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

My Story Time:

Alright, bet. Spill the tea? Strap in, bestie. So here I am, fully fucking naked, obviously, my tits bouncing as my son, Ethan—yeah, that Ethan, the one I pushed out of this cunt—is currently railin’ me from behind. Oof, yes, right there! God, his cock feels so big filling me up… Anyway, so I was trying to tell my old friend Chloe, who’s looking at me like I’ve got three heads, how I got here. It all started when my husband, Marcus—he’s like, sixty-fucking-three, I was eighteen when he put a ring on it—caught me crying about his side piece, Lily. He was like, ‘You’re ancient, Sarah. A hag.’ And then he just… took my clothes. All of them. Burned them. Said if I wanted to stay, I’d earn my keep.

So, my new name? ‘Dusty.’ Yeah, period. Because I’m ‘old and used up.’ Iconic, right? Anyway, Marcus stops fucking me, moves Lily into our bed, and tells Ethan and his friends I’m there to… uh, service them. To keep me pregnant so I make milk. Mmm, yes, Ethan! Harder, you motherfucker!

Aah! Sorry, he just slapped my face for calling him that. Totally worth it. So yeah, Ethan and his boys started using me. At first, I hated it. But then… my brain just broke, okay? I got addicted. I need a dick in me constantly. I can’t stand a single second without one. My pussy just leaks thinking about it. Like right now. It’s dripping down my thighs while he pounds me.

So now, at family game night? I’m ‘Dusty,’ the naked milk dispenser. The men grab my tits, twist my nipples ‘til milk squirts, slap my ass, and brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. And I just laugh and make jokes about it. My own daughters, Hannah and Zoe, they pinch my clit and call me their servant. It’s their ‘training.’ Lily, sweet Lily, she got Marcus to at least let me sit with them. So here I am. Spilling my trauma while my son breeds me. Don’t be jealous, Chloe. It’s a… lifestyle.

Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Ethan, don’t stop! Fill me up! Yes! Just like that! I’m cumming! Aah! …And that, ladies, is the tea. Now, who’s next? I’m still empty.