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

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The first time it happened, I was still reeling. My husband, Marcus – he’s 48, I’m 37 but look 18, IYKYK – had just finished burning my entire wardrobe in the backyard. I was standing there, totally naked, my toddler clinging to my leg. My oldest son, Liam, 19, was watching with this cold look I’d never seen. Marcus just shrugged. “You’re ‘The Relic’ now, Elise. Too old. But your body’s still useful. Liam, she needs to stay pregnant for the milk. Get her started.”

Liam didn’t hesitate. He walked over, slapped me hard across the face – the shock stole my breath – and shoved me onto the kitchen counter. No words, no ‘mom’. Just “Open up, Relic.” He forced his cock into my mouth, gripping my hair, fucking my throat so deep I gagged, tears streaming. I could hear Marcus in the next room, already moaning with Chloe – sweet 18-year-old Chloe who used to blush when Liam looked at her. Now she was screaming Marcus’s name.

Liam pulled out of my throat, spun me around, and drove into my pussy from behind, raw. It hurt, it was so rough, each thrust punishing. He slapped my ass, twisted my nipple until I cried out. “Shut up and take it, Relic,” he grunted, biting my shoulder. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his cum. When he finished, he wiped his still-dripping cock all over my face, smearing his release, then slapped me again. “That’s for being a useless old bitch.”

That was just the beginning. The private parties were worse. Marcus would host them, fucking Chloe on the living room sofa like she was his goddess, while a line of his friends waited for me. I’d be on my knees, one cock in my mouth, another pounding my cunt from behind, spit-roasted. They’d drink from my tits between rounds, sucking the milk straight out, biting my nipples. “Best refreshment, this old slut’s milk,” they’d laugh, slapping my tits. They’d all creampie me, one after another, leaving me dripping and sore on the floor.

It broke me. And then… it didn’t. The rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of being constantly filled – it rewired me. I got addicted. The humiliation became my kink. I started pulling pranks again. Like last week, Liam was giving a presentation to some of Marcus’s business associates in the study. I crawled under the desk, fully naked and still leaking from the morning’s gangbang, and started sucking his cock while he tried to talk about quarterly reports. His voice hitched. He tried to kick me away, but I deep-throated him, my mouth making obscene wet noises. The men at the table knew. They were smirking. Liam finally snapped, dragged me out by my hair, slapped me so hard I saw stars, and fucked me right there against the bookcase, his cock plunging into my cum-filled pussy. “You stupid, thirsty relic,” he snarled in my ear as he came inside me again.

After, he rubbed his messy dick on my face as always. I just looked up at him, my cheek stinging, and giggled. “What’s wrong, baby boy? Mad that the tiny cock that came out of my womb is now big enough to fuck me with?” He slapped me again for that, but I was already wet for the next round.

Now, Chloe’s pregnant, her belly sweet and round from Marcus’s love. My belly’s swollen too, from Liam and his friends. We sit together sometimes. She mouths ‘sorry’ when Marcus fucks her on the patio table in front of me. I just shrug and squeeze some breastmilk into a glass for her. “It’s fine, bestie,” I say. “This Relic’s got all the dick she needs.” And I mean it. The family game nights are awkward – I’m naked, they fondle me, Liam brags about how many times he came in me that week – but Marcus and I are cool now, like friends. He even got me this lame apron dress for outings, but I never wear it. I prefer the cum. It’s my new outfit. Period.