I am resubmitting these stories under a new profile. They are my stories. I changed some names for personal reasons.
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My obsession with my wife's past sex life changed our relationship forever.
A few months ago, I met Natalya's previous lover in the Ukraine where I confirmed that she had indeed entered into a sex for money relationship. A few weeks later, at an office party, I learned from her friend Ivan that she was a club whore during her twenties. He even implied that she had later become an escort arranging afternoon and evening rendezvous with men she met through her work.
In both cases, there was an underlying indication that she might still be living her previous lifestyle at some level. There was no evidence of this that I could find, though. She remained caring and loving, we had good sex and there were none of the signs of cheating such as multiple phones, long private conversations, coming home late or making excuses to be out of our apartment. I continued to trust that whatever her past, she was my girl now.
My feelings toward these revelations were mixed. On the one hand, I was humiliated and angry that my beautiful Natalya was clearly not the woman I thought I had married. On the other hand, somehow, she was more exciting to me now. It was almost as if I wanted her to be more like her past self. I liked the idea that she had been used by men for sex.
One thing that was clear from both of the discussions was that Natalya is quite submissive. She never appeared this way to me. We always had an equal, loving relationship. Our sex was good in my view. In fact, it was her love of sex that made me curious to begin with, but what I heard from these men was the story of a very dirty and compliant woman who took orders and would do anything for her man. I began to test this theory bit by bit.
When Natalya got out dressed to go outside the house, I told her I wanted her to wear this or that. Usually something sexy like stockings or a small mini skirt. I was firm in my demand when she protested and was surprised to find that easily took direction. Slowly I got it to the point that she dressed overly sexy and revealing. She would turn heads walking down the street.
In bed, I began to take charge. I stopped asking if thing I did were "ok" with her. I just did them. Once, when I came home I kissed her, then without so much as a word, I turned her around, bent her over the couch and pulled down her panties from under her dress. She resisted a bit saying she was not ready, but I insisted. I buried my face in her ass and began to lick her asshole and pussy up and down. I even put my tongue in her ass. She became extremely horny and wet. Finally, I stood and plunged my cock into her and fucked her without mercy.
In my mind, I turned over thoughts of Dmitry forcing her to fuck the old man in the limo and George making her lick his ass when he would come home. It made me want to fuck my wife, not make love, but fuck her like a nasty slut. She no longer protested. She just made the beautiful noises of a woman reaching orgasm. I became braver as we went on. I slapped her ass hard then pulled her cheeks apart and shoved my thumb in her bunghole. She just moaned with pleasure.
Soon I came deep in her. I pulled out. My dick was sloppy with both our juices. I told her forcefully to clean me with her mouth. She turned around and did this willingly and thoroughly all the while looking at me in a whole new way. This was the answer, Natalya is a submissive!
Now, I had a whole new toy to play with. Not only was my wife beautiful with thick, black hair, full red lips, a slim body on a petite frame, nice round tits and what is without a doubt the best ass I have ever personally seen; she loved taking orders and doing whatever I might tell her. Later that night she asked me, "Why did you do this? You were so different tonight?"
"Didn't you like it," I asked suddenly worried.
"Hmmmm, yes. It was nice. But it was not like you."
"I think you liked it a lot."
She smiled, blushing. "But what changed? You have never been this way. You are sweet and gentle. Not like some men."
This struck me almost as an insult. Like she was saying, "Not like real men."
I thought about it. Why not tell her the truth? Or, at least, part of it. My feelings toward her had really changed. There was a time, just recently, when I wanted to protect her, hold her like an innocent girl. Now I knew the difference. I no longer felt the same. She was not innocent, and I no longer wanted to protect her. I wanted to exploit her.
"I spoke to Ivan at the party a few weeks ago. He told me about you and Dmitry. He told me the truth."
Natalya stared into my eyes. She recognized quickly that there was no point in lying. "You are upset? You don't love me anymore?"
This was good question. At that moment, I felt for her. She was clearly afraid that I would abandon her. "I do. I love you."
"I think you do not." She turned away from me and covered her head.
