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

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Okay, besties, let me spill the tea on the absolute dumpster fire that is my life right now. No cap, I, Chloe, thought my marriage to my husband, James – he's, like, 52, I'm 37, we met when I was 16, iconic, I know – was solid AF. We had our three sons, Liam, Noah, and our little toddler, plus our daughters. I was the bougie stay-at-home wife, living my best life, pranking my boys by pretending to flirt with them just to see them blush. I was always like, "Liam, when are you gonna ask out Elara?" – that's New Girl, our family friend he's been in love with since, like, forever. I called her my future daughter-in-law, period.

Anyway, the plot twist? I caught James and Elara – who's 18, still in high school, btw – going at it on our kitchen island. I confronted him, crying, "How could you?" And this man, my husband of twenty years, had the audacity to look me dead in my still-perfect 18-year-old-looking face and say, "You're just too old, Chloe. It's over." Then, while I was sobbing, butt-ass naked fresh from a shower, he went into my closet and started bagging up EVERY. SINGLE. OUTFIT. My designer dresses, my heels, everything. He was like, "You won't be needing these anymore. From now on, everyone will call you 'Discard'." I was shook. He donated my entire wardrobe online that night. I've been fully naked ever since.

The real big yikes started minutes later. Our oldest, Liam, came home. He looked at me, his fully naked mother, and didn't even flinch. He just said, "Out of the way, Discard," and slapped me across the face. Hard. Then he shoved me against the wall, yanked my legs apart, and shoved his dick into my dry pussy with zero warning. I tried to hold in my screams, but he just kept slapping my tits and choking me while he pounded into me, grunting, "Take it, you worthless slut." He came deep inside me, pulled out, rubbed his slimy cock all over my face to mark me, then slapped me again and walked away. James just watched from the hallway, holding Elara's hand, and then took her to our bedroom. I could hear her moaning his name through the door while I was curled up on the floor, his son's cum leaking out of me.

That was just the beginning. Now, I'm "Discard" to everyone. My sons use me whenever they want. I have to beg to sleep in their beds for warmth, which always means a rough fuck where they choke me and cum inside. James hosts these private parties where Elara is the main, loved-up attraction with him, and I'm the free-use side piece for all his friends. They spit-roast me, shoving cocks down my throat and in my pussy at the same time, drinking my breast milk straight from my nipples when they get thirsty mid-fuck. They leave me covered in cum, and James insists I keep it on as my only "clothing." My mind… it's breaking. All I think about now is the next dick, the next creampie, the next slap. It's the only thing that makes the betrayal hurt less. I’m just a vessel for cum and milk. And the worst part? I’m starting to like it.