The Wife Training Camp

"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.

My name is Christine Wheeler.

I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp."

The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth.

Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day.

Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

He demonstrated the move himself first.

He was only wearing a pair of briefs. When he started shaking his hips, that huge thing of his was flopping up and down. I couldn't stop staring. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to pin me down.

Pretty soon, people started posting their practice videos.

I clicked on one. She was wearing sexy lace panties, the kind you could almost see through. She was shaking her hips up and down, and it looked pretty hot.

Then more and more videos came in. One woman wasn't wearing anything at all. She just started shaking in front of the camera. You could see everything downstairs; it was literally opening and closing.

Someone commented underneath, [Wow, you're squeezing so tight. Your husband's gonna be dead before you're done with him.]

Seeing how many people had already posted, I decided to stop overthinking it. I grabbed my phone and started shaking my hips for the camera.

But doing the move actually got me worked up. I started shaking harder.

My hips were naturally pretty full and round anyway. With all that motion, my two cheeks were literally jiggling like Jell‑O, bouncy and irresistibly tempting.

Matthew saw it and couldn't help himself. He pressed himself right up against me from behind so he could feel every single vibration.

I posted the video to the group, and everyone went crazy. They were all saying how big my butt was and how skilled I looked.

Even Peter commented, [You're the most perfect student I've ever seen. You've already achieved the Jell‑O jiggle!]

Getting all that praise made me feel really good.

Then Peter tagged everyone. [We're doing an in‑person session tonight. You can bring your husbands along. It'll make learning easier.]

The chat exploded. Everyone at the camp was a woman. If they all brought their husbands, then everyone would see everything.

But then Peter cleared up the concern right away.

[I need a partner to help demonstrate the moves. Christine is doing the best, so she'll be my partner.]

My heart skipped a beat. I just got married, and now I was supposed to get hands‑on with another guy?

But then I thought about Peter's muscles and his huge shaft. And I felt this heat pooling low in my stomach.

I wasn't thinking straight. Somehow, I agreed.

When night came, I put on a little spaghetti strap top, showing off a ton of my shoulder. My chest was practically spilling out, bouncing with every step I took.

On the bottom, I wore yoga pants that lifted my hips up even higher. The kind that makes you want to grab a handful.

Matthew knew I was going to the training camp, and he was really hoping I would learn some new tricks to try out on him tonight.

I got to the camp not long after.

Peter saw me and waved me over.

I walked past everyone else and stopped in front of him. That masculine energy hit me like a wall.

When he saw my body, his size changed noticeably. It was especially obvious through his tight pants. His size almost made me choke. He would destroy me.

I got really lightheaded, and my legs gave out. I stumbled and fell right down in front of him.

My lips landed right against that huge bulge. It was hot and rock hard.

Peter grabbed my chest to steady me and pulled me back up.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to dig a hole right there and disappear.