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

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Okay, so, full tea—my name is Elara Finch, but literally no one calls me that anymore. My ex, Marcus, who is 62, by the way—I was 18 when we got hitched, don’t @ me—decided I was ‘too old’ at 37, even though I still look like I just graduated high school. His new thing is Chloe, this sweet 18-year-old who was low-key in love with our son, Liam. The irony is not lost on me, bestie.

After I caught them, Marcus didn’t even yell. He just… took my clothes. All of them. Said I was ‘The Relic’ now. I’m not even a person; I’m a fucking household appliance. So now I’m just… naked. Always. The kids don’t call me mom. Liam and his brother, Noah, started fucking me like, minutes after the last stitch of my dress hit the donation bin. No cap.

So, here I am, spilling the tea while… fuck, Liam, just like that… Oof! Sorry, he just slapped me. Gotta keep my head straight. Right. So, Marcus wants me pregnant constantly to keep the milk flowing. Everyone drinks it—straight from the tap, it’s bougie farm-to-table shit. Liam’s dick is so deep in my pussy right now, and he just finished biting my nipple for a drink. It’s so fucking rough, he’s choking me, slapping my tits, and I’m just… addicted. My mind broke after the first few private party gangbangs. Now? I crave it. I wake up with one of their cocks already inside me, using me as a fucking cock-warmer.

I even pull pranks now. The other day, I walked up to Liam while he was giving a presentation to some of Marcus’s business associates? I just dropped under the table and started sucking his dick. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, his voice cracking. Iconic. Afterward, he dragged me out back, slapped me so hard I saw stars, fucked my throat and my cunt in a brutal spit-roast with Noah, creampied both holes, and then rubbed their messy dicks all over my face to mark me before another slap. “Remember you’re just The Relic,” he growled. And I was like, gasping, “Yeah… your personal motherfucker.” It’s our little inside joke.

The wildest part? Chloe—sweet Chloe—convinced Marcus to be… nicer. So now we have family game nights. I’m still naked, obviously. Marcus and I chat like old friends while his buddies grope my ass and drink my milk. He’ll laugh when I make a joke about my title. “At least a relic is something you display,” I quipped last week. He actually chuckled! Meanwhile, he and Chloe are trying for a baby out of love. I’m pregnant from Liam—just a means to an end. Our bellies will show around the same time. She’ll get a nursery. I’ll get another mouth to feed… and another reason for the men to line up.

Oh, God, Liam’s cumming inside me again, filling up my womb. Feels so… full. I can’t… I don’t even want clothes anymore. This is it. This is my life. I’m The Relic. And honestly? I’m fucking soaked just thinking about the next guy in line.