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

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Okay, bestie, so let me spill the tea on how I, Chloe Henderson, ended up as the household's permanent nudist and resident cum rag. No cap, it's a whole saga. It all started when I caught my husband, Marcus Thorne—he's like, 62 now, and I'm 37 but look 18, go figure—fucking our family friend's daughter, Lily Finch, in our bed. Lily’s 18, and honestly, I used to ship her with my oldest son, Jake. Iconic, right? Anyway, Marcus was like, "You're too old, Chloe," which is big yikes because my skin is literally flawless. So he made me strip, burned all my clothes, and said from now on, everyone calls me "The Relic."

So I'm standing there, totally naked, and my sons, Jake and Ben, just... look at me differently. No more "Mom." Just disgust and this dark hunger. Marcus tells them, "Someone needs to keep her pregnant so the milk doesn't stop." And that was that. They pushed me to my knees right there on the burnt fabric of my old life.

The first time Jake fucked me, I tried not to make a sound. He slapped me so hard, my vision went white. "Moan for me, Relic," he growled, shoving his dick into my dry pussy. It hurt, but... the pain started to feel like a current, you know? After a few weeks of them using me whenever, wherever, my brain just... broke. I got addicted. I needed a cock inside me every second. I'd beg to sleep in their beds just for the warmth, and they'd fall asleep with their dicks still buried in my cunt.

Now, here I am at a family BBQ, totally naked, my pussy dripping just from the memory. I'm trying to tell Lily's dad, Mr. Finch, my whole story, but my daughter, Sophia, keeps squeezing my tit to fill her glass with my milk. Oof! That pinch!

"See?" I gasp, my nipple throbbing. "This is my life now. I'm just The Relic, the human milk dispenser and fuck-toy." Just then, Jake walks by and lands a stinging slap on my ass. "Quit your yapping, Relic. Your stories are boring. Come find me after this. My dick needs your throat."

He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. "And don't call me 'motherfucker' again, you dumb slut." But I can't help it. As he walks away, I whisper, "...motherfucker." He turns and strides back, his hand connecting with my cheek in a sharp crack that makes my eyes water. The guests just laugh.

I turn back to a horrified Mr. Finch, a trickle of blood in my mouth from where my tooth cut my cheek. I give him a shaky, cum-drunk smile. "So, where was I? Right. The addiction. Honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way now. This dripping cunt and these full tits are all I'm good for, and fuck, does it feel good to be useful."