I am reposting my stories that were under a different profile name. They are mine. I changed the names a bit for personal reasons.
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I sat next to him in the bar knowing exactly who he was. His name was George. He was not a good looking guy, large nose, rough complexion, stocky build but clearly quite rich. And, it was also clear that he had been around. This international business scene put a mark on some men. He was worldly, cynical and a bit worn down.
I struck up a conversation with him discussing why he was here at a bar in Ukraine. As expected, he spoke perfect English. He told me he did business here from time to time. He was a consultant who helped new companies start up and make connections to the west.
He asked what I was doing here. I didn't lie. I told him that I was passing through, having a few business meetings and then onto Moscow.
I asked if he had ever been to Moscow. And he replied that he had often. "Women are great there," I said forcing the conversation in a direction I wanted it to go. "Gorgeous."
I knew this for fact. You see, I met my new wife Natalya there a few years ago. She is a beautiful brunette with a long thin back, nice legs and the world's best ass. She is loyal, loving and genuinely wonderful. When we met she was in her mid-thirties and had been single all her life.
The only thing was that she loved sex. She is fantastic in bed. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining, but after dating for a while, I started to think about how she got that good. She told me that she had about 20 relationships over 20 years. By American rules, that meant much more, maybe double. I wondered if it was the same with Russian women. So I began to ask her about her past.
She had no problem telling me everything. In fact, she seemed quite proud of her history of sex. She counted her lovers like beads on a rosary. It was not long before I became obsessed with her ex-lovers. This one name George, who she called her Dutch man, particularly intrigued me.
She always said he was a good guy but a bit dirty. He had been her lover for 5 years, but she had others during that time as well. What got me was that he was willing to finance her life, pay her bills and buy her clothes, etc. I always wondered what he received in return. To an American ear, this sounded like prostitution, but Russia was different. Men covered bills for their girlfriends all the time. He was not Russian, though. He was Dutch. Did he see it the Russian way? Or, was my wife a really whore to him?
He was based in Kiev now, so when I had a chance to come to Ukraine on business, I hatched the idea that I would hear this story from his own mouth. I tracked him down and followed him to the bar.
"Yeah, and horny, but expensive. I like them better here, just as gorgeous, just as slutty, and fewer expectations."
"You ever date any girls in Moscow."
"Sure, lots. One for quite a while."
That was it. I knew he was talking about her. My dear, Natalya.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. It was never serious. I liked her at first, she is beautiful like a classic movie star, very stylish, smart and what an ass! But in the end, we knew it was not forever, and it became a very simple relationship. I just came into town and fucked her about once a month. I had an apartment there, well she did, but I paid for it. I paid her bills and bought a few gifts when I came to town."
"That sounds expensive."
"Not really when you add it up. I was in town 3 to 4 days at a time, that's $1000 bucks in hotels rooms. Add $400 a night for whores and that's $2600 bucks, so I saved a $1000 a month really. I had a nice clean apartment and gorgeous piece of ass waiting for me there."
"So you thought of her as your whore?"
"For the last few years, yeah. I mean basically, I fucked her, and she took money. What you do you call it?"
I just nodded. It was amazing to me that he was talking about my wife. I could barely imagine it, but it was true. Now the key question.
"Was the sex good?"
He laughed out loud. "I never fucked better. She was the horniest bitch, I have ever met. The nastier it got, the more she liked it."
"What do you mean nasty?"
"Let me tell you. I would fly into SVO and send her a text that I was in town and be there in an hour. She would text back telling me what she was going to me... suck my cock, lick my balls, and let me face fuck her. She loves that."
I almost fell out of my chair. "You're kidding. Did she do it all?"
"And, more. That was the tip of the iceberg, my friend. I would walk in the apartment and she would greet me with a cigar and scotch wearing lingerie, you know those little baby doll outfits with tiny panties, and wearing high heels... $400 high heels."
"Wow, I can never imagine."
"Russian women like being sexy unlike fucking American girls. They all want to be men. Russian women are women. They dress sexy, do their makeup and want to please their men. Anyway, before I even got in the door, she dropped to her knees, pulled out my cock and started sucking and licking. She loved giving head. It actually made her wet. I would hold her head and push my cock down her throat making her gag and drool all over herself. She loved it rough
