… are you going to just watch, or are you going to tell me to meet you in the garage after this for a proper use?”