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

My Story Time:

Okay, so you want the full tea on how I ended up like this? The name’s Sloane, by the way. Sloane Whitaker. But around here, they just call me “Leftovers.” Yeah, period. Oof, hang on—ah!

Sorry, that’s just my son, Ethan. His cock is just… fuck… so deep right now. He doesn’t like it when I talk too much. Slap! See? Told you. Anyway, where was I?

Right. So, I was 18, looked it, and married my husband, Robert. He was 48, a total DILF, no cap. We were happy, besties, fucking like rabbits. Had three kids: Ethan and Liam, my boys, and Chloe, my daughter. I was still breastfeeding our toddler when I caught Robert fucking our neighbor’s daughter, Elara. She’s 17, and they’re, like, genuinely in love. It’s iconic and also big yikes for me.

When I confronted him, Robert was all, “You’re too old, Sloane.” Me! Looking like I’m still in high school! He made me strip right there in the kitchen. Tore my clothes off and burned them. Said from now on, I’m just “Leftovers.” Everyone has to call me that. Even my kids.

The second I was naked, Ethan and Liam were on me. They shoved me over the counter and—ah! Shit, Liam, not so rough! Mmph… Sorry, Liam’s dick is in my mouth now. He’s making me suck him while Ethan fucks my pussy from behind. The spit-roast is… intense.

So, yeah. They started fucking me that day. Rough. Slapping my face, choking me, biting my tits ‘til I leaked milk. Robert’s rule: I have to stay pregnant so I always make milk for everyone. So they always cum inside me. Bareback. Every. Single. Time.

Ooh, I’m gonna… both of you, don’t stop… I’m cumming! FILL ME UP!

…Wow. Okay. So, that’s my life now. Robert divorced me but keeps me here. He only fucks Elara. I sleep in Ethan’s bed if I let him use me as a cocksleeve. My daughter Chloe slaps my tits and drinks my milk to “learn her place.” And Elara? She’s sweet. She got Robert to let me join movie nights. I’m still naked, guys still grope me and talk about fucking me, but we can joke around. I even call my boys “motherfuckers” as a little inside joke. They hate it. Slap!

So, that’s the tea. I’m “Leftovers.” A pregnant, milk-drenched fucktoy for my sons and any man Robert allows. And you know what? After a while… your mind just breaks. And all you crave is the next dick, the next slap, the next thick load pumping your womb full. Now, who’s next? I’m ready.