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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? Buckle up, because this is a whole fucking journey. My name’s Chloe, and I’m the family milk cow.

So, there I was, 37 but still looking like a fucking college freshman, right? My husband, Richard—he’s 58, a whole-ass DILF when we married at 18—caught me crying over texts to his new girl, Amelia. She’s 18, btw, and used to crush on my oldest, Jake. The whole thing was messy as fuck.

Richard didn’t even yell. He just looked at me all disappointed and was like, “You’re too old for this, Chloe. Time’s up.” Then he told me to strip. Like, for real. I was sobbing, but I did it. He took every stitch, even my heels, and donated it all. Said from now on, my name was ‘Leftovers’. Iconic, right? Because I’m ‘old news’. The fucking irony, since I’m still baby-faced AF.

That same night, my boys, Jake and Ben, they… changed. Stopped calling me mom. Jake just walked up, slapped me right across the face—Ah!—and said, “On your knees, Leftovers.” And I… I did. They used me right there on the living room floor. It was rough, so rough. Choking me, spitting in my mouth, biting my tits until milk just sprayed out. They’d cream pie me and then slap me again when they were done. I hated it. I fought it. I tried to hold in the moans.

But after a few weeks of that, plus the gangbangs at Richard’s parties where I was just a free-use hole for his friends… something broke. Or woke up. Now? Oof. Now I can’t stand a single second without a dick in me. I’m addicted. The slaps, the spit, the way my own sons pound my cunt like they hate me—it’s all I think about.

So, here I am now, at a totally non-sexual family BBQ, fully naked, my pussy just dripping because it’s been a whole ten minutes without a cock. I’m trying to tell you all this, and my daughter, Zoe, is squeezing my tit into a glass for milk, and—

Ah!

Sorry, Jake just slapped my ass so hard. “Shut up and pour, Leftovers,” he says, bragging to his friend about how many times he came in me this week. And I just laugh, because what else can I do? I’m the household fuck-toy and milk dispenser. My ex-husband is in love with a teenager, my sons are motherfuckers—literally, I call them that to their faces and get slapped for it—and my only purpose is to stay pregnant so my tits never run dry.

It’s a vibe. A really, really fucked up one. But honestly? Don’t stop. Please. I need it.