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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on my new reality. My name’s Eleanor Vance, but everyone just calls me “Yesteryear” now. Iconic, right? I got the name after my husband, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—caught me crying about his affair with my son’s childhood friend, Chloe. He was like, “You’re too old, Eleanor. You’re yesterday’s news.” Then he took my clothes. All of them. Burned them in the backyard while I stood there, totally shook. Now, I’m just… Yesteryear. Permanently naked.

So, after my epic confrontation fail, Robert moved Chloe, who’s 18 and still in high school, into our bedroom. The first night, shivering and exposed in the living room, I had to beg my oldest son, James, to let me sleep in his bed. He’s 19. I was like, “Please, just for warmth,” and he just smirked and said, “Only if you earn it, Yesteryear.”

And OMG, did I earn it. He slapped me right across the face—sting—so I wouldn’t look like his mom. Then he pushed me onto the bed, his dick already hard. He didn’t wait, just shoved it straight into my pussy from behind. It hurt, but then… fuck, it felt good. He was choking me with one hand and slapping my ass with the other, grunting, “Take it, you old whore.” I couldn’t help it, I started moaning. He came deep inside me, creampie, no question. Then he rubbed his cock, all wet with his cum and my juices, all over my face and slapped me again. “That’s for being a slut,” he said, before letting me curl up next to him. I fell asleep with his cum leaking out of me, his dick still half-inside me like a cock warmer. Big yikes, but also… a mood.

The next morning? Woke up to him already fucking me, his hips slamming into me. I just turned my head and gave him this look. “What’s wrong, motherfucker?” I whispered. He froze for a second, then his eyes got dark and he slapped me so hard my vision blurred. “Don’t call me that, Yesteryear,” he growled, and then fucked me even harder, biting my nipple so hard I screamed. But sheesh… the pain just made my clit throb more. I think I’m addicted.