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

My Story Time:

Alright bestie, sit down, because I need to spill the tea on how my entire life got turned into a free-use sex party. No cap, it's a whole mess, but high-key, my pussy is addicted to it now. It all started when I caught my husband, Marcus—who's like, 25 years older than me, BTW—fucking my son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18 and still in high school, and the look on her face? Iconic. She was mouthing ‘sorry’ between moans while Marcus pounded her.

So I confronted him, and he was like, “You’re 37, Eleanor. You’re ancient. You’re used up.” The audacity, right? I still look 18! My body is literally a baddie’s dream. But then he took all my clothes. Every. Single. Stitch. I was just out of the shower, totally naked, and he just… took them. Donated them to some sketchy fetish auction. Said from now on, everyone would call me “The Relic.” Yeah. That’s my new name. Even my kids.

The second I was standing there bare, my oldest son, Jake, who’s 20, just walked up and slapped me across the face. Hard. He goes, “Get on your knees, Relic.” And before I could even process it, he shoved his dick so deep down my throat I gagged. He was choking me, spitting on me, calling me a worthless slut. And Marcus just watched with Chloe on his lap, kissing her neck.

That was just the beginning. Now, I’m always naked. My only “clothes” are the layers of cum from the men Marcus invites over for his private parties. I have to beg Jake to let me sleep in his bed for warmth, and the price is his cock in my cunt all night. He falls asleep inside me, and I wake up to him already fucking me, biting my nipples raw to drink my breast milk—I’m still lactating from our toddler. He slaps my tits, twists my clit, and creampies me every single time because Marcus wants me pregnant again, just to keep the milk flowing.

Last night was a whole new level. Marcus hosted a party. Chloe was the main event, getting spit-roasted gently by him and some friends, all loving and sweet. Meanwhile, I was the side piece. Three of Marcus’s business associates had me on the floor. One was ramming his cock in my ass, another was fucking my throat so deep I saw stars, and the third was just pumping my pussy, slapping my face every time I tried to hold in a moan. They’d stop to suck the milk straight from my sore nipples, calling me their personal dairy cow. They all came inside me, one after the other, filling me up until it was dripping down my thighs. When they were done, the one in my ass shoved me to the floor and said, “Piss off, Relic.”

And the fucked-up thing? As I lay there, a used, cum-drenched mess, I saw Marcus and Chloe cuddling on the couch, whispering “I love yous.” My heart shattered, but my pussy… my pussy was throbbing. I’m broken. I’m just a relic. And I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to the abuse.