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

My Story Time:

Alright bestie, let me spill the tea on the whole, messy AF situation. I’m Evelyn, but literally no one calls me that anymore. My husband, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—caught me crying after I found his texts with our family friend, Chloe. She’s 18 and was low-key in love with our son, Jake, but that’s a whole other story.

So Robert, instead of getting mad, just got this cold look and was like, “You’re too old for this, Evelyn. Chronologically, you’re used up.” The AUDACITY, since I’m literally still breastfeeding our toddler. He waited until I got out of the shower, took every single stitch of clothing—even the towel—and burned it all in the fireplace. He told me my new name was “Antique.” As in, old and dusty, not worth keeping. Iconic, right? The irony is, I’m standing there fully naked, with a body that hasn’t aged a day, and he’s calling me an antique. He said, “From now on, you’re just ‘Antique.’ Your only purpose is to stay pregnant so we always have fresh milk. The boys will handle that.”

“The boys” meaning our sons, Jake and Liam. They stopped calling me mom that same day. Minutes after Robert left with Chloe, giggling as they went to his bedroom, Jake and Liam cornered me in the living room. Jake just slapped me across the face, HARD. “Get on your knees, Antique,” he growled. I was sobbing, but I did it. I took his dick in my mouth, gagging as he shoved it down my throat. Liam came behind me, spanking my ass raw before forcing his cock into my pussy with no warning. It hurt, but OMG, the feeling of being so full… I tried to hold in my moans, but Liam just choked me while Jake fucked my face, and the slaps kept coming until I was screaming.

That was just the beginning. Now, I’m always naked, always covered in a layer of their cum—it’s my only “clothing.” Robert and Chloe have passionate, loving sex everywhere, whispering “I love yous,” while I get used. At Robert’s private parties, it’s a full-on spit-roast situation. One guy’s dick in my throat, another in my pussy, taking turns, drinking from my tits for a mid-fuck milk break, and slapping me until I’m red everywhere. They always finish inside me. I’m basically a walking cum receptacle, constantly bred so my tits never stop leaking. My mind… broke. Now, I’m addicted. I need a cock inside me at all times.

So the other day, I pulled a prank. Jake was giving a casual speech to some of his friends in the backyard. I crawled under the table, and while he was talking, I took his soft cock into my mouth. He tried so hard to keep his composure, but I got him fully hard, then I just stood up, turned around, and impaled my dripping pussy on him right there. He finally snapped, slapped me so hard I saw stars, dragged me into the garage, and fucked me brutally against the wall. “This is what you want, you antique slut?” he grunted, pounding into me. I just moaned, “Yes! Your tiny cock that came out of me feels so big now!” He came deep inside my cunt, pulled out, wiped his dick all over my face, and then slapped me again. “Know your place.”

And you know what? I’m pregnant again. So is Chloe. She’ll get a baby shower. I’ll just get more dick, more milk, and my degrading title. But hey, at least Robert and I can chat like old friends now. I even joked with him, “At least this Antique comes with a lifetime supply of milk, right?” We laughed. My head is held high. This is my family now. Period.