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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, I'm just gonna spill the tea, no cap. My name is Chloe. Well, was Chloe. Now, everyone just calls me the Has-Been. Iconic, right? I'm 37, but I look 18, which is, sheesh, the whole problem.

So, here I am, at a totally non-sexual family game night. My ex, Robert—he's 62, we married when I was 17, don't @ me—is cuddled up with his new girl, Lily. She's 19. They're playing Scrabble. Meanwhile, I'm fully naked, as per fucking usual, kneeling by the coffee table trying to tell you how I got here.

My son, Aiden—oof, sorry, just a sec—Aiden just walked by and squeezed my tit so hard my milk sprayed. Mmm, yeah, he bit the other one earlier, so it's… sensitive. Anyway, where was I? Right. Robert caught me crying about Lily. Said I was "too old." Took every stitch I owned and burned it. Told me if I wanted to stay warm, I could sleep in Aiden's bed. You can imagine what the rent was.

So, Aiden and his brother, Liam, started… using me. At first, I hated it. The slaps, the choking, them calling me Has-Been while their dicks were in my pussy. But then… my brain just broke, bestie. I got addicted. I needed it. Now, I can't go a second without a cock inside me. It's pathetic, I know.

Speaking of… oh, fuck, here comes Liam. He's got that look. He just grabbed my hair from behind—Aah! Yeah, just like that. He's pulling me up. "Spilling your sad story, Has-Been?" he growls in my ear. His hand is sliding between my legs, fingers pushing into my cunt, which is already dripping. "Tell them how many times I've filled this up."

I gasp, leaning back into him. "At least… a dozen times this week, you motherf—" SMACK! His palm cracks across my cheek. I see stars, but my pussy clenches around his fingers.

"Don't call me that," he snarls. But he's hard. I can feel his dick pressing against my ass. He shoves me face-down over the back of the couch. The Scrabble board rattles. Robert and Lily don't even look up.

Liam doesn't bother with foreplay. He just rams his cock into me, dry at first, then wet with my juices. It hurts so good. Each thrust punches a moan out of me. "This… is how… I ended up… here!" I manage to gasp out to you, my guest, as Liam pounds my pussy. He's slapping my ass, his balls slapping against my clit.

He leans down, bites my shoulder. "Meet me in the garage after this," he grunts, his breath hot. "Gonna make you swallow every drop." He pistons harder, faster. I'm gonna cum. I can feel it building. "And tell your friend," he says, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust, "that you're… just… a… fucking… Has-Been!"

He slams into me one last time, and I feel his cock pulse as he floods my pussy with cum. I scream, my own orgasm tearing through me. He pulls out, slaps my cum-dripping ass one more time, and walks away. I collapse on the couch, trembling, his seed already leaking down my thighs.

I look over at my daughter, Sophia. She sips from a glass of my breast milk she squeezed earlier, gives me a cold smile, and says, "See, Mom? That's what happens when you get old. I'm finding a rich husband next year."

And that, my dude, is the tea. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get railed in the garage. This Has-Been has needs.