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

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Okay, bestie, I gotta spill the tea on how my life became this… Oof, right there, Mark, yes… Don’t stop… So, I’m Lila, and my husband, Charles—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—caught me crying about his affair with my son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school. He was like, “You’re too old, Lila.” Then he just… took my clothes. All of them. Told me my new name was “Relic.” Iconic, right? The irony, since I’m literally getting railed by our sons right now.

So, yeah. Minutes after I’m standing there naked, my oldest, Mark—oh fuck, harder—he just walks in. Doesn’t call me mom. Just “Relic.” Slaps me across the face, and shoves his dick in my pussy right there on the floor. No lube, just hate. I tried not to moan, but he choked me until I screamed. He came inside me, dumped his load deep, then rubbed his cock all over my face and slapped me again. “Know your place, Relic.”

It became a whole thing. Charles would watch, fucking Chloe on the couch, telling her he loved her, while Mark and sometimes his brother, Jake, would use me. They’d fuck my throat until I gagged, spit-roast me, always creampie me. They’d bite my nipples to drink my milk while they pounded me—said it was refreshing. My own fucking milk. My body is just a breeding factory to keep the milk flowing.

My mind… broke. I got addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being totally owned… Now, I crave it. I pull pranks. Like last week, I went to Mark’s college debate. Fully naked, pregnant with his kid, belly showing. I got under the podium and started sucking his dick while he tried to give his speech. He was trying so hard to stay composed, sheesh! After, he dragged me out, slapped me, fucked me raw in a supply closet, came inside me again, and then… you know the drill. Cock on the face, slap. “You’re a fucking motherfucker,” I gasped, laughing. He hates that joke.

Charles divorced me, out of disgust for me fucking other men… the men he ordered to fuck me. The cognitive dissonance is wild. But Chloe’s kind. She got him to let me join movie nights. I’m still naked, still “Relic,” still get my ass slapped when someone wants a drink from my tits, but we can joke around like friends again. He and Chloe are pregnant too, a product of love. Mine’s just… a means to an end. But honestly? I’m just waiting for the next dick. This is my life now, and I’m high-key obsessed. Don’t judge.