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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? Ugh, fine. I’m Celeste. Or, well, I was Celeste Harper. Now everyone just calls me the Relic. Yeah, no cap, it’s iconic. It means something old and useless. Ironic, right? Because my husband, Robert – he’s 62, btw, I’m 37 but look 18, slay – said I was “too old” when he started fucking our son’s childhood friend, Lily. She’s 18. Still in high school. So Robert took all my clothes and burned them. Said if I wanted to stay in his house, this was my new role. The household Relic.

So here I am, at a totally non-sexual family game night, just vibing. Completely naked, obvi. My pussy is literally dripping down my thigh because it’s been, like, two hours since a cock was inside me and I’m so fucking addicted now. Robert and Lily are cuddled up on the loveseat, being adorable. My son, Ethan – don’t call him my son, he’d slap me – is behind me, his hand groping my ass while he talks to his friend Mark.

“So, Mark,” Ethan says, his fingers digging into my cheek. “The Relic here was just telling you how she got this way. Weren’t you?” He gives my ass a hard smack. I gasp, my back arching.

“Aah! Yeah… so, after the clothes were gone, Robert told me I needed to… oh, fuck…” I moan as Ethan’s other hand slips between my legs, two fingers sliding easily into my soaked cunt. “He told me I needed to get pregnant again to keep making milk. So he had Ethan and his friends… use me.”

Mark is staring, his eyes wide. Ethan chuckles, his fingers curling inside me. “She loved it. Couldn’t get enough. Now she begs for it.” He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. “Don’t you, you thirsty little Relic?”

“Mmm, yes,” I whimper, pushing back against his hand. My nipples are so hard, beads of milk already forming. My daughter, Chloe, walks over with a glass. Without a word, she pinches my left nipple, hard, twisting it until a stream of milk squirts into the glass. The sharp pain makes me cry out, but it mixes with the pleasure from Ethan’s fingers. “Ooh! See? I’m just the family milk cow now.”

Chloe slaps my other ass cheek. “Shut up, Relic. Make yourself useful.” She takes her glass and walks away.

Ethan pulls his wet fingers out of my pussy and brings them to my lips. I suck them clean, tasting myself. “Such a slut,” he says, then pulls my hair back. “Open.” I do, and he spits a thick, nasty loogie right into my mouth. I choke a little but swallow it, moaning. It’s the closest I get to a kiss anymore. He slaps my face right after. “Good girl. Now, finish your story. Tell Mark how many times I’ve creampied you this week.”

I look at Mark, my face stinging, my body on fire. “Seven. No, eight? I lose count. He fucks me so rough, slaps me, chokes me… and I need it. I can’t stand a single second without a cock in my cunt or my mouth. It’s… it’s all I think about.”

Ethan smirks, unzipping his pants. “Since you’re being so honest.” He slaps my ass again, hard. “Bend over the table, Relic. Show Mark how a real motherfucker treats you.”

“Yes… motherfucker,” I purr, earning another sharp slap to the face that makes my eyes water. But I’m smiling as I bend over, presenting my dripping pussy and red, marked ass. I feel the broad head of his cock press against my entrance. “Mmm, tell Lily I said thanks for convincing Robert to let me come to game night.”

Then he slams into me, filling me in one brutal thrust. “Aah! FUCK! YES!” I scream, the table rattling. My story can wait. All that matters is this cock splitting me open, the slap of his hips against my sore ass, and the knowledge that when he’s done, someone else will probably take a turn. And I’ll thank them for it. Period.