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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I ended up like this. So, I’m fully naked, obviously, at this boujee-ass family gathering, trying to tell you, the new guy, my whole story. My name used to be Chloe, Chloe Bennett, but now? Everyone just calls me "The Relic."

It all started when my husband, Arthur—he's 62, I'm 37 but look, like, 18, no cap—caught me catching him with our family friend, Lily. She's 19 and was totally supposed to be with my oldest son, Ethan. Iconic, right? Arthur was like, "You're too old, Chloe," and just… took my clothes. All of them. Burned them. Said if I was gonna act like a jealous bitch, I could look the part of a discarded one.

So, I'm standing here, telling you this, and my son, Ethan— Ooh! Aah! Sorry, Ethan just pinched my nipple so hard. Yeah, he's right behind me, drinking my milk straight from the tap while I talk. He does that. Says it's refreshing. Mmm. And my daughter, Sophia, is over there, sipping my breast milk from a champagne flute she just squeezed into. She slaps my ass and goes, "Hurry up and finish your story, Relic. I have homework."

Right, so. After the clothes thing, Arthur moved Lily into our bedroom. I had to beg Ethan to let me sleep in his bed. Every. Night. In exchange for… you know. The first few times he fucked me, I tried not to moan. Big yikes. He’d slap my face until I screamed. Now? Now I can't go a second without a dick in me. I’m leaking just thinking about it… and talking to you. See?

Arthur even divorced me, out of "disgust" that I was sleeping around… which he literally ordered me to do to stay pregnant and keep producing milk. The irony is not lost on me, bestie.

And now, here we are. Lily—bless her kind heart—convinced Arthur to let me be part of "family time" again. So I get to stand here, naked, while Ethan drinks from one tit and my other son, Jake, fondles my pussy, telling everyone how many times he came inside me this week. I usually joke back, like, "Your aim is getting better, motherfu—" Aah!

Sound of a sharp slap.

Yeah, he hates when I call him that. Reminds him he's fucking his mom. Anyway, they’ll tell me to meet them in the garage after this. For… maintenance. So, you wanna be next? My mouth’s free. Just don't forget to spit in it when you're done. It's the closest I get to a kiss.