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

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. I’m, like, so fucking high right now, and I need to get this out. So, there I was, fully naked, obviously – my ex-husband, Marcus, a whole-ass 52-year-old finance bro, took all my clothes and sold them online after he started banging my son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. Yeah, the girl I used to call my future daughter-in-law. Iconic, right? I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. It’s my curse and my… well, it’s just my thing now.

So, I’m at this, like, totally non-sexual family gathering at Marcus’s boujee-ass house. I’m telling this story to Chloe’s dad, Robert, who’s low-key judging me but also can’t stop staring at my tits. My son, Jake – my oldest – he’s 19, and he’s standing right behind me, his hands all over my body like he owns it. Which, I mean, he kinda does now.

“So, after Marcus made me strip,” I start, trying to keep my voice steady as Jake’s fingers slide between my legs, “he said I was ‘too old.’ Me! Looking like this! The audacity, right?” Jake pinches my clit, hard, and I gasp, “Aah! Fuck, Jake…”

“Shut up and keep talking, Cumrag,” Jake mutters into my ear, using the degrading title they all call me now. It’s so fucking ironic, AF. He’s rubbing his cock against my ass, and I can feel my pussy getting wet just thinking about it. I’m so addicted to the rough stuff now, I can’t stand a single second without a dick inside me. I’m literally leaking down my thighs just from his fingers.

Robert takes a sip of his drink, his eyes glued to where Jake’s hand is working me open. “And the breast milk?” he asks, his voice a little thick.

“Oh, right! So, Marcus wanted me pregnant again to keep the milk flowing,” I moan as Jake suddenly bites down on my nipple, his teeth leaving a sharp mark as he suckles hard. The pull is intense, and a thin stream of milk trickles from the corner of his mouth. “For the whole household. It’s, like, farm-to-table vibes, but for… Ooh!”

Jake slaps my ass, the sharp crack making me jump. “Stop fucking moaning, Cumrag. You’re just the milk cow and the free-use hole. Tell him about the parties.”

My daughter, Sophia, walks by then, a smirk on her face. She’s 16 and took Marcus’s side immediately. She reaches out and gives my other nipple a vicious twist, squeezing a spurt of milk right into her empty glass. “Don’t forget your place, Cumrag,” she says sweetly. “You’re not our mom. You’re the household slave. This is how I’m learning not to end up like you.” She takes a dainty sip and walks off. Big yikes, but also… mood?

I take a shaky breath, Jake’s cock now pressing insistently at my entrance. “The parties… Marcus would host these private things. Chloe would be the main event, all loving and passionate with him. And I’d be the side piece for all the guys, including Jake and his friends. Gangbangs, spit-roasts… they’d all creampie me, one after another. Marcus divorced me out of ‘disgust’ for it.” I let out a shaky laugh. “The fucking irony, right? He made me do it!”

Jake’s had enough. He spins me around, his eyes dark. “You talk too much, motherfucker,” he growls, and I can’t help the grin that spreads on my face. I love calling him that. It’s our inside joke. He slaps me across the face for it, the sting bright and hot, and I cry out, “Aah!”

Before I can even recover, he’s lifting me up and slamming me down onto his cock, filling my desperate, empty pussy in one brutal thrust. “Oh, GOD, yes!” I scream, my story completely forgotten as he starts pounding into me, right there in the middle of the gathering. My head falls back, and I see Marcus across the room, gently kissing Chloe’s pregnant belly, a picture of genuine love. And all I can think is thank fuck this dick is inside me again. I’m gonna cum so hard. This is my life now, and I’m, like, weirdly at peace with it. Period.