The Wife Training Camp

Summary

"Peter, should I go faster?"

I was on my knees on the yoga mat, leaning forward, my hips moving in sharp, rapid motions. Meanwhile, my hands just kept working my chest, squeezing and rubbing.

Behind me, the rest of the class just watched, their eyes fixed on the way my body moved.

"Not bad. Keep that pace. Now let's move on to some hands-on practice."

As soon as the instructor said that, he pulled off his pants and positioned himself beneath me.