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

My Story Time:

So, okay, bestie. Spill the tea, no cap. It all started when I, Emily Hayes, caught my husband, Richard, fucking our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe. I was 37, had just had our third kid—a toddler I was still breastfeeding—and Richard, who was 52, looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re too old, Emily. A dried-up old cow.” The audacity, right? I still look 18! He waited until I was out of the shower, took every single stitch of clothing I owned—my whole boujee wardrobe—and had it all auctioned off. “From now on,” he said, “everyone calls you Has-Been.”

Period. That was my new name. Has-Been. Iconic, right? High-key degrading, but low-key… fitting, I guess. He moved Chloe, who’s 18, into our bedroom that same night. I was left in the hallway, fully naked, my tits still leaking milk for the baby.

That’s when my oldest son, Jason, who’s 19, walked out of his room. He didn’t even look at my face. He just looked at my body, his dick already hard in his sweats. “You heard Dad,” he said, his voice cold. “You’re just a Has-Been now. Get in here.”

He didn’t ask. He grabbed my arm, yanked me into his room, and the second the door closed, he slapped me across the face. I gasped, and he did it again. “Don’t look at me, Has-Been,” he growled, shoving me onto the bed. I felt his hands roughly spread my legs, and then his cock, already slick with pre-cum, shoved into my pussy with no warning. Oof, sheesh. It hurt, but… god, it was so full.

He fucked me like he hated me, choking me while he rammed into me, slapping my tits so hard they jiggled. “This is all you’re good for now,” he panted, biting my nipple until I cried out, a sharp spray of breast milk hitting his chin. He just lapped it up, kept fucking me. “Just a fucking milk cow.”

When he came, he slammed deep and held me there, pumping his cum straight into my womb. “Gotta keep you pregnant,” he grunted. “Gotta keep the milk flowing for the house.” Then he pulled out, slapped my ass so hard I saw stars, and rolled over. “You can sleep here for warmth. But if you wake me up, I’m fucking you again.”

And that… that was my first night as Has-Been. And you know what? After a few weeks of Jason and his friends using me like that, in gangbangs where I’d have one cock down my throat and another in my pussy until I couldn’t breathe… my mind just broke. In a good way. Now? Ooh, yes, just like that… fuck… Now, all I can think about is cock. I’m addicted. I need it.

So now I pull pranks. Like last week, Jason was giving a presentation for his college class over Zoom. I waited until he was mid-sentence, then crawled under his desk and took his whole dick in my mouth, deep-throating him on camera. His voice cracked so bad! The second he ended the call, he slapped me, called me a slut, bent me over his desk, and fucked my dripping cunt raw. And when he came inside me again, he wiped his messy cock all over my face, marking me, then slapped me once more for good measure. “My Has-Been,” he said.

And I just smiled, my face covered in his cum. Because he’s right. I am. And I’ve never been happier. Now, who’s next? I’m ready.