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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, buckle the fuck up. So, I'm Liv, and my husband, Richard – he's like, 62, I'm 37 but look 18, period – just took all my clothes. Like, everything. He caught me crying about him and Chloe, the 18-year-old who grew up with our son, Jake. I was sunbathing naked, and he just… took the pile I’d laid out. He was like, “You’re too old, Liv. Chronologically. You’re a ‘Has-Been’ now. That’s your name.” And I was just… standing there, totally bare.

So now I’m “Has-Been.” And the rules changed immediately. Richard moved Chloe into our bedroom, and my sons, Jake and Ben, were just… staring. Jake, who’s low-key heartbroken over Chloe, looked at me with pure disgust. Before I could even process, he slapped me across the face. Hard. “On your knees, Has-Been,” he growled.

I tried to protest, but Ben grabbed my hair and forced his cock into my mouth. I gagged, tears streaming as he fucked my throat rough, no air. Jake just undid his pants and shoved into my pussy from behind. It was a brutal spit-roast, them slapping my ass, my tits, choking me. “This is all you’re good for now, you old slut,” Jake hissed, his dick pounding my cunt. “Breed you to keep the milk flowing.”

They came almost together, Jake pumping his load deep into my womb, Ben filling my throat. I choked, swallowing desperately. When they pulled out, Jake wiped his still-dripping cock all over my face, marking me, then slapped me again. “Get lost, Has-Been.”

I collapsed, my pussy dripping their cum, my face sticky with it. And from the open bedroom door, I could hear Richard and Chloe. Her sweet moans of “I love you, Richard!” mixed with the sound of their passionate lovemaking. The contrast was… everything. My mind just… broke. And OMG, the fucked-up part? I got wet. Again. I was already craving the next dick.