Chapter 2

Everyone who had been watching from behind started talking.

"Christine's so hot. Peter made the right choice picking her."

My face went bright red. I didn't know what to say.

Luckily, Peter told us to officially start the class right then.

The whole point of the Wife Training Camp was to teach us how to become proper wives and train our bedroom skills so that our husbands would stay completely devoted.

After running through the theory, Peter moved on to the hands-on part.

He had me kneel on all fours on a yoga mat so the other students could watch how to shake their hips until they jiggled like Jell-O.

I had my back to everyone. The men and women in the room were all craning their necks to see.

Having a bunch of guys stare at my rear made my whole body burn, but weirdly enough, it also got me excited. That excitement made me feel hot all over. I stuck my bum up high and started shaking it hard, like I couldn't even control myself.

My two cheeks, squeezed tight by my yoga pants, bounced up and down so fast that they looked like perfect Jell-O.

The men in the room couldn't take their eyes off me. They had never seen anything like that.

"Peter, we can't see that well. Can we get closer?" the people in the back said.

Peter said yes, so they all crowded in right behind me to get a good look.

Having that many guys stare at me from so close made me even more embarrassed. And then, without meaning to, I felt a warm rush leak out of me.

A wet spot spread right across the middle of my yoga pants.

The husbands behind me got even more worked up.

That was when Peter said, "Pay attention, everyone. Christine's form is the best."

I moved my body as hard as I could. The hotter I got, the more I felt like I needed someone to fill me up.

"Sh-should I go faster?" The words came out of my mouth, all breathy and sweet.

Peter looked at me, totally turned on. He put one hand on my hips to feel the vibration. The warmth of his palm against my skin made every pore on my body open up.

"Get a little dirtier for me. Use both hands and squeeze your tits."

I pushed myself up a little and pressed my hands against my chest, rubbing like crazy right through my shirt.

Doing something like that in front of all those people only made me more turned on. The need inside me just kept building.

Peter kneeled down behind me, right where my bum was sticking up in the air.

"Next, I'm going to show you how to do it from behind."

He reached around and replaced my hands with his own, grabbing my breasts hard and squeezing.

I had never let anyone touch me there except for Matthew, and definitely not in this position.

The thin fabric of my pants was all that was left between us, and I could feel every inch of him pressing up against me.

If I hadn't been wearing pants, he would've been inside me already.

An itch started spreading through my whole body, making my bones ache from the inside out. All I wanted was for him to throw me down on the floor right there.

Soft little moans kept slipping out of my mouth without me meaning to. My whole face went flushed.

He grabbed my chest with both hands and pulled me back against him.

That pressed us even tighter together. I could feel him pushing through the yoga pants, just barely starting to get inside.

Peter arched his back and said, "Start moving your hips now."

I started shaking my bottom like crazy, rubbing hard against his body.

He just kept getting bigger and harder.

"Faster. Even faster," Peter said, his hands never stopping their squeezing.

My ass was like a little motor, going faster and faster. The itch between my legs turned into a fire. I completely lost myself in it.

And this was just through our clothes. If we weren't wearing anything… I couldn't begin to imagine how good that would feel.

The people watching couldn't look away. It woke something up in all of them.

A couple of them couldn't help themselves. They grabbed their own wives and dragged them off to the bathroom.

Then they came back looking like it still wasn't enough. Their wives had no idea how to move the way I did. The way those guys stared at me, it was as if they wanted to eat me alive.

Peter was behind me, and I had been grinding on him so hard that he could barely hold on. He grabbed my body and started moving gently against me.