With pressure at home and office, Manish almost forgot about the email so he was surprised to see a reply mail in his inbox from Mr Bitch Trainer. Today too it was late in office as he had lot of work and he was tired and almost ready to go home. He just opened inbox out of habit and now after seeing the mail he decided to wait sometime and see what it says.
"Dear Manish
Glad to know you liked my story. Just a small correction. The plot is not something I imagined. It really happened as I wrote at beginning of story. And this is only one of many sluts I have trained in my life.
If you really have a bitchy wife and really want to train her into submission, let me know your (and your wife’s details). I may help you.
Regards
Parvez - The Bitch Trainer"
Manish didn't know what to really think about it. "This guy - either he is a kid playing stupid game and making big claims in which case it's useless to write back anything. Or ..."
Yeah, what happens if he is really what he says? Reason says the chance is one in million. Surely these porn sites are where all frustrated guys like him come and write imaginary stories to vent out anger and frustration. But then again ... what’s wrong in writing back? What if...
Ultimately his curiosity won and Manish wrote back :
Deal Parvez,
Good to hear from you. I am Manish Malhotra, I am in Mumbai. I stay in Worli. My Wife is Poorva, married for 1 year. She is 26 year old stats 5.3", 34C:26:35. Very fair complexion, long jet black hair. I work in a MNC, she is housewife. Let me know if what else you need to know."
Entire next day Manish checked mail several time, he was very excited and felt a pervert pleasure in discussing his wife with a complete stranger. Till evening no answer came. At last by 7PM when Manish finally concluded it was indeed some stupid kid with some online fantasy making fool of him and was about to close his inbox, the mail came with terse reply :
Manish
Stats sounds good. Send a photo of her - fully clothed but from what I can understand her figure and looks. I can only decide to take up the assignment after seeing whether it’s worth or not.
Regards,
Parvez
Manish was a bit in dilemma now. Surely, if Parvez is what he says - he will like to see Poorva's photo, nothing wrong in that, its just natural. But should he share his wife's photo with a stranger he only interacted through mail so far? "Well I am sending a fully clothed picture anyway. What possible harm can it do? If something comes up I can always say he got that photo from online album or some friend of hers - there is nothing to prove against me" he said little aloud, more to convince himself.
He had some photo of hers in his laptop. He searched and picked up one picture. Poorva wearing a white salwar kamiz. It was a bit conventional but nevertheless it couldn't hide her beauty and she looked rather stunning in it. He attached the picture and sent it back to Parvez :
"Pervez
photo attached as you asked. Let me know what to do if you like".
This time reply came immediately - almost within 5 minutes. Just 1 liner :
"Product looks great. I am interested, below is my number call as soon as you get this mail to proceed further"
Manish realized he was sweating even in cool AC. Whole thing started as fun and curiosity and he didn't really expected it to go that far. What he is to do now? Surely Parvez still doesn't ahve much information, if he stops it here it will be all closed. Will it be worth giving a call? Will it be safe ?
While thinking all this, Manish was actually dialing this number. He didn't know why - despite his brain telling him to stop, he just couldn't stop. He had to see the end now!
In nervousness he misdialled twice. 3rd time he got it right. As phone rang on other side, Manish felt his heart throbbing so loud, he could almost hear it.
"Hello" a voice said from opposite side
Manish tried to speak, but his throat was too dry...
The guy on other side paused a bit perhaps to think. Than he said "Is it Manish?"
"y..ya" Manish managed to make a sound
"Hello Manish, I was expecting your call." the voice on other side got warm "Let me start by saying, you got a real gorgeous wife. Now I wanted you to call so that we can fix a meet".
"Meet?" Manish said knowing fully it was a stupuid question.
"Oh yes, we need to meet to discuss further, don't you think so ?" other side said
"Y..yes .. but ..." Manish stammered. He didn’t know whether he really wanted to meet. Not safe ..not safe ..his brain said. He just wanted to ram the phone down and get over it. It was a mistake calling ...
"Manish" other side voice sounded kind and sympathetic "Meeting doesn't mean something is finalized. We just meet over a cup of coffee and I can put my proposal in front of you and you can decide whether you want to go ahead or not. If not, than we part as friends and you will never hear from me again. that's a gentleman's word. Now what you say?"
His kind voice has smoothed Manish a bit. Still nervous he asked "ok ... when… where?"
"Colaba, in front of the corner coffee house. Be there at 11 morning Sunday. Does it sound good?"
"Ok ... fine .." Manish started but before he finished other side said "ok than I will see you there at 11 Sunday. Have a good day"
The phone went off.
"Dear Manish
Glad to know you liked my story. Just a small correction. The plot is not something I imagined. It really happened as I wrote at beginning of story. And this is only one of many sluts I have trained in my life.
If you really have a bitchy wife and really want to train her into submission, let me know your (and your wife’s details). I may help you.
Regards
Parvez - The Bitch Trainer"
Manish didn't know what to really think about it. "This guy - either he is a kid playing stupid game and making big claims in which case it's useless to write back anything. Or ..."
Yeah, what happens if he is really what he says? Reason says the chance is one in million. Surely these porn sites are where all frustrated guys like him come and write imaginary stories to vent out anger and frustration. But then again ... what’s wrong in writing back? What if...
Ultimately his curiosity won and Manish wrote back :
Deal Parvez,
Good to hear from you. I am Manish Malhotra, I am in Mumbai. I stay in Worli. My Wife is Poorva, married for 1 year. She is 26 year old stats 5.3", 34C:26:35. Very fair complexion, long jet black hair. I work in a MNC, she is housewife. Let me know if what else you need to know."
Entire next day Manish checked mail several time, he was very excited and felt a pervert pleasure in discussing his wife with a complete stranger. Till evening no answer came. At last by 7PM when Manish finally concluded it was indeed some stupid kid with some online fantasy making fool of him and was about to close his inbox, the mail came with terse reply :
Manish
Stats sounds good. Send a photo of her - fully clothed but from what I can understand her figure and looks. I can only decide to take up the assignment after seeing whether it’s worth or not.
Regards,
Parvez
Manish was a bit in dilemma now. Surely, if Parvez is what he says - he will like to see Poorva's photo, nothing wrong in that, its just natural. But should he share his wife's photo with a stranger he only interacted through mail so far? "Well I am sending a fully clothed picture anyway. What possible harm can it do? If something comes up I can always say he got that photo from online album or some friend of hers - there is nothing to prove against me" he said little aloud, more to convince himself.
He had some photo of hers in his laptop. He searched and picked up one picture. Poorva wearing a white salwar kamiz. It was a bit conventional but nevertheless it couldn't hide her beauty and she looked rather stunning in it. He attached the picture and sent it back to Parvez :
"Pervez
photo attached as you asked. Let me know what to do if you like".
This time reply came immediately - almost within 5 minutes. Just 1 liner :
"Product looks great. I am interested, below is my number call as soon as you get this mail to proceed further"
Manish realized he was sweating even in cool AC. Whole thing started as fun and curiosity and he didn't really expected it to go that far. What he is to do now? Surely Parvez still doesn't ahve much information, if he stops it here it will be all closed. Will it be worth giving a call? Will it be safe ?
While thinking all this, Manish was actually dialing this number. He didn't know why - despite his brain telling him to stop, he just couldn't stop. He had to see the end now!
In nervousness he misdialled twice. 3rd time he got it right. As phone rang on other side, Manish felt his heart throbbing so loud, he could almost hear it.
"Hello" a voice said from opposite side
Manish tried to speak, but his throat was too dry...
The guy on other side paused a bit perhaps to think. Than he said "Is it Manish?"
"y..ya" Manish managed to make a sound
"Hello Manish, I was expecting your call." the voice on other side got warm "Let me start by saying, you got a real gorgeous wife. Now I wanted you to call so that we can fix a meet".
"Meet?" Manish said knowing fully it was a stupuid question.
"Oh yes, we need to meet to discuss further, don't you think so ?" other side said
"Y..yes .. but ..." Manish stammered. He didn’t know whether he really wanted to meet. Not safe ..not safe ..his brain said. He just wanted to ram the phone down and get over it. It was a mistake calling ...
"Manish" other side voice sounded kind and sympathetic "Meeting doesn't mean something is finalized. We just meet over a cup of coffee and I can put my proposal in front of you and you can decide whether you want to go ahead or not. If not, than we part as friends and you will never hear from me again. that's a gentleman's word. Now what you say?"
His kind voice has smoothed Manish a bit. Still nervous he asked "ok ... when… where?"
"Colaba, in front of the corner coffee house. Be there at 11 morning Sunday. Does it sound good?"
"Ok ... fine .." Manish started but before he finished other side said "ok than I will see you there at 11 Sunday. Have a good day"
The phone went off.