[MMF] Is a cuckold a cuckold even if he doesn’t know? Part 2

I attended my college 5th reunion 2 years ago without my husband. I went a little wild at a party and ended up enjoying sex with a small group of current students in a fraternity house basement. It wouldn’t have happened but for alcohol and marijuana topped off with a dash of a date rape drug in my glass. But to be honest, I was pretty clear-minded a few hours later, and yet I kept the party going for another hour or two.

At around the same time I became pregnant. My husband and I were planning a child and were intimate with each other many times in the weeks before and after my gangbang. My baby is 15 months old and I’m not sure who the father is. I love the feeling that I’ve possibly been bred by an unknown mystery man I’ll never see again. I meant nothing to him yet I’ll be the mother of his child for the rest of my life. My husband, thoroughly cuckolded, looks smaller to me now. Just a tiny bit less important to me. He might not be “Daddy”.

I should be ashamed of myself. Instead I am in the shower, washing away the evidence of my ongoing misbehavior.

Despite the risks of Covid-19, the local colleges have resumed in-person classes for half their students. The news is full of shocked local TV coverage of these careless young men and women partying happily, back on campus after 6 months of shut down. Locked up in their home town with Mom and Dad. No parties, no booze, little sex. But they’re back now, and they have some serious catching up to do. Catching up with their fun, and also their messed up college studies.

And I’m doing my best to help. I’m registered at the college as a tutor for Business Administration students. I’m a CPA and help students in Cost Accounting 301 , and in Receivables Management 401. It pays well – between the student, the school, and a grant, tutors earn about $75 an hour. The schools have repurposed unused dormitory rooms as teaching or tutoring pods, safe spaces for us to meet.

Let me make it clear that most of the time tutoring is all that takes place. I’m serious about the work and most of the students want the tutoring to help their grades. But they are 19- and 20-year old boys, and I’m a MILF, and they get distracted sometimes. I really shouldn’t wear the sleeveless T with all the sideboob, or the skin-tight yoga pants that show my camel toe. I shouldn’t smile so much, or lightly touch the back of their hand when they get a correct answer. There are quite a few things I shouldn’t do.

I try very hard to spend at least 30 minutes on the work before I let myself be folded over the desktop for sex. Or taken doggy on the rug. They know to pinch my nipples and pull my hair if they want to get a scream out of me before they cum. I only need 20 or 25 minutes of vigorous shafting, so the hour is long enough for everything.

And I’m not going to make that baby mistake twice – I am on birth control now so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy. Nevertheless, I make most of them wear a condom. Those male whores get around even more than I do, and I don’t want to bring home an STD for my husband. I do have two favorites I take raw. The two big ones. It would be a crime to wrap those meat clubs.

I said I’m in the shower because today was a raw ride and cum is still drooling out of me. My husband used to cum like that years ago, when we first met. His loads seem small to me now, what with all the college boys spraying their larger deposits.

Once in a while I will tutor two students at once. They’re all in the same classes, so they do need the lessons. The school saves a little money, because if I two at once my pat is less than double. You might think I resist that, but I kind of like two at once also. It isn’t like I do this for the money. Sometimes two guys take turns, and sometimes they make love to me at the same time. I’m not great at oral sex – I choke and gag too much, so I prefer to take one in the front and one in the back. I cannot imagine a better orgasm than the ones I get being DP-ed by a couple of guys barely old enough to vote.

So I stand here in my shower at home, cleaning my two holes, and I’m wondering what to do. Last night my husband asked me to consider going off of birth control to have the second child we always planned. Pregnancy is a lot of aches and pains and stress on my body. I don’t look forward to it even though I do indeed want another child. My first pregnancy would have been more of an ordeal except for the constant thrill of not knowing whose baby was growing inside my cheating uterus. If I’m going to do this again, I’ll need the same thrill. My students are going to be so happy to ditch their rubbers.

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