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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? This is going to be a whole ass saga, no cap. My name is Sloane Montgomery, and this is my life now. I’m 37, but I look 18—perks of a baby face and zero wrinkles, period. My husband, Robert, is 52. We have a history, okay? He knew me when I was a kid, and yeah, we got married right after I turned 18. Iconic, I know. We have three sons—Liam (19), Noah (17), and Caleb (15)—and a toddler daughter, Lily, who I’m still breastfeeding. Life was bougie. We had sex, like, all the time. Then I caught him with our son Liam’s childhood crush, Chloe Jennings. She’s 18, still in high school, and the look on her face when I walked in on them in our bed? Sheesh. Big yikes.

I confronted Robert. He was so calm, it was sus AF. He said I was “too old,” that my number was up, even though I’m standing there looking like I should be studying for finals. Then he told me to strip. I was like, “Excuse me?” He just repeated himself. So, high-key humiliated, I took off my clothes—my cute little miniskirt and sandals first, then everything else. He gathered every single stitch I owned. “From now on,” he said, “you’re ‘The Relic.’ A used-up thing from the past. That’s your name. Everyone will use it.”

He burned my clothes in the backyard fire pit. I stood there, fully naked, watching my entire identity go up in smoke. Then he moved Chloe into our bedroom. That same night, I had nowhere to sleep. I went to Liam’s room, shivering. “Can I… sleep here? I’m cold.” He looked at me with pure disgust, but his eyes raked over my body. “Fine,” he spat. “But you earn your spot.” He shoved me onto the bed, slapped me hard across the face so I wouldn’t look like his mom, and fucked me. It was rough, abusive. He choked me, bit my nipples until they were raw, and came deep inside my pussy. When he was done, he wiped his dick on my face and slapped me again. “That’s for being a pathetic Relic,” he growled.

That was just the beginning. Noah and Caleb started using me too. Robert would watch sometimes while fucking Chloe on the couch, whispering how much he loved his “beautiful teenager.” Chloe would try to mouth ‘sorry’ to me between her moans. Robert made it my job to get pregnant again, to keep my milk flowing. “I want this house to have fresh milk on tap,” he’d say, then suckle my tit hard, drinking my breast milk right from the source before going back to fucking Chloe.

The private parties at Robert’s were next level. Chloe was the main event, treated like a princess, passed around gently by Robert and his friends. I was the side piece. Men I didn’t know would spit-roast me—one cock ramming down my throat, another pounding my pussy from behind. They’d slap my tits, twist my clit, choke me until I saw stars, all while drinking my milk straight from my nipples. They’d always creampie me, flooding my cunt with cum. “Breed the Relic,” they’d laugh. I’d be left on the floor, covered in sweat, spit, and semen, my body tender and red.

After months of this, something broke in me. The pain… it started to feel like pleasure. The need for a cock inside me became an addiction. I started pulling pranks again, but now they were sexual. I’d wait until Liam was giving a presentation to some of his dad’s business associates in the living room. Then, fully naked and still leaking cum from an earlier gangbang, I’d crawl under the table and take his soft cock into my mouth. I’d work him until he was hard, listening to his voice strain as he tried to keep talking. The men would stare, knowing. After, he’d drag me to a closet, slap me, fuck me brutally, and then cum on my face. “You remember when your tiny dick came out of my womb?” I’d gasp, jokingly, as he slammed into me. “Look how big it is now, going right back in.” That just made him angrier, rougher, which was all I wanted.

Robert eventually divorced me, saying he was disgusted I’d had sex with so many men, including our sons. The irony wasn’t lost on me. He still kept me in the house. Chloe, sweet Chloe, finally convinced him to be nicer. We’d have family movie nights. I’d be naked, of course, sitting on the floor. The men would fondle my breasts for milk, slap my ass, and brag about fucking me. “I creampied The Relic three times yesterday,” Noah would say. I’d laugh and joke, “Make it four tonight, baby. This old pussy’s still hungry.” I’d embraced my title. I’d made peace with it. I was The Relic, the household milk cow and cum dumpster. It was all I could think about. Chloe and I got pregnant around the same time—hers with Robert’s love child, mine with… who even knows which son’s. We’d bond over our swollen bellies. Her pregnancy was celebrated. Mine was just a means to an end, to keep the milk flowing. And you know what? I was finally, perversely, happy. My mind was gone, and all that was left was the desperate, aching need for the next cock, the next slap, the next thick load pumping into my worn-out cunt. It was all I lived for. Period.