My Whore Wife Natalya Ch 06

I am reposting these stories under another profile and changing some names for personal reasons.

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I am not sure if I would call it a dream come true or a nightmare that would haunt me, but when it arrived in my email, I was shocked. I guess I shouldn't have been. I was already used to the fact that the beautiful Russian woman I married had enjoyed sleeping with men for money and presents and that she was fantastic at sex because she practiced at it so often in her past. But, I did not expect to learn that she might actually have been a sex worker and may still be.

The note was from a friend of mine, Joe Gambino, from the US who was planning a visit to Russia in few weeks and was excited about the robust escort culture. He was what the British call a punter, a person who makes a hobby of sleeping with prostitutes. In most the countries he travels it is legal or at least accepted and like in Russia, not considered a big deal, so his attitude was unashamed. He was single, he did not sleep with underage girls, only women, and he believed he was a connoisseur like someone who drinks fine wines. Joe's investment company was sending him to Moscow on business, and he wanted to take advantage of the scene. We had kept in touch since college, so when he learned he was coming to Moscow he reached out to me for advice. While I had never really been active in this field, I was an international business man in Russia... hell, I was a man in Russia... so I knew how it worked.

Russia is known for gorgeous escorts who are ready and willing to do almost anything. Tall blonds with big tits, brunettes with gorgeous eyes and full lips, and even some of the most amazing African women on student visas who were princesses at home but whores in Moscow. In any other country, these women would be supermodels. Here, where the ratio of women to men is so much in the men's favor, they are entertainment.

There are a number of places to find escorts in Moscow including some very famous nightclubs that gained reputations in the 1990's for outright hedonism. Night Flight is practically a tourist trap. But, my friend is not the outgoing type, so I sent him a website called www.rusdosug.ru where you can search for women based on their body type, age, language capabilities, and the services they are willing to provide. They have ratings and reviews of the women by their customers as well. It's like Yelp for whores. Once you make your selection, you can then just call or email and they are delivered to your hotel as easy as ordering a pizza in America (and sometimes for less money).

A few days before he arrived, he sent me a number of links from the website over email asking me what I thought of the various women. He had a lot of questions. Did I think they were real? Was there any danger ordering to his hotel? Could I help speaking Russian with the women who did not speak English? I really did not want to help with this process any more, it was a bit annoying, but he was a friend, so I decided to take a look.

I worked my way through the various links, and it started to make me a bit horny. All the girls looked so young and tasty. I was thinking that they were really only a quick call away. I may have the most fantastic wife, but here I was alone at home, so I decided, "What the hell," and started to masturbate.

After 5 or 6 links, I opened the page of a woman named Tatiana and nearly fell out of my chair. The woman in the picture was looking over her shoulder while revealing her beautiful, round naked ass to the camera. There was no doubt in my mind that this was picture of my Natalya.

The picture was a few years old but those brown eyes, amazing lips and, most of all, that high-tight world-class ass could only be one woman in the world, my gorgeous wife.

The introduction on her profile described her almost exactly - brunette, brown eyes, slim, c-cup breasts, speaks almost perfect English. The only thing it had wrong was that this Tatiana's age was listed as 30 years old. My Natalya is 38, but she could pass for 30 easily. She has clear, soft, perfect skin and the personality of a much younger woman without the baggage or the anger you find with older women. Natalya lived young.

There were more pictures, seven in all. One was of her sitting in a chair, fully nude with her legs crossed and one arm across her chest smiling seductively into the camera. Another was her standing with a top on, but no bottom, her hands high above her head and her shaved pubic region clearly visible. Another had her bent over, her panties half way down her thighs her ass exposed to the camera. The others were less pornographic with her in a bikini and high heels tugging at the bottoms to just reveal a bit of pubic area. Another was of her on a bed smiling with the top of her ass visible over her shoulder.

All-in-all they were pretty tasteful photos, Playboy not Hustler, but I was so surprised by what I saw I could not speak. I had a wave of emotions from depression to overwhelming excitement. To see my lady exposed like this to the world both enraged and trilled me. Though I had heard many of the stories about Natalya's sex life, and I been quite turned on by them, the idea that she so blatantly sold sex for money just didn't register.

Under her picture a comment was written as if by her:

Do not worry about anything with me. I am here to be yours for a night or an hour. I don't care how you look or what your fetish is, I am your dream girl. Treat me good or even better, treat me bad and all your dreams will cum true.

In each profile categories were listed and given check marks telling what the woman was willing to do. In Tatiana's profile, not one was left unchecked. Some were very surprising. Things like ' vaginal sex, anal sex, cum on face, cum in mouth, oral without condom, deep throat, lesbian sex, couples, prostate massage, ass licking, light S&M, heavy S&M, costumes,' and most surprising 'golden showers (receive).' It seemed this Tatiana had no limits.

To one side was a column for reviews. All of Tatiana's were four or five star. I read a few to see if they gave me any clues as to whether my Natalya and this Tatiana was indeed the same person.

Anonymous wrote: Had a great time with Tania (short for Tatiana). Would go back again and again.

Oldking wrote: I met her a few months ago and had a true GFE: very intimate sex, oral w/o, and no watching the clock. I saw her on my last night in Moscow...wish I'd gone sooner. I'm planning a trip back will definitely call her.

Manonmoscowwrote: We enjoyed the each of the other of the whole night! It was unforgettable time for me. She gives and takes completely. When she arrived she gave me an original Russian gift as russkaya matryoshka! It was very funny! As a result I wish to say that Tatiana is a very amusing and positive a person. I've had crazy time with her in all positions ;)

These were very benign. Some were more graphic.

BigPappa wrote: A great girl. She is even hotter than her pictures with a spectacular ass. She is very enthusiastic and adventurous. I have never had such an amazing BBBJ followed by a facial. What a dirty girl.

I could have written that review about my Natalya, but it was not enough to prove anything. As a read on, I found some very raunchy descriptions.

Undercoverbrotha wrote: I blushed at what she did to me which isn't easy for me. She bathed my cock, balls and licked my ass with her tongue then she proceeded to dig for gold. I did not think I was going to share my lunch today. Horniest whore I have ever fucked.

Fromrussiawithlove wrote: Whatever you have in mind, Tatiana is up for it. After a hard night making her walk on all fours and fucking her in the ass, I was exhausted. I woke up in the morning and had to hit the head, she didn't want me to be without her during our time together. She ended up in the tub covered in my hot piss. Kind of freaked me out that I could even do that, but she convinced me that it would be a great memory, and she was right!

Oneofmany wrote: Me and my buddies wanted a party and needed someone crazy enough to do a gangbang. I texted Tatiana and she was over and ready. She took nearly twenty loads that night. What a total whore!

I was convinced by these that though my wife may look like this Tatiana, there was no way she was the girl they were describing. She may be horny and sexual, but she would not possibly do many of these things. Then I read a review that all but changed my mind.

Inlovewiththisgirl wrote: I cannot tell you more about Tatiana. She just rocks my world. She knows how to treat a man. She gave me a great massage, kissed me deeply then worked her way to the most amazing blow job ever. I may not ever be satisfied by another woman. On a second round, she asked for sex by wiggling her amazing ass at me and spreading her cheeks to show me everything. She begged me to take her and do with her what I wanted. I fucked her from behind and she barked like a little dog with every deep thrust. Then she reached behind and took my cock and pointed it at her sweet, warm asshole. I did this for the first time and came like never before. She cleaned me with her mouth and sent me home a happy man. I believe she enjoyed it too. She came so hard, she was in tears. You can't fake that kind of emotion.

This description sounded so much like Natalya that doubts crept in my mind. Could it really be her? Could Natalya actually be a call girl?

It was at this point; I was pulled out of my thoughts by her sweet voice, "Sweetheart, why are you playing with yourself in front of a computer? Have I failed you?" I had not even realized that I was still pulling on my ragging hard-on. She did not mind. Instead she took me jacking off as a challenge.

She came over and kissed me, putting her hand on my cock and started stroking me. "What are you looking at darling?"

I decided there was no point hiding it. I needed to know what was actually going on. "This," I said turning my computer.

She glanced at the screen, "Oi! That's me!"

I was comforted a bit by her surprise. "So, this is really you on this site? You are an escort?"

"Sweetheart," she spoke as if talking to a child. "That's my picture, yes. But I don't know this website. What is it?"

"It's a website where whores market themselves and are contacted by the men who fuck them for money."

She giggled. "Well it sounds like fun, but that is not my advertisement."

"Then how do you explain it? Why are your pictures on the page?"

"I don't know darling. But I would never do something like that. Not so cheaply, at least," She winked.

At this point, she dropped to her knees. Her eyes met mine and she began to lick the underside of my dick. She began playing with my balls. Then she paused and stated, "I had those pictures taken for Mikhail as a present. It was his birthday but he was so rich, what could I give him? So, I went to a photographer and had sexy pictures taken. Perhaps the photographer sold them to this girl or something. This is Russia, these things happen. I can tell you that I am not a cheap whore."

Continuing to stroke my cock she went on, "But I think you like the idea." She plunged down on my hard-on pushing it deep in her throat. At the same time, she slipped her finger below me and began working it into my asshole using her own spit as lube. Her finger entered my ass and she pressed it up. I came harder than I ever have. It was from a different place, somewhere deep in my soul. Looking down at my lovely bride, her hair and face covered in my thick cum, I knew that I loved her immensely. I trusted her and in my heart wanted to believe her.

A few days later, Joe came to Russia, and we met for dinner at a restaurant near his hotel on Tverskaya Street. We talked old times and business, but finally our conversation turned to the personal side of his visit.

"How was your first night in Moscow? Was it everything you expected?"

"Fucking amazing, man." He was very excited. "Last night I ordered up two blondes to my room. We did things that are illegal in a lot of countries. What a way to beat jet lag. I was up all night and in great shape in the morning. I can't wait for tonight. I picked the dirtiest whore on the website. She is gorgeous too. You can't imagine what I have planned." He actually rubbed his hands together like the bad guy from an old movie

I congratulated him and told him to enjoy. I offered my help with arrangements, but he declined saying that enough of the women spoke English for him to be busy for a year. I remember that he said he had picked the freakiest slut on the website for that night.

I said good evening and invited him out later in the week to meet Natalya and me for drinks. I told him I wanted to introduce him to my new bride. He agreed happily, and we were off.

That night, Natalya and I were in bed watching television. She had on her usual baby doll with tiny panties. She had just reached over to start her nightly hand job when a text came on her phone. She turned over to answer it. Smiled then became very serious. She got out of bed and started to dress. "Sweetheart, I have to run out for a while?"

"What's up?"

"I just have to go see Katya. She needs my help with something. It won't take long."

I lay there disappointed that I was missing my hand job, but I thought little of her leaving at the time. Katya was her best friend and an emotional mess. She was always finding tragedy in life. Natalya often had to go over to play psychologist.

I watched a bit of TV and finally dozed off. I woke when I heard my own phone register a text. It read "Sweetheart, Katya needs me more than I thought. I am going to stay over with her tonight." Now knowing that I was going to be alone for the night, I decided to rub one out and go back to sleep.

First, I thought of Natalya and how sexy she is. Then I proceeded to some of the stories I had heard over the years about her time with Dmitry, George, and Mikhail. She was so dirty and so submissive with them, it made me crazy. Their stories had taught me a lot about my sweet wife, but the stories had run their course and become a bit stale. Instead, I began to fantasize about the sexy pictures on the escort website. I pulled out my iPad and pulled up the pictures. I especially liked the ones where she is ass to the camera and bent over. Here was my wife, displayed for anyone to see. That idea really got me going. When I considered what it was like when she took the pictures, with the photographer telling her what to do and how to pose, I became hard as a rock. She must have been so wet and horny. She is a total submissive and a bit of an exhibitionist, so this would have been the ultimate experience for her. I thought of her getting crazy and going down on the photographer and letting him fucker her face and cum all over her. I wondered if a picture of her with his cum on her face perhaps existed.

Finally, I thought about what it would be like if she really were a whore for hire. The nasty shit that men would ask her to do to them, all the things on that list.

I thought of what Joe was doing tonight. What if it really were Natalya's profile, and he picked her? What if she were not with Katya at all tonight but being fucked hard by my friend right now? The vision was clear in my head of my Natalya getting fucked from behind by Joe neither of them knowing what relationship we held.

I thought of him forcing her to deep throat his large cock. I did not know the size of it, but I imagined it huge, with her gagging and her saliva dripping off of it. I imagined him making her crawl along the floor like a little slave, tying her down and then fucking her in the ass all the while calling her a nasty whore and other names.

I soon came in my hand, cleaned up, went to sleep and forgot all about it.

I woke in the morning to Natalya kissing me. She was sitting beside me and looked quite disheveled. "You ok?" I asked.

"Da, it was a difficult night. I did not get much sleep. Katya lost her job again. I am not sure what she is going to do. I gave her 10,000 rubles. I hope that is ok."

She quickly took off her clothes and got in the bed next to me. I had an overwhelming desire to eat her pussy, so I dropped beneath the covers. She accepted my kisses. She never turned down head. She had not showered, but she tasted wonderfully. She was very wet more than I could ever remember. I commented on this fact. She said that she had been thinking about me all night and that I was the most wonderful man in the world. I licked her deeply, sticking my tongue all the way up her pussy and flicking her clit until she had an orgasm.

On Friday, we met Joe for drinks in his hotel bar. I met him first as Natalya was coming from a different part of town. Joe could not stop talking about the whore he had been with the night before. "I called that Tatiana girl on the website. You know, the gorgeous brunette with the great ass."

I almost swallowed my tongue. I was going to learn if this was my girl or not.

"She was even hotter than in her pictures. I have never been with anyone so into sex and pleasing me. She did absolutely everything I wanted and hardly had to ask. She even suggested things that I would never consider.

"She showed up at my door in the sexiest red dress. Damned thing was practically see through and held to every curve. I let her in, and we sat down for a glass of wine. I cannot tell you how beautiful she was. Black hair, deep black eyes and such an incredible body. I thought she looked good in pictures, but in reality, it was beyond amazing."

He was describing my Natalya perfectly, but I could not be sure. "Was she the girl in the picture?" I asked.

"I think so. She looked a bit different, older, but not much. They Photoshop these things, you know. She sure as hell didn't need it though. She was fantastic, and my friend, you have never seen such an ass.

"We sat for a bit she asked me what I wanted to do tonight. I told her I picked her because she looked like she was up for anything. She said she was. I said that I really want to have a true PSE..."

"PSE," I asked.

"Porn Star Experience. It means to fuck rough and hard. Essentially, I can do whatever the hell I want, and she will do it enthusiastically. I said that I need a woman who will not back down or get angry at me or sad for really using her as a sex object. Not that I wanted to hurt her or anything, and I respect her as a person, but I just fantasize about having her do whatever I want. I did not want to hold back.

"She said that it was fine to do as I wish. In fact, she said it made her very excited. She told me few men can really back up their desire for hardcore fucking and that I should 'do my best' not to disappoint her. I took this as a dare, so I gave her the money and she went in the restroom to change and get ready, you know, shower and stuff.

"Fuck, when she came out, I was hard in a second. She was in a yellow string bikini and high heels. Her hair was teased up and she walked like a model. She asked how I wanted her. I said put your hands between her legs and bound up and down, I wanted to see her titties jumping. She did it, and man, was it a sight.

"I told her to get down on her knees and crawl to me. She did not hesitate. She was on all fours. I told her to get lower on her elbows and put her ass in the air then to meow like a cat. Can you believe it! It was the sexiest thing ever. She was meowing and making cat noises and wiggling her perfect ass. When she was at my feet, she rubbed along my leg. I slapped her ass several times then pulled out my dick.

'I don't mind telling you I have a pretty ugly, fat, uncut cock. I mean I am not pretty, I have a bit of a belly and am sort of hairy in the wrong places but my cock is one big, ugly bastard. I let it hit her in the face and can you believe it? She moaned.