Aspen Mountain looked glorious. Conditions perfect. Her husband admired her form, legs bent, leaning forward, driving her hips down when needed. Much improved since they arrived. She took it effortlessly.

Exhausted, she fell forward, her instructor’s pole slick with cum. It wasn’t noon and this was her third effort. Her goal had been to do all black by the end of the week. Jamal had her on his by day two.

His wife looked at him from the bed.

“Amazing babe,” he told her.

“Maybe another two more after lunch and try a double black tomorrow?” She asked.

“Sounds like a plan.”