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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, bestie, let me spill the tea on this absolutely unhinged moment. Picture this: I'm fully, and I mean fully, naked, which is just my default state now. My sons, Ethan and Liam, are over, and they're in one of their moods. They’ve stopped calling me 'mom' ages ago—I’m just 'the Cunt' to everyone now, no cap.

So I’m trying to tell this story, right? About how their dad, Marcus—he’s like, 52, I was 18 when we married, it’s a whole thing—caught me sunbathing and just… took everything. All my clothes. Burned them. Said I was “chronologically expired” even though I still look 18, which is just… iconic logic. But I’m getting to the part where he told me, and I quote, “You need to keep getting pregnant. The household needs the milk.” And OMG, the irony of him divorcing me for fucking other men he told me to fuck still sends me.

Anyway, I’m narrating this while Ethan is behind me, his dick already buried to the hilt in my pussy, fucking me so hard my tits are bouncing. I have to pause because Liam slaps me right across the face—hard—making me gasp. “Don’t stop talking, Cunt,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. So I’m trying to continue, my voice all shaky, “A-and then he brought home S-Seraphina…” That’s New Girl. Sweet kid, actually. Kind to me. But Liam picks that moment to shove his cock deep down my throat, cutting me off. I’m gagging, tears in my eyes, as Ethan pounds my cunt relentlessly from behind.

I can feel them both getting close. Ethan’s slapping my ass, leaving handprints, and Liam is gripping my hair, forcing my head down. “You’re such a used-up slut,” Ethan grunts, and then he’s cumming, flooding my pussy with his seed. The feeling of that warm cum filling me up makes me moan around Liam’s dick. He pulls out of my mouth just to slap me again, then finishes all over my face, marking me. They both step back, and Liam rubs the last drops of his cum from his cock onto my cheek. “Pathetic,” he says, before delivering one final, stinging slap that snaps my head to the side. And honestly? After everything… that slap just feels like a period to the whole sentence. I’m left on my knees, dripping from both ends, my mind blissfully, addictively empty.