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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? I'm the main character of my own fucking Greek tragedy. My name's Evelyn. Was Evelyn Thatcher. Now, everyone just calls me… The Relic. No cap. The irony is iconic, because I look 18 on a bad day, but my husband, Marcus – he’s 58, by the way, we met when I was 16 – decided I was “too old” when he started fucking our son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and the love of his life. So, he took my clothes. Burned them. Said if I was going to be obsolete, I might as well be useful.

So here I am, at a totally “non-sexual” family game night. Totally naked, my pussy is dripping because it’s been a whole ten minutes without a dick inside it and I’m, like, chemically addicted to it now. My son, Jason – don’t call him my son, he’d slap me – is telling his buddy, some guy named Derek, about how he “broke in the Relic.” And I’m just sitting here on the arm of the couch, spilling the tea on how I got here.

“So, Marcus makes me fuck Jason to get pregnant, right? To keep my milk flowing. And at first, I’m like, ‘This is so fucked up—’”

Aah! Jason just reached over and twisted my nipple, hard. My milk sprayed a little. “Shut up and pour, Relic,” he says, and holds his glass under my other tit. I squeeze, my tits aching as the milk streams out for him to drink. “Anyway,” I continue, my voice shaky, “after the first few times he forced himself on me, something in my brain just… broke. Now, I can’t stand a single second without a cock buried in my cunt. It’s my only vibe.”

Derek is staring, his dick obviously hard. Jason slaps my ass – thwack – and laughs. “She’s not lying. Counted seventeen times I creampied her last week. She begs for it now. Calls me a motherfucker as a joke.”

I smirk. “Well, you are, you little—” SMACK. His palm connects with my cheek, stinging. I moan, the pain and humiliation just making me wetter. “See?” I gasp, turning back to Derek, my face burning. “He’s a motherfucker. And the tiny dick I pushed out of this pussy is now the only thing that can fill it up.” Jason growls and yanks me off the couch by my hair. “Game’s over. I’m taking my property to the garage. She needs to be reminded of her place.”

As he drags me away, I call over my shoulder to Derek, “He’s gonna spit in my mouth and fuck my throat until I choke! Come watch if you want the full story!” Another slap. I just laugh, high on the shame. This is my life now. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.