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

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Alright, bestie, you want the tea? It’s time to spill. I’m Lily. Or, I was Lily. My husband, Marcus, who’s like, 48 to my 22—yeah, the math is as sus as it sounds—decided I was “too old” the day he got caught with our son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and the new love of his life. The confrontation was iconic in the worst way. He waited until I was fresh out of the shower, my body still dripping, and just… took everything. Every stitch. He burned my wardrobe in the backyard while I stood there, totally naked, and said, “From now on, everyone will call you ‘the Relic.’ You’re just a used-up thing we keep for milk.” No cap, I was shook.

So now I’m “the Relic,” permanently naked. My own sons, Jake and Ben, stopped calling me mom that same day. Minutes after Marcus declared my new title, Jake, my oldest, just walked up and slapped me right across the face. “On your knees, Relic,” he growled. Before I could even process it, his dick was shoved so deep down my throat I gagged, tears streaming. Ben was right behind him, his hands rough on my hips as he forced his cock into my pussy from behind. It was a spit-roast, no lube, just their pent-up anger and my choking sounds. They fucked me like I was a toy, slapping my ass and tits, twisting my nipples until I cried out. “You’re just a fucking hole now,” Jake snarled, cumming hot and thick in my mouth, making me swallow every drop. Ben came inside my cunt right after, his grip on my throat cutting off my air as he emptied himself into me. When they were done, they wiped their messy cocks on my face, marking me, then slapped me again. “Get lost, Relic.”

This is my life now. I sleep in Jake’s bed, but only after he’s used my body. I wake up most days with his cock already inside me, fucking my sleepy pussy raw. He drinks my breast milk straight from my nipples while he does it, biting down hard. It’s all to keep me pregnant, to keep the milk flowing for the whole household. Marcus watches sometimes while he fucks Chloe on the couch, whispering how much he loves her. I’m just the background noise, the used-up Relic, addicted to the rough fuck sessions that are the only thing that make me feel anything anymore. The irony is so thick, I could choke on it. And I do. Every single day.