The Adventures of a Slut - Sex Stories

The Adventures of a Slut

My name is Candace Wellington. I am the ex-wife of Bradford J. Wellington III, a hot shot Madison Avenue attorney. His law firm, Wellington, Tremont and Schwartz has offices in New York City and Connecticut. Our highly publicized divorce forced me to leave the comforts of our Connecticut estate. I am looking to escape the nasty headlines, FORMER STRIPPER IS STRIPPED BARE OF HER POOR HUSBAND'S ASSETS. All sorts of rumors floated around. Most were harsh, but some were as gentle as snowflakes, over Rockefeller Center. I just wanted to start a new life. A little place in upstate New York with money I ‘rat holed’ over the past two years would be just perfect. Yes, that’s right. I was a stripper when I first met Brad. My name was ‘Candy Cane.’ He would always come in on Friday nights after working hard all week. A very kind and generous man. Deep blue piercing eyes, a nice mane of sandy, well styled, short, brown hair. Always in a suit which on his six foot frame made him very desirable. He smiled as he watched me dance, strip and slither around the stage. Afterwards I would be instructed to go to his table and do whatever he wanted. Brad always stood and had a rose ready to give me, while he pulled out a chair for me. After a few drinks he seemed more at ease. We would go into the back room and I’d straddle him and give him a lap dance. His hands were always on my hips as I shimmied and gyrated. I felt his cock harden beneath me and that was my signal that he wanted a blow job. ...

... He’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, as I sucked his very meaty, eight inch cock into ‘orgasmic bliss.’ That’s what he called it. Six months later the stress of having other men taking me to the back room was more than he could bear. He announced he wanted me for himself and proposed marriage. “We are from two different worlds.” I laughed “Let me make you mine. I will open a whole new world to you. A world where all your dreams can come true.” Two weeks later in a little chapel in Greenwich Village, I became his wife. He was right about my dreams becoming a reality. No matter where I went with him, I was treated with respect and had the ‘power of the pen.’ When I was alone, I was treated like trash and had to have ID. I never mentioned that to him. I felt it was my past not his. Our first night of marriage we stayed at his Fifth Avenue Penthouse. A maid brought us champagne, caviar, and some cut up vegetables before being dismissed for the night. He placed the tray it on the night stand and stripped. I followed in a very sexy strip tease that made his cock stiffen and it stood at attention. I crawled between his legs ready to perform my wifely duties, when he stopped me. That’s when I realized Brad had a kinky side also. He knew all about me with other men and women and seemed to get off on it. Now I was going to learn a little more about what ‘turned’ my new husband on. He reached over to the champagne bottle and popped the cork. Poured out two glasses, we toasted ...