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

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie, spill the tea? Buckle up, because this is my life now. My name's Chloe, but around here, everyone just calls me The Relic. No cap. I'm 37, look 18 on a good day, and I haven't worn a stitch since my husband, Marcus, who's in his sixties—yeah, I know, I was a teen bride, it's a whole thing—caught me crying over his texts with sweet, 18-year-old Lily. He looked me dead in the eyes, all calm, and was like, "You're chronologically ancient, Chloe. The only use for a relic is to be on display." Then he made me strip, burned everything, and gave me my new name. Iconic, right?

So now I'm just... here. Naked. All the time. Marcus moved Lily into our old bedroom, and I have to beg my son, Jake—who's 19 and used to call me Mom—to let me sleep in his bed for warmth. The deal is rough sex. Every. Single. Night. Oof, speaking of… Ah! Sorry, Jake's home early and he doesn't like waiting. He just shoved his cock into my pussy from behind while I was trying to talk. His hand is in my hair, pulling hard.

Where was I? Right. So Marcus doesn't touch me anymore. He only fucks Lily, and they're, like, genuinely in love. It's actually kind of sweet, she mouths 'sorry' to me sometimes while he's pounding her. But Marcus still has needs for me. He told me, "Your only purpose is to get pregnant and make milk. Let the men use you." So Jake and his friends… they use me. A lot.

Fuck, Jake, right there! Don't stop! Sheesh, his dick feels so good slamming into my g-spot. He's slapping my ass so hard, and just twisted my nipple. It hurts so good. He never calls me Mom anymore. He just grunts and calls me Relic. After he cums inside me—and he always cums inside me, they all do, gotta keep me bred—he’ll wipe his cock on my face and slap me. It’s how they say goodbye.

Lily’s actually been kind. She got Marcus to let me join game nights. I sit there naked, obviously, and the guys will fondle my tits or drink my milk straight from the nipple while we play Monopoly. Jake brags about how many times he’s creampied me this week, and I’ll joke back, "What, losing count already, motherfucker?" He hates that joke. Always slaps me for it later. Which, you know, just means more rough sex, so… win?

I’m so addicted to this now. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being totally owned and used. My pussy is constantly dripping, thinking about it. I even pulled a prank on Jake last week at the grocery store—I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock right by the dairy aisle. He was trying to pay and I was just… going to town. He was so embarrassed, he dragged me to the car, slapped me silly, and fucked my throat raw. It was chef's kiss.

So yeah. That's my tea. I'm The Relic. A pregnant, milk-dispensing, cock-warming Relic. And you know what? After this next creampie… Oh God, I'm cumming!… I'm gonna need the next guy in line to hurry up. This pussy isn't gonna fuck itself. Period.