Judith walked into the living room holding an iced tea. She almost dropped it when she saw her husband, Fred, masturbating to internet porn. She knew he did it, knew he did it a lot, but never before had he just stroked in front of her. It was mean.
"Fred, I know you love porn, but how about taking care of me instead of just you?" she asked.
"Hmmmmm," Fred grunted, focused on the screen.
"We haven't had sex in a few months now, but you jerk off to this all the time. I can be reasonable, I'm not yelling. Look, you're really hard. Want to have sex?"
Fred tore his gaze away from the computer.
"Not really, but thanks," he said. Judy almost lost it and fought to hold her emotions in check.
"Well," Judith countered, "I would love any kind of sex right now. How about I suck your dick while you look at porn?"
"Well, I'm about to finish here in a few. If you want sex, I'll be off in a few moments. Use the computer."
Judith walked to the kitchen upset, confused, and hurt. She had never said no to her husband and he continually moved further and further away from her, emotionally as well as physically. They didn't connect any more. They slept in the same bed, but never touched or snuggled. It was like living with a roommate, not a spouse. She hated it. She heard Fred cry out, orgasming. She held her breathe and silently screamed at herself. The shower kicked on.
Deciding to take Fred up on his idea, Judith walked to the computer. She wanted to blame the internet for all her problems but it would be something else if they didn't have the service. Hookers, adult bookstores, whatever. This at least kept STDs from coming in their house. She didn't really have to worry about getting an STD from her husband, she sadly realized.
He left the webpage open. Judith looked. A young girl was frozen in time, in the middle of sucking the dick of an old man. She had to be 20, he was 70s. Judith looked through the history, and found more of the same. Grandpas and girls, old and young. Was that the problem? Judith was 56 now. She wasn't the way she looked when she was younger but she was still in decent shape. She was doing okay, a stretch mark here, saggy boobs there, time hard started to take its toll. Fred looked worse, developing a large gut and getting out of shape since their two sons had moved on. He used to be active. Now? Beer and couch and porn and tv. Funny that he didn't want her anymore.
Judith felt like sitting down and crying at her shitty little life. She was a successful account manager at work and had many friends. They all talked about their husbands and how good their marriages were. She couldn't be the one to bitch and moan.
Anger. Fred wasn't a good man any more. He was selfish, didn't care about anyone else, and ignored her. Judith didn't expect to be in 100% of his thoughts and get 100% of his attention, but 10% would be nice. He often took his dinner from the table and ate on the patio, away from her.
She clicked on a link and found a website that listed what seemed like infinite porn topics. Genres? She didn't know the word. Here was exhibitionism, here was scat, here was Indian porn. Clowns? Whatever that was, she didn't click. She did, though, find something interesting.
Grandma + Grandson
She wasn't a granny yet, but if Fred wanted young girls, she would watch young guys. She quickly figured out the buttons to click and how to navigate the site. A movie popped up. An older woman, surely not a granny, was bent over a couch, sucking a dick of a very young, athletic man, while another fucked her from behind. Judith watched, loving every second. She watched a few more, then more. Fred went from the shower to the bedroom. She knew he wouldn't miss her. An hour later, she finished watching. She was turned on, exhilarated. She didn't masturbate, but she was aroused watching the videos. She went to bed enjoying the horniness she hadn't felt in a long time.
Saturday. Judith had been planning her celebration of personal freedom the past few days. She decided to go down to Miller's Pond and watch the young guys. Miller's Pond was almost big enough to be called a lake but the town wanted a homey feel for expensive houses built on the north shore. The park itself was a stretch of sand that circled the southern half. It was right by Kings' College, a school dominant in the local small-university athletic programs. The men's teams were particularly good. Judith hoped for girls to flock to the beach so boys would follow. She wanted to watch the boys, shirtless, stripped down to swim trunks, and think of fucking them all. Maybe while her husband, fat, balding, pale, and flaccid, watched. She felt a tickle between her legs and parked the car.
It was fairly busy right by the parking lot. Mostly families who didn't want to lug their stuff further down the sand sat within yards of the walkway. Judith walked away from the families and moved over 100 yards down the stretch. Here the beach was backed by trees and heavily-wooded park area. It was a nature reserve and had a few meandering paths running through it.
Ahah! Boys!
She put down her towel, pulled off her shirt and shorts, and laid out in her black one-piece. Closest to her were a group of four guys, college kids, 19 or 20. They were tanned, muscled, and laughing and joking. They were making some noise, trying to get attention of a group of girls further away. Up and down the rest of the beach were singles and couples, all young, probably from the school.
Judith unabashedly watched them. She admired their abs, their bodies and how confident they were. She bet their girlfriends got fucked hard and deep. Too bad they were focused on the young girls.
Judith had been horny forever. The guys were nearby and she was feeling desperate. She wanted to get their attention. Deep down, she wanted to fuck. She was determined to get them lusting after her, wanting her, not the young girls.
Barely believing herself, Judith pulled the straps of her one-piece off her shoulders and down her arms. She had a larger body and was aware people stared at her tits sometimes when she wore cleavage shirts. She pulled the top of the suit to her armpits and laid face down. Letting the warm sun wash over her, Judith felt her heart pick up speed. She couldn't compete with the girls in a bathing suit, so she'd have to be more daring. She had no idea of the laws about nudity but she knew there weren't nude beaches anywhere nearby.
She pulled the top of her bathing suit down. Her chest squashed into the towel and she picked herself up to pull it over her big tits. She yanked it down to her waist.
"Thank God the suit wasn't wet," she thought to herself, trying to ignore the fact that she was topless, though facedown, on the beach. Her arms were pinned to her sides, covering her sideboob.
It didn't take long. A few sidelong glances and some whispers and the boys were up and playing catch with a football. Judith liked the fact that they were throwing towards her and away from the college girls in their bikinis. They slowly worked the ball closer and closer. Judith would have laughed at how obvious they were being if she weren't so turned on by them being nearby, sweating, and running around.
The blonde one, who seemed like the leader of the group, made a running catch within 15 feet of her. Judith caught his eye and smiled.
"Nice catch," she said, "In football, those are called soft hands, right?"
He grinned back at her, self-assured. "Yeah, if you can lay a finger on the ball, you should catch it every time."
He tossed the ball away and retreated. A few throws later, he was back, catching it again.
"You won't let that hit me, right?" Judith asked, "You'll protect me?"
"Sure," the guy said, "I'm always down for helping a damsel in distress."
"I don't know that I'm much a damsel," she countered.
"You're doing okay, don't worry about it," the guy replied with a wink. Off he went.
A few throws later, the ball was dropped. It rolled to within a foot of Judith's left arm. She looked up to see the blonde jogging towards her.
"I thought you caught everything," she teased.
"It was over my head, you didn't see? I thought you were intently watching us play," he replied, grin playing on his mouth. He came to a halt five feet away from her, not moving to get the ball.
"I was, but I wasn't really paying attention to the football all that much," she said, feeling light-headed. When was the last time she ever flirted? She couldn't remember. It felt forced but the guy was playing along. And then he upped the ante.
"So, uh," he said, "Little help?" He looked at her, then at the ball.
"Oh, is it too hard to get?" she asked.
"No, I didn't want to invade your personal space is all. It's a respect thing," he calmly responded.
Judith's heart started to hammer away as she considered reaching for the ball. The image of Fred a few days before appeared in her brain and she made her decision.
"Nice of you. Here, let me help," she said. She rolled over on her side and stretched her arm out. She was immediately aware of the sensation of breeze and sunlight on her tit. She felt her nipples pucker and harden at the exposure. She felt self-conscious that her big tit was hanging and flopping around but the guy was grinning from ear to ear when she reached up to hand him the ball. He looked her in the eyes, his gaze shot down to her chest for a millisecond, and he made eye contact again.
"Wow," he said, "Thanks." Some hoots and holler sounded from the other guys. No one else on the beach seemed to notice. The blonde held Judith's eyes a few more seconds, then laughed.
"I was just looking for you to say it was okay to come get it," he grinned, "But I appreciated your effort."
"Hey, happy birthday," Judith said calmly. He tossed the ball away and she couldn't believe she acted so nonchalant. Jesus Christ! She just flashed a guy and his friends! She loved it. No one looked at her like that in a while. Warmth spread from her pussy and the horniness she was already feeling increased. Feeling giddy, she eased her bathing suit further down her body, so it was halfway over her hips. Part of her ass, which she never liked, was exposed and she felt some wind on the top of her crack. She pondered taking a swim and shook her head.
The boys finished their game. A few minutes later, she saw a bocce ball hurled in the air. Laughing, drinking canned beer, the guys started on their game. A few rounds and Judith realized the cherry was being tossed in her direction.
*Pffft*
It landed thirty feet away, downhill from her. The guys took their tosses, laughing and hooting, and headed over. They walked right by her, glancing down, smiling at her. All four were handsome, in excellent shape, and paid attention to her body. They had long forgotten about the bikini girls.
"Time out!" the one Asian guy called, "My arm's sore."
"That's 'cause you're a bitch, Christopher", said a tall, super-tanned guy.
