Judy Baker was stretched out lazily on the couch with her head in her husband's lap. Her husband, Tom, was watching television. Judy was watching Tom's cock. She found it a lot more interesting than TV, especially when the program was an interminable football game in which neither side scored. Along about the beginning of the second quarter, Judy had unzipped Tom's fly and turned her attention to something far more thrilling than football.
Tom had only grunted when she opened his pants and gently drew out the sleepy white worm of his prick. His attention was riveted to the screen. Judy hoped to be able to change that. She laid his limp warm meat tenderly on her upturned palm and began to pet it, her warm smooth fingers running eagerly back, and forth, back and forth, over the silky soft flesh of his dick. Her breath was hot and moist on his naked skin.
"Honey, will you get me a beer?" Tom said.
Judy stared up at him. He was perfectly serious. He'd rather have a Goddamned beer than have his cock played with. She shook her head wonderingly as she went to the kitchen and opened a beer for him. They'd only been married two years. Apparently the excitement had already worn off for Tom. But Judy was as turned on by him as ever.
"Here you go, lover," she said as she handed him a cold bottle of beer. She gave him her sexiest expression, but Tom just grunted his thanks, grabbed the beer, and stared at the screen. With a sigh Judy lay down again and rested her head in his lap, eyeing his pale cock with secret longing. It was just as limp as she'd left it.
Well, she wasn't beaten yet. She curled her soft warm fingers around his flaccid meat and started to pump it gently. By God, she'd get him hard and horny if it was the last thing she ever did. She intended to get him so hot, he'd forget his stupid football game, throw her onto the rug, and fuck her like crazy. At least she hoped that would happen. She sure as hell could use it.
Fisting Tony's drowsy prick, Judy felt the fierce heat of her hungry pussy, the fat swelling of her cunt lips, and a steady trickle of juice from her aching twat. She wondered why Tom didn't ball her much any more. When they were first married, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They'd fuck before Tom left for work, when he got home, and again when they went to bed. Now she was lucky if she got laid once a week. Something was seriously wrong with their marriage!
"Jesus Christ, will you look at that guy go!" Tom yelled excitedly.
Judy turned her head and squinted at the TV screen. Some guy was racing for a touchdown, but he got tackled on the ten-yard line. She turned away with a yawn. She failed to see what was so thrilling about a bunch of overweight jocks running into each other and hurling a ball around. She and Tom could have been having a lot more fun in the bedroom, if only he'd realize it.
"Shit," Tom muttered, "I thought he was going to score."
Judy wished Tom would try to score with her. But he only took a long pull at his beer and remained glued to the boob tube. She pumped his silky warm cock a little faster. No go. Damnit, what did it take to arouse this guy, a brass band? Maybe so. When the half time activities came on, Tom started tapping his foot to the music.
It made his cock waggle when he moved like that, and the limp flesh slipped from Judy's busily pumping fist. It was bad enough being a Football Widow, but now, judging from the squawk coming from the TV, she was playing second fiddle to a deodorant commercial. Enough was enough. She intended to confront this problem head, on.
"Tom," she said, looking up from his lap, "what's wrong with us? How come you don't want to make love to me any more?"
"Huh?" Tom said, glancing absently down at her.
"Hey," Judy said, more loudly, "it's me, Judy, your wife. Remember me? I'm asking you why we don't ball so much any more."
Tom blushed. She should have remembered that he didn't like her to use coarse language. For a guy who'd tried so hard to get into her pants before they were married, he'd certainly turned prim and proper. He didn't like her to wear sexy clothes, either, didn't like her to make too much noise when they balled, didn't want to try anything new and different in bed.
"Why, we make love as much as ever, don't we, honey?" he said. Then he returned his eyes to the screen, where the marching band was spreading out in the shape of an eagle.
Judy gave a loud sigh. Tom wasn't even aware that their marriage was getting dull. But she was. She seemed to be perpetually horny lately. Her poor starved pussy was always aching and swollen with need. Their love-making sessions didn't happen often enough and didn't last long enough. In plain language, Judy just wasn't getting enough.
But it was no use trying to talk to Tom about it during a football game. She'd just have to try something else. She rolled off the couch and started for the bedroom. As she'd expected, Tom didn't even notice her leave. Well, he sure as hell was going to notice it when she came back.
Judy went into their bedroom and quickly stripped naked. She started briskly brushing her thick glossy brown hair, which she wore in a big puff like an Afro. She glanced at herself in the dresser mirror. She saw a moderately tall slim girl with deliciously curved waist and hips and flawless creamy-pink skin. She admired her grapefruit-size tits, perfect snowy mounds of silky flesh capped with little pointed beige nipples. She saw the dainty brown triangle of curls over her mons. It all looked good enough to her – but Tom no longer got excited about it.
She was only twenty-three, and she hoped to be married to Tom for the rest of her life. It wasn't going to be much fun unless she could get him interested in sex again. She whirled around and observed her backside in the mirror, her pert round ass, perfectly firm and enticing. Shit, there was nothing wrong with her. As a matter of fact, she looked damned good.
Judy dabbed on a little perfume and strode out to the living room again. She walked slowly in front of Tom, swaying her hips, twitching her saucy little butt, making her lovely ripe tits jiggle invitingly. She gave him a blatantly sexy grin. He had to get the message. He just had to know that his pretty young wife was aching for his cock.
Judy flushed all over in humiliation and anger as she moved out of the way. The football game was starting again. No wonder Tom didn't notice her. He'd far rather watch his stupid game than get his rocks off. Still not defeated, Judy slid onto the couch and once more laid her head in his lap. He hadn't bothered to zip his fly, he'd been so intent on the TV. His pitiful limp dick still lay exposed, pale and laced with delicate blue veins.
Judy had once loved that, cock more than anything. The first year of their marriage, she'd thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Certainly it had given her more pleasure than anything else in her young life. She'd lived for the moments when Tom skinned out of his pants, and out popped his stiff swollen cock. She'd get so excited, pussy juice would flood down her thighs. And then the fantastic moment when he stuck that swollen meat into her. Judy sighed with longing, even now, as she thought about it. She wanted to make those wonderful days come back again.
So she seized Tom's soft little cock and popped it right into her mouth.
"Hey!" Tom yelped.
At least she'd gotten his attention. She glanced up at him. Tom was an outrageously handsome man in a clean-cut all-America way. His features were perfectly even, his brown hair cut short and neat. Ordinarily he looked like an ad for men's clothing. Now he looked like he'd just been goosed. His blue eyes were wide, and he was gawking at her.
With a wicked chuckle Judy sucked his cock deeper into her wet hot mouth, all the way down to his soft-furred rosy balls. She felt her pussy blazing with excitement. She'd never taken his prick in her mouth before, but she'd secretly longed to suck his handsome cock. It was just as much fun as she'd dreamed. She gave a horny gurgle as she began to suck on his silky soft meat.
"Hey," Tom said, softer this time.
He was still staring at her like he couldn't believe his eyes, and when she started to suck on his cock, he very slowly blushed beet red all over. Judy's big brown eyes rolled a little with dizzy excitement, and her thick brown lashes fluttered. My God, she should have tried cock-sucking a long time ago. It really was a turn-on, and at last Tom was paying some attention to her.
She loved the soft warm weight of his cock on her tongue. She loved sucking it. Her excitement mounted by the second, and soon she was sucking his silky prick very fast and greedily, and she was making a lewd wet slurping noise. Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, bathing his prick in fiery liquid. She stretched his limp dick out and let it snap back. She felt she could have gone on sucking him all night.
"Judy," Tom said sternly, "stop that. It's not right."
She stared at him, his spit-soaked cock halfway out of her pink-glossed lips. Tom pulled it the rest of the way out of her mouth, and it slapped wetly onto his thigh. He frowned at her as if scolding a naughty child. Judy couldn't believe it. She knew her husband was a little modest and uptight, but she couldn't believe any normal man would pass up the chance for a blow job.
"But, Tom," she said, "didn't you enjoy that? I was just doing it to please you."
"You don't have to act like a pervert to please me, Judy," he said coldly. "I like things the way they are. Now will you please get me another beer, and then let me watch this game in peace?"
Judy couldn't even speak, she was so pissed off. She stamped into the kitchen, her round full tits wobbling crazily, and seized a bottle of beer. She practically threw the icy bottle at Tom, and then she ran down the hall into the bedroom and slammed the door. She threw herself on the bed and started to weep with anger and frustration.
"My God," she wept, "what do I have to do to get laid around here?"
Judy was no whore. She was just an ordinary young woman with an ordinary need for sex – and her needs weren't being met. If Tom would just ball her twice a week, and do it with a little imagination would be great, she wouldn't ask for more. But she wasn't even getting that much. Something had to be done, or their marriage wasn't going to last. She wanted it to last. She loved Tom with all her heart.
Well, if she couldn't get him interested in sex, there was just one alternative. She wasn't going to be unfaithful to him. She'd just have to learn to satisfy herself. Judy blushed at the very thought of masturbating. She'd never tried it before. But in her present state of hot aching lust, she was ready to try anything.
She rolled over onto her back and spread her slim shapely legs. She grabbed a hand mirror from the dresser and stuck it down to reflect her crotch. Again she blushed. She'd never inspected herself down there before. It seemed silly that women were built so they couldn't even see their own pussies. She gawked open-mouthed at the strange reflection.
She saw her pretty brown muff diminishing into a fine circle of curls that surrounded ripe red glowing flesh. The fat scarlet lips of her cunt neatly guarded the tiny dark hole itself, and there was a little trickle of twat cream coming out, running down over the light brown wrinkle of her asshole. She parted the furry lips of her mons and saw the pea-size red lump of her clitoris. Blushing, she whisked the mirror away.
Now that she knew where everything was, she must learn to stimulate it all and bring herself off. That was the only choice Tom had left her. Blushing, feeling incredibly wicked, Judy put one trembling hand down into her crotch. The flesh seemed searing hot to her, tautly swollen and very wet. Now she knew what a hotly horny pussy felt like.
She stuck out one finger and moved it gently and slowly up and down her moist seething pussy. It felt very nice. She grew a little bolder and moved her finger faster and with more pressure. Her pleasure increased. Really interested now, she zeroed in on the plump red lips of her twat, massaging them forcefully with her fingertip. Sharp pleasure shook her body.
"Ummmmm," Judy murmured.
She fingered herself all over, exploring to find the spots she liked best. She discovered that her tiny red lump of a clit was by far the most sensitive organ of her whole body. Just the most delicate touch of her fingertip on the hot little bump sent powerful waves of pleasure through her pelvis. So she started concentrating on her clit.
"Ohhhh, my God," she gasped, "Nice!"
She pressed her fingertip more firmly against the hot pulsing button and began to rim it swiftly. Hot cream poured from her excited cunt, and she involuntarily arched her body upward to thrust her eager clit against her circling fingertip. It felt terrific. My God, if only Tom would play with her like this. But he never had. No doubt he found it perverse.
"Ummmm," Judy moaned, "Ummmmmmm."
She knew she must be making a spectacle of herself, lying stark naked on the bed, legs spread, eyes screwed shut, mouth twisted in a horny grin, as she fingered her own pussy, but she no longer cared. The exquisite pleasure of playing with her clit made her forget all modesty. Anyhow, there was no one to see her, not with her beloved husband plugged into the idiot box. She might as well just lie there and frig herself silly. She didn't have anything else.
"Oh, my gosh," Judy gasped.
She'd only been playing with herself for about a minute, and already she felt on the verge of coming. It was incredible how that funny little bump of flesh could give her so much pleasure. She decided to experiment again. She gently fingered her moist erect clit, and at the same time she started poking another finger stiffly in and out of her cream-filled cunt, just like a dwarf cock.
"Ooooooo," she moaned.
That felt even better. Her clit continued to respond to her stroking, firing off salvos of sweet sensation with each touch, and her cunt reacted eagerly to the stiff cock-like jerking of her finger. Her cunt was red-hot and slippery inside. She could imagine how great that would feel around a man as achingly stiff cock. Why didn't it appeal to Tom?
Well, to hell with Tom. If he wanted to get his kicks from watching football, she was certainly entitled to get hers from beating off. She moaned with excitement and forgot everything else but the mounting arousal in her pussy. She knew she was very very close to coming – and she sure as hell needed it!
Just as she felt herself hovering on the delicious edge of orgasm, Judy heard her husband shout: "SONOFABITCH!"
Then she heard him striding angrily down the hall toward the bedroom. Blushing scarlet, she whipped her cream-soaked fingers out of her crotch and hastily wiped them on a corner of the bedspread. She didn't have time to get under the covers or pretend to be asleep. Tom burst into the room and found her lying naked on the bedspread, her tits swollen up taut with arousal, her pussy soaked.