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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, spill the tea, besties. My name’s Madeline, but no one calls me that anymore. Not since my husband, Charles—who’s, like, 62, btw, and I was barely 18 when we got hitched—caught me catching him with my son’s childhood friend, Lily. She’s 18, iconic, and the love of his life, no cap. He looked me dead in my 37-year-old, still-looks-18 face and was like, “You’re just too old, Madeline. Chronologically, you’re a fossil.” Then he made me strip, burned all my clothes, and gave me a new name: Relic. Yeah. I’m just Relic now. Even my kids call me that. The irony, right? I’m literally naked 24/7, constantly used, and he names me after something old and discarded. Oof.

So, fast forward. My oldest son, Ethan—who used to be in love with Lily, big yikes—wasted zero time. Minutes after I was naked, he and his friends were on me. It started as a punishment, but… my mind broke. Now? I’m addicted. I need a cock in me, like, all the time. So I pull pranks. Like, the other day, Ethan was giving a speech at a school thing for our daughter. I walked right up to the podium, fully naked and still dripping from the last guy, got on my knees, and started sucking his dick while he tried to talk about GPA. The look on his face… sheesh. He tried to stay composed, but he finally snapped, dragged me into a janitor’s closet, slapped me across the face—hard—and fucked my pussy raw from behind, choking me until I saw stars.

“You think this is funny, Relic?” he grunted, his cock pounding my cervix. “You’re just a used-up cunt.”

“The cunt you came out of, motherfucker,” I gasped back, and he slapped me again for that, which just made me clench around him. I came so hard, screaming, milk spraying from my tits. He came inside me right after, filling my womb. Then he pulled out, rubbed his messy dick all over my face to mark me, and slapped me once more for good measure. “Know your place.”

Now, I’m pregnant with his kid—again—just so the household has my breast milk to drink. Charles and Lily are in the next room, fucking lovingly, whispering “I love you”s. And me? I’m on my knees, waiting for the next guy, my belly starting to swell, my tits full and aching. The only time I feel anything close to peace is when I’m being used, when a cock is stretching me open and hands are slapping my skin. It’s fucked up, but it’s my vibe now. Period.