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

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Okay, so, bestie, I'm trying to spill the tea here, but my son—fuck, Ethan, I mean—he's just pounding my pussy from behind right now, no cap. And his brother, Liam, is over there, his dick in my mouth, making me gag. So, you gotta bear with me. It all started when I caught my husband, Marcus—he's like, 52, I'm 37 but look 18, period—fucking Lily. She's 18, was totally crushing on Liam, my oldest, but yeah, she chose Daddy. Iconic, right? Marcus looked me dead in the eye, said I was "too old," and made me strip. Burned all my clothes. Called me... "The Relic" from that day. Everyone does. Even my kids. Ooh, fuck! Ethan, right there! Yes!

So now, I'm "The Relic," always naked. Marcus divorced me, said I was disgusting for fucking other men... after he told me to get pregnant to keep making milk. The irony, sheesh. He only fucks Lily now, they're in love, it's actually kinda sweet. But me? My sons were the first to use me. Right after the clothes came off. Liam was so mad about Lily, he just... shoved his cock in me. Slapped me so I'd moan. And... oh God, I'm gonna... I'm cumming! Mmmmh!

Anyway... it broke me. Now? I'm addicted. I need a dick inside me 24/7. I pull pranks. Like last week, I went down on Liam while he was ordering at a drive-thru. He had to keep his voice steady. So fucking hot. After, he slapped me, fucked me raw in the backseat, came in my cunt, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again. It's our thing. I even call them my little motherfuckers as a joke. They hate it. Love it. I don't know.

Marcus and Lily are pregnant. I'm pregnant too—probably Ethan's. We're both showing. At family game night, I'm naked, they fondle my tits for milk, slap my ass, talk about how many times they've creampied me. I just laugh, make jokes. "The Relic's still good for something, right?" It's... a vibe. Aah! Sorry, Liam just came in my throat. Had to swallow.

So that's the tea. I'm "The Relic." This is my life. And honestly? Their cocks feel so good, I can't even think about being sad. Now, who's next? I need another one in me.