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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, pull up a chair and let me spill the tea on how I, Chloe Beaumont, ended up as the family’s permanent party favor, AKA “The Hand-Me-Down.” No cap, the irony of the name is iconic, because I look 18 on a bad day, but my ex-husband, Gregory—who’s 52, BTW—decided I was “too old” and “used up” the second he started fucking our son’s childhood crush, Elara Vance. She’s 18 and still in high school, but he calls her his “good little teenager” like it’s the highest compliment. It’s a whole thing.

So, here’s the scene right now: I’m fully naked, obviously, kneeling on the living room rug during a totally “non-sexual” game night. My son, Liam—yeah, that Liam—has his dick buried to the hilt in my pussy from behind while I’m trying to tell this story to Gregory’s business partner, Mr. Thorne. Liam’s not gentle. He’s slamming into me, his balls slapping against my clit, and his hand is fisted in my hair, yanking my head back.

“So, Gregory made me strip right there in the kitchen,” I gasp out, my words breaking as Liam pounds me. “Ooh! Fuck, right there… He donated all my clothes and told me my only job was to get pregnant so my tits would keep making milk for everyone. Aah! And I was so mad, but also… Mmm… so fucking horny? Like, my pussy was dripping just from the humiliation.”

Liam spits on my face. “Shut up and take it, Hand-Me-Down,” he grunts, his thrusts getting rougher, making my tits jiggle. My daughter, Sophia, walks by and gives my ass a hard slap. “Make yourself useful and squeeze some milk for my drink, slut,” she says, and I have to reach up and pinch my own nipple, aiming the thin stream of breast milk into her waiting glass. The sharp twist sends a jolt right to my throbbing cunt.

“See?” I moan to Mr. Thorne, who’s just watching, his cock hard in his pants. “This is my life now. Gregory only fucks Elara—they’re in love, it’s actually really sweet—so he lets Liam and his friends use me whenever. And I’m… I’m so addicted to it. I can’t stand a single second without a cock in me. It’s like… Aah! Aah! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!”

My body seizes as the orgasm rips through me, my cunt clenching around Liam’s dick. He slaps my ass, hard. “Disgusting,” he snarls, but he’s pumping his own load deep inside me, filling me up. He pulls out, and before I can catch my breath, he grabs his slick cock and rubs it all over my face, marking me with his cum. Then smack—a final, stinging slap to my cheek that sends me sprawling to the floor, exhausted and dripping.

I look up at Mr. Thorne from the floor, cum leaking from my mouth and pussy. “So,” I pant, giving him a wobbly smile. “You wanna be next? I’m always available. Period.”