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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, you want the tea? Spill. I’m Savannah Miller—well, was Mrs. Savannah Thorne. Now? Everyone just calls me ‘The Relic’. Iconic, right? My husband, Robert, is 62. I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. We had this whole life: three kids, a toddler I was still breastfeeding. Then I caught him with our family friend, Lily. She’s 18, and the girl my oldest son, Jake, has been in love with since forever. The betrayal was a whole yikes.

When I confronted him, Robert didn’t even yell. He just had that calm, icky smile. “You’re too old, Savannah. Chronologically, you’re a relic.” Then he took my clothes. All of them. I was coming out of the shower, totally naked, and he just… took the towel. The robe. Everything from the wardrobe. He donated it all. Said from now on, my ‘youthful body’ was for display and utility only. I was shook, but the real gut punch was when he said, “The boys need to learn how to handle a woman. And we all need you lactating. Permanently.”

That was the moment. Minutes later, my own sons, Jake and Ben, walked in. They didn’t call me mom. Jake just looked at my naked body, his eyes dark, and said, “On your knees, Relic.” The first slap across my face stung so bad I saw stars. Then his dick was in my mouth, fucking my throat rough while Ben shoved into my pussy from behind. I was gagging, choking, trying to hold in moans. They’d bite my nipples, hard, to get sips of milk mid-fuck. “Keep producing, Relic,” Jake grunted, pounding into me. They both came inside me, filling me up. When they finished, Jake pulled out and slapped my cum-dripping face. “That’s for being old.” The humiliation was… spicy. But after weeks of this, of being used by their friends at Robert’s parties, something broke. The rough sex, the slaps, the constant feeling of being full of cum… I got addicted. AF.

Now, I lean into it. I’ve started pulling pranks again. The other day, Jake was giving a casual speech to some of his dad’s business associates in the living room. I crawled under the table, fully naked and still leaking from an earlier gangbang, and started sucking his dick while he talked. His voice hitched, but he tried to keep going. I deep-throated him, my pussy getting wetter just from the public risk. He finally snapped, dragged me to a side room, slapped me so hard my head rocked, and fucked me senseless against the wall. “You think this is funny, you used-up whore?” he snarled, creampieing me again. After, he wiped his cock on my face and slapped me once more for good measure. I just laughed, my mind totally gone on the feeling. “Gotta keep the milk flowing for my boys, right?” I whispered.

Robert and Lily watch sometimes, him fucking her with genuine passion while my sons use me. Lily mouths ‘sorry’ between her moans. It’s fine. My pussy only cares about the next dick, the next slap, the next thick load to keep me bred and milky. I’m The Relic. And honestly? The constant creampies feel better than being a wife ever did. Period.