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My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 02

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."

I caught the look in his eye. "Why do you say it like that? Is it not true?"

Ivan turned toward Natalya and Dmitry. "It was not what I would call a normal relationship."

He had my curiosity now. "Tell me. What happened between them?"

"I don't think it is my place," He hesitated. "She should really be the one..."

"She did tell me about him. She was in love with him for a long time."

"That is true. She was obsessed with him really. Like a puppy following him around trying to please him all the time. She would do anything for him." I was starting to get excited again. That strange feeling I had when I had talked to George. "Tell me."

Ivan looked around. "Alright, but you cannot tell her I said."

"Of course."

Ivan looked around then said "Ok, but follow me." He headed to the back of the room where there was an unoccupied conference room. I followed him in. "Shut the door," he said. And then, he sat down in a one of the fine leather chairs. I sat across from him.

He started by saying that it was a crazy time in Russia and that many people did things that they otherwise would not. He was not proud of a lot of things he had done, and I should not hold anything against Natalya. "She was young and none of us was prepared for what was to come.

"As you know, Natalya and I went to the same school. When the market opened up, we had access to things that we had never had access to before like restaurants, night clubs, and drugs... lots of drugs. I met Dmitry in a club and we became friends then partners. We took our opportunity and opened a night club, Royale. His idea was to bring in girls, lots of girls, regularly to make it popular. I told him about Natalya, how beautiful and innocent looking she was, and he wanted to meet her.

"She was beautiful. It was true. She was the most popular girl in our school with her gorgeous hair, her big, soft lips, and her little body. All the boys loved her. At 19, she was exactly what every man wants.

"When they met, it was like lightning struck. I remember I brought her to the club and they talked all night. I watched them retreat to his office, and I knew what was going on. Dmitry was good looking, confident and always seemed like he would be a powerful guy. I was a bit jealous to tell the truth know she would fuck him right away like that.

"At first he treated her like a girlfriend giving her flowers and presents. She was clearly in love. Then he started to meet other women around the club, and we became more and more successful. He started treating her differently. He dressed her in sexier clothes, would rub her legs and grab her ass in public and told everyone how she would do anything for him.

"He liked to tell stories to his friends about how he would humiliate her sexually. When he would take a shower he would order her to sit at his feet in the tub and lick his balls. She was not allowed to move. He would put his cock in her mouth and force her to take it deeper and deeper until she had tears in her eyes and gag. He would have her clean his ass thoroughly with her tongue and In the end, he would cum all over her face.

"He said that he made her wake him every morning with a blowjob and if he had to take a piss, she would follow him and hold his dick. When he was done, she would clean it with her tongue and put it away. I am not sure these stories were true, but that is what he would say.

"The more he cheated on her and humiliated her, the more she wanted to please him. She would do anything to make him happy. One night we were at the club sitting around a table and drinking champagne. Dmitry was talking to a model and was clearly intent on fucking her. Natalya was sitting next him across from the model and was trying to get his attention. Finally, he told her that she should crawl under the table and suck his cock. She stared at him for a minute. He said that he was serious and if she ever wanted to come into the club again, she would do it. He also suggested that she was not very good at it and that he thought the model would do a better job.

"Natalya took this as a challenge. She slipped under the table and got on her knees. There was no table cloth or anything, so anyone passing could see her ass bent under the table and her head bobbing up and down on his dick. I could not see anything under the table but I know that Dmitry was pushing her head down so that his cock was in her throat. He told us all that she was clearly his whore. Then said for us to watch as he kissed the model as Natalya took his cum in her mouth. She rose up wiping her mouth but he left with model immediately. She spent the rest of the night sitting in the booth alone. She did not know she had a drop of his cum in her hair and no one wanted to tell her."

Listening to this, I was getting hot. I could not believe she would be humiliated like that. I thought to go out and beat the shit out of this guy. Ivan saw my face and said, "It's not like she was not all for it. She enjoyed being submissive to Dmitry. It was all a rush to her. The worse she was treated, the more she got off on it. He told her what to do and she basically accepted it, no matter what. He would tell her to take off her panties in the middle of a busy room and hand them to him and she would not hesitate. He would take her on excursions around town and have her flash other men, and she would do it. She really enjoyed being the submissive little slut.

"Knowing her as I do, I believe she has a complex, a need to please men who have power over her. Perhaps because her father was a prick to her, so she got no love to speak of as a child. Dmitry was very similar to her father, and she wanted to please him. Somehow he knew this, so he humiliated her more and more for it.

"Then she got into cocaine. Most of us did at that time. There was no law against it, and it was coming into the country by the liter. Dmitry hated drugs and punished her for becoming addicted. He started treating her worse when she was high. One night we were all riding getting ready for a big night. Natalya had done a few lines, was horny and very insecure. She was trying to get his attention while he was on the phone. She was insisting. Dmitry was clearly annoyed by her behavior. He stopped his call and told her if she did not shut her mouth, he would put something in it. She kept at it.

"He hung up his call and told her to strip out of her clothes. There were six of us in the limo mind you. Me and my woman, a client of ours and his wife, and Dmitry with Natalya. She did not do it right away, then he yelled at her to take of her fucking clothes. She smiled, actually smiled at him, and biting her lip slipped out of her dress. I don't know what she was thinking, but she looked excited. She reached for his crotch, but he stopped her. He pointed to our client.

"He was a big guy in his fifties, heavy and bald. He may have been good looking once, but now he was fat and old. 'Blow him.' Dmitry told her. She hesitated and he slapped her face. Not hard. Just enough to get her to pay attention. She smiled again. I think she was deranged at the time. It was more than just the cocaine.

"Natalya crawled across the floor, her ass in the air. It was the first time I saw her in that positon. Her pussy and asshole were clearly visible. She reached under his belly, undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was long, thin, and very white. One of those uncut alien looking cocks. Ugly as hell. Our client did not put up a fight, why would he? The man's wife was clearly shocked but did nothing either. Maybe she was afraid of Dmitry or maybe she took a secret delight in what was happening to Natalya. I think we all did a bit. There is something about watching an attractive woman getting sexually dominated that everyone likes to see, like looking at a car wreck."

My reaction to this surprised even me. I was pissed at Dmitry still and ready to kill the fucker for the way he had treated her, but I was also strangely curious about how far she would go to please him. She was his slut. I wondered how she could get from this point to being the confident woman I know today. I think Ivan somehow knew that I was interested.

"She started by licking the head of the ugly thin dick tentatively while we all watched. Dmitry did not like her caution and told her to go deep. She took his whole cock her mouth, a task made difficult by the large belly flapping over. 'Lick his balls,' he told her. She lifted his prick and put her head deep between his fat, sweaty thighs. The old man was in ecstasy to have this twenty year old beauty giving his prick a tongue bath. 'Now his ass' Dmitry ordered. She got low, spread he guy's fat, floppy ass checks and stuck her tongue beneath. She did not hesitate this time. She used her tongue to clean him thoroughly and then fucked him with it. I only prayed he had taken a shower before we all went out that night.

"After a bit, Dmitry told her to get on her hands and knees and let the guy fuck her. She finally balked at this. Can you imagine that THIS is what bothered her. Dmitry picked up her dress and tossed it out the window. 'Fuck him if you ever want to be with me again!'

"Natalya was affected by this, but not how you would think. She groaned with delight. She was really a submissive. The whole scene made her wet. I could smell her cunt from where I was.

"She got on the seat and lifted her ass. 'Pull your cheeks apart.' She reached behind her with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks open stretching her pretty pussy and asshole. Our client was excited now. He plunged into her without mercy and began fucking her roughly. She moaned then screamed. She had a funny sound she made, like a small dog barking.

"Finally, Dmitry came over, pulled out his cock and waved it in her face. I had never seen it before. It was massive. So long and thick, she could barely fit it in her mouth. So now she was getting it from both ends while we watched. He would pull it out from time to time and slap her face with it. She as crying but with delight, not sadness.

"Soon the fat, old guy came deep inside her then pulled out. Dmitry made her lick him clean. He then fucked her on her back a bit and had her lick him again. Finally, he came all over her face. She clearly enjoyed this. Natalya cleaned herself with her fingers and swallowed his semen. She was then rewarded with another line of coke. Dmitry gave her his jacket but she remained nude underneath for the rest of the evening."

At this point, I was simply amazed. My Natalya partied with cocaine and fucked two guys with other people watching. I knew that she had tried drugs, but sex of this kind never entered my mind. She just seemed more sophisticated than that. But she was young at the time and it sounded like she had fallen into a bad crowd. I wondered when she had ended this and how. I asked Ivan this.

"This type of thing went on for a while. Perhaps a year. Now that Dmitry knew that he could control her in this way, he would have her do favors from time-to-time. Not always. He knew she was too special to just whore her to anyone. He saved her for when it was important to please a client or official. She never objected. In fact, I believe she kind of enjoyed being the one to seal deals.

"I never mattered to her who the guy was or how he looked. She did what Dmitry told her. She stripped for them in club and then took them to the VIP room and let them fuck her every possible way. The uglier they were and the dirtier the sex the more she seemed to enjoy it. I think she subconsciously was punishing herself, but for what, I don't know.

"Eventually, she came to her senses. It was a not the way she was being pimped out that did it though. It was when she entered Dmitry's office and found him fucking two girls on his desk. He had them both bent over and was going back and forth fucking their asses. He told her to come in and kiss his ass while he fucked them or get out and shut the god damned door. For the first time, she did not go in.

"Natalya did not leave him right away. He managed to convince her that it was all ok and that he loved her only, but from that point on, you could see her attitude change. She began to refuse him and argue with him. Finally, he kicked her out for being too difficult."

"He left her?" This is not what I had been told. "She sees it the other ways around."

"Look my friend; she also believed she had a relationship with him as if he was her boyfriend, not her pimp. Natalya is a bit neurotic that way. She sees things the way she wants to see them. But he never lied to her or led her on. He gave her money and a place to live. In exchange, she fucked who he told her to fuck. Face it, Natalya is a whore. She has always been."

This got me very mad. "I thought you were her friend. She speaks so highly of you and you call her this. I think she is one of the most beautiful and sophisticated women I know. I am not sure I believe this craziness."

"Look, I love her as much as you do. I always have since we were little kids. But, she has always been the same. She has always wanted attention from men. She does not regret it. In fact, she finally decided to become the best whore in Moscow and practiced at it. When she was not with a sponsor, she was practicing sex in all its forms. She tried different positions. She became a star at deep throating. She even finally tried anal and learned to love it. She would try almost anything. Threesomes, orgies, bukkake parties. She was on a mission. Look around my friend. There is hardly a man you see that she has not sucked off. Face it, you are married to the most well-known whore in Moscow."

"You're full of shit. How could you know so much about it?"

"Because, my friend, I was the man who she practiced with. I have done everything you can think of to your slut of a wife and more." He winked and stood up to exit the room. I was too taken aback from this last revelation to move. As he left, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "A bit of relationship advice for you, my friend. I would not leave Natalya alone at a party for too long. You are likely to find her in the toilet with a cock down her throat."

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