All the way, as long as she gets to watch

Elizabeth just nodded her approval to us, dazedly muttering, “I want to watch.”

That was all the permission I needed. Slowly, smoothly, I pushed the entirety of my granite hardness into Stephanie. As she and I watched each subsequent inch of me disappear between her legs, Stephanie just kept moaning, “I can’t believe we’re really doing this… I can’t believe we’re really doing this…”

“Neither can I,” I assured her. “But we ARE.”

And we DID. I fucked Stephanie while her best friend—my wife—watched us do it. It felt absolutely spectacular. Elizabeth was my soulmate and my one true love, but Stephanie was my first. And you never really get over your first.

Feeling left out, Corrine sat her naked body down on the carpet beside me, smiling with pride as my eyes were inexorably drawn to her tits.

“See anything you like?” she asked, spreading her legs apart squeezing her breasts together.

“Hell yes,” I answered.

Then Corrine scooped up her tremendous tits and offered them to my hungry mouth. In a daze, I suckled the plump, juicy nipples between my lips, relishing every delicious second of it.

Continuing to fuck Stephanie, I shifted my weight onto one hand, reaching out with my other to play with Corrine’s poor, neglected pussy.

Everything was pretty overwhelming: Elizabeth, Corrine, and Stephanie’s combined moans filling the air, the wet heat of Stephanie’s body clenching at my cock, and the feel of Corrine squirming on my fingers while her tits smothered my face.

It took all my willpower, but somehow I managed not to come. Chalk it up to getting older, I suppose—better self-control during sex. Still, all that self-control was only gonna do so much for me. These girls were way too hot.

Beneath me, Stephanie’s body went rigid as she cried out in ecstasy. I slowed down, gently rubbing my pelvis against her for a few minutes as she was wracked by short little tremors—orgasmic aftershocks—until she finally collapsed with a long, happy sigh.