Cary was both a voyeur and participant in the scene. Ten minutes earlier, she had welcomed two hunks into her hotel room and was now watching them suck each other’s impressive cocks. From a comfy chair in the corner, Cary found this so different from anything she had ever experienced, so hot, that she began masturbating right there, one hand plunging deep inside, the other rubbing her clit.
Wait, we are getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s rewind about 12 hours.
Cary, like she does at most conventions, had established a gym routine that allows her to stay fit and in shape, and at 5’4”, 135 pounds, she looks fabulous for a 63-year-old. An early riser at 6 AM, she does her yoga stretching routine, necessary to maintain the flexibility needed for the sexual gymnastics she can perform, and then bikes for half an hour, just enough to keep her legs toned. As a cougar always on the prowl at these business outings, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
On this particular morning, as with most conventions, she had the hotel gym to herself and felt comfortable wearing tight pink yoga pants and a matching pink sports bra. Halfway through her stretching, a younger man, 30-something, she guessed, entered and began using the free weights. Cary noticed that he was not only good-looking but also quite buff.
While holding her yoga poses, a few of them somewhat sexually provocative, she noticed him sneaking peeks at her, especially when her D-cup boobs, barely contained by her bra, were prominently on display. Taking the bull by the horns, Cary approached him.
“I’m Cary, you know it’s OK to look.”
“I’m Todd. I’m sorry… I couldn’t help myself… you’re just… so beautiful… and fit.”
“Thanks, Todd. I’ve been checking you out myself, and I like what I see; both handsome and ripped. I’ve been having trouble keeping a sustained stretch with a few poses. Would you mind giving me a hand?”
With that, Cary flexed into the Happy Baby pose. Todd was hesitant at first, but Cary assured him it was OK to touch. She had him bend over her from the front and put gentle pressure on her hamstrings as she held that position. She could tell by the bulge in his shorts that he was enjoying the view.
“Let’s try this one,” Cary breaking into the Cat and Cow pose. When she had Todd drape over her from behind and mimic her moves, she could feel his hardness on her bum through the thin fabric of the yoga pants.
After a few more poses with Todd assisting at Cary’s directives, she finished up.
“Thanks, Todd. Are you busy later? Maybe we can continue where we just left off,” leaving no doubt what she was offering.
“Sorry, I’m working until 5. It’s part of the interview process at Mount Sinai Medical.”
“Doctor?”
“Surgeon.”
“I’m impressed, brains and good looks. How about we meet then in my room at seven if that fits your plans.”
“Cary, I would love to, but I’m in town with my partner.”
“Well… bring her along if you two are into that sort of thing. We can make it a threesome.”
“His name is Andrew… and we are both bi, and yes, I think he’d be into it.”
“So, it’s a date. See you both at seven.
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Now you’re somewhat caught up, but let’s bring you up to speed completely.
At precisely seven, there was a knock at the door, and Cary answered it wearing a black satin lingerie body suit, her boobs barely concealed, nipples already hardened against the fabric.
Looking directly at Todd’s partner, “Hi, Andrew, I’m Cary, glad you could make it.”
Andrew was even more gorgeous than Todd, the look you would find in the old Calvin Klein ads. Cary was surprised that he was black. Not that it mattered, but she had never been with a black man before. She led them to the bedroom, which was dimly lit but still bright enough to see clearly. Tonight, she wanted to watch.
Cary stood in the center of the hotel suite’s open living space, the faint city light spilling in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. She could hear the two men’s breathing a few feet away and smell their freshly showered skin, faintly mingled with the lingering trace of cologne.
Her voice carried the kind of authority that came from knowing she was in complete control. The pulse between her thighs was building with every second.
“Undress for me,” she told them softly.
Todd began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving Cary’s. Andrew, more hesitant, followed, pulling his T-shirt over his head, and then they worked together to meet her request, clothing scattered on the floor.
Cary didn’t look away. She hungrily watched their hands as they shed their clothes. When their underwear slid down, it revealed what she already knew she wanted: to touch, to taste, to take her time with. She tilted her head, a small, knowing smile on her lips. Andrew would be her first BBC (Big Black Cock).
“We’re going to take our time tonight,” she said, her tone a mixture of promise and warning. “I want to enjoy every part of you… and I want you to enjoy every part of me.”
Then, without hurry, she slipped out of her lingerie and let it fall to the floor. The cool air caressed her bare skin, her nipples growing hard, a mix of temperature and anticipation.
Neither man spoke, but both stared openly, taking in the long lines of her legs, the curve of her hips, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.
She moved with feline grace toward the armless chair angled in the corner. She sat, crossing one leg over the other in a casual, commanding pose, letting them see everything she wanted them to see.
“I want to watch you make love to each other,” whispered Cary.
Todd and Andrew stood facing each other in the warm hush of the room. Cary’s pulse was already quickening. She wanted to savor this, her first time seeing two men she desired, as they studied each other.
Todd’s hand came up first, brushing the flat plane of Andrew’s chest, then trailing down over the ridges of his stomach. Andrew mirrored him, his fingertips moving over Todd’s hip, tracing inward.
Todd’s hand found Andrew’s cock, already hard, and Andrew’s fingers closed around Todd in return. The sight was mesmerizing, two hard, beautiful cocks growing under each other’s touch. Cary shifted in the chair, her thighs pressing together, wetness dampening the seat.
Cary’s eyes watched every movement, each stroke growing more passionate. Todd’s thumb grazed the sensitive head of Andrew’s cock. Andrew responded in kind, sliding his palm slowly up Todd’s cock before wrapping it firmly, their hands moving in a familiar rhythm that made Cary’s breath come shorter.
Todd’s free hand traveled up Andrew’s side, across his shoulder, and into the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Andrew let their foreheads rest together before he dropped his gaze lower. Cary could see the decision in his eyes before it happened…slow, purposeful. Andrew lowered himself to his knees.
Cary watched him lean forward, his lips brushing the underside of Todd’s shaft, before his tongue traced a path upward. Todd’s hand moved to the back of Andrew’s head, fingers threading through his hair, his hips shifting in response.
The sight was almost overwhelming, raw and intimate, and yet controlled. Cary could feel the heat low in her belly, her thighs parting as she took in every sound and movement between them.
Andrew’s mouth was working in long, deep strokes now, his hand at the base of Todd’s shaft keeping a steady rhythm while his lips and tongue explored the rest. Todd’s head tipped back, his hips began to move with subtle thrusts, following the pace Andrew set.
Cary’s breathing had become shallow without her realizing it. The sight of two strong men utterly lost in each other sent a pulse straight through her. Her hand drifted between her thighs, fingertips brushing the wetness before circling in slow, teasing swirls.
Andrew pulled back just enough to let his tongue drag along the sensitive ridge, then dipped lower to take Todd’s balls into his mouth. Todd’s gasp broke into a half-moan, and the sound made Cary’s hips lift from the chair, her own movements matching the rhythm of Andrew’s mouth.
Todd’s free hand slid down to grasp Andrew’s cock, stroking him in firm, deliberate pulls while Andrew continued to work him with his mouth. Their mutual pleasure fed on itself, intensifying until the air in the room felt thick with heat and desire.
“Come up on the bed,” Todd whispered into Andrew’s ear.
The two now lay in opposite directions, taking each other in their mouths, licking, sucking, their hands exploring, one finger at each rear entrance. There was a familiarity to their movements.
Cary’s thighs quivered, her breathing uneven. In one hand, she urgently searched for her G-spot, the other thumbing her clit, moving in tandem to satisfy her need. The sight of them devouring each other’s beautiful cocks was sending her over the edge. She could no longer tell if she was in control of the scene or if it had taken control of her.
Cary rose slowly from the chair. The lamp behind her cast her skin in warm gold, her curves moving with unhurried confidence as she stepped closer.
Todd caught the shift of light in his peripheral vision, but he didn’t stop taking Andrew’s cock deep, his tongue swirling, his own body still rocking from Andrew’s mouth. Cary knelt beside them, her hand gliding along Todd’s thigh, her fingertips hovering just at his base.
Andrew glanced up briefly, his lips still wrapped around Todd, and the intensity in Cary’s gaze made him pause. She leaned in, placing a slow kiss on the inside of Todd’s thigh, her tongue tracing up until she met Andrew’s lips.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured.
Todd shifted positions, freeing Andrew’s shaft, so he could now watch Andrew and Cary take him whole, together, letting his cock become the center of their focus. His butt rose off the bed to meet their tongues, their lips.
Cary found Andrew’s cock with her hand, warm and rigid in her palm. She began to stroke him, keeping him hard, alive. Their movements became a wordless conversation… mouths and hands syncing in a purposeful rhythm. It was what Cary had been waiting for, the three of them completely locked into each other, each touch deepening the next. She let the action unfold…
But Cary, now sensing she was taking them to places they had never been before, shifted her body, changing the dynamics of the moment.
“Lie back, both of you.”
Cary began slowly stroking both, feeling the tension in their core, the growing anticipation building under her touch, her gaze never wavering, locked into their eyes. She was breathing faster now, their cocks seeming to grow even larger, thicker, with every movement.
Then, Cary wanted to taste them, needed to taste Andrew, and have Todd’s cock again in her mouth. First one, then the other, flicking the head, going deep to the base, and back up. Over and over until their bodies shook with each pass, their eyes never leaving Cary. She could taste their precum, but the night was still young, and she knew what she wanted next…
… A Daisy Chain.
Cary positioned Todd and Andrew, arranging their bodies with confident touches, a hand on a shoulder here, a guiding push at a hip there, until the three of them formed a perfect triangle on the bed, head to toe, their sexual centers aligned. The visual effect was electric.
Cary reached for Andrew’s throbbing cock, gave it a few tugs, and then wrapped her mouth around its full thickness. He responded by moving his hips closer, allowing her to take it all in. At the same time, she felt Todd’s mouth adding to her wetness, his tongue darting in her folds, then sucking her clit, making her body shake with ecstasy. She could also see Andrew lovingly going deep-throat on Todd, one hand massaging his balls. The sight was surreal, out of a porn video.
The three of them were moving in an unbroken loop of heat and passion. Every sound amplified, the slick slide of lips, the muffled grunts, the rhythm of their breathing, no one’s needs neglected.
Cary felt the power of it, their bodies bound together in a perfect cycle of giving and receiving, and she pressed deeper into it, controlling the pace, teasing just enough to draw out the pleasure.
Todd’s tongue moved with long, deliberate strokes that made Cary’s thighs tense, his hands holding her hips. The sensation was filled with heat, every lick sending a tremor through her core, his fingers exploring, yet she didn’t lose her focus on Andrew.
She alternated between drawing him deep into her throat and swirling her tongue lazily around his tip. Her free hand still worked over his shaft, feeling him swell harder and hotter in her grasp.
Then, in a moment of wicked inspiration, she broke the loop…and had them reverse positions.
Cary now had her lips pressed to Todd’s shaft, licking him slowly and deeply, before guiding Andrew forward to take his place at her pussy, his tongue already finding that sweet spot. The shift made Todd groan loudly, his voice breaking as Andrew’s eager mouth continued to close around her.
She heard them both gasp, male voices overlapping in need as Todd drew Andrew into his warm mouth…and it spurred her on.
Her free hand slid down between her thighs, finding herself slick and throbbing. The daisy chain was complete again…her lips on Todd, Todd’s on Andrew, Andrew’s tongue buried in her, and the feedback loop of sensation was almost unbearable.
Every moan vibrated through to the next. Every shift of hips sent new ripples of pleasure around the circle. Cary felt herself balancing right at the edge, her body humming with the awareness that this was no longer just her first bisexual threesome; it was desire feeding on itself.
She opened her eyes briefly and saw them both, Todd lost in Andrew’s taste, Andrew’s eyes glazed and dark as his tongue moved faster inside her…and she knew they were all close. The heat was building, and she had every intention of taking them right to the breaking point together.
There was only one way to finish this, and Cary knew exactly how the climax would play out; in three rounds…
…She turned onto all fours, her hair spilling forward over her shoulders, breasts swaying with the movement. Andrew knelt in front of her, his thick shaft inches from her face, the veins standing proud. She took him without hesitation, lips wrapping tight around him, savoring his cock as she slid down, deeper, her tongue tracing the underside.
Behind her, she felt Todd’s warmth, his hands on her hips, and then his cock pushing her entrance in one smooth, deep thrust. His fullness made her moan, and she took Andrew’s cock to her limit, the vibration sending a shiver through him. Todd began to pump, each stroke hitting deep, his hips smacking against her ass in a steady, urgent rhythm.
The sound of their bodies filled the room: the wet pull of her mouth on Andrew, the slap of Todd’s hips, their ragged breathing. Andrew’s hand cupped the back of her head, guiding her pace, drawing her closer, while Todd’s thrusts grew sharper. They were all so close, teetering on the edge, but Cary wasn’t ready to let it end.
She pulled Andrew out, licking the taste of him from her lips, and moved away from Todd, then shifted them into another position before their momentum broke…
…Cary moved onto her side, resting on her right leg, her left leg held aloft, her core fully exposed, wet, inviting. Looking directly at Andrew, their eyes locked, she began playing with her pussy, two fingers penetrating inside, her thumb finding her swollen clit.
“Andrew, I want you inside me.”
Andrew moved alongside her, his hand now on her leg, further spreading her open, before he pushed in hard, burying himself in one deep stroke. Cary’s body jolted forward. She felt Andrew’s pace build, then quicken…fast and relentless. The sight of his cock moving piston-like was what she had hoped for. She let him know how turned on she was.
“Don’t stop, just like that, right there.”
Todd was now at her side, sitting back on his heels, his cock glistening and stiff, right at her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep until she felt the head nudge the back of her throat. Todd’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down his shaft. She held him there, tasting all of him, and her own juices from just minutes ago.
Cary was caught between them, every nerve alive, the rhythm between the three of them so perfectly in sync it felt inevitable where it was heading next…and she would let them decide who went where…
…Todd was still slick from Cary’s mouth when he sat back on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, his chest rising and falling. Cary reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, her hand trembling slightly, not from nerves, but from the sheer electric charge in the room. She squeezed a generous amount into her palm and began to stroke it along Todd’s cock, slow and deliberate, coating every inch until it gleamed in the low light.
Andrew stepped forward, his body taut, his breath ragged. Without a word, he turned away from Todd and squatted over him. Cary’s gaze locked on his face as he lowered himself, inch by inch, onto Todd’s thick length. The groan that came from deep in Andrew’s chest was matched by Todd’s sharp inhale, his hands gripping Andrew’s hips as they connected fully.
They began to move together, small, rolling gyrations. Cary could hardly breathe watching it, the two men completely open with each other, feeding off the shared rhythm.
But she wasn’t just going to watch. She reached for Andrew’s hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking him in time with their movement. The heat in her core spiked when Andrew’s eyes met hers, heavy with lust. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking from tip to base, feeling every pulse of him against her tongue.
Then she wanted more, needed more. Cary pulled back, spun around, and straddled Andrew, facing away from him. With one smooth motion, she lowered herself onto his cock, the stretch and fullness making her gasp. Her hands braced on his thighs as she began to ride him reverse cowgirl, her hips rolling, her body moving with the deep, pounding rhythm.
The sensation was overwhelming, Andrew’s hands reaching around to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, Todd’s hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit in tight, insistent circles. Every nerve in her body was lit, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
It was all too much, the feel of Andrew buried inside her while he took Todd in himself, the way both men’s hands were on her, claiming her, sharing her…pushed her over the edge. Cary’s orgasm tore through her, a body-shaking, mind-bending release that made her cry out, her entire body quivering as she rode it out.
Andrew followed almost instantly, his grip tightening on her hips as he groaned and spilled into her, his climax drawn out by the way Todd drove into him. Todd was last as he thrust hard, pumping deep into Andrew before his body finally stilled.
The three of them collapsed together onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. Their breathing slowed in unison as the heat of the moment settled in. And there, in that tangled heap, they lay until the room went still and the night finally claimed them.
