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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, besties, let me spill the tea on the most unhinged, high-key degrading era of my life. I’m Chloe. My husband, Robert, is 62. I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. We had a whole life—three sons, a toddler daughter I was still breastfeeding—until I caught him with Lily, our 18-year-old neighbor I’d always joked was my “future daughter-in-law” for my oldest son, Jake. The confrontation was… iconic. Robert just calmly said I was “too old,” a “used-up relic,” while I was naked after a shower. He took every stitch of clothing I owned and torched it in the backyard. Just like that, I was ‘Relic.’ That’s my name now. Everyone, even my kids, calls me that.

Minutes after the flames died, my sons were on me. Jake, his face a mask of disgust, slapped me hard. “On your knees, Relic,” he spat. I was sobbing, but he shoved his dick into my mouth, choking me, while his brother took me from behind, pounding my pussy raw. They came inside me, one after the other, filling me up. Robert watched from the patio, Lily clinging to his arm, her eyes wide. He just sipped his drink and said, “Keep her pregnant. The household needs the milk.”

Now, my life is this: perpetually naked, covered in a crust of their dried cum unless I’m being used again. I sleep in Jake’s bed, begging for his warmth in exchange for his cock. He falls asleep with it buried in my cunt. I wake up to him fucking me, or him sleepily suckling milk from my tits. My body is a map of bites and slaps. The men at Robert’s parties use me as a warm-up, spit-roasting me, making me gag on one dick while another brutalizes my pussy, all so they can drink my milk straight from the tap for a mid-fuck refreshment. Lily and Robert have passionate, loving sex everywhere—the kitchen counter, the living room rug—while I’m just a cum-dumpster on the floor.

But here’s the plot twist, sheesh. My mind… broke. Or maybe it fixed itself. I’m addicted. I crave the rough hands, the slaps that make me moan, the feeling of being utterly filled. The other day, I saw Jake giving a casual interview to a college recruiter in the living room. I crawled under the table, took his soft cock into my mouth, and got him rock hard while he tried to talk about his future. His voice cracked. The second the guy left, Jake slapped me so hard I saw stars, then bent me over the couch and fucked me like he wanted to break me. After he came inside me, he wiped his messy dick all over my face, marking me, then slapped me again. “You humiliating slut,” he growled. And I just smiled, my cheek stinging, my pussy dripping. “This relic still works, doesn’t it?” I whispered. Oof. I think I’ve finally found my vibe.