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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, sit down because I’m about to spill the tea on how I, Chloe Everly, became the household milk cow. So, I’m at this boring-ass family game night, right? Fully naked, obviously. My husband, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—decided my clothes were “too old” for me and torched my entire wardrobe after I caught him fucking our son’s childhood friend, Lily. Iconic, right?

So I’m trying to tell you this story, and my son, Aiden, is like, right behind me. His hand is just… mmm… cupping my pussy from behind, his fingers sliding through my own slick because, I swear, I can’t go a second without a cock inside me anymore. It’s this desperate, aching need, and my cunt is just dripping down my thighs.

“So yeah,” I continue, my voice already shaky, “Robert made me have sex with Aiden and his friends to, quote, ‘keep the milk flowing.’” Just then, Aiden’s other hand pinches my nipple, hard, twisting it until a thin stream of my breast milk shoots out. He leans down and bites the other one, drinking straight from the tap. “Ah! Fuck, Aiden!” I gasp.

He pulls back, smirking. “Shut up, ‘Spoilage.’ Just tell your story.” That’s my name now. Spoilage. Because I’m the old, used-up thing nobody wants but everyone still uses. Robert came up with it. High-key brutal.

My daughter, Sophia, slaps my ass so hard it stings. “Yeah, Spoilage, hurry up. We need to hear how much of a slut you are so I know not to end up like you.” She’s 16 and already getting the message loud and clear.

Aiden’s fingers finally push inside me, and I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder. “So… ah!… after the first few gangbangs, Robert divorced me out of ‘disgust’ for fucking all these men… even though he made me do it. The irony is not lost on me, period.”

Aiden chuckles, his breath hot on my neck. “You love it though, don’t you, Spoilage? You’re addicted to my dick.” And then his fingers are gone, replaced by the thick, familiar head of his cock. He slams into me in one rough stroke, filling me completely. “Oh, god, yes!” I cry out, the stretch and burn immediately making my clit throb.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into my pussy, his hips slapping against my ass. “Keep talking,” he grunts, one hand fisting in my hair. So I try, between his thrusts. “And now… ah! ah!… Lily is pregnant with Robert’s baby, and I’m… oh fuck!… pregnant with… probably yours, Aiden… and my only job is to make milk… and take cock…”

He spits in my open mouth then, a thick, wet glob that I choke on before swallowing. “Good girl,” he says, before slapping my face. The sting mixes with the blinding pleasure coiling in my gut. I’m so close. “I’m gonna cum!” I scream, my body seizing as my pussy clenches around his dick. He groans, slamming deep, and I feel his hot cum flooding my cunt, filling me up. The second he pulls out, he turns me around, rubs his slick cock all over my face to mark me, and then delivers one final, ringing slap that sends me to the floor, spent and dripping, a puddle of used-up Spoilage.