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

My Story Time:

(The story’s title and the Wife’s new degrading term will be: The Housemattress.)

Okay, so picture this. I’m on my knees in the living room, fully fucking naked—obviously—spilling the tea to our new neighbor, Mr. Henderson, about how I ended up as the household Housemattress. My pussy is literally dripping onto the hardwood, just from the emptiness, you know? It’s been, like, three hours since my son Liam last fucked me, and I’m aching for a cock inside me.

So I’m like, “It all started when I caught my husband, Charles—he’s 62, I’m 37, big yikes—fucking sweet little Emily next door. She’s 18, an actual angel, even to me now. Anyway, Charles took all my clothes, even sold my Audi, said he needed to erase the ‘iconic’ me. Now I’m just… this.”

Right then, my other son, Noah, walks by. He doesn’t even break stride. He just reaches down, his fingers digging into my tit, pinching my nipple hard. “Mmm!” I gasp, my story pausing as a sharp sting radiates through me. “See?” I continue, my voice shaking a little. “They just… help themselves. The rule is a cock in my cunt at all times, or I get like this—a leaky, pathetic mess.”

Noah leans down, his breath hot on my ear. “Keep talking, Housemattress. You’re just warming up my dick for later.” He gives my ass a sharp slap. “Ah!” I cry out, the sound echoing. My daughter, Chloe, walks in with Emily. Chloe looks at me, all cool dominance. “Don’t listen to her as your mother, Mr. Henderson. She’s the Housemattress. She exists to serve. Learn from her, Emily. Don’t end up like this when you’re old.”

The humiliation makes my clit throb. I’m so fucking wet. I feel a thick droplet slide down my inner thigh. “So, yeah,” I whisper, trying to finish. “I pull pranks, like hiding Liam’s game controller in my… Ooh!” Liam himself shoves two fingers into my pussy from behind, cutting me off. “Found it,” he growls. He spits into my open mouth. “You were saying, Housemattress?”

I swallow, the bitter taste making me moan. “I was saying… I love when you get mad. It means you’ll hate-fuck me senseless.” I look back at Mr. Henderson, whose pants are visibly tented. “And that’s the tea. I’m the Housemattress. And honestly? I’m fucking addicted to it.” Just then, Liam rams his cock into me, filling the emptiness in one brutal thrust. “Fuck! Yes! Ah! I’m cumming already!” I scream, my story completely forgotten as my body takes over.