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.
