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

My Story Time:

Okay, besties, spill the tea. No cap, my life is a whole-ass Lifetime movie, but like, make it spicy. So, I’m Lillian. 37, but I look like I just walked out of high school, period. My husband, Charles, is 52. We got together when I was 17. Iconic, right? We were that couple. Three kids—Liam, 19, Sophia, 16, and little Noah, still a toddler. I was the bougie stay-at-home wife, living my best life, breastfeeding Noah, thinking everything was perfect.

Then I found the texts. Charles and Elara. She’s 18, Sophia’s friend, and she’s had this massive, unspoken thing for Liam forever. I used to joke she was my future daughter-in-law. Big yikes. I confronted Charles, and he just… looked at me with this cold smile. He said I was “too old.” Me! Looking like this! He waited until I got out of the shower, took every single stitch of clothing—my entire wardrobe—and burned it in the backyard. Told me I didn’t deserve to wear clothes anymore. That from now on, everyone would call me “the Relic.”

The next part… oof. Liam walked in right after. He looked at me, fully naked, dripping wet, and his face just… hardened. He didn’t see his mom. He saw… something else. Charles just nodded at him and said, “She needs to stay pregnant. We all need her milk.” And then Liam… he just walked up to me and slapped me right across the face. It was so hard I saw stars. He didn’t say a word. He just pushed me against the wall, yanked my legs apart, and… fuck. He shoved his cock into my pussy, dry at first, it hurt so bad. He was choking me, slapping my tits, biting my nipples. I tried not to moan, I really did, but he’d slap my face every time I tried to stay quiet. “Moan for me, Relic,” he’d grunt. And I did. God, I did. He came inside me, a hot flood filling me up, and then he pulled out, rubbed his dirty cock all over my face, and slapped me again. “That’s for being a useless old bitch,” he said, and walked away.

That was just the beginning. Now? I’m always naked. I’m “the Relic.” Charles divorced me out of “disgust” for fucking other men… the men he makes me fuck. The irony is not lost on me, bestie. He and Elara are all lovey-dovey, fucking everywhere. I have to watch. Liam and his friends use me whenever they want. They drink my breast milk straight from the tap while they’re pounding my cunt. They always cum inside. I’m just a vessel. A milk cow and a warm hole.

But here’s the tea… after so long… my mind broke. I’m addicted. I need it. The rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of being full of cum. I crave it. So now, I play little games. Like last week, Liam was giving a presentation for his college class on Zoom. I crawled under his desk, pulled his cock out, and started sucking him off while he tried to talk about economics. He was trying so hard to stay composed, but I deep-throated him, gagging loudly on purpose. The professor was like, “Is everything okay, Liam?” And Liam just stammered, “Y-yeah, just… allergies.” Sheeeesh. After the call ended, he dragged me out by my hair, slapped me so hard my lip split, fucked my ass raw on his bedroom floor, came in my mouth, and then made me swallow before wiping the rest on my face and giving me another slap. “You humiliating slut,” he panted. And I just smiled up at him, my face covered in his cum. “Your tiny cock came out of this pussy, and now it’s big enough to wreck it,” I teased. “Your mommy’s so proud.”

Charles and Elara are pregnant now. A product of love. I’m pregnant too. Probably Liam’s. Just a product of breeding. A means to an end. But you know what? I’m okay. New Girl—Elara—she’s actually kind. She got Charles to let me join family game nights. I sit there naked, of course. The men fondle my tits and drink my milk, they slap my ass and joke about how many times they’ve creampied me. And I laugh along. I make jokes. I’ve embraced it. I’m the Relic. The old, used-up thing that somehow everyone still wants to fuck. It’s my happy ending. Now, if you’ll excuse me… Liam just got home, and he’s looking at me. Time for my next feeding. And honestly? I can’t fucking wait.