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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, grab the popcorn because this tea is SCALDING. So, I’m Vivian. My husband, Richard—who’s like, 62, no cap, a whole silver fox I married when I was 18—just dropped the bomb that he’s in love with my son’s childhood bestie, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and honestly, iconic. I confronted him in the kitchen, still naked from my shower, my toddler clinging to my leg. He just looked me up and down and was like, “You’re chronologically 37, Viv. You’re old. Used up.” I was SHOOK. My body still looks 18, but he said the numbers didn’t lie.

Then he did it. He took the towel. He took the robe hanging on the door. He just… gathered everything. “From now on,” he said, calm as anything, “you’re ‘Retired.’ That’s your name. Your clothes are getting donated. Men pay good money for the scent of a used-up woman.” I was standing there, totally bare, my pussy on full display, my tits still leaking a little milk for the baby. The ultimate glow down.

That’s when my son, Jake, walked in. He’s 19. He didn’t even blink at my nakedness. He just looked at Richard, who gave a nod. Jake’s eyes went dark. “Okay, Retired,” he spat, and before I could process it, his hand cracked across my face. The sting was unreal. He shoved me over the kitchen island, my bare tits pressed against the cold marble. I felt his jeans unzip, then the brutal thrust of his cock into my dry cunt. I gasped, but he just choked me from behind, his other hand twisting my nipple until I cried out. “You’re not my mom,” he grunted, pounding into me. “You’re just a hole to breed. Dad wants you pregnant so we don’t run out of milk.” I could hear Richard in the living room, his low laugh mixing with Chloe’s gentle voice. The irony was so thick. He divorced me for being “used up,” but here I was, getting used by our son because he ordered it.

Jake finished deep inside me, his cum flooding my pussy with a hot gush. He pulled out, spun me around, and wiped his messy dick all over my tear-streaked face, marking me. Then he slapped me again, right on my cum-smeared cheek. “Now go beg Chloe to let you sleep on the floor in their room,” he said, shoving me away. I stumbled, my ass red from the impact, my body already aching for more. Oof. My mind was breaking, and the worst part? My pussy was already clenching, craving that rough, abusive fill again. The addiction was starting, and I was totally, utterly fucked.