My Steamy Story: Sex with: Multiple men and one woman ...

My Story Time:

Okay, besties, buckle the fuck up because this tea is piping hot and my current situation is… well, it’s a lot. My name’s Chloe, but literally nobody calls me that anymore. Not since my husband, Marcus—who’s like, 48, by the way, and married me when I was barely 18—decided I was “too old” at 37. The irony, right? I still look 18, no cap. But he caught me sunbathing naked after I found his texts with Lily—she’s 17, still in high school, and used to have this whole unspoken thing with our oldest son, Ethan—and he just… took everything. Every stitch. Said, “You don’t need these anymore, Old News.” That’s my name now. Old News. Period.

So now I’m permanently, fully naked. And I mean fully. The only thing covering me is… well, the cum. Marcus loves me coated in it, says it’s my new outfit. Oof. And he doesn’t fuck me anymore. He’s too busy with Lily, who moved into our bedroom. I can hear them right now, actually. He’s fucking her so gently, telling her he loves her, and she’s moaning his name. Meanwhile, I’m in here with Ethan and his brother, Jake.

Ethan just finished in my mouth—I had to swallow, sheesh—and now Jake is slamming his dick into my pussy from behind, his hand around my throat. “You’re just a hole, Old News,” he grunts, his other hand slapping my ass hard. I gasp, my body jolting. “This tiny dick came out of you, mom,” he snarls, hitting my face. “Now it’s gonna fill you back up.” The burn is… iconic. I’m addicted, no cap. After all the gangbangs at Marcus’s parties, my mind just broke. Now all I think about is cock.

Jake bites my nipple hard, and a spray of my breast milk hits his chin. He sucks it right off, then slams back into me. “Gonna get you pregnant again, Old News,” he grunts. “We all need your milk.” I can feel him swelling—oh fuck, I’m gonna… “YES! Breed me!” I scream, my own climax ripping through me as his hot cum floods my cunt. He pulls out, slaps my cum-dripping face, and rubs his wet cock all over it. “Marking my property,” he says, then hits me again. “Now go beg Dad to let you sleep in my bed tonight.” As I stumble out, I see Marcus and Lily cuddling on the couch, her head on his chest. She mouths ‘sorry’ to me between her soft, happy sighs. My heart should break, but all I feel is my used, dripping pussy aching for the next dick. It’s the only thing that feels real anymore.