This is the thirteenth chapter in the story of an affair I had with Candy, a woman who came into my life unexpectedly and frankly, was I glad she had. Candy was one of the most exciting, stimulating people I'd ever met, in or out of bed, and over the course of our relationship we'd shared many enjoyable interludes.
At this point in our relationship we'd been involved sexually for nearly four years. But this was no casual affair; I was in love with Candy. I'd realized this in the first year of our affair. And I knew she loved me as well because she had said as much many times. But we were both married to others, but both comfortable with that and the state of our relationship.
And as much as I loved Candy, I loved my wife Helen just enough more that if I were forced to make a choice, it would be my wife I'd choose, even though I'd be giving up a lot. But let me be frank here, the difference in my love for each of these women could only be measured in nanometers.
You see despite my infidelity my wife and I do have a good marriage. I played around on her not because we have problems but because I'm selfish. Not unlike an addict I have a demanding urge to experience the differences of being with other women. The differences in how they kiss, feel under my hands, taste and have sex are what I crave to know.
A bonus of being with Candy was I was able to experience these things with her. In addition to being the most sexual and sensual person I'd ever known, Candy was also bisexual and we'd shared our bed with other woman on many occasions.
Although amazingly she hasn't as yet with Candy, my wife has caught me having affairs a few times during our marriage but always let it slide; after a while anyway. And despite my lack of fidelity we have a very satisfying sex life and a good personal relationship.
And as far as I knew Candy was happy in the way she fit into my life, and I hers. In all the time of our affair Candy had never asked or even hinted at me having to make a choice between her or my wife. She had a husband, of sorts, and was not looking to make changes, and frankly, neither was I. Right at the outset of our affair Candy said she knew I was married but that she didn't care, she wanted this affair to continue.
Another thing that amazed me about this affair with Candy, besides my wife having not found out about it, yet, was its duration. With the exception of the roughly first four years of my marriage I've had numerous affairs throughout. All have lasted not more then a couple months if not only days. But this affair with Candy was entering its fourth year. Amazing.
As I'd explained in an earlier chapter besides being able to meet often when we were both in our home city, because we worked in the same industry Candy and I had the opportunity from time to time to get together out of town too.
On one of these trips Candy suggested we go to a strip club together and although honestly strip clubs aren't usually my thing I agreed.
Sure I've been to them, mostly brought by vendors trying to get or keep business. And I admit when I did go I enjoyed seeing the pretty girls. But I also usually found the dancing boring, performed by bored women.
At our hotel Candy and I climbed into a cab and she said to the driver as I pulled the door closed, "Take us to the best but nastiest gentlemen's club in the city."
As we rode Candy placed her arm under and around mine and I placed my hand on her hose encased thigh just above her knee.
We talked about this and that, mostly inane things as we rode through town. At one point Candy took my wrist with her other hand and pulled it under her skirt until my fingers touched her bare, wet pussy.
Looking at her I saw she wore an impish smile and her eyes twinkled in the passing streetlights.
She said in a kind of little girl voice but loud enough that the cab driver heard, "I forgot something."
Turning my head forward again I saw the driver watching us in the rear view mirror. In the reflection our eyes locked and with a smile I replied to Candy, "So I can tell."
We spent the rest of the cab ride with my fingers playing around inside Candy's pussy. She had her left leg over my right as she held my arm in place with her right hand, her head on my shoulder and her left hand feeling my cock through my clothing.
Ten minutes later we arrived at the club and standing by the cab driver's door I passed him his fare and tip. I held it with just my thumb, forefinger and middle finger, with the two longer fingers turned up so he could see them glistening with Candy's juices in the light of the portico.
Leaning his head closer to my outstretched hand to take the money I saw when the cabbie inhaled deeply, trying to catch a whiff of Candy's aroma from my fingers. Holding my hand out longer than necessary for him to take the money the cabbie looked up at me, smiled and said, "Thank you," before driving off.
We entered the foyer of the club to the sound of a booming bass beat and the loud music hit us in the face when we opened the inner door. We paused several seconds to allow our eyes to adjust to the dimly lit club then found a table.
The club had three spotlighted stages with women dancing on each in various stages of undress. The center stage was the main venue and had the largest dance floor, and was more like a peninsula extending from the backstage area. The other two stages, one at each far end of the club were smaller and round, about eight feet in diameter.
The dancers on the center stage came out dressed in gowns, burlesque style, and slowly stripped completely nude during three or four songs. The dancers on the two smaller stages came out in just g-strings and heels and danced for about three songs but were nude by the end of the first, some keeping their heels on into the second song.