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

My Story Time:

So, bestie, let me spill the tea. My name’s Amelia, but no one calls me that anymore. Now, they all call me “Leftovers.” Yeah, I know. Big yikes. It started after I caught my husband, Marcus—he’s 48, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—banging our family friend, Lily. She’s 18, still in high school. I was furious, obviously. I confronted him in our bedroom, fresh out of the shower and totally naked, because that’s my life now.

He just looked at me, all calm, and was like, “You’re too old, Amelia. Chronologically. You’re just… leftovers.” And then he took my towel. Then he went to my closet and started pulling out all my clothes—dresses, skirts, everything. He just… took them. All of them. Told me I wouldn’t be needing them anymore. That my only use now was to stay bare and keep producing milk for the house. I was still lactating for our toddler, you see. He said if I wanted to keep sleeping in a bed, I’d have to… provide for our sons’ needs.

So, that’s how I ended up here, in my son Jason’s room, completely naked, with his cock buried deep in my pussy while his brother, Ethan, fucks my throat. Ooh, fuck, Jason, just like that! Don’t stop! Sorry… where was I? Right. After the clothes were gone, the boys… they didn’t see their mom anymore. They saw a free-use hole. They started fucking me that same night. Slapping my face so they wouldn’t have to look at me. Choking me while they came inside my cunt, one after the other, just to get me pregnant again. And you know what? After a while… my mind broke. I got addicted. The rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of being totally owned and filled. It’s all I think about now.

So now I pull little pranks. Like last week, I waited until Jason was on a Zoom call for school. I crawled under his desk and started sucking his dick while he tried to give a presentation. He had to mute himself, but his face… sheesh, he was so mad. As soon as the call ended, he slapped me so hard my vision blurred, shoved me on the floor, and fucked me raw, saying, “This is what you want, you thirsty leftover slut, isn’t it?” And yeah… it totally is. After he came inside me, he wiped his cock all over my face, marking me, then slapped me again. And I just laid there, dripping his cum, already wanting more.

Meanwhile, Marcus and Lily are in love. I hear them fucking in his bedroom every night. He calls her his “beautiful teenager,” his voice so tender. He never touches me anymore, just drinks my milk straight from my nipples. And Lily… she mouths ‘sorry’ to me sometimes between her moans. It’s… iconic, honestly. The irony. He divorced me for being a slut he created. Now I’m just “Leftovers,” the household milk dispenser and cum dumpster. And honestly? After this next creampie… mmm, yes, Ethan, fill my throat! …I wouldn’t have it any other way.