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

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Eliza "Liza" Hartley, became the household's permanent free-use sex toy. It's a whole thing.

So, picture me, 37, looking like I just walked out of a college dorm, right? My husband, Arthur, 62—yeah, that age gap—caught me crying about him banging Chloe, our 18-year-old neighbor who was low-key obsessed with our son, Ben. Arthur just… snapped. He was like, “You’re too old for me, Liza.” Then he tore my clothes off. Right there in the kitchen. Burned them. Said I was ‘Leftover.’ That’s my name now. Just… Leftover.

The second I was naked, everything changed. My own son, Ben, who’s 19, stopped calling me mom. He just looked at my tits and said, “Get on your knees, Leftover.” He forced his dick down my throat while Arthur watched, then fucked my pussy raw on the floor. It was so rough, I was shook. He slapped my face the whole time so he wouldn’t have to see ‘mom.’ Came inside me, then wiped his cock on my face and slapped me again. I was a mess.

Arthur divorced me for “being a whore” but kept me here. The irony, period. He only fucks Chloe now—their love is actually kinda iconic, ngl—but he makes me get gangbanged at his parties to stay pregnant so my tits keep making milk. Everyone drinks it. Everyone. My own daughters, Hailey and Zoe, they twist my nipples to fill their glasses and slap my ass, calling me their servant. They’re being taught how to treat an “old” woman, I guess. Gotta marry young and stay a good little slut.

I fought it at first, but after so many cocks… my mind broke. Now? Oof, I’m addicted. I can’t stand a second without a dick inside me. I get so wet and frustrated. Like right now, at this boring family game night…

Hailey pinches my nipple hard, squeezing a stream of milk into her glass. “Tell the story, Leftover,” she smirks.

“So, anyway,” I continue, my voice shaky as Ben’s friend, Mark, runs a hand over my bare ass, “after the first party orgy, where I got spit-roasted and creampied by, like, six guys…” Mark’s fingers slip between my legs, rubbing my dripping cunt. I gasp. “…I just… needed it. I started teasing Ben. Called him a motherfucker as a joke, since, y’know…”

A hard slap cracks across my face from behind. Ben. “Shut up, Leftover,” he growls, his hand gripping my hair. He yanks my head back and spits in my open mouth. I moan, swallowing it, my tongue dancing. It’s the closest I get to a kiss.

“See you after this, whore,” Ben whispers, slapping my ass so hard I yelp. “My dick’s gonna wreck that used-up pussy.”

Arthur, cuddling with a pregnant Chloe on the couch, just laughs. “Good boy.” He looks at me, almost friendly. “You’re taking care of our son’s needs, Leftover. That’s your job now.”

And he’s right. My pussy is leaking just thinking about it. This is my life. I’m Leftover. The household fuck-toy and milk cow. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.