I am resubmitting these stories under a different profile. They are mine. For personal reasons, I have changed some of the names.
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I became obsessed with my wife Natalya's former lovers. She told me about them proudly, and the more I heard, the more I needed to know the details.
You see, she is great at sex, and I was curious how she had gotten that way. I met her while doing a project in Russia and was so overwhelmed by her beauty and passion. Though she is petite, she carried herself like a high end fashion model. She had black hair and deep, dark eyes, a naturally thin body and the best ass any man ever saw.
Natalya knows how to treat a man. She teases me, keeps me interested but at just enough of a distance to make me work for her attention. Then when she finally gives in and allows me to make love to her, I am in pure, lustful heaven.
When I met her, she was in her mid-thirties and never married. She had told me that she had about 20 lovers. How she counted them, I eventually would learn, was not the way most of us counted our lovers. She was referring to relationships, not men she had sex with. In fact, the number was much higher.
Her last relationship was with a Dutch fellow named George and it seemed a bit strange to me that he paid her bills and only expected sex in return. I thought this a bit too much like prostitution and when I met George he confirmed that it was an arrangement of sex for money. I wondered if she saw it the same way. I did not know that this was just the tip of the iceberg, until I went to a cocktail party that was attended by another man from her past.
Natalya is what they call in Russia an "office girl." This means she works in the city rather than staying at home taking care of kids as a wife or doing very little as a single, kept woman. I admire her for this, but I also know that this is because she thrives on attention. Natalya enjoys the social atmosphere at the office and uses it to her advantage to boost her libido. More than that, she likes to talk with the men she encounters either as coworkers or business partners and feels that flirting is part of the fun of working.
When Natalya goes to the office, she dresses in very sexy clothes. Nothing trashy mind you, but in fact quite elegant in a way that shows her off her body by accentuating her gorgeous ass and emphasizing her breasts. She never wears a bra, it makes her feel constrained, and in the right light, many of her tops are see-through.
It is impossible to be a man and not pay attention to her. When she is speaking, she might stroke her neck or touch your arm, play with the hem of her skirt and show some leg, or flip her hair and smile seductively. She has a definite oral fixation and habitually puts her necklace with the pendent I gave her in her mouth. She is one of these women who just represents sex. What is amazing is that you never know for sure if it is you bringing this sexuality out this in her, or if this is just the way she is.
So one night soon after we married, I went with her to an office holiday party that also included a number of business partners and clients. I had met various people in her office, but this was the first party I attended.
Natalya looked spectacular in her dress. She had bought it in London for $2500 euros, and it was worth it. It was black, with no back, tight at the waist and loose in front. She has an amazing back. What surprised me though was how unashamed she was. It hung on her in such a way that her entire body was visible almost as if she was wearing nothing at all, but she went about as confidently as if she were wearing a coat.
Typically, once we were in the door, she was off socializing, mostly with men, and leaving me virtually on my own. She believed that parties were to mingle and that couples should separate as a matter of etiquette. She was always quite extroverted, so it was easy for her but for me, I felt like a wall flower.
I decided to get myself a drink and found the only fellow I knew to chat with. His name is Ivan. Natalya went to school with him and introduced us a few months before we were married. He was quite personable and friendly. In other words, he was not your typical Russian. We talked for about an hour before I instinctively began to search the room for Natalya.
She was in the middle of the room and never had to get a drink on her own. I noticed she was speaking with a very good looking man who was almost too pretty to be a guy. He wore fine, tailored clothes and had a scarf around his neck like a famous actor. He was thin, average height but had a naturally tan face, blue eyes, and carried himself with ease and confidence. When I found her, she was laughing and touching him on the chest. He smiled at her as if they knew each other quite well. I asked Ivan who he was.
"Oi, that's Dmitry Korovski."
The name struck me. It was the man who had been her lover for years when she was in her late teens and early twenties. She told me about him many times. He was her obsession really. They had dated for almost ten years off and on. He was very successful and the more money he made, the more of a narcissist he became. He cheated on her constantly and showed little emotion to her when she complained. In the end, he became cruel and even when she finally ended it, he barely reacted but to toss her to the street.
"Do you know him?"
"Do I? We were partners in a club during the nineties. We worked together for years. He is quite a bastard though. Pushed me out when had the chance. I owe him nothing."
"He dated Natalya, I believe, some time ago."
My friend sort of smiled. "Yes. I suppose you could say that."
