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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, spill the tea? Buckle up. So, I’m Sophie—well, I was Sophie Miller, now it’s just Ms. Sophie Miller, Age 37, "The Relic". Iconic, right? The irony is high-key sending me.

My husband, Arthur—he’s 62, a total silver fox, GOATed in the boardroom and, well, used to be in my bed—caught me catching him with our neighbor, Lily. She’s 18, a literal angel, and she used to have the biggest crush on my oldest, Ben. The drama!

So Arthur, no cap, he just… snapped. Not in anger, but like he was doing me a favor. He was like, “You’re chronologically ancient, Sophie. A museum piece. Let’s show everyone what a ‘Relic’ really looks like.” And then he just… started peeling my clothes off. My favorite blouse, my skirt… he didn’t rip them, he just folded them neatly, said he’d donate them to men who’d appreciate the scent. I was standing there in just my heels, then nothing. Fully. Naked. Forever.

The wildest part? Ben, my 19-year-old, was watching from the doorway. And the second Arthur finished, he just… walked over. No “mom.” Nothing. Just a hard slap across my face so I’d look at him. He hissed, “Get on your knees, Relic,” and shoved his dick in my mouth. Oof. I tried not to moan, but he was hitting the back of my throat, and I was gagging, gasping…

And Arthur? He just took Lily’s hand, led her to the couch, and started kissing her, whispering how beautiful his “teenager” was. I could hear her soft moans while I choked on my son’s cock. The contrast? Sheesh. Mind-breaking.

This… this is my life now. Ben fucks my throat until he cums, and I have to swallow every drop. Then he pulls out, slaps my cum-covered face, and says, “Go beg my brother to breed you. We need your milk, Relic.”

And you know what? After the first few times… I started craving it. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely used. My pussy gets so wet just thinking about it. I’m their Relic. And I’m fucking addicted.