My Boyfriend Has No Idea How Much of a Spit-Roast Threesome Slut I Was in College

I’m 26 now, in a committed relationship with my amazing boyfriend of two years. He’s sweet, attentive, and gives me everything I need except the wild, filthy energy I used to chase nonstop in college. God, I miss those days. Back then I was the ultimate party slut, always down for threesomes that left me dripping and sore the next morning.
It started my sophomore year. I’d go out with my girls, get tipsy, and end up sandwiched between two hot guys from the frat across campus. Spit roasts were my favorite. One night I was on all fours in a dorm room, one thick cock slamming into my pussy from behind while the other guy fed his dick down my throat. They had me gagging and moaning, spit running down my chin as they used me like a toy. I came so hard my legs shook, and when they switched positions I just begged for more. Feeling two guys spit roast you, their balls slapping against you while you’re stuffed at both ends, is addictive.
Cowgirl while sucking cock was another go-to. I’d ride one guy reverse, grinding deep so his cock hit every spot, my tits bouncing as I leaned forward to take his friend’s shaft between my lips. I loved looking up at him with watery eyes while I bobbed my head, tasting myself on the other dick. Sometimes they’d hold my hair and fuck my face while I bounced, controlling the rhythm until I was a messy, orgasming wreck. One weekend I did three different threesomes in two days different guys each time. I’d leave their places with cum leaking down my thighs, already texting for the next hookup.
I was shameless about it. I’d text my regular fuck buddies “bring a friend” and show up in tiny skirts with no panties. Double penetration, facials, getting passed back and forth I tried it all and loved every second. My body count skyrocketed, but I felt so alive, so wanted.
Now I’m monogamous and happy with my boyfriend. He has no idea about my slutty past, and I don’t plan on telling him. But sometimes when we’re fucking I close my eyes and remember being the center of a spit roast, two cocks owning me at once. I cum harder thinking about it. Part of me wonders if I’ll ever get to be that free again, or if I’ll just keep these dirty secrets locked away while I play the perfect girlfriend.