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

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie, buckle the fuck up. I'm about to spill all the tea. I'm, like, totally naked right now, which is my default setting these days. Everyone just calls me "Leftovers." Yeah, period. No cap, it's iconic.

So, how did I get here? Let me paint the picture. I'm Lila Vance. Married to Henry, this older, boujee-as-hell businessman when I was barely legal. Had our boys, Ethan and Leo, and our little girl, Chloe. We were that picture-perfect family, low-key goals. Henry and I fucked like rabbits, I swear. I was always pregnant or lactating, which he was obsessed with. My body still looks 18, no wrinkles, no cap.

Then I caught him with our neighbor's daughter, Lily. She's 18, still in high school, and they were, like, genuinely in love. It was a whole thing. When I confronted him, he just… didn't even get mad. He was like, "You're 37, Lila. You're just… old." And then he told me to take off my clothes. Every single piece. He burned my entire wardrobe in the backyard. Said from now on, I was just "Leftovers." Something everyone had already had, you know?

So, here I am. Fully. Naked. Forever. The second my clothes were gone, Ethan, my oldest—ooh, fuck, right there, Ethan!—yeah, he just… walked up and slapped me across the face. Hard. Aah! And then he shoved his dick in my pussy right there in the kitchen. No warning. He didn't call me mom. Just "Leftovers." He fucked me so rough, choking me, spitting in my mouth—MMM MMM MMM—and I hated it at first, I swear I did. But after a while, after all the parties where Henry would have his friends and our sons just… use me… something broke.

I got addicted. I need a cock inside me 24/7. I can't stand a single second without one. My pussy is literally dripping right now just thinking about it. So now, at these little "family gatherings," I just stand here while everyone fondles me. Henry and Lily are cuddling on the couch, being all cute, and my sons will just come up, squeeze my tits to get milk—Aah! God, Leo, that pinches!—drink it straight from the nipple, slap my ass, and brag about how many times they've creampied me this week.

"Meet me in my room after this, Leftovers," Ethan just whispered, biting my nipple so hard. Ooh! And then he slapped my face again. Aah! See? They love it when I call them motherfuckers. It's our little inside joke. Because they are. Literally.

And my daughter, Chloe? She's 16. She slaps my ass too and tells me to make her a sandwich. Henry says it's so she learns not to end up like me—a used-up "Leftovers." She needs to find a good guy young and be his perfect little slut forever. It's… it's just how it is now.

So, that's my story. I'm the household milk dispenser and free-use fuckhole. And honestly? After that last slap… I'm so fucking wet. I can't wait for this gathering to be over so Ethan can wreck me again. Don't judge me. You have no idea how good it feels to finally be full.