Bianca had never had a threesome. She was going to have one today.
It was time. Middle-age was the point in life when you had to go for it; to do the things you had shunned when you were younger - but which you would regret not doing when you finally reached the pearly gates.
A raucous romp with a couple of hot guys would make her bucket list complete. Hell, it might as well be the only thing on the list, if the sex would be as good as she imagined.
And she knew exactly who would give her that sex.
*
Her apartment was close to a gym. Often on her way home from work, she would pause to watch the guys working out. The place had a huge window so passers-by could look and lust. Well, she at least lusted.
Two guys in particular often caught her eye. One was a hunky blonde All-American type; studly-gorgeous in the Chuck Norris kind of way. The other was an attractive Asian; lithe but incredibly strong and dynamic, like Bruce Lee.
She of course did not know their names, so in her own mind, she called them Chuck and Bruce.
They always worked out together. She was determined that tonight, Chuck and Bruce would work together on her.
*
Bianca had noticed that Chuck and Bruce followed a regular workout schedule. Some nights they would be in the gym in the early evening; on others, they would be there later. On these later nights, they were always the last ones there. They probably closed the place down for their management buddy.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Bianca dressed for the occasion. (Barely dressed would be a better term.) She knew she still had a figure to attract guys. Her most recent lover had been an older guy who had been incredibly turned on by "busty and lusty" women. That was definitely her, and she worked it to her advantage.
She put on a light sweat shirt with a zipper down the front. No bra, of course. She pulled the zipper down enough to get the guys thinking right off the bat about a Breast-Fest. Might as well set the tone for the evening right away.
She pulled on some short-shorts like the ones the young hotties at the gym wore; the ones that basically said "Drool over my ass, and then you can fuck me." No underwear, of course.
She knew her legs were still lookers. She slipped into her sneakers, and strode the few blocks to the gym.
Just another girl ready for a workout. A hot, sweaty, steamy, blood-pumping workout.
*
When she entered the gym, she looked around to see who might still be there. Good - no one but her boys. They were in the section with the bars of big weights. Chuck was on his back on a bench, pushing one of those bars up from his chest, and then back down. With each thrust he gave a loud grunt. Thrust and grunt. Bianca considered that an omen of good things to come for her that night. Or rather, for her to cum that night.
Bruce stood behind Chuck, with his hands on the bar. Once, when she was checking out the gym through the front window, Bianca had noticed a guy on the bench falter in pushing up the heavy bar. His buddy grabbed it so it wouldn't crush him.
She surmised that was what Bruce was doing here.
Great teamwork. She was ready for them to team up on her.
*
Bruce and Chuck were each wearing the same gear: tight white T-shirt; tight gym shorts; sneakers. Muscles everywhere. A fine sheen of sweat polishing every bulge. Bianca was fixated on the bulge in Chuck's crotch, when both he and Bruce noticed her staring.
"You look like you're ready for a workout." Bruce's smile was wide and inviting. Slight accent. Made him exotic. Exotic and erotic. Super combo.
"Yes. Maybe you guys could give me some lessons and make me sweat a bit?" Her smile was just as inviting.
"I think the both of us together could make you sweat a lot. You up for that?" Chuck's smile was framed by his goatee. This guy was the devil. The All-American devil. Good! Just what this adventure needed - a devil ringmaster.
