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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea, but get ready because this is a whole situation. I’m Elara Finch, but literally no one calls me that anymore. After I caught my husband, Marcus Blackwood—who’s like, 62, no cap, I married him when I was 18 and he was my dad’s bougie business partner—fucking our family friend, Chloe? My whole life yeeted into the sun.

So there I was, postpartum from baby number four, tits full of milk for my toddler, and I walked in on them in our kitchen. Marcus didn't even stop. He just looked at my still-18-looking body and was like, “You’re chronologically 37, Elara. You’re old and used up. I need fresh.” Then he took all my clothes. Every. Single. Stitch. Donated them to his golf buddies, I heard. Said from now on, everyone would call me “Yesteryear.” I’m deadass. Yesteryear. The irony, because I still look like a teen, is not lost on me.

Now I’m just…Yesteryear. Always naked. My own kids, Liam (19) and Noah (17), don’t call me mom. The second my last dress was gone, Liam slapped me across the face, hard. “On your knees, Yesteryear,” he growled. He was so mad about Chloe choosing his dad over him. He fisted my hair and shoved his cock down my throat while Noah watched, unbuckling his belt. I gagged, milk leaking from my nipples onto the floor. Liam choked me, spitting, “This is all you’re good for now.” When he came in my throat, he pulled out and slapped my cheek with his wet dick, marking me, before Noah pushed me over the couch and entered my pussy raw from behind. It was so rough, punching my sides, twisting my nipples until I screamed. They both creampied me deep, one after the other. “Keep that cum inside you,” Liam ordered. “You need to get pregnant again. We all need your milk.”

Marcus watches this shit with Chloe on his lap, his hands on her teen body, whispering how he loves his “little girl.” He’ll have her suck his cock right after, all loving and passionate, while I’m just a used, dripping hole on the floor. My mind is breaking, but my body… my god, my body is addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely owned and filled. I’m starting to crave it.

Later, I had to beg Liam to sleep in his bed for warmth. “Please,” I whispered, my face still stinging. “I’ll be good.” He just smirked, shoved me down, and fucked me senseless again before passing out with his cock still buried in my cunt. I laid there, feeling him twitch inside me in his sleep, my milk leaking onto his chest. And for the first time, through the shame, a twisted spark of pleasure ignited. This is my life now. I’m Yesteryear. And I think… I’m starting to like it.