Why stop at one?

Morgan gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She had insisted on naming him Cory, acknowledging the actual father, though Nelson never caught on. He accepted the child as his own and was none the wiser. It had flipped a switch in Morgan's mind that made her aggressively hungry for more. So Morgan did what she did best. Calling on each of her lovers, Morgan spread her legs, got on all fours and worshiped their cocks as often as she could.

"Fuck... ...I'm in." He grunted as Morgan's head bobbed on his dark, thick length. Travone didn't even need to think about it.

"If you want babies, that's fine by me." He laughed as he railed her from behind.

"Mm... ...yes! Cum inside me!" Morgan groaned beneath him.

They didn't make it a regular thing as he was often out of town and she couldn't quite get away as much as she would've liked.

Jack however was around a lot and more than eager to lay with Morgan whenever he could. The two would get into riskier behavior as their trysts continued even go so far as to fooling around with her husband in the next room.

It did nothing to slow her down. If anything she had learned to milk Jack's nuts dry whenever the two met.

Cory was a different story. He was the father of her child and she couldn't deny there were feelings she had started to develop for him. They weren't just fucking, something else was happening between them.

Eventually Morgan stopped breaking things around the house and just started inviting Cory over to collect his virile loads in her fertile little honey pot. Nelson accepted him as new friend, considering how much time he was spending at their house all the while he was unaware just how much Morgan was giving their handyman.