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

My Story Time:

Alright, bet. So, I’m gonna spill the tea on how I, Cassandra “Cassie” Finch, ended up as the household’s permanent naked furniture, AKA “The Relic.” No cap, it’s a whole saga.

So, picture this: my ex, Richard, is 62. I’m 37 but look 18, which is iconic and also the entire problem. He said I was “too old” after he started banging my son Liam’s childhood crush, Chloe—who’s 18 and still in high school, btw. When I confronted him? He tore my clothes off and burned them. Said since I was ‘used up,’ my only use was making milk and taking dick.

So now, here I am at a totally non-sexual family game night. I’m telling this to Richard’s business partner, Mr. Adler, while my son, Liam—Oof! Sorry, he just pinched my nipple hard to get a stream of milk into his glass. Tastes better than soda, apparently.

Anyway, after the clothes came off, the rules changed. Liam and his brother, Noah, stopped calling me ‘mom’ that same day. The first time Liam fucked me, he slapped me so I wouldn’t hold in my moans. And now? I’m low-key addicted. I can’t stand a single second without a cock in my pussy. The slaps, the choking… it’s all I think about.

Aah! Sorry, Noah just grabbed my ass and gave it a loud smack. “Looking thirsty, Relic,” he just whispered. “My room after this.” My cunt is literally dripping just hearing that.

My daughters, Sophia and Bella, are here too, learning from my example. They’ll twist my other nipple, drink my milk, and tell me to fetch them drinks. Richard says it’s so they learn to marry young and be good sluts while they’re still fresh. It’s… pragmatic, I guess?

The irony? Richard divorced me for fucking other men… which he ordered me to do. Now he and Chloe are genuinely in love, fucking everywhere, while I’m the party favor. But hey, New Girl Chloe convinced Richard to let me be part of non-sexual gatherings. So that’s my glow up: I get to be fondled and drink my own milk socially. She’s a real one for that.

Gotta go—Liam just called me a motherfucker. I laughed and called him one back. Big yikes. He backhanded me, then pulled my head back and spat right in my mouth. I had to savor it before swallowing. It’s the closest I get to a kiss anymore.

So that’s my tea. I’m “The Relic.” A used-up, milk-dispensing, cock-sleeve who’s never worn a stitch since. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is just how I provide for my family’s needs now.