The Milf Dominating Trainer

“Please train my wife!!” ‘Did I hear him wrong?’ That thought crossed my mind as I looked at the man sitting across from me. “So… you want me to train your wife?” The man sat there in a stiff suit, his face blank, not a trace of emotion in his voice. “Yes. I heard you're an expert in this field.” “Expert? I wouldn’t go that far.” “So, can you do it?” “Sure. As long as you pay me enough. But why exactly are you asking me to train your wife?” “She committed adultery.” “Ah…” That single word slipped from my lips. It all made sense now. ‘So this bastard wants me to punish his wife for cheating because she had an affair? What a mess.’ Still, the job didn’t sound too hard. Training a woman wasn’t beneath me if the money was right. Just as I was starting to wrap my head around it, the man continued. “She had an affair with a woman.” “…What?” “My wife had an affair with a woman. I couldn’t stand it. It disgusted me.” A homosexual affair. That was new. I had never handled a case like this before. For a moment, I just sat there, unsure how to respond. “Ah… yeah, I guess that must’ve been a real shock?” “Even now, just thinking about it makes me feel sick.” His fists clenched tight, knuckles whitening, until small traces of blood appeared. “Whew…” He exhaled, trying to steady himself. Then he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out two photographs, placing them on the desk between me. “I’ll pay you whatever you ask. So don’t just train my wife. I also want you to train the woman she had an affair with. Make sure you do it thoroughly.”