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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? Fine. I’m Lila. Or… I was. Now they call me ‘Relic’. No cap, it’s iconic, right? Like, I’m 37, but look at me. I look like I could be my own kids’ hot older sister. That’s the whole gag.

So, picture it. My husband, Gregory—he’s 58, btw, married me right out of high school—is banging our son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. She’s 18. I found out, confronted him, and he was like, ‘You’re a used-up Relic, Lila. Time to retire the uniform.’ He made me strip, right there. Burned everything. I’ve been naked ever since.

Anyway, fast forward to now. I’m at a ‘family’ game night. Gregory and Chloe are cuddling on the love seat, whispering ‘I love yous’, it’s disgustingly sweet. And I’m… well.

Aah! Sorry, my son, Mark—he’s 19—just reached over from behind the couch and gave my ass a slap so hard I saw stars. ‘Stop slouching, Relic,’ he says, like it’s nothing. His hand is still cupping my cheek, his thumb digging into the cleft. My pussy is literally dripping onto the floor. I haven’t had a cock in it for… oh god, maybe two hours? It’s agony. I’m leaking milk, too, because I’m pregnant with Mark’s baby. Again.

So I’m trying to tell you how I got here, right? And my daughter, Sophia—16, total brat—walks up. ‘Mom—’ she starts, then smirks. ‘I mean, Relic. My glass is empty.’ She doesn’t mean water. She grabs my tit, her nails pinching my nipple hard, and twists. I gasp, my back arching, as a stream of warm milk shoots into the glass she’s holding. ‘Good girl,’ she says, patting my head. ‘Remember, this is how you don’t end up. Stay young, stay useful.’ She saunters off.

Mark leans in, his breath hot on my neck. ‘After this, you’re meeting me in my room, Relic. I’m gonna fuck that used-up cunt until you can’t walk.’ He says it loud, for the whole room. Gregory laughs and nods, like he’s approving a grocery list.

Mmm… Oof, okay, Mark’s other hand just slid between my legs from behind, two fingers pushing into my soaked pussy. I can’t help it, I grind back against his hand. ‘See?’ Mark announces to the room. ‘Even just talking about it makes this slut drip. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve creampied her this week.’

I’m so fucking empty and full at the same time. My clit is throbbing against his palm. I’m a Relic, but god, I just need to be filled. ‘You’re such a… motherfucker, Mark,’ I pant, the old joke slipping out.

WHAP! His open palm connects with my cheek, snapping my head to the side. The sting mixes with the deep, aching need between my legs. ‘I’m not your mother,’ he growls, his fingers curling inside me, making me cry out. ‘I’m your owner. Now be quiet and finish your story.’ He leaves his fingers buried in me as a reminder. So, yeah. That’s the tea. I’m the household Relic. And honestly? I’m fucking thirsty for more.