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

My Story Time:

Alright bestie, grab a snack and buckle up, because I have to spill the tea on how my life turned into a literal porno. I’m Chloe, 37 but I look 18, no cap. My husband, Marcus, who’s like 52, decided I was “too old” after he started banging my son’s childhood crush, Lily, who’s still in high school. The audacity.

So, after I caught them, Marcus had this calm, icy look and was like, “You’re a relic, Chloe.” Then he took all my clothes. Every. Single. Piece. While I was naked and dripping from my shower, he just… took them. He burned my wardrobe in the backyard. “From now on,” he said, “you’re ‘The Relic.’ That’s all you are.”

Iconic, right? My own sons, Jake and Ben, stopped calling me mom that second. The next thing I knew, Jake slapped me across the face, his dick already hard. “On your knees, Relic,” he grunted. I tried to protest, but he shoved his cock so deep down my throat I gagged, tears streaming as he face-fucked me. Ben took me from behind, his cock slamming into my pussy raw, his hands squeezing my tits until my milk sprayed. “Drink up, boys,” Marcus said, watching from the couch where Lily was riding him, moaning his name.

They used me for hours. Spit-roasting me, slapping my ass and tits red, choking me until I saw stars. They both came inside me, filling my pussy and my mouth. Jake finished by rubbing his dirty cock all over my face, marking me, then slapped me again. “Get lost, Relic.”

Now? This is just my life. I’m always naked, coated in their cum. I sleep in Jake’s bed in exchange for his body warmth, which just means he falls asleep with his dick inside me. My mind is totally broken. All I think about is cock. I’m their addicted, submissive slut, and honestly? The rough sex is the only thing that feels real anymore. Sheesh.