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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, so I’m just gonna spill the tea on how I ended up here, okay? It’s a whole thing. So, picture this: I’m at a family game night. I’m, like, 37, but I look 18, no cap. But my ex, Silas, he’s 62, and he’s over there with his new girl, Chloe, who’s, like, legit 18. They’re all cuddled up playing Monopoly and I’m just…here. Fully naked, obviously. That’s my name now, by the way. “Has-Been.” That’s what everyone calls me. Even my own kids.

So I’m trying to tell Mr. Henderson—he’s Chloe’s dad—my whole saga, right? How Silas caught me with his golf buddy and lost his shit, even though he was the one cheating first with Chloe. The irony, sheesh. He took all my clothes and burned them. Said I was “too old.” The audacity, when I literally look like a college freshman!

Anyway, I’m mid-sentence, and my son, Jason—he’s 19—just reaches over from the couch and starts squeezing my tit. Hard. Like, OW! He’s just talking to his sister about his car, totally casual, while his thumb is digging into my nipple. “You’re leaking, Has-Been,” he says, not even looking at me. And I am. My milk is just…dripping. My pussy is, too, because it’s been, like, two hours since anyone used it and I’m literally shaking I need a dick inside me so bad.

So I’m trying to keep talking to Mr. Henderson, I’m like, “And then Silas said—” and Jason pinches my nipple and twists. Aah! Fuck! Mmm, okay, sorry. So, yeah, he twists it and a little spray of milk hits the coffee table. Chloe’s dad just smirks and says, “My daughter says you make better milk than the organic stuff.” I’m so embarrassed, but also my clit is throbbing? It’s so messed up.

Then my other son, Kyle, slaps my ass from behind. Whack! It stings so good. “Stop hogging the milk, J,” he says. “Dad’s thirsty.” And Silas, my actual ex-husband, just winks at me from across the room, his hand up Chloe’s skirt. He goes, “Bring it here, Has-Been. In a glass.” So I have to kneel by the table and squeeze my own breast into a tumbler while everyone watches. My fingers are trembling, my nipples are so hard and sore, and I can feel how wet my cunt is, just dripping down my thighs. Kyle leans down and whispers in my ear, “After this, you’re coming to my room. I’m gonna fuck that used-up pussy ‘til you remember how to be quiet.” And then he bites my shoulder!

I gasp, and Silas laughs. “She loves it,” he says to Mr. Henderson. “Tell him how many times the boys have creampied you this week, Has-Been.” I’m bright red, but I’m also nodding, because it’s true. I’m addicted. I need it. I open my mouth to answer, and Jason spits in it. I have to swallow it, this gross warm spit, and it’s the closest thing to a kiss I’ve had in months. I moan, I can’t help it. “See?” Silas says, like he’s proven a point. He takes the glass of my milk and drinks it, never looking away from Chloe. And I’m just kneeling here, empty, aching, waiting for the game to be over so Kyle can ruin me. And the fucked-up part? I can’t wait. Period.