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

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Alright, bestie, time to spill the tea, no cap. So, I’m at this totally boujee family game night, right? I’m Eleanor, but everyone just calls me ‘Old News’ now. Iconic, I know. My ex, Gregory—he’s like 62, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—is cuddled up with his new wifey, Chloe. She’s 18 and glowing, high-key adorable. And I’m just… here. Fully naked, as per fucking usual.

So I’m trying to tell this guest, Mr. Henderson, how I got here. “Okay, so Gregory caught me crying about his affair and was like, ‘You’re too old, Eleanor.’ Then he just… took my clothes. All of them. Burned them. Said I was ‘Old News’ and if I wanted to stay, I had to be useful.” Oof.

Right as I say that, my son, Liam—22, total DILF energy—walks up behind me. He doesn’t even say hi. Just slides his dick right into my pussy from behind. Aah! God, it’s so deep. I have to pause, obvi. Mmm. Sorry, Mr. Henderson. Just… gimme a sec.

Where was I? Right. So after the clothes thing, Liam and his brother, Noah, they just… started using me. At first I hated it. But then… fuck. Liam’s slamming into me so hard, his balls slapping my ass. He reaches around and pinches my nipple, hard. Aah! Milk just sprays out. “Shut up and take it, Old News,” he grunts, and spits in my mouth. I moan around it, swallowing. It’s so fucking degrading, but my cunt is dripping.

He pulls my hair, yanking my head back. “Tell him how many times I’ve creampied you this week,” Liam says, pounding me. “Go on. Spill the tea, you thirsty slut.”

“S-seven… ah!… times,” I gasp out. Mr. Henderson’s eyes are wide. Liam slaps my ass—crack!—and I scream. “And you’re gonna meet me in the garage after this so I can do it again,” he whispers, biting my shoulder.

He pulls out and finishes all over my face, marking me. Then smack! A final slap to my cheek that makes me see stars. I collapse on the floor, my used pussy still pulsing, cum and milk leaking everywhere. Liam just walks away. I look up at Mr. Henderson, my face a mess. “So… yeah,” I pant, spreading my legs a little. “That’s basically how I became Old News. You, uh… you wanna go next?”