You never closed the bedroom door anymore.

Your silk robe was already falling open, your bare skin flushed from wine and anticipation. At sixty-three, you wore your years like lingerie - confident, bold, unapologetically sensual. The house was hers now. No kids. No partner. Just silence... and heat.

And me as a playmate.

Rugged. Also sixty-three. Hands rough, hungry mouth and a full, wild beard. I was already on my knees, shoulders between your thighs, tongue pressed flat against your clit. You barely had time to lean back on the pillows before l started to devour you.

"Oh, fuck, yes..." you moaned, arching as my mouth moved lower-tongue dipping deep, sucking you open, thick fingers sliding in without warning.

“Just like that."

Your thighs gripped my head. Your hand twisted in my hair. I didn't tease. I fed. Sloppy, loud, wet sounds filled the room as l finger fucked your sweet little cunt

Neither of us heard the front door.

Cherie had let herself in like always. Twenty years of friendship gave her that right. She'd just meant to return your book and maybe share a glass of wine.

But the moment she stepped in, she heard you.

A moan. Low. Then louder.

She followed the sound, heart pounding. Hallway. Door open.

And there she was.

You - on the bed, robe open, legs wide, hips rolling against the face of a man eating her like he was starved. His tongue worked fast. His fingers were buried inside her. Her moans were feral.

Cherie froze.

She should have left.

But she didn't.

She leaned against the doorframe, one hand already between her thighs, the other covering her mouth as she watched you unravel under my tongue. The sight was intoxicating.

Cherie had thought about sex with you before. Quietly. Alone.

Now... she was soaked.

Your head lifted and you eyes met those of Cherie.

You didn't stop moaning.

Didn't pull away.

You just smiled.

"My friend came to watch," you groaned to me, still bucking against my mouth.

"Mmm... she's touching herself..."

I grunted into your pussy, then looked up, smirking through the slick shine on my face.

"Come here."

Cherie stepped forward like she was in a dream-aroused, flushed, and trembling. You reached for her, pulling her down onto the bed without pause, lips capturing hers.

She tasted like heat. Like sex.

Your kiss was slow and filthy, tongues tangled, breathing fast.

I moved behind you again, gripping your hips, sliding my short thick cock inside your soaked pussy and my thumb into your asshole.

You gasped against Cherie's mouth.

"Watch me while he fucks me,” you ordered Cherie.

Cherie did - eyes wide as I started to thrust, slow at first, then faster. My cock filled you with thick, deep strokes, hips smacking against your ass, thumb and fingers pummelling your back door.

"Get on my face," you panted, eyes locked on Cherie.

Cherie lifted her skirt, revealing glistening thighs, no panties, swollen pussy lips already wet. She straddled your face-hesitant for only a second - then cried out as your mouth latched onto her pussy.

"Fuck... oh my fuck..."

You licked her like you had wanted her for years - tongue deep, lips wrapped around her clit, fingers holding her open while l slammed into your pussy from behind.

The three of us moved like heat and need were the only language they understood.

Cherie grinded on your face, hips shaking, body trembling.

"I'm gonna cum... I can't stand it….. oh fuck!"

She came hard, gushing against your tongue, gasping, legs shaking uncontrollably.

Below her, you moaned from the taste and the way l was now pounding into you with desperate hunger.

"God, you're tight," l growled, sweat dripping, balls slapping your swollen soaked folds.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum..."

You came at the same time, exploding and screaming into Cherie's pussy as you clenched around my cock, milking my orgasm from deep inside you. I roared, burying myself to the base, spilling streams of cum inside you.

And still we weren't done.

The air was thick with sweat, sex, and something that felt like freedom.

You lay on your back, panting, glistening between the legs. Cherie collapsed beside you, giggling breathlessly.

They looked at me who was already hard again, my cock still wet and stiff.

Cherie bit her lip. "Still hungry?"

You grinned. "Let's eat him."

You both slid down the bed.

Cherie wrapped her lips around my tip, slow, tongue teasing the crown. You kissed the base, licking my balls, then swapped places-deep-throating me until your nose met my groin.

You passed me back and forth, wet and sloppy, your tongues meeting, kissing around my shaft, stroking me in tandem.

I groaned, head back, fists gripping the sheets.

"Fuck yes... you two..."

"You love our mouths, don't you?" you cooed, jerking me fast while Cherie sucked my balls, moaning.

"Fill our mouths," Cherie whispered. "Cover our tongues with it."

I couldn't hold back.

I grunted hard, cock twitching, and then thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your lips, your chins, your tongues.

You moaned as you licked it up - swallowing and licking me clean, sharing the last drops between wet, messy kisses.

You wiped your chin with the back of your hand, looked at Cherie, then back at me.

"Next time," you purred, "we ride you together."

Cherie smiled wickedly. "Don't wait too long to call."

I didn’t bother texting.

I walked into your house like a man with a purpose—and a promise to keep.

You met me at the bedroom door, wearing nothing but your curves and a wicked smile.

“Cherie’s waiting,” you whispered.

Inside, Cherie was sprawled naked across the bed, legs open, fingers already teasing between her folds.

“Took you long enough.”

I stripped as l crossed the room. Shirt. Pants. Everything. My cock was already thick and aching.

You pushed me down onto the bed, you mouth already on my neck.

“Lie back,” you ordered. “And open your mouth.”

You climbed up over my chest, knees planted on either side of my face. I didn’t hesitate. I gripped your thighs and buried my tongue deep into your soaked pussy.

You tasted like sex and sin.

I licked you slowly at first - teasing your folds, then flattening my tongue and dragging it up to your clit. I sucked it gently, then harder, sending tremors through your legs.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasped. “Just like that. Right there.”

Cherie slid between my legs and licked the length of my cock, slow and deliberately. Then again. Then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth while you rode my tongue.

The two women locked eyes over my body.

Then Cherie moved.

She pushed you gently off my mouth.

“My turn,” she said.

You smiled and rolled beside me, watching as Cherie straddled my face.

Her pussy was already glistening.

I wasted no time. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, tongue diving into her wetness. I flicked at her clit, then pressed my tongue inside her, slow and deep.

Cherie ground her hips on my face, moaning loudly.

“Fuck… he eats pussy like it’s his fucking job.”

You crawled toward us, kissing Cherie deeply, tasting her on my lips.

Then you moved lower — licking across Cherie’s breasts, sucking one nipple, then the other.

Your hand slipped between Cherie’s thighs, fingers joining my tongue in worship.

Cherie was trembling now.

“Don’t stop… Don’t—”

Her orgasm hit like a slap—wet, raw, loud. She cried out, her thighs shaking around my face, her juices spilling across my chin into my beard.

You pulled her off me and kissed her again, licking her clean.

Then, with a glance between the two of you, you climbed onto my cock and sank down in one long, slow slide.

“Fuck…” l groaned.

“You’re not done,” you whispered, grinding your hips.

Cherie straddled my face again.

One woman on my cock, the other on my tongue.

I was lost in pussy. Lost in heat.

You rode me, fucked me, used me – two wet, moaning goddesses taking what they wanted. You bounced on my cock while Cherie held onto the headboard, grinding her clit across my mouth, gasping with every lick.

I came close. But you weren’t done yet.

You leaned forward, whispering something to Cherie. You dismounted me in sync, and then pushed me flat.

You stroked my shaft.

“Let’s taste him.”

You went down together - two mouths, one cock.

Cherie sucked the head while you licked the base, then they swapped.

Tongues met. Lips kissed over my length. You moaned into each other’s mouths, sharing spit, precum, and heat.

You stroked me together - wet, messy, fast.

“I want him on our tits,” Cherie growled.

You nodded. “All over us.”

You squeezed you tits together, trapping my cock between them.

I thrust upward, sliding through your cleavages as two tongues flicked over the head every time it appeared.

“Fucking hell” l gasped.

I tensed. Groaned. And then-

Hot cum shot between you, across your tits, your mouths, your faces.

You licked each other clean, giggling, moaning, kissing through the mess.

When you collapsed beside me, tangled in sweat and sex, you whispered with a grin,

“Next time… we ride you until you beg.”

Evening fell like a slow caress, washing your home in warm shadows. Candles flickered. Music low and rhythmic pulsed from the speaker.

The wine was open, untouched. The air was already thick with want.

Cherie was the first to move.

Wearing only a silk robe, she slid behind you and kissed your neck, slow and wet, as you stood in front of the mirror.

“You looked so fucking perfect yesterday.”

You smiled, pulling the robe from your shoulders.

“Then undress me properly.”

Cherie obeyed, kissing down your spine as she slid the robe off, leaving you bare and glowing. You held each other, naked now, full breasts pressed together, lips brushing — until Cherie deepened the kiss, tongue slipping in, hands roaming freely over hips and thighs.

“Don’t start without me,” l said, stepping into the doorway, cock already thick and pulsing in his hand.

You turned, smirking. “We did say we’d ride you together.”

You brought me to the bed — two hungry, wet women, kissing me, licking me, crawling over me like heat itself. You took your time, warming me with mouths and hands, teasing my cock until it throbbed against my belly.

Then Cherie whispered, “Let’s see how long he lasts.”

She climbed atop me first - lowering her soaked pussy onto my cock inch by inch, gasping as l filled her.

You didn’t wait – you straddled my face and leaned down to kiss Cherie as l licked her pussy like a starving man.

My tongue circled your clit, dipped inside, and returned with expert rhythm, while Cherie rode my cock hard and fast.

The two of you kissed over me, moaning into each other’s mouths, breasts brushing, sweat starting to form.

Then you swapped.

You slid down onto my cock, wet and needy, gripping my chest as you began to fuck me deep and slow. Cherie settled on my face, pressing herself down, grinding her slick folds across my mouth.

“Eat me, Mike. God, yes… don’t stop.

I didn’t.

My tongue flicked across her clit, then sucked hard, making her cry out. Your pussy clenched tighter with each deep thrust - faster, rougher now - until you exploded, shaking, nails dragging down my chest as you came hard.

Cherie followed seconds later, screaming into the pillow, her orgasm spilling over my mouth.

But you weren’t done.

You pushed me onto my side — you behind me, stroking my cock while Cherie slid between my thighs again, licking up and down the shaft with a filthy grin.

You leaned in, your lips brushing my ear. “Now we suck you together.”

Your tongues met on my cockhead - warm, wet, licking in circles. One mouth swallowed me whole while the other licked my balls, kissed my thighs, kissed you. Your mouths shared my cock, spit dripping, moans vibrating through my body.

I was close.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet,” Cherie warned. “We’re not finished.”

She turned, lying on her back beside me, legs open.

“Lick me while she fucks you.”

I didn’t argue.

I buried my face in Cherie’s pussy, tongue lapping her slickness as you mounted me again - this time backwards, your ass slapping against my thighs as you fucked me hard.

The room was obscene — hot, wet, desperate. Cherie’s moans echoed with your gasps, my cock wet and tight inside you, my tongue soaked in Cherie’s orgasm.

You came first, pussy clenching like a vice as you cried out, riding me fast and raw. My body jerked. My grip tightened.

Then Cherie pulled my face up and kissed me, licking her own cum from my lips.

“Now you can come,” you whispered.

I did - with a groan so loud it echoed off the walls - thick streams spilling deep inside you.

You stayed on me, grinding every drop out.

Then you both kissed - tasting me, tasting each other, lips shiny, bodies soaked in sweat and cum.

You collapsed together.

Breathless. Spent. Smiling.

You ran your fingers down Cherie’s spine.

Cherie licked my chest.

“You better hydrate.”

I grinned through the haze. “I’ll drink extra water.”

I was already lightheaded from the orgasms I’d coaxed out of both of you, but you weren’t finished with me - not even close.

You pushed me onto my back again, and this time, you straddled my hips in reverse, your back to me as you gripped my cock and guided it back inside your soaked, pulsing pussy.

Cherie slid up toward my face, breasts swaying, cheeks flushed. She fed me her tongue and her moans as you bounced on my cock with wet, slick slaps echoing through the room.

“Fuck him deep,” Cherie whispered to you, glancing back at the curve of her friend’s ass. “I want to see you ride him till he begs.”

“I plan to,” you hissed, slamming your hips down harder now, letting your full ass crash onto my thighs with each thrust.

I grunted, every nerve lit, every inch of my cock clenched in pulsing velvet.

Cherie watched, transfixed, fingers idly teasing her clit. Then she leaned down and kissed your spine, trailing her tongue down between the cheeks of your ass, licking lower -

You gasped. “Oh… fuck, Cherie”

Cherie licked again, slowly this time, while l groaned beneath you, feeling the heat of your bodies, the wetness, the mess of it all.

Then Cherie moved around, and with you still bouncing on my cock, she leaned in and kissed me deeply - tongue first, filthy and hungry - before sliding down my body and nestling beside my cock.

She kissed your clit, right as you were grinding down hard on my shaft.

“Fuck!” you shouted.

“Lick her while I fuck her,” l growled, voice hoarse.

Cherie obeyed, tongue flicking at your bud while you ground herself raw on my thick cock. Your thighs trembled, you moans rising into a high, desperate scream as your orgasm crashed over you - wet, intense, and shaking.

But Cherie wasn’t finished.

As you collapsed beside me, panting, Cherie climbed onto me, gripping my soaked cock and sliding it into her with a sigh so deep it sounded like a prayer.

She rode me fast, no buildup, just need. Her breasts bounced as her wet heat gripped me in pulsing rhythm. She leaned back, fingers on her clit, until her whole body stiffened.

I sat up, grabbing her ass and pulling her against me, pounding into her now. You licked one of Cherie’s nipples, then the other, as the brunette exploded around my cock - screaming, shaking, falling apart.

The room smelled of sex and sweat and release.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. You and Cherie dropped to your knees in front of me, mouths open, tongues out.

I stroked once. Twice.

And then -

I came in thick ropes, hot and dripping onto your tongues, your lips, your faces. You kissed through the mess, licking each other slowly, smirking as you cleaned me with your mouths and tongues.

When you collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled, breath ragged, you whispered into the dark, “We’re going to ruin you, Mike…”

I only smiled, eyes closing.

I hoped so.