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”.