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

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Okay, besties, so buckle the fuck up because I’m about to spill the tea on my life right now. No cap, it’s a whole mess, but like… a hot mess? I don't even know anymore.

So, my name was Lily. Emphasis on was. My husband, Robert – he’s 48, for the record, I’m 37 but look, like, 18, it’s a whole thing – caught me crying about his affair with our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and the girl my oldest son, Jake, has been in love with since forever. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law as a joke! The irony is not lost on me, period.

So I confront Robert, and he just… stares at me. He goes, “Lily, you’re too old. Chronologically. It’s just a number, but it’s the only one that matters to me now.” Then, while I’m standing there in just a towel after my shower, he walks into our closet and starts pulling out all my clothes. Dresses, lingerie, everything. He just piles it all up in the living room. I’m like, “What are you doing?” And he’s so calm, he’s like, “You don’t need these anymore. From now on, everyone will call you ‘The Relic’.” And then he lit a match. Poof. My entire wardrobe, gone. My new name is The Relic. Iconic, right?

So I’m standing there, fully naked, shaking, and that’s when Jake walks in. He looks at me, looks at my husband, and doesn’t even call me mom. He just says, “So it’s true then.” And Robert nods and goes, “She needs to stay pregnant to keep producing milk for the household. You know what to do.” And Jake… oh fuck, Jake just walks over to me, his eyes totally cold, and slaps me right across the face. I gasped, my cheek stinging, and he grabbed my hair. “You heard him, Relic,” he growled. That was the moment. That was when he stopped being my son.

He shoved me onto the couch and… okay, sheesh, I’m getting fucked right now by him, so bear with me. Ooh, yes, right there… fuck… He’s pounding into my pussy from behind, his dick is so deep, and he’s slapping my ass, my back, pulling my hair. He’s whispering, “You’re just a used-up slut now, Relic. Take it.” And I’m trying not to moan, but he slaps my face again to make me scream. He wants everyone to hear. He’s going to cum inside me, I can feel it, he always does. They all do. It’s to keep me pregnant, to keep the milk flowing. Robert watches sometimes while he fucks Chloe on the other couch, telling her he loves her. It’s… it’s a lot.

After Jake finishes, he’ll pull out and rub his dripping cock all over my face, marking me, then slap me again and tell me to get lost. And the fucked-up part? After weeks of this… my mind broke. I got addicted to it. The rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of being full. Now, I crave it. So sometimes, I pull little pranks. Like last week, Jake was giving a presentation for a school project over video call. I crawled under his desk and started sucking his dick while he tried to talk about economics. He was trying so hard to stay composed, but I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. The second that call ended, he dragged me out by my hair, slapped me so hard I saw stars, and fucked me raw against his desk. And after he came inside me, I looked up at him, his cum leaking down my thigh, and I joked, “What’s wrong? The tiny dick that came out of my womb isn’t so tiny anymore, huh? It’s big enough to go back in.” He got so angry, he fucked me again even harder. And you know what? I loved it. I’m The Relic. I’m their fucktoy. And honestly? I’m finally happy.