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

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie, spill the tea? I’m Petal—or, as everyone calls me now, “Yesteryear.” No cap, it’s iconic. My ex, Robert—he’s like, sixty-something now, a total DILF, no lie—married me when I was eighteen and I was his happy little housewife. We had three kids: Liam, who’s 19, Chloe, 17, and baby Noah. I look like I could be their sister, period.

So, Robert starts fucking our son Liam’s childhood crush, Emily. She’s 18, still in high school, and she moves in. I confront him, and he’s like, “You’re too old, Yesteryear.” Then he rips my clothes off, burns them, and says I have to stay naked to “remind everyone” I’m used up. The ultimate glow down, sheesh.

Now, here’s the tea. I’m at a family BBQ, totally naked, my pussy is dripping because I haven’t had a dick inside me for a whole hour, and I’m trying to tell my story to Robert’s business partner, Mr. Davies. My daughter Chloe slaps my ass hard and goes, “Shut up, Yesteryear, and make me a drink.” So I’m squeezing my own tit, milk streaming into a glass, when Liam walks over.

He grabs my other breast, his fingers pinching my nipple so hard, and bites down. I gasp, “Ah! Fuck, Liam!” He drinks straight from me, then slaps my face. “Don’t call me that, Yesteryear. I fucked you six times yesterday. Remember?” He’s bragging to Mr. Davies, who’s just staring at my leaking cunt. Liam whispers in my ear, “Meet me in the garage after this. I’m gonna fill you up again.” Then he spits right in my open mouth—a thick, nasty loogie—and I have to swallow it. It’s so gross, but my clit throbs. I’m so fucking addicted.

I turn back to Mr. Davies, my voice shaky. “So, as I was saying… after Robert divorced me for fucking other men—which he made me do—my mind just… broke. Now I need it. I need a cock in my pussy every second or I feel empty.” Just then, Robert himself walks by, gives my ass a friendly but hard slap, and hocks another loogie into my mouth. I choke a little, then laugh. It’s our thing now. We’re cool like that.

Chloe yanks my hair. “This is what happens when you get old, Yesteryear. This is why I’m marrying young. I’ll never end up a naked milk-cow like you.” She twists my nipple again, and I moan, my knees buckling. My story will have to wait. Liam’s waiting in the garage, and my pussy is begging for his cock. I can’t even think straight anymore. All I know is I need to be fucked, hard, and I need it now.