Wendy went to college to study Physiotherapy. She was pretty good at it, and after working in a hospital environment for a few years, she branched out into supporting injuries in the gym. It was an exciting place for a woman to work, especially one as hot as Wendy. One of the gym chains thought they could get extra income from fixing bodies that they broke in the first place. It was a sensible idea and worked straight away. Wendy had a small treatment room in a busy city gym off the reception area.
Almost as soon as she started working in that testosterone-filled environment, she started getting hit on by both the staff and the customers. It was no surprise because Wendy was a pretty blond who worked out passionately to get her body as toned as possible. After several dates that led to sex but nothing much else, Gary, who was the assistant manager, tried his luck. He was twenty-five years old at the time and also fixated on a sexually attractive body. Not just his own, because once he started to date Wendy regularly, he coached her as well.
It was a speedy courtship; they lived together after a few months. Wendy fell pregnant, which hurried along the wedding they had planned. The second child followed soon after. It wasn't long before Wendy could return to work part-time. It was just a few hours a week at first, but the hours became longer as the children went to school. Gary had moved gyms several times for more money, but Wendy returned to the original gym where they had met. Almost as soon as she arrived, the staff started to make moves on her.
Initially, Wendy resisted their attempts to get her into bed, but Gary's performance dropped off over the years. However, his fixation with moving his job to a school coach got stronger. When their eldest child turned ten, Gary convinced a local school to take him on as the head of the sports department. From there, the family moved as Gary's career took off. Wendy didn't mind because she could always get a job in a gym. The slightly transient nature of their lives helped Wendy gradually increase her sexual adventures.
Wendy always found it so easy to get sex when she needed it. Working in a gym as a physio, some guys always ask for a quick tweak of their hamstrings, a back rub, or something for their aching shoulders. The staff were ten times worse than the customers. With ten minutes between appointments, if she wanted to try the guy out, she would ask if he wanted her to fix his problems in ten minutes. Telling them to lie down flat on the massage table and remove their tracksuit trousers or shorts to avoid getting oil on them.
At first, she was all business and professional, finding the spot and kneading the muscle to work out the knot. When her work was done, she would treat them to a few extra minutes of massage. As they relaxed, her hands would work up the thigh until a finger slipped under their boxers. Wendy could recognise their hard-on from the tensing of their buttocks. Grinding themselves onto the table. Then, a quick tap on the bottom signalled that it was all over and that they should sort themselves out while she left to see her next customer.
On the third or fourth time, she would get halfway through the massage and get them to turn over. Their erection was right there, cock tenting whatever undergarment they were wearing. Wendy would ignore it and work the front of the leg. She had a little trick of looking at the leg, taking in the erect cock and licking the top of her lips in an erotic way. When she first started doing this, she had no intention of it leading to sex. She felt attached to Gary, at least enough not to cheat on him. So she took her erotic state to the ladies' and rubbed one off.
Over time, Wendy discovered that she had focused these freebies on the younger lads. The older guys were too insistent, convinced the rubbing was only to initiate sex. Wendy wanted sex on her terms, and those younger guys seemed more malleable. Keener, too, and they never took the mickey out of her afterwards. Wendy could remember with clarity the first time she strayed over the boundaries. Colin was the young lad's name; fresh out of college, he must have been around twenty-three.
He looked so delectable there on the table, a sad look on his face as he was expecting a complaint for his cock threatening to split his tightey whiteys down the middle. Pulling down the waistband, grabbing it in her left hand and leaning forward to take it in her mouth was simple. Wendy got halfway down before realising she was a little out of practice. Not that Colin ever noticed. Colin was gobsmacked and lay there with his mouth open in a big O. Dipping up and down a few times. Wendy got a nice rhythm going before Colin shot rope after rope of cum in her throat.
She loved it. Salty and somewhat fruity at the same time. Wendy was a little surprised she didn't need to be fucked. Sucking off Colin didn't feel like cheating and was something she felt could be contained. That was true on both counts. She felt so erotically charged that the next appointment almost ended in disaster. This was one of the yummy mummies who came to the gym. Wendy didn't think her injury was severe. She felt it was more of a massage she went for every couple of weeks.
Rose had problems with her legs, so like Colin ten minutes ago, Wendy started looking for the troublesome knot and found it quickly. This gave her a good twenty minutes of leg massage remaining. So, beginning at Rose's ankles, she moved quickly up to her knees and started to work her thighs. Wendy must have thought about Colin filling her with long strokes because her hands moved in wider sweeps than usual. Rose had a towel laid over her back, covering her buttocks and just a tiny thong underneath.
With her mind filled with lusty images of Colin's cock shooting down her throat, Wendy had not been paying attention. She had been stroking Rose's ass quite a lot, stroking closer to her crack each time. Or that Rose had opened her legs a little wider the closer she got. It might have been when Rose moaned slightly that Wendy realised what she was doing. Initially, she thought she should stop immediately and return to a standard leg massage. However, Rose didn't complain, so Wendy asked her to turn over.
As usual, she held the towel to one side as the woman rolled onto her back. But when she straightened out the towel, she left the bottom level with her waist, exposing her thong. This was unusual, but Rose didn't react except to look directly into her eyes and smile. Wendy continued but ignored the lower leg; she went straight to the thigh. Today, she lifted Rose's left leg, bent it at the knee and shuffled towards her head. Positioning the knee between her breasts and the shin dangling down Wendy's body, she leaned in and outwards slightly.
Rose's legs were wide apart, her thong stretching to cover her pussy, but she didn't seem to care. Rose kept eye contact as Wendy put both her hands by her knee and moved them down towards her groin in slow up-and-down strokes. At first, they were towards the knee, but with each stroke, they got closer to her groin. Eventually, with each stroke, Wendy's right hand was stroking the side of Rose's pussy, against the front of her thong. Rose bit her bottom lip but kept staring at Wendy's face with an imploring look.
After a few minutes, Rose started to pant. Wendy slowly laid her leg straight and moved to the other side of the table. As she grabbed Rose's other leg, she pinned her ankle against the table so that when she leaned forward, it was pressing against Wendy's pussy. As the massage of Rose's leg got closer to her pussy, she lifted her leg against Wendy so that she was grinding against her. Wendy took this as a green light and, with her left hand, slid Rose's thong aside and slid a finger slowly into what was her soaking wet cunt.
Rose stuck her fist in her mouth to stifle the moans, which increased as Wendy added a second finger and then rubbed her thumb over her clit. Rose started to shudder, and within a few minutes, her backside left the table as she bucked out an orgasm. As Wendy continued to finger her through the orgasm, it got more intense. Wendy was amazed at herself. She had never really thought about sex with a woman. She hadn't experimented beyond kissing growing up, and Gary was not the sort of guy to consider wife-swapping.
Eventually, Rose stopped shuddering, and Wendy removed her fingers, laid her legs out straight, and could not resist licking her fingers. They tasted fantastic, but Wendy wasn't sure what was happening to her. In the space of an hour, she had given an orgasm to a man and a woman and had tasted the fruits of her efforts. Telling Rose that she could get dressed in private, Wendy almost ran to the toilet to frantically rub herself to an orgasm. She had never felt this erotically turned on, even in the first days of courting Gary.
In what seemed a crazy coincidence, Gary gathered the family to tell them about a massive change in their lives. He had recently travelled far away for an interview at a small college, increasing its sports profile. He had got the job, and in August, the family would be moving over a hundred miles away, beginning a new life. Everyone seemed to be keen to do so, even the kids. The new place was much nicer than where they lived and had a staff house for them all. It was a lot to be taken in, and they talked for ages about the future.
Wendy was interested in what that might do for their lives but focused on the fact that she would be moving away to a new place in four months, leaving her current existence behind. Rather than thinking about what she could do there, she wondered about the next four months. She was slightly worried that Colin might talk about his blow-job and that, in time, word would get out, even to Gary. She didn't think that, but she now had four months to expand her sexual horizons to try new experiences because after they left, her acts would stay behind.
Gary was excited about the new job when they went to bed. He felt he was getting somewhere in the world he wanted to work in. Wendy was hoping this excitement might spill over into the extreme horniness she had felt all day. She had had a couple of orgasms in the ladies' toilet but was looking forward to Gary taking her like he used to. Unfortunately, she was disappointed. Gary did make love to her, but when he found she was so wet, he jumped on board and thought fucking her was enough. It wasn't, and when he was asleep, Wendy used her dildo as she usually did.
Over the next three weeks, Wendy used Colin to get her satisfaction. He was young, willing to do what she wanted and had the short recovery time you get with young men. She pulled him into her physio room, pulled down his shorts and sucked him off. Just the blow-job was enough to get her soaking wet. Also, the fingering she did to herself as she sucked on his dick helped her to get wet. As soon as Colin had shot his load, Wendy swallowed the cum and kept sucking. He got hard straight away and fucked her, leaning on her table until Wendy came hard.
The satisfaction she got from Colin was excellent, keeping her itch scratched. She didn't know what to do with Rose, though. The woman invited her to coffee at her house, but Wendy wanted to focus on getting fucked for now. The time with Colin didn't last as long as she had hoped because he could not keep his mouth shut. The two older personal trainers soon learned about it and conversed with her. Wendy knew the pair of them had fantasised about her for years. They had let her know about their fantasies and now had a lever to get their way with her.
Gary has always managed Wendy's fitness program. He focussed the exercises she did on the parts of her body he found attractive and lusted over. Her flat stomach, her small but firm tits. Her ass was perfectly formed and hard as nails. Finally, the thinness of her inner thighs and the gap where her legs joined. The exercises did their job, and she recovered after both her kids as if she were not a mum. Her face and neck from the front showed that she was no longer in her twenties, but from the back, she looked the same as when Gary first met her.
The exercises that Gary made her do not only kept the areas he liked in shape, but they were pretty erotic in themselves. In the past, Wendy had done most of these pelvic exercises at home, where nobody could see. Now she was having sex; she didn't care about privacy. She hoped to attract potential lovers. So she purchased some new gym kit. She had a second layer on the top when she started doing a warm-up and working her weights. As she did the aerobic part, she took the upper layer off as she got hot.
When she did her stretching, crunches, and pelvic exercises on the mat right in front of the guys doing weights, she wore little more than underwear. A series of exercises starting with a table-top position on her hands and knees had her lifting one leg at a time and making moves that pulled tight the boy shorts she wore over her pussy lips. Today, she thought about last night when she told Gary she was helping by closing the club as the guys were going out for a social event. She might join them for a beer afterwards.
Paul and Simon closed early, getting her to do her mat routine naked. They had a fantasy about taking her as she stretched out, and now they were carrying it out and not telling Gary about anything she did before she left. In the same table-top position she was in now. Her right leg raised like a chicken wing, with Simon holding her knee and slipping his cock into her pussy from the side. Grazing over her g-spot as he thrust in and out. Paul at her head, gripping hold of her ponytail and lifting her face up and down on his cock.
Just thinking about it as she stretched out, knowing the guys in the weight area were looking and probably knew about the threesome she had last night, it made her wet. A little shiver went through her as she stretched further than usual. Sex seemed to be suitable for her agility, which made her body more toned. This means more guys checked her out, and potentially, she got more sex. She preferred younger men to older ones like Paul and Simon. Last night, being taken by them was something she wanted to try for ages.
But you knew they would be back for more; in fact, they asked her to lock up each Wednesday evening until she and Gary moved away. Colin was more controllable and did the things she liked at the speed she liked them. Not that she minded the sheer eroticism of being submissive to two serious players, but perhaps only once. Well, maybe a couple more times to ensure Gary never found out.
