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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, buckle up because I’m about to spill the tea, no cap. My name’s Chloe, but in this house? They just call me Relic. Iconic, right? The irony is not lost on me, since I’m 37 but look 18, AF. My husband, Marcus—who’s in his sixties, btw, a whole sugar daddy situation from way back—caught me crying over him banging our son’s childhood crush, Lily. She’s 18 and still in high school, sheesh. He just looked at me, all calm, and was like, “You’re chronologically ancient, Relic. The clothes don’t suit you anymore.” Then he made me strip, right there in the kitchen, and burned everything. Said if I wanted to stay and see my kids, this was my life now. Period.

So now I’m just… Relic. Always naked. And let me tell you, the adjustment was rough. My own sons, Jake and Ben, stopped calling me mom the second my last bra hit the flames. Minutes later, Jake had me bent over the same kitchen counter, his cock slamming into my pussy from behind while he slapped my ass so hard I saw stars. “Take it, Relic,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. I tried to stay quiet, but he choked me until I gasped, and that just made him fuck me harder. He came inside me, no hesitation, his cum flooding my cunt. Then he pulled out, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me so hard I fell to the floor. “Get out of my sight, Relic.”

It’s like that every day. They use me to stay hard, creampie me to keep me pregnant and lactating—gotta keep the household milk supply going, you know? Marcus and Lily are always going at it too, like right now on the living room couch. He’s eating her out and she’s moaning, “I love you, Daddy!” It’s genuine, it’s passionate, and it breaks me. So I lean into the brokenness. I need it now. When Jake’s playing video games, I’ll crawl under his desk and take his soft cock into my mouth, teasing him until he’s hard and furious. He’ll slap my face, call me a slut, and fuck my throat until I gag, then switch to my pussy, pounding me like he hates me. And I just moan, “Yeah, motherfucker, give it to me,” and he does, because that’s all I am now. A relic. A cum-filled, milk-dispensing relic. And honestly? I’m high-key addicted. Don’t save me.