Judy’s Secret

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Sam and Judy lived next to us. Sam was a carpenter by trade. Over a period of several years, my wife had built up a pretty good neighborly relationship with Sam and Judy. While Sam was in his middle forties, Judy was ten years his junior. They were good neighbors. Every now and then, we’d share tools and Judy and my wife Sandy seemed to get along well, trading recipes and sharing morning cups of coffee.Sandy and I had our ups and downs in our marriage. She was very conservative in her religious and political view points, while I was more the liberal. We had met on a blind date after the two of us had gone through horrible first marriages. The one thing we had in common was our sex life, which was great, but weaned over a period of time. We still managed to connect about once a month, but raising two kids and work really robbed us of quality time together. Neither one of us wanted to admit it, but we just didn’t really connect like we did when we first met.I confided in Sam that I thought we might be headed to divorce court if something in our marriage didn’t change. Sam was understanding, He said that he and Judy had also been going through some rough times.I was surprised at Sam’ revelation. Judy was quite attractive. There mere sight of her in jogging shorts and her skin-tight workout gear was enough to drive any guy crazy. For a split second, I thought about proposing a wife-swap, but quickly dismissed the idea. I knew Sam pretty good and I knew that as a deacon in his church, he would never go for it and I was also pretty sure, beşevler escort that Sandy would come unglued if I suggested as much to her.Then an amazing thing happened that just blew me away. Sandy and I hadn’t connected in a couple of months and I was feeling the need to be connected. I stopped off at Cheeks, a topless club on the southside, for a beer. I wasn’t really looking to hook up with anyone, but I needed to see some boobs and clear my head.I used to go to Cheeks when I was a single guy, but hadn’t been in the club in years. Stepping past the door girl into the dimly lit club with thumping music blaring from the speakers, my mind was flooded with memories of days gone by, of dark corners and lap dances. I had dated a few of the girls, but nothing serious ever became of the one-night stands. The sex was good, but nothing outstanding.I took up a seat off to the side of the main stage. A skinny young dark haired almost completely naked girl was working the brass pole. A waitress stepped over to where I say and offered to get me a drink. I ordered Coke. My drinking days were long gone, and besides, if I went home smelling of beer or liquor, I knew a fight with the wife would break out.The girl on the main stage never looked in my direction. She seemed more preoccupied with the brass pole than anything else. I looked around the club. There was one other patron sitting in a booth on the far side of the club and three dancers stationed at the bar, like crows, waiting cebeci escort to pounce in a moment’s notice. I figured it was just a matter of a few minutes that one or all three would make their way in my direction, looking for some accompaniment and an opportunity to make some money.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and looked to see who was approaching. I don’t know who was more shocked, Judy or me. As soon as she recognized me, she froze in place, unsure of what to do next.I raised my eye brows and smiled.Judy lowered her head and looked down at the floor. After a few seconds, she looked up, no doubt to see if I was still sitting there.She took a step in my direction. I moved the chair next to me, opening a spot for her to sit down.“Please don’t tell Sam,” she pleaded as she took up a seat next to me.“Don’t tell Sandy,” I replied.“We need the extra money,” Judy began to explain.I placed my hand on her bare knee.“It is quite understandable,” I reassured her.“I am so embarrassed,” Judy replied, placing her arms across her chest to hide her cleavage.I sat back and smiled.“What is there to be embarrassed about?” I asked. “You’ve got a great looking body and obviously, you know how to use it.”Judy say back, her hands folded into her lap, one leg crossed over another.“This is not something I really wanted to do,” Judy said.“I am not judging,” I replied, taking a sip from my cola. Judy brushed back a wayward lock of her long brown hair.“Sam would kill me,” Judy said.“And kolej escort Sandy would kill me as well,” I replied.“So, will you tip me on the main stage?” she asked.“Of course,” I replied.The DJ called out Judy’s club name to let her know she was up next. I sat back, bemused and a bit excited at the prospect of seeing my neighbor half-naked.Judy sauntered out on to the main stage, gyrating to the sound of the music. She sported a small white t-back and a bra-like top, that barely covered her luscious breasts. She grabbed the brass pole and wrapped her long legs around it. She leaned back, holding on to the pole, looking in my direction. She proffered a wink and smiled.I stepped up to the stage as Judy made her way over to where I stood. I fished for some dollar bills in my pocket as Judy squatted down in front of me, facing me. She rested her hands on her knees, teasingly parting her knees as she moved her hips back and forth the beat of the music. She reached behind her back and unfastened her top, holding it in place with her hand over her breasts. She pulled of the top and wrapped it around my neck as I stared straight ahead at her bare breasts. She covered her breasts with her hands as she stood up and spun around. Her t-back barely covered her vagina. She glanced back over her shoulder as she bent forward, her firm ass bumping me. I rested my hands on her heels. She spun back around and squatted down in front of me, slipping a finger into her t-back. I slipped two five-dollar bills into the opening. She fell forward onto her knees, her bare breasts right in front of me at eye level. Her nipples were strong and firm.“Stick around,” she said, “I give good lap dances.”“I don’t want to get divorced,” I replied.Judy rested her hand on my shoulder.“A lap dance won’t get you divorced,” she replied, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on my check.

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