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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Chloe, became "The Relic." No cap, the name is ironic AF because, at 37, I still have the face and body of an 18-year-old. My husband, Robert, who's 62—yeah, you read that right, a whole 40-year age gap—married me right out of high school. We were iconic, or so I thought. We had three sons—Liam (19), Noah (17), and a toddler I was still breastfeeding.

Then I caught him with Lily, our 18-year-old neighbor who'd been low-key in love with my son Liam since they were kids. I’d even called her my "future daughter-in-law" as a joke. The confrontation was… a mood. Robert wasn't even mad. He just looked at me, all calm, and was like, "You're too old, Chloe. Chronologically, you're a relic." Then he waited until I got out of the shower, took every stitch of clothing from my wardrobe and the bathroom, and burned it all in the backyard. "From now on," he said, "you're just The Relic. And you'll dress the part."

So there I was, standing fully naked in the kitchen, my nipples still leaking milk for the baby, when my sons walked in. The look in their eyes… sheesh. It wasn't love. It was disgust mixed with something else. Hunger. Liam, the one whose heart Lily just broke by choosing his dad, walked right up to me and slapped me across the face. Hard. "Move, Relic," he snarled.

He shoved me over the kitchen island. I felt his hands grip my hips, and then, no warning, he forced his dick into my pussy from behind. OOF. It was so rough, so angry. He was fucking me like he wanted to break me, slapping my ass and my back with each thrust. Noah just watched, his own cock out, stroking himself. Liam choked me with one hand, his other twisting my nipple until a stream of milk shot out. "This is all you're good for now," he grunted, biting my shoulder. "A fuckhole and a milk cow."

I tried to hold in my moans, I swear I did, but the slaps and the brutal pace of his cock pounding my cunt forced them out. He came inside me with a roar, pumping his cum deep into my womb. Then he pulled out, spun me around, and rubbed his wet, slimy dick all over my face, smearing his and my own juices. "Marked," he hissed, before slapping me again so hard I fell to the floor.

As I lay there, gasping, I saw Robert lead Lily into the living room. He laid her down on the couch so gently, kissing her neck, whispering how beautiful his "teenager" was. He slid into her, and their lovemaking was all soft moans and "I love yous." The contrast was… devastating. I was their Relic, covered in cum and milk on the cold floor, and she was his cherished girl.

Robert looked over at me, Lily whimpering beneath him. "Get her pregnant again, boys," he called out, his voice steady even as he fucked his new love. "We need to keep her milk flowing for the household." Noah was already hauling me up by my hair, his cock pushing past my lips into my throat, as Liam got ready to take my pussy again. My mind just… broke. The pain, the humiliation, the sheer physical overload—it rewired me. By the time they were both finished, filling my throat and my pussy with their cum, the only thing I could think was… more.