Wives’ Training Camp

To please my wealthy husband, I signed up for an embarrassing Wives Training Camp.

The coach pressed down on both sides of my knees, forcing my thighs to spread outward. The tearing pain made me gasp heavily:

Ahh, Jake, no more

A sly glint flashed in his eyes: You have to train your body to be soft enoughonly then will men like it.

1

My name is Sophia, Im 30 years old, and Ive been married to my rich husband Richard for almost three years.

Originally, all I had to do was enjoy my comfortable life as a trophy wife, but recently I found some inappropriate messages on his phone.

It gave me a sense of crisis.

I met Richard through Annas How to Marry a Millionaire coaching programI spent nearly $200,000 on her course to land him.

If he cheats, fine, but if that clueless little mistress tries to take my place, wouldnt all my effort have been wasted?

Mr. Richard, tonight Im wearing black stockings waiting for you~

Mr. Richard, if you ever feel unsatisfied with your wife, come to me, okay?

All the messages were from someone named Taylor.

Taylor is his secretary. Even though Richard never replied, I had a feeling something had already happened between them.

The bathroom door opened. I quickly put the phone back.

Richard walked out with just a towel around his waist. Tonight was the first time this month hed come home. Id specially put on sexy lingerie, but he only glanced at it, seeming uninterested.

I felt a little deflated.

Honey, youre finally homedo you like what Im wearing tonight? I asked shyly.

I twisted my body and looked at him with affectionate eyes.

I clearly saw a slight movement under the towel. I hooked my arms around his neck and rubbed my full breasts against him.

Soon the room grew steamy.

I reached climax quickly. Richard sensed it and pulled awaybut he hadnt finished.

Honey, arent we continuing? I asked, confused.

For months it had been like this: hed withdraw before finishing. That was what really worried meif he wasnt even interested in my body anymore, wouldnt the mistress eventually replace me?

Well continue when you learn some new tricks. I still have work to doIm going to the study.

He threw out that line, got dressed, and left, leaving me lying alone on the bed, frustrated.

Although Anna had personally trained me, my bedroom skills clearly couldnt compare to those young vixens out there.

This couldnt go onI hadnt enjoyed my trophy-wife life nearly enough yet.

The next day Richard went to work. I was about to head out for afternoon tea when Anna called.

Sophia, you free this afternoon? Same place for tea?

Anna and I stayed in touch often. With all my recent troubles and no one to talk to, her invitation was perfect. I happily agreed.

The moment we met, she saw something was wrong.

How come in less than a month you look so worn out? Is the trophy-wife life not all its cracked up to be?

There was teasing in her tone. I sipped my latte and opened up: Its Richardhe seems to be cheating lately, and hes not as passionate with me anymore.

Anna was the person I trusted most, so I was always direct with her.

Sweetie, men crave novelty. If you want to keep him, you need some new tricks, Anna said with a knowing smirk.

Her words echoed exactly what Richard had saidboth telling me to learn something new.

I trained you myselfI know exactly what youre missing. Come with me to a place; I guarantee itll fix your problem.

Now I was really curious.

In elite circles, Anna was famous as a matchmaker. Countless wealthy mens innocent wives had been introduced through her, so I had full confidence in her abilities.

2

Anna drove me to a high-end gym in downtown Manhattan.

Is this for body sculpting? I asked, puzzled.

My figure was already curvy in all the right placespretty good, if I do say so myself.

Youll see when we get inside, Anna said mysteriously.

At first the gym looked normaljust a luxury fitness center, nothing special.

But then Anna led me to a side door. When she pushed it open, it was a completely different world.

She guided me down a hallway lined with posters of gorgeous women showing off their bodiesnothing too unusual.

At the end was another door. Though dimly lit, I could clearly read the large sign: Wives Training Camp.

Instant shame washed over mewhat on earth was this place?

Anna pulled me inside. I was stunned by what I saw.

A group of incredibly ripped male trainers were helping women perform highly suggestive, difficult bedroom positions.

Anna and I sat on a nearby bench. Just watch for now.

Every trainer had eight-pack abs, shirtless, their lightly tanned skin glistening with sweatpure sex appeal.

The women being put through the poses wore expressions of discomfort, yet upon closer look there was also a hint of frustrated desire.

Anna, what is this?

Exactly what it looks like. Its the Wives Training Camp. Wealthy wives who feel threatened come here to develop their bodies or learn new bedroom techniques to keep their husbands.

Anna gave me a meaningful glance.

Id only ever read about things like this in online eroticanever imagined it existed in real life.

Anna pointed to a woman farther away whose legs were being pressed over her shoulders: See her? Thats Vanessa, wife of a major real-estate tycoon. Shes almost forty.

I was still in shock when a man approached. Hey Anna, want to grab coffee across the street?

Through Anna I learned this was Jake, head coach of the Wives Training Camp.

Jake looked under thirty, over six feet tall with a muscular build. His tight workout pants outlined everything perfectly. I couldnt help glancing there, then quickly looked away.

God, I felt like a total perv.

Sophias husband hasnt been fully satisfied in bed for the past couple of months. See if you have any courses that can help her keep him.

Anna was blunteven in front of a guy my agewhich made my face burn.

Jake didnt dodge the topic. No problem. Many wives in the same situation have fixed it after our program. And Mrs. Sophia is so beautifulour courses are just a boost.

His direct compliment flustered me. Who could resist appreciation from a gorgeous, fit guy like him?

Still, I hesitated. Do these courses really work?

Anna and Jake exchanged a look. If they didnt, no one would come, right? And you trust me, dont you?

Fair point, but I wanted to think it over.

3

After adding Jake on WhatsApp, I went home.

That night Richard came back from work. He was leaving on another business trip soon, meaning another long stretch without intimacy.

So Id prepared scented candles for seduction.

But Richard still wasnt impressed. Same old moves every time.

His tone was reproachful and impatient, leaving me even more discouraged.

Late that night Jake messaged me.

Sorry Mrs. Sophia, just finished up. Here are a few of our course descriptionstake a look.

He sent the program details.

The first was body flexibility training. Remembering todays scenes, I felt shy.

The second was advanced bedroom techniquesthe photos made me blush.

The third live practice. My heart sankif it involved real partners, wasnt that cheating?

No way.

So I only signed up for the first two courses with Jake.

Richard was snoring beside me while the animated demos on my phone made me restless.

My hand slid downward on its ownI was already wet.

The next day at noon, Jake greeted me warmly. Mrs. Sophia, youre in my group, so Ill personally guide you through both courses.

I felt a secret thrillmy first impression of Jake had been good anyway.

He took me to change into workout clothes. His strong hand gripped my wrist; my back pressed tightly against his chest.

It had been so long since Id felt a mans raw strength.

Richard was no slouch in bed, but wed barely been intimate these past monthsand Im a woman with a high sex drive.

The contact made me tense.

Jake sensed it and whispered in my ear: Relax, Mrs. Sophia. A womans body should be soft like water. These warm-ups are meant to fully loosen you up.

It made sense. But every move caused my hips to accidentally brush against his bulge, sending tingles through me.

I took deep breaths, trying to stay calm, telling myself it was just normal trainingdont overthink it.

Yet I couldnt ignore his heavy breathing in my ear.

Jakes calloused fingers slid slowly from my arms down to my waist.

Most women are sensitive around the waistrelax it properly.

He gently kneaded as he spoke.

I bit my lip, trying not to let him notice my reaction.

If I went to the bathroom right now, Id probably find myself soaked.

The shameful physical response embarrassed and frustrated me, yet I couldnt wait for the next move.

Alright, your body is fully relaxed now.

Warm-up finally over.

I exhaled in relief, tiny beads of sweat on my forehead.

Jake smiled. Mrs. Sophia, do you not exercise much? You seem winded already.

I answered his teasing honestly: Yeah, Ive been slacking. I might even sign up for your regular gym later.

After a short break we began the official flexibility training.

Since Id paid for VIP, I had a private training room, which let me relax more.

Jake had me lie flat on the mat, then gently spread my legs. I resisted a little.

Mrs. Sophia, relax. Only with enough flexibility can you do advanced positions.

He sounded completely professional, but my face burned.

He adjusted me carefully while applying light pressure.

Enduring the embarrassment, I let him position meand strangely felt a thrill of submission.

Jake pressed on both sides of my knees, forcing my thighs outward.

4

The tearing pain made me gasp: Ahh, Coach, no more

A sly glint flashed in his eyes: You have to train your body to be soft enoughonly then will your husband like it.