I was raised in Odesa, Ukraine, by loving parents. Mom was a pharmacist in one of the best pharmacies in town. Dad worked in the harbor and loved his job. The combined salaries were enough to afford everything we needed, even a small car.
As the only child, I was more spoiled than most. I had my bicycle, a Galaxy smartphone, and even a video game.
I was mostly healthy. Until I was 3 years old, I suffered frequent right ear infections, but my father reassured me it would never return. When I asked him how he knew, he laughed and said, "When I was a toddler, I had the same problem. My doctor explained I had a minor genetic ear malformation, which made me prone to infections until the canal grew and the issue was solved. You had the same lesion."
I was curious, "Dad, any other genetic diseases in your or Mom's family I need to know about?"
"Not that I know of. Your grandparents and some uncles died in old age, usually due to heart disease or severe infections, except for Sergey, who died in the war."
In school, I was doing well too. Applying my average score to the American system (In Ukraine the scoring is different), I was A-. I excelled in math, physics, social studies, and debates. My weakest subject was foreign languages - I hated the idea of learning somebody else's language. Only when I turned 18, I realized it was a bad idea. After a long discussion with my parents, I flew to America to spend 3 months with my uncle in Chicago.
Uncle Vanco was a successful lawyer in a large firm. In addition to improving my English, and traveling to the beautiful attractions of the United States, I shadowed my uncle several times and got hooked on the profession.
I returned to Ukraine a new man - I knew I wanted to move to America and become a lawyer. To cut the story short, after completing the required tests and filling out the necessary documents, I moved to Chicago and studied at the Loyola School of Law.
Later I joined a successful firm in Minneapolis and became a partner 4 years later.
My private life did not start with overwhelming success - At 23, I befriended a rich girl from my class. She looked good, had a great body, and sex with her was fantastic. We got married 4 months after we met. It began well, but after 2 years we fell apart. The sex was still phenomenal whenever we engaged in it. However, it became clear she was much more interested in parties, being on the phone for much of her free time, and not helping with house chores. We divorced amicably a few months later. After the divorce, I kept seeing her 3-4 times a year. Each encounter started with reminiscing and ended with wild sex. I liked this arrangement. In the next 5 years, she had 2 boyfriends, but our meetings continued. She told me both guys were nice, good company, and loved her, but were nothing like me in bed. She emphasized that it wasn't just my 7.5" cock, but the way I used it, as well as my expertise in giving her oral.
As a young man, fairly attractive based on gossip I heard in the office, I had my share of temporary girlfriends. I was content spending quality time with them at the movies, restaurants, occasional parties, and sex. I didn't feel the need to get married again.
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In the last 6 months, 3 senior partners from our company retired. We interviewed 15 candidates. After much debate, we agreed on 3 of them - Two males and a female. I was asked to mentor the woman, Vera. Her resume was impressive for a girl who finished law school only 2 years earlier. She graduated Summa Cum Laude from Boston University, and had excellent recommendation letters from her teachers and a local judge, who she helped in a famous case. She got offers to join lucrative firms in Massachusetts but moved to Minneapolis because her husband, an engineer, got a good paying job in St. Paul.
Initially, Vera seemed shy, trying to adjust to the different culture in the Midwest and learn what it meant to be 'Minnesota nice'. Her ability to learn and absorb everything was phenomenal. I was impressed by her brain, but not only. Who was I kidding - She was young, pretty, and had a gorgeous figure.
In the beginning, she came to the office wearing formal suits, which fit her body, looking professional. However, within 3 weeks, we started feeling more comfortable with each other. I found out that in addition to being smart and efficient, she had a great sense of humor. And Vera noticed that, unlike others in my position, I wasn't a snob or a showoff.
We worked on 2 cases and spent a lot of time together. I recall the first time we had to work long hours, and during an evening break, I invited her to a known Italian restaurant. The meal was delicious and the wine even better. She told me she grew up in St. Petersburg, Russia, married Igor, a Russian who was 8 years her senior, and married a year later. They had no children.
We returned to my office, but the motivation to work was not there anymore. Maybe it was the wine - We became flirty and ended up having sex on my long desk. For a girl I thought of as an introvert, she was everything but! Her long blond hair, pretty face, and breathtaking body, especially the perfect C-coup tits - What could I say... I was in love. She was a real tiger. During the intercourse, she growled and scratched, and her body countered mine like no other girl before her. I came twice, while Vera had a prolonged orgasm that lasted about 20 minutes. She calmed down only after my cock began deflating in her hungry pussy. She left my office around 11 pm.
The following day, we talked about the previous evening. Vera had a guilt trip, cheating for the first time on Igor, her husband, but she wanted us to continue seeing each other. She confided in me her husband treated her well but had his shortcomings. The major one was his less-than-satisfying performance in bed. He was the 'wham bam, thank you ma'am' type. Certain times he 'allowed her' to suck him but never reciprocated. A missionary position was his favorite, and in the last year, it was the only one he used. It didn't help that he used no foreplay except for pinching her nipples for a minute before shoving his 5" thin cock and ejaculating a short time later in her cunt.
She knew I grew up in Ukraine, and mentioned that since the start of 'Special Russian Operation,' her husband announced multiple times he hated Ukrainians...
We needed to set our priorities and agreed to do our work no less than 6 hours a day and find other times to enjoy our affair. This unwritten agreement lasted barely a week. The next Monday we were both very horny. Half an hour later, I was ravaging her terrific body on the soft carpet in my office.
About a month later, we were looking for excuses to leave the office during working hours, drive to my house and have a long fuckfest. Our hunger for each other led us to experiment not only on the bed but also on the kitchen table, the sink, the shower, and even on my 5th floor balcony. She was by far the best sexual partner I had. I still remember several episodes...
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One early afternoon, she was naked, leaning on the sink with her legs apart, and my hard pole was pounding her tight cunt from behind, as my right hand was tweaking her voluptuous breast. She was closing fast on her pending orgasm when her phone rang. We looked at the screen and saw it was her husband. She mumbled that Igor never called her during working hours before. She needed to answer to be sure there was no emergency.
I continued plowing her pussy at a slower pace as she answered, "Hi Igor, what's going on?"
