I was in love with hesitant, prudish college crush Peg; she loved me too. When she told her parents she loved me, they advised her to pick me or her fiancé and cut the other off completely. She broke my heart when she chose her fiancé. We haven’t been in contact for four years. One day, she found me and asked me to come to her place with her fiancé Greg for dinner.

I was reluctant to meet with both, but prayed for a fantasy reunion. Since I was meeting him for the first time, I hoped he had no hard feelings about me. Nervously, I knocked on their green door and hoped for the best. When Peg threw the door open with Greg at her side, I was crushed. This wouldn’t be the hot reunion I hoped for. Peg beamed, kissed me with passion and tongue next to smiling Greg.

Peg said, “No worries, Ed, I told Greg ALL about us — how much we kissed with chaste passion, never got fully to 1^st base or beyond, and still fell in love with each other. I hope to make up for my hesitation to you to make love. I’m not that prude you knew then.” Laughing at my shocked face, she cupped my cock for the first time, put my hand on her big soft tit for the first time, and wrestled her tongue, also for our first time. Greg smiled in silence. I nearly came within five minutes of seeing her.

While still in her open doorway, she unzipped me, found my stiffening commando cock, and snaked it out as Greg watched. Shocked, I moaned and returned her kiss as I felt her tit over her shirt for the first time. “Umm, I love an uncut cock for the taste, soft bishop, and the way that foreskin slides by my hand.” While she stroked me for the first time ever, Greg removed her top. After a brief trip under her bra, I released it and fondled her big, soft bare tit as Greg watched unfazed. He released her skirt and dropped it. I’d never seen her in a swimsuit or panties. Barely fondling her ass at our college “swamp” was enough to cause our intensely emotional breakup. Now she was near naked, and handling my bare cock with her front door still open next to her fiancé.

Taking the hint, I slid her panties to her ankles. My nose and mouth traveled through her jet-black landing strip. As my five-year-old dream came true, I spread her lips and inhaled her aroused perfume. My nose rubbed her stiffening clit as my tongue licked her pussy open for my first time. Forgotten noises escaped me as I added two fingers in her pussy and elicited her intoxicating juices. My heart raced.

She pulled my shirt off. As I stood, we ensured my cock slid up between her short, sexy legs. When my bishop parked itself against her wet inner lips, Greg reached around and unfastened my slacks, then dropped them to my feet. As I stepped out of them naked, I noticed Greg was already naked. His smaller cock was cut and stiff. When I stepped farther into their home, I also stepped into Peg’s welcoming pussy. It was glorious. Pubes to pubes was where I wanted to live and die. She clenched my cock and Frenched me as I pinched her stiff nipple. Greg got behind me and rested his stiff six inches along my ass crack. When I resisted, he said, “No worries. I won’t put it in you unless you ask me. I just want to share our warm bits as you fuck my fiancé.” Still fiancé, I questioned?

With the three of us naked, Peg hopped on a table, spread her legs, and said with a grin, “I know you always wanted to do this, so dinner and dessert are on me. Dig in.” She spread her pussy open and pulled her clit hood back. I leaned down, inhaled her musky aroma, and lapped her sweet and tangy nectar. My stiff cock throbbed. Her swollen pretty pussy inspired me.