My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story while ge...

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So, okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how my whole life got flipped-turned upside down. I'm Chloe, and I was the perfect little housewife, okay? Married my husband, Richard, when I was barely 18 and he was, like, 48. Iconic age-gap romance, or so I thought. We had kids right away—my oldest son, Jake, is 19, and my youngest is still a toddler, which is why, you know, the girls were still producing milk. Richard loved my body, said I still looked 18 even at 37, no cap. We had sex all. The. Time.

Then I found out about his affair with Lily, this sweet 18-year-old who was supposed to be Jake's future girlfriend. The confrontation was… a lot. Richard just looked at me, all calm, and was like, "You're too old, Chloe. Chronologically. It's over." Then he took all my clothes. Every single piece. I was coming out of the shower, and he just… took them. My entire wardrobe, donated. He said from now on, everyone would call me "Hand-Me-Down." Because I was "used up." The irony, right? Since I'm literally standing here looking like a teenager.

The minute I was fully naked, everything changed. Jake stopped calling me mom. He just looked at me with this disgust… and this hunger. That same day, he slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars, shoved me against the wall, and fucked me for the first time. It was so rough. He choked me while he pounded into my pussy from behind, his other hand twisting my nipple until I cried out. "Shut up, Hand-Me-Down," he grunted, slapping my ass. He came deep inside me, then pulled out and rubbed his dripping cock all over my face before slapping me again. "That's so you remember what you are."

It became our new normal. I had to beg to sleep in his bed for warmth, and the price was his dick in my mouth or my cunt every night. He'd fall asleep with it inside me. I fought it at first, tried not to moan, but the slaps and the choking… they broke me. Now? Oof, I'm addicted. I crave it. The pain, the stretch, the feeling of his cum filling me up. I even pull cheeky pranks now. Just last week, I visited him at his college campus, fully naked and still leaking his cum from earlier. He was talking to a professor, and I just got on my knees under the table and started sucking his dick. He tried to keep his composure, but I deep-throated him until he gagged me. Sheesh, the look on his face! As soon as we were alone, he slapped me, fucked me raw in an alley, came inside me again, wiped his cock on my face, and slapped me once more for humiliating him. And honestly? It was the best I'd felt all week.

Richard just watches it all happen while he fucks Lily on the couch. They're in love, he says. He even divorced me out of "disgust" for sleeping with our son… the one he made me sleep with to get pregnant and keep my milk flowing. The whole household drinks from my tits now. It's my only purpose. Lily’s pregnant too now, and she’s kind to me, mouthing "sorry" between her moans. She even got Richard to let me join family game nights. I sit there naked, making jokes while the men fondle me and talk about how many times they've creampied me. I just laugh and lean into it. What else can I do? My mind's gone. All I think about is the next dick, the next slap, the next thick load painting my insides. It’s the only thing that feels real anymore.