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

My Story Time:

Okay, besties, gather 'round. I’m Evelyn, but I guess you can just call me "The Relic" now. No cap, the irony is iconic. My husband, Marcus – he’s 52, I’m 37 but look 18, which used to be his whole thing – decided I was "too old" after I caught him with Chloe, my son Liam’s childhood sweetheart. The moment I confronted him, he waited until I stepped out of the shower, took every single stitch I owned, and torched it in the backyard. "From now on, everyone calls you 'The Relic'," he said, all calm-like. "Your only purpose is to stay bare and make milk."

So yeah, I’m fully naked, 24/7. My toddler’s still nursing, so my tits are full. The second Marcus said that, my oldest son, Liam – who’s 19 and used to look at Chloe like she hung the moon – just walked up and slapped me right across the face. "On your knees, Relic," he growled. I was so shook I just dropped. He fisted his dick, already hard, and shoved it straight down my throat, choking me until tears streamed down my face. I could hear Marcus in the next room already, fucking Chloe, her sweet moans mixing with my gagging sounds. Liam came in my mouth, and I had to swallow every drop. "Good," he said, wiping his cock on my cheek before slapping me again. "Now go beg my brother to sleep in his bed. You’re not using mine."

The first few weeks were a blur of rough, abusive sex. Liam and his brother, Noah, would use me anywhere – bending me over the kitchen counter, spitting on my cunt before ramming inside, slapping my ass raw, biting my nipples until they bruised while they sucked the milk out. They’d always finish by creampieing me deep, then rubbing their messy dicks all over my face before another slap. "Just making sure you stay bred, Relic," they’d sneer.

My mind broke, okay? The constant fucking, the humiliation, the sounds of Marcus and Chloe genuinely making love in every room… I got addicted. The pain, the fullness, the sheer degradation – it’s all I think about now. So I started pulling my old pranks again, but spicy. Like, I’ll wait until Liam is on a serious Zoom call for college, then crawl under his desk and take his whole cock in my mouth, working him with my throat until he’s shaking, trying to keep his voice steady. He always snaps, slaps me so hard I see stars, drags me to the floor, and fucks my pussy like he wants to ruin me. After he cums inside me, he smears it on my face and hits me again. "You embarrassing slut," he’ll pant, but I just laugh, gasping, "What? Just taking care of my son’s needs. That tiny dick I birthed isn’t so tiny anymore, huh?"

Chloe, sweet girl, mouthed "I’m sorry" to me once while Marcus was pounding her on the living room couch, right next to where Noah was fucking my throat. She actually convinced Marcus to be…kinder. Now, we have family game nights. I’m still naked, still "The Relic," and the men still grope me and drink straight from my nipples, but Marcus and I can talk like friends again. He and Chloe are expecting, and I’m pregnant too – bump showing, no clue which son’s it is. At a gathering, Noah bragged about how many times he came in me this week. I just grinned, rubbing my belly. "Gotta keep the household milk bar stocked, right?" Everyone laughed. I’m embracing it. This is my family now. I’m just a Relic, a worn-out fuck-toy and a milk dispenser, and honestly? I’m finally happy.