Saved By Jane Eyre And A Nude Beach

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Experts say that divorce is one of the most stressful events a person can experience. It's up there with the death of a spouse, imprisonment, and severe financial challenges.

I can vouch for that. My husband, Sean, recently divorced me. It was a bolt of lightning from out of the blue. I thought we had a great life: we had jobs we liked, beautiful twin daughters, a nice house, and a satisfactory sex life.

We no longer went at it like newlyweds, but we had sex at least once a week. He always came; I often had an orgasm.

I was stunned to learn that he had been shtupping his twenty-four-year-old secretary for six months. He got her pregnant, or more likely, in my opinion, she let him knock her up to force him to choose between a young fit hottie and a post-menopausal middle-aged woman.

I'm forty-five. I admit my metabolism has slowed and my estrogen level has dropped. Because of that, I'm eighteen pounds heavier than I was on my wedding day. The extra weight isn't evenly distributed on my body; it's on my hips, butt, and belly.

When the brain between my ex's legs chose her over me, I was devastated. He blew up my world. I felt useless, unattractive, and old.

My friends and my daughters rallied around me. I'm grateful for their support. Still, it's a kick in the crotch and a severe blow to your self-esteem to be kicked to the curb.

I became depressed.

I tried many strategies to get out of my depression: alcohol, meditation, exercise, anti-depressants, and music.

I was cured by an unusual combination:Jane Eyre, the beach, and nudism. Here is my story.

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Sean walked into the family room and found Kate, his wife of twenty years reading. He asked, "Are the girls out?"

"Yes. They went to a concert. They will sleep at Olivia's."

He sat on the sofa beside her. He kissed her shoulder. Then, her cheek. When she turned to face him, he kissed her lips and touched her breasts.

When the kiss ended, he said, "I can think of something more exciting than reading?"

"Oh?" Kate responded coyly. She closed her book and the couple made out. Sean's hand slipped under her top. He squeezed her mounds.

They moaned and kissed.

He tried to get his hand under her bra. He was unsuccessful. Kate laughed at him, and said, "Are you losing your touch? When we were in the backseat of your mother's Buick you had no problem getting past my bra?"

"I don't remember them being this sturdy."

She laughed, and said, "They weren't. My young boobs didn't need much support. These heavier sagging breasts need help, so these days my bras are more substantial.

She gave Sean a quick peck on the cheek, and said, "We're too old to have sex on the couch. Why don't we go to our bedroom?"

He nodded.

They went to their room, undressed, and got into bed. They kissed. Sean had full access to Kate's boobs. He gently handled and kissed them.

"Oh," she moaned as he sucked on her big nipples.

She reached for his erection and stroked it. It wasn't long before she was sucking his dick.

"Ahh!" he exclaimed. He teased her, and said, "You Catholic girls sure know how to suck dick."

She pulled off. There was a playful twinkle in her eyes as she said, "We had to do something to satisfy our guy. Intercourse was off the table. We were supposed to be virgins on our wedding night. Some of my classmates gave their boyfriends their ass. I was too scared for that. I learned how to give world-class, toe curling BJ's."

"You certainly do," Sean said. He pushed her head down. She got the hint and gave him many minutes of oral sex.

He pulled away, and said, "That was great." He guided her to her back, spread her legs, and went down on her shaved pussy.

"Oh," she sighed.

He gave her oral for a quarter of the time she sucked his dick. Then, he slid up her body and thrust his steely penis inside her.

He gasped; she said, "I could use more..." He cut her off with a French kiss as his cock moved in and out of her.

Not long after they started, Sean cried out and came inside his wife. He moaned and gasped for air. She lay still underneath him. His dick shriveled and he rolled off her.

He said, "That was great. You were very tight tonight."

"The friction you felt wasn't because I'm snugger, it was because I was dry."

"Another damn menopause side effect," he said causally, taking no blame for the situation.

She wanted to say, "No. It was because you short changed me. You didn't give me enough foreplay."

Kate held her tongue to avoid a fight. She didn't bother to suggest they continue. She knew they were done. Sean would never go down on her when his cum was in her vagina. Waiting for him to get another erection was also a non-starter. He'd be snoring before that happened.

She went to the bathroom, peed, and pushed out his sperm.

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The next day, Sean was home when Kate arrived. He was waiting for her in the kitchen. Kate smiled. He didn't. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Kate, I want a divorce."

"What?" She was confused. Completed blindsided.

Sean went through his rehearsed speech about them growing apart and how he hadn't been happy for a long while. Chivalrously, he'd waited for the girls to turn eighteen.

BAM!

Kate slapped him hard across the face, and said, "You Bastard! Last night you fucked me. What was that? One for the road?"

He stared at her blankly while rubbing his sore red cheek.

"Who is she?" Kate demanded.

He was silent.

"You can't bear to be alone. I know you must have someone lined up. Is it your secretary?"

Her eyes bored into his. He flinched. She said, "You son of a bitch. It is her. This isn't going to be easy or cheap."

"My lawyer will be in touch," Sean said, and he left.

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The next six months were hell for Kate. She was devastated to learn that her husband no longer loved her. She became depressed. It didn't help that they fought over everything.

In the end, she got the house. There would be no alimony because she had a job. The kids were adults, so there was no child support. He did offer to pay half of their college expenses.

Kate's friends and the twins supported her through the ordeal. It was a difficult period for her. She felt old and unattractive. She blamed herself. She had gained weight. She had wrinkles on her face. She wondered if she wasn't interesting enough.

She said to her friend Ann, "Who will want me? I'm forty-five. My hair is thinning and going gray. My breasts sag, my butt's enormous, and I have a paunch."

Ann said, "You have a lot of life ahead of you. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're exaggerating your shortcomings.

"It'll be all right. The men our age are suffering from the same middle-age spread we are. Half of them are bald."

Ann laughed, and said, "We may need lube, but we can still have intercourse. Men have to worry about a working wiener."

"Thanks, you're a good friend," Kate said. "I know Sean is a bastard. Being divorced is a kick in the teeth and it makes me doubt myself."

They hugged.

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Kate drank to ease her pain. Her friends held an intervention and got her to try healthier ways to cope. They suggested drugs, meditating, yoga, and connecting with nature.

She ruled out anti-depressants. She knew too many women who were on them that complained about the side effects.

She found meditating boring.

Yoga was a disaster. Kate hurt her wrist doing some positions. The instructor said she put too much weight on her hands. She injured her knees doing the warrior pose. Her lower back hurt from all the bending.

After a class, she told Ann, "Yoga isn't for me. Every time I do it another body part hurts."

Ann made a face as if she was exasperated with her friend. Kate said, "I'm not going back to alcohol. I'll try your other suggestion. I won't maim myself by going for a walk in the park.

"I promise I'll give it a fair chance."

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For the next couple of days, Kate walked in her neighborhood and a local park. One night she was watching the local news and the weather person gave the forecast.

He said, "The weather this week-end will be gorgeous. Sunny and not too hot. It will be perfect beach weather."

"I like the beach," Kate said. Those words triggered a flashback to when she was in high school.

Eighteen-year-old Kate was a shy girl and a big reader. Her favorite author was Charlotte Bronte. She identified with Bronte's Jane Eyre because she too was not beautiful and hadn't had an easy childhood. She was envious of Jane's courage and tenacity.

She faced many obstacles and overcame them. She was assertive and confident. Those were traits that Kate wished she had.

Kate wasn't popular and rarely dated. She felt that she was ignored by the boys because she didn't have a gorgeous face and body.

"What would Jane Eyre do in my situation?" Kate asked herself. "She wouldn't mope, that's for sure. She'd study the situation and come up with a solution."

Kate talked to a girlfriend who was popular and asked for advice. She told her to go to parties and talk to boys.

"But I'm not as pretty as you. I don't have your body or your boobs!"

She said "I think you're being overly critical. The media perpetuates unrealistic beauty standards. Photos are air brushed. Television and movie stars have an army of people to make them look beautiful.

"Everyone has flaws. My boobs are not symmetrical. One is bigger than the other. No boy I've made out with cared.

"My cousin was miserable because she bought into the 'you have to be perfect to be pretty' propaganda. Her mother took her to a nude beach to prove to her that everyone's body is imperfect.

"That trip solved her body image issues. She saw others living happy confident lives with their imperfect bodies. She stopped hating her body. It was a game changer when she realized that everyone has issues and she was normal.

"Her new confidence allowed her to be more outgoing. She has a boyfriend. She's happy. Her life is good. She has the same body. What changed was her attitude."

Kate knew what she had to do. She'd do what Jane Eyre would do: face her fears and walk boldly onto a nude beach.

On the next Saturday, Kate went to a clothing-optional beach. She was nervous. All her senses were heightened as adrenalin surged through her veins.

Kate walked among the nudists. The first thing she noticed was there were people of all shapes and sizes. No one looked like the models in fashion magazines. That was reassuring.

She found a spot, spread out her beach blanket, and stripped. She was pleased by the lack of reactions. She said to herself, "No one is looking at me. No one cares that my breasts are small, my hips are large, and I don't have a beautiful face."

She stood tall and let the sun touch parts of her that it never had. It warmed her flesh. A breeze blew. It felt good on her skin.

She lay on her blanket, breathed in the salt air and relaxed. A feeling of serenity came over her. It felt glorious not to be self-conscious about things she had no control over.

She told herself, "I don't need to hide or feel ashamed because of my body. Everyone here has some defect. I'm normal!"

She felt liberated. She had a new confidence. And it was all because she had been brave like Jane Eyre.

Kate's life changed that day.

She went into the ocean and then, walked the beach. More than half the people she saw were fifty and older. They were flabby, saggy, wrinkled, and kind. They smiled or nodded as she passed.

She walked toward the volleyball courts where the college-age crowd congregated. She looked them over without being obvious.

Since she'd turned eighteen, she'd touched six cocks, sucked three, and had sex twice. All her sexual adventures had occurred in dark rooms or cars.

She'd never got a good look at a penis. She was curious. She saw thirty naked twenty-something-year-olds men playing volleyball, tossing frisbees, or just standing and talking.

With them were sixteen women. Ten of the females were naked. Six wore bikini bottoms. Some of the young women were prettier or had better bodies than Kate, but many didn't.

Kate saw three-inch, four, and five-inch long dicks. Most were flaccid. Some weren't. They were different shapes and thicknesses. Kate was glad she had on sunglasses, so she could observe without anyone knowing where she was looking.

A tall, dark, handsome man approached her, and said, "Hi, my name is Ken. Would you like a beer?"

"Sure," Kate answered. "I didn't think you could bring alcohol to the beach."

"Technically, you're not supposed to," he said. "As long as you don't flaunt it or get drunk the beach patrols won't hassle you. We put foam koozies over the cans to hide what's inside."

They went to the cooler. Other people were there. Introductions were made. People drank and talked. It was no different than being at a party or a backyard barbeque, except everyone could see Kate's breasts, nipples, butt, and vulva.

Someone asked Kate if she came here often. She replied, "As you can see from my tan lines, I don't regularly sunbathe naked or go to nude beaches. I love nature and hate soggy swimsuits, so I thought I'd give it a try."

That caused everyone to tell their story. There were a plethora of reasons for being here: to party with friends, the freedom, a love of nature and the sun. Some hated tight clothes. Others hated being told what to do. They all agreed being naked was the bomb.

Kate was invited to play volleyball. She impressed.

"I think we've been hustled," Geo said after his team, which didn't include Kate, lost. "Kate's a ringer."

"Yes. Good thing we're only playing for a beer," Ken said.

Kate confessed, "I played on my high school team."

The gang had a beer and then went for a swim. In the water, there was flirting, horseplay, kissing, and groping by both sides. Ken was with Kate. She didn't object when he brushed against her or leaned in for a kiss.

They made out in the water. His hands fondled her boobs. When his erection bumped into her, Kate grabbed it, squeezed and stroked it.

After they left the water, they hung out. When the party ended, he invited her to his place. She agreed. They gathered their stuff. She followed in her car.

They entered his apartment and she was introduced to his roommates. After a brief conversation, Ken took Kate into his bedroom. Kate's face was red. She said, "This is embarrassing. They know what we are going to do."

He embraced her, and said, "Does it matter if someone knows you're alone with me?"

"I'm not ashamed of being with you," Kate said. "It's what we are going to do."

He kissed her on the tip of her nose, and playfully asked, "What are we going to do?"

"The stuff we did in the ocean."

"I liked that."

"Me too," Kate said with a smile.

The pair got into bed and made out. Their clothes came off. Ken sucked on her titties and fingered her slit.

"Mmmm. Oh!" Kate moaned.

She let him have his way with her because he was gentle, respectful, and thrilled her.

"Wow," she said, "You're good at this. Let me repay you." She pushed him onto his back, grabbed his dick, put it in her mouth, and sucked.

"Ohh!" he moaned. He petted her hair and looked at her gratefully.

Kate wanted to prove that she may be in high school, but she was the equal of the college girls he'd been with. She was enthusiastic. She blew through his 'I'm close' warning' and made him cum in her mouth. She swallowed.

When he recovered, Ken saw her smiling smugly at him. He smiled, and said, "Thank you. That was good. Very good. Now, it's my turn."

He guided her to her back and got between her legs. He didn't hesitate. He ate her pussy. He didn't stop until she spasmed, screamed, and orgasmed.

It was his turn to look snug, and her turn to say, "That was very good."

They laughed and traded kisses. He touched, kissed, and sucked on her breasts. He was as happy as a kid in a candy store. In between moans of pleasure, Kate thought, "This confirms it. My boobs may be small, but he likes them."

Ken got off her. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He asked, "Do you want to..."

She interrupted him, and said, "Yes!"

He put the rubber on, licked her pussy to confirm that she was wet enough, and thrust slowly inside her. His eyes were focused on her eyes. He saw them close and heard her gasp, "Ohhh!"

When he was confident she was okay, he fucked her. She rolled her hips into his in response and sighed contentedly.

Ken guided her into different positions. He rolled her over, put his knees outside her thighs, and banged her as she lay flat on the bed. Then, he pulled her onto her hands and knees, and they did it doggie style.

He pulled out, tapped his dick against her tight round bottom, and said, "Do you want to pick the next position?"

"You're doing just fine," she replied.

Ken rolled her onto her back, knelt between her thighs, and put her ankles on his shoulders. He inserted his penis and pushed.

"Ohhhh!" Kate moaned. "I love how your dick touches me!"

"I thought you might like this position, and I get to see your face and breasts."

"You like my small boobs?"

"You have great boobs. I like everything about you."

They shared a smile. Then, Ken fucked her silly. Kate came with a loud moan. He groaned and shot his load. He lowered her legs, removed and tied off the condom. He got behind her, spooned her, and whispered, "That was great."

"It was great for me too," she murmured.

They fell asleep.

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After that day, going to the nude beach became a regular occurrence for Kate. She and Ken were an item for two months. They had great sex. They realized that they weren't in love and parted on good terms. They had great sex one last time.

Kate dated a dozens college guys and honed her dick sucking skills.

She met Sean, her future husband, the summer after her sophomore year at college. They worked at the same restaurant. She was a waitress. He worked in the kitchen. They talked during their breaks. They clicked, dated, and eventually, they got married.

Sean was a redhead of Irish descent. Being in the sun at the beach wasn't something he could do. Kate's trips to the nude beach, any beach, ended.

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Kate smiled as she remembered going to a nude beach. She said to herself, "Jane Eyre encountered numerous obstacles and refused to give up. I'm not going to let Sean leaving me destroy me.

"I will be a happy person. The last time I was in a bad way, I went to a nude beach and my life improved dramatically. I bet it will cure me again."

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The next Saturday, Kate put on a blue one-piece bathing suit, flip-flops, and a large hat. She filled her beach bag with essentials, like water, sunglasses, sunscreen, etc. She grabbed her beach towel, and drove to the beach.

"Wow. The parking lot is nearly full," Kate said. She found a spot and followed a worn path to the beach while being serenaded by screeching sea gulls. When she saw the ocean, she stopped and took in the panoramic view.

She smiled, and said, "I'd forgotten how lovely the beach is."

As the weather person had predicted, it was a beautiful day. Lots of people decided that it was a great day to go to the beach. She walked among the crowd, and their colorful beach towels, Styrofoam coolers, folding lawn chairs, and umbrellas.

She walked on. She saw a sign that read,Attention: Beyond this point you may encounter nude bathers.

She said to herself, "Do I dare? I did when I was eighteen-year-old, but back then, I was slim. Now, I'm a chubby middle-aged woman."

Kate stood at the path that led to the clothing-optional beach. She hesitated, thinking, "I'm too old, too fat. I've passed my use-by date."

A female voice behind her said, "You should go. At least have a look. It's a lovely beach. It's less crowded and much quieter than the family beach."