“How old is she?”

“Heather? She’s 20.” Cliff looked around at the exercise equipment as they walked through the gym.

Derek stopped at the rowing machine. “Half your age, man.”

“She works for me and that’s it.”

Derek chuckled as he crouched to adjust to machine. “Yet you keep bringing her up.”

Cliff sighed and looked at his reflection in the wall of mirrors. His red tee shirt draped over black sweat pants. He smacked his belly and mimicked Derek’s deeper voice, “Won’t be long and this baby’ll be gone.”

Weights clanked in announcement of the tall redhead that rounded the corner. Her black sports bra and black skin tight shorts left little to the imagination

“Derek, darlin’,” she said with a slight southern drawl.

Derek looked up from the machine. “Sally, how are you?” Derek stood up and towered over her in his navy sleeveless shirt and black shorts.

Her pale skin clashed with Derek’s black as they gave a quick hug.

She smiled up at him. “Same as always. How’s the wife and kids?”

“Great. On vacation off to see her mom in Red Deer actually.”

Sally’s hands found her hips. “Why would you punish them? Red Deer is bad enough in July, never mind January.”

“Oh.” Derek glanced at Cliff. “Cliff, this is Sally. Sally, Cliff…he’s the lawyer I told you about.”

Sally’s ponytail bobbed as she smiled at Cliff. “So you’re the one who I should come to when I’m ready to take my husband to the cleaners?”

Cliff blushed and grinned. He passed his hand over his bald head as he looked up at her.

“So,” Sally returned her attention to Derek. Her right hand squeezed his bulging shoulder muscle. “You are looking good. Retirement is treatin’ you well.”

Derek’s right arm remained on her hip. “I’ve only missed one game so far. We’ll see how I feel as the season carries on.”

Her left hand reached between his legs and squeezed. “I would like to see this muscle.”

Derek’s smile widened.

Sally glanced around and slipped her hand into his shorts. She slowly pulled the waistband down on his shorts revealing his flaccid member.

“Nice. May I?” She batted her blue eyes at him.

“What about Cliff? We don’t want him to be left out.”

Sally grinned and slipped over to the shorter man. Her hand quickly found his crotch through his sweat pants. “Ooh…your not bad either.” She ripped his pants trying to get them down.

Unlike his buddy, Cliff’s cock was already at attention.

Sally wrapped her left hand around Cliff’s erection and pulled him over towards Derek. Her right hand found Derek’s cock and with two quick strokes she had him hard as well.

She lowered to her knees between the two men and her mouth first slipped over Derek’s black cock. After a few pumps, she released him and took Cliff’s in her mouth.

Both men groaned and tried to concentrate on keeping standing.

Her ponytail bounced as she continued working on each man in turn.

“Sally, stop for a second.” Derek pointed behind Cliff at the weight bench and instructed, “Dude, sit down.”

Cliff did as instructed.

“Suck him,” Derek ordered Sally.

Still on her knees, she did as she was told, shifting back to Cliff. Resting her forearms on his thighs, she grasped his cock and went back to work.

Derek lowered to his knees behind her and slipped off her shorts. His hand slipped between her legs.

A groan approving of Derek’s action escaped Sally’s throat and vibrated on Cliff’s erection.

Derek took his hand away and licked his fingertips. His hand then slipped back between her tight ass cheeks.

Sally sighed.

Derek grabbed his own erection and pushed into her.

Cliff fought hard to keep sitting upright as he felt Derek’s thrusts through Sally’s bucking body. His own erection was starting to tense.

Sally, tasting his near orgasm, sucked even harder.

Cliff felt his explosion in her mouth. The pleasure continued as he felt her throat muscles swallowing every drop he gave her.

Sally’s voice snapped Cliff out of his trance. Derek was glaring at him.

“So,” Sally returned her attention to Derek. Her right hand squeezed his bulging shoulder muscle. “You are looking good. Retirement is treatin’ you well.”

Derek’s right arm remained on her hip. “I’ve only missed one game so far. We’ll see how I feel as the season carries on.”

Her left hand reached between his legs and squeezed. “I would like to see this muscle.”

Derek’s smile vanished.

Sally glanced around and slipped her hand into his shorts.

Derek quickly pulled her hand out. “I’m flattered, my friend, but that is saved for my wife.”

Sally gave a mock pout. “Alright. Catch ya later then.” She spun and walked away from them.

As Sally vanished around the corner, Derek glared at Cliff. “Dude, don’t do that. I told you to write that shit down. I don’t want any rogue boners scaring off the female patrons.”

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