The three black men led her back towards the bench. Tyrone lifted the bench and moved it aside as if it weighed nothing. Andre grabbed a mat from nearby and laid it down below where the bench used to be.

"Let's get you stretched out on this," he said as she straightened the mat around.

"Uh... okay," Erin responded.

"Go on, sit here. You do a lot of stretches?" Andre asked.

"Yeah, I do some Hot Yoga and occasionally some Bikram Yoga too," Erin replied.

"Bik-what? We don't need none of that fancy shit, we just gonna show you how to really stretch," Jordan said.

"Let's get you started off standing here on this mat, legs about shoulder width apart," Andre ordered.

Erin did as told, standing on the mat and looking over at Andre. He nodded and put a hand to his chin.

"Now, I need you to bend over, bend your upper body forward," he continued.

She nodded and slowly bent her upper body forward. This was a form she was familiar with, as it was a warm up for her yoga classes. Jordan and Tyrone made their way behind her, getting a good look of her ass as she bent forward.

Again, her leggings were stretched to the point of being nothing but sheer fabric. Tyrone even crouched down to get a nice clear view of her pussy lips. He gently rubbed her ass and the back of her thigh.

"Yeah, look at that, she's got a lot of stiffness up in this area," he said.

"Keep going, see how low you can go," Andre said.

Erin continued bending down, her breasts heading towards her legs. She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled in closer. Andre made his way around and joined the other two black men.

"Whew... damn! Look at that," Andre said.

"Ooooo damn..." Tyrone agreed with a whistle.

"Aight, let's see you go the other way now," Jordan interrupted.

Erin took a deep breath and slowly raised her upper body back up. She breathed out as she bent back, her breasts pointing upwards towards the ceiling. The three black men grinned as they saw her nipples poking through her top.

"Yeah, yeah, I see what's wrong, look at that," Jordan said.

He pointed at her sports bra and shook his head disapprovingly. Erin slowly stopped and then stood straight, not sure of what Jordan was talking about. She had always thought of herself as being decently flexible.

"It's that top you got on, it's messin' with your breathing. You can't really get that stretch in with that on," Jordan said.

"Uh... this is all I have," Erin replied.

"You need to take that off. It's really restricting you from getting your deep breaths in and stretching," Jordan ordered.

"Wha... what? You... want me to take off my top?" Erin asked.

"Yeah, it's nothin', here, we'll take our tops off first," Jordan replied as he pulled up his wifebeater.

The other two did the same, pulling up their tops and revealing their chiseled dark bodies. Erin's eyes glazed around them, taking in the sights. They were all very well built, like statues chiseled out of marble.

They even seemed to glisten under the hard lights of the gym. They were a stark contrast from her husband, who was still a bit tubby and pale. She couldn't imagine that her husband actually worked out with these masculine men.

The three black men all crossed their muscular arms and stared at her, waiting for her to do the same. She glanced over at her husband and then back at the black men.

"Uh... it's a little different if I take my top off..." Erin said.

"Nah, we all adults here. There ain't nothin' different. Now go on, take that off," Jordan replied.

Erin hesitated for a moment before she grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and slowly peeled it off her body. Her hands trembled as she pulled up the spandex bra.

As the lower parts of her breasts revealed themselves, the three black men grinned. Jordan licked his lips as she pulled the bra up higher, her breasts popping out, finally free. She quickly lifted it off her head and crossed her hands over her body, hiding her breasts.

There was a small mark right below her breasts from where the sports bra was pressing down on. The three black men circled around her, examining her.

"See? Look at how that was constricting you," Jordan said as he pointed at the mark left by the bra.

"Now try stretching like you did before," Andre said.

Erin kept her arms over her breasts and leaned back. The three black men shook their heads disappointingly.

"You won't be able to stretch with your arms like that. You gotta put them back behind your back," Andre said.

"I think I can stretch pretty well as is..." Erin said.

"Nah, go on, put your hands back, it's all good," Andre replied.

Erin gritted her teeth and slowly slid her hands down, letting the men in the room see her sweet, soft breasts. They were tear drop shaped, with bright red nipples atop them. The two nipples stood at attention, as if they were purposely trying to get the attention of the powerful black men.

"Yeah, see? See how much more free you feel?" Andre asked.

She only nodded silently in response. Tyrone reached over and grabbed her breasts with his two rough hands. He squeezed them, pinching her nipples with his fingers and making her yelp in surprise.

"Whoa, it's all good, just making sure you don't pull anything," Tyrone lied with a grin.

"They feel tense?" Jordan asked.

"Kinda, why don't you give it a feel?" Tyrone laughed as he moved away.