My Whore Wife Natalya Ch 05

I am resubmitting my stories under a different profile for personal reasons and have changed some of the names and details. THEY ARE MY STORIES

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There is always that question in the back of your mind. You want to know the answer, but you don't really, but you do. It is frightening but a bit of a turn on. In the end you finally ask it.

"Other than me, of course," just to eliminate the obvious answer, "Who was your best lover?"

Now with a woman like Natalya, this becomes complicated very quickly. You see, she is Russian, and she has a completely different view than a conservative American like me on love and sex. I should have known that this was going to be difficult for her to answer. At the same time, I was sure it was quite a pleasant exercise for her. As usual when I ask her to think about her sexual past, a smile began to form and her big brown eyes began to get a light in them.

"Well, that depends on what you mean, darling?" She started sitting up in bed with flirtatious smile, "There are different types of lovers. There are those who make you feel secure and taken care of. They are warm and comfortable. They may not make you cum a lot, but they make you feel good inside. Generally they are not sexy, so you end up cheating on them, unfortunately. Then there are the lifestyle lovers who are older and give you money and buy you exciting presents. They are nice because you are relaxed and can enjoy life but know that they don't want much more than the company of a beautiful woman. And, there are the ones, like you, who want to please you with their lovemaking. They are good at sex because their first goal is to take care of you. They are the ones you marry. But, then there are the men." This last category she emphasized by making a fist with her little manicured hands.

"What do you mean, the men?" This comment felt a bit insulting.

"You know, men. They just want to possess you, take you, fuck you and once they are satisfied, they are off to other things until the next time. They are bastards but you can't help but want them. It's a short term thing feeling, but it is uncontrollable."

"You have had such men."

"Sure. They are selfish lovers. Still, they can really be fantastic! Like being on... what do you call it?" She made an up and down movement with her arm.

"A roller coaster?"

"Da!" She said biting her bottom lip.

"So Dmitry is one of those?"

"No, he is a different kind. He is entirely selfish. He only loves himself. Very attractive but doesn't really care about anyone. It took me a long time to figure it out because I was too young and too much in love with him. No, Mikhail was like that. He was a man." Again, she made the fist.

Mikhail was from Armenia. He was a lawyer who Natalya met at a party once and had seen on and off for a year. She told me that Ivan had introduced them. She had come in and out of town over the course of a year and they went out. At first, I did not think anything of this but over time; I started to realize that there was more to it. They had had sex, he was married and he gave her gifts, expensive ones. After what I had learned recently about Alena's past, I now had a deeper curiosity about this relationship.

You see, I had become obsessed with my new wife's past lovers. At first it was just trying understand how she had become so good at sex. I knew she was not a virgin when we met. Hell, I would not have been so excited by her if she was. But, it had now become clear that though she was almost a decade younger than me, she had many more experiences than I had. And, after meeting a few of the men from her life, my eyes were now wide open. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, was often supported financially or given gifts from her lovers, was extremely submissive and willing to do almost anything for a man who took care of her. She seemed to get off on being degraded and used. Hell, she had even had sex on film in exchange for money. In short, in American terms, my new wife was a whore when I met her.

Since we were married, however, she had been a dream wife. She is beautiful and always looked good, is fucking amazing in bed, always loving and sweet to me otherwise, and positively the best influence in my life. Still, her sexual history excited me. In a strange way, it was a bit humiliating knowing my wife had been treated like dirty slut by so many powerful men, but at the same time it made we extremely horny to hear about it, and I found myself wanting more.

"I thought you only had a few dates with Mikhail." It was a probing statement.

She eyed me. She now knew how her stories affected me. She turned over in bed and gave me a kiss. Her hands ran down my bare chest downward to my cock. I was already hard.

"What do you want to know, sweetie?" She glided her fingers along my length.

"Did you fuck him?" Of course she had, I knew this, but it was a good question to start any story.

"Mmmmm... so many times. In fact, that was about all we did. He liked sex with me. That is about all. It did not start that way though. I think he was a little bit in love with me when we met, but when he realized I wasn't in love with him, he was happy just to fuck me, and it made me happy too. We had a chemistry that I cannot explain. I never wanted to spend time with him or go to theater with him, but sex was fantastic.

"You see, I need a man to look at, someone like you with pretty eyes, nice hair, a nice slim body. He was too... too manly in a way. He had hair on his chest and his back but not much on his head except for a thick mustache. He was in good shape, very good shape if you knew him, but he did not look it. His stomach was round with a bit of a belly, his chest sagged, and he did not have big shoulders. If I wore heals, I was taller than him."

"If you were not attracted to him, why were you with him?" I understood the answer almost as fast as I asked the question.

"He is very rich sweetheart. He took me on nice trips, we went to parties and the gifts he gave me were fantastic!" Her eyes glazed over as if she were dreaming of better times. "Plus he was a great lover, in that manly category. He smelled good like a man, strong like after exercising except all the time. He had also had a lot of energy. He could go a long time and was always, always horny... and... well..."

"He had a big cock?"

She smiled and nodded mischievously. "Huge. Long, not the longest but... how you would say it? Fat? I could not wrap my little hand around it. You he was just a... a... man. Some men are just men all around, and he was one of these."

I knew what she meant intuitively. He was full of testosterone, powerful, rough, kind of an animal. She didn't mean it as an insult, but it came across as, "He is a man, you are not really as much of one." It made me feel like I was missing something she needed. But hearing her talk about it and imagining this hairy guy with a huge dick taking my graceful, somewhat fragile wife, got me hard as a rock.

"He realized that I did not really have feelings for him. Don't get me wrong, he was great to be around, but I could never marry a man like that. Plus, he would cheat all the time. Rich, powerful men always do. This is when his attitude changed on me. He really just called me when he needed sex. We would meet for a bit, have sex, and then I would go home with enough for rent and wine for a month and take a bath in ice." She laughed. "If he wanted me around him at all, it was as to show off. He liked me to come to Ibiza with him and wear my string bikini to parties. He liked taking me into public events and wear sexy dresses. Like I said, spending time with him was not the point. It was being his sexual plaything I liked."

"So he was good in bed, then?"

She got a look in her eye that I had never seen before. "It was not so much what he was like in bed but what he was like in general. He didn't like talking. He was all action. At first it he would just be a bit rough. One time I remember that I showed up at his flat and did not make it in the door before he had taken me by my hair, kissed me hard and dragged me over dinning. Next thing I knew I was bent over, pressed against the table. He had my dress up and he spread my ass and put his thumb in it. He loved my ass..."

All men love Natalya's ass. It is not just the best feature on a beautiful woman, it is an unforgettable sight.

"Then he just forced his cock in me. It was always difficult at first because it was so big. I was wet enough for any man but with him I always felt stretched. Then he would fuck me like a dog. Fast and hard. I never thought about this with a man, but it was every erotic. He would grab my hair and pull me up to him. His thumb would go from my ass into my mouth, and he would talk into my ear. He used to say that I was beautiful and sexy but after a while it got dirtier. He called me a dirty slut and a whore. For some reason this made me even wetter."

I was so hard now. Natalya barely had to touch me. Now, she was hardly even paying attention to me. I noticed was that her other hand was now between her legs and she was masturbating to the memory.

"He was rough with my body, squeezing my tits and even slapping me on my ass and my tits. He would choke me and even slap my face. Nothing hard but over and over. He told me that he had paid for me, and he was going to get his money's worth. He was never leaving marks or really hurting me. It was just enough pain to be pleasurable.

"Then he pulled out of my pussy and put me on my knees in front of him. He wanted me to suck his cock. It was so wide, it barely fit into my mouth but he would push it. He told me he liked seeing the tears in my eyes. Then he would pull it out and rub it all over my face and tell me to lick his hairy balls and back to his hairy ass. He had me spread his ass and give it a bath with my tongue. He smelled strongly down there. Not terrible but... a lot. You would think that this would be disgusting but in fact, I could not be more exited. It was clear that he thought of me as there for his pleasure only. But, I liked it then."

She liked it now, too. Her hand had gone off my dick, so that she was frigging herself with two hands. Her face was on the bed turned to one side, her ass in the air and at least six fingers in her pussy. I could smell how wet she was. But I needed relief. I tried to turn her over and fuck her, so we would both be enjoying this story, but she actually pushed me away. I went behind her, and she let me put my dick in her while she played with her clit. Her other hand came up above and she inserted her own finger in her ass.

I fucked her for a bit from behind. She was wet and horny, but she seemed frustrated. Then she stopped. "Sweetie, get my toys. My pink one... and the clear one." The pink one was her dildo. It was large and thick around, much bigger than me. The clear one was a butt plug. She liked it in her ass when she was getting fucked to imagine she was getting double penetrated. This meant I was out, and it was obvious she needed something bigger tonight.

She was moaning audibly when I put the butt plug in, twisting it from side to side and spitting on in. Once it was in, I slowly started to insert the massive pink dildo. She reached back grabbed my wrist and shoved it in. "Be a man!" She yelled. "Fuck me like a man. Like Mikhail would. Don't think about it. Do it hard!"

I shoved the dildo in and out. She prompted me again to do it harder. "Are you a woman?" She asked. "Fuck me like I want it. Don't I deserve a good fuck?"

I was practically shoving her off them bed. I doubled my efforts and she screamed in delight.

Finally, I asked "Were you his whore?"

"Da!" She barked sounding almost like a little dog.

"Tell me!"

"I was his dirty whore! His fucking nasty whore! He paid me and he fucked me!" We were no longer pretending it was anything else. "He used me as he wanted to!"

"Was it humiliating?"

"Da, but wonderful! I never felt more like a real woman. I was his toy, his slut and I came so many times!"

I pulled on my cock as I fucked her with the dildo. "What else did he do? How else did he humiliate you?"

"He made me wear dresses in public with no panties." She told me. "Naked dresses. The kind you can almost see through. He wanted others to see me." Naked dress was our term for dresses that covered her body but still made her seem naked. "Then he would find a place, like parking lot or the back of a store and bend me over and fuck me. He would not even care who saw us. He would pull out his cock. Tell me to spread my ass and stick it in."

Fuck I thought. That's fucking amazing. I may have even said it out loud. "Did you like it?"

"It didn't matter what I liked. He did it anyway, and I liked that." She was almost crying as emotions came pouring out of her.

"One time we went to the theater. He fucked me in the bathroom and came all over my face and in my hair. It was thick and hot. He had me rub it into my skin but told me not to wash. I could feel it drying all over me as I greeted his friends in the lobby. They knew I was his whore. I know they did, and I imagined they knew I had his cum on my skin, and it made me wet.

"I had not cum, unfortunately, so I was still horny. Then we went to our box. He had the best seat near the stage one level up. A large part of the theater could see us. About half way through the production his hand went between my legs. He started fucking me with his thick fingers. I could barely contain myself. Then, he had me taste my pussy off his fingers. A bit later, he pulled out his cock. I gave him a hand job at first but he pushed my head down on it. I could not resist. If anyone in the theater looked they could see me sucking his cock."

"I am about to cum." It was an urgent statement. I wanted her to finish the story.

"He lifted my dress and stuck his fingers in my ass and pussy at the same time. I am sure that people in the upper rows could see everything. I wondered if they may even be able to hear it. Then he came. He always came hard and a lot. It was less this time because he had cum just before. But I still struggled to swallow it all. When he was done, he handed me a dildo and told me to finish myself off if I wanted to. I did trying to be quiet and not to attract too much attentions but I am sure most of the people in the upper balconies were watching me, not the opera."

With that I came, I pointed my cock at her pretty face and came as hard as I ever had. The visible half of her face was covered. At the same time, I yelled, "You worthless whore!"

That had the effect of making Natalya cum as well. She screamed as if being tortured. Her body shook for a good minute before she started crying.

She always cried after an orgasm. This one was so intense; she rolled into a ball for about five minutes. She may have dozed off. When she came back to me, she was obviously drained as if the bones had been stripped from her body and only flesh remained.

She put her arms around me, snuggled up against me and put her head on my chest.

"You ok, I asked."

"Mmmmmhmmmm." She purred.

"Do you miss it?"

"What, sweetie?"

"Your previous life?"

"Sometimes sweetie, but now I have you. I don't think I could have both."

I did not say anything to that. "Do you miss Mikhail?"

"Sweetie, I love you now. I enjoy sex with you. You are my best lover because we are totally honest with each other, you let me fantasize and you give me good sex. That is the truth. Mikhail was rough and had a big cock. But he was not a good guy. Do I think about the sex, yes? But I would never give up what I have now for him."

I was pleased at this response. But it was not long before the feelings started creeping into me again. I thought of this heavy, hairy man with a big cock fucking Natalya from behind while she screamed in ecstasy. I could not get the image out of my head.