


What Men Want

by Cleevedreams



Category: Mature
Published: 2017-04-02
Updated: 2017-04-02
Packaged: 2017-04-17 02:53:55
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/what-men-want-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3547408&page=submissions
Summary: Low self esteem eats away at you....
Erotica Tags: Group Sex, Mature
Average Rating: 3.51






        What Men Want


Revenge was on her mind. She was angry, she was hurt, she was humiliated.  
  
The saddest thing of all, was that deep down, she felt that she deserved it
all.  
  
Why should any man love her? or care for her? or think she was anything
special? She felt fat, out of shape, unattractive, useless, unimportant...the
list went on. Her self- esteem had well and truly died, was buried and resting
in peace!  
  
She sat in the coffee shop, the untouched, regular Americano coffee getting
colder by the minute. She stared just above the cup, only looking into her
minds eye.  
  
It would have appeared a strange sight if you had observed her. One could see
the physical effects of her emotions, as they happened. Initially, she sat
bolt upright, as her plots of revenge brainstormed.  
  
She would be bold, she knew exactly how to get back at him. How and where to
hurt him.  
  
She would ring personnel, and let them know what a scumbag he was. He would
lose his job. He was three years off retirement. She would lose out too.
They'd lose his pension, possibly their home.  
  
She really couldn't hurt him anyway. She still loved him. Despite his cruelty.  
  
Then, one could notice how her thoughts changed, as the burden of the anger
slumped her shoulders, and the determined look on her face made her scowl.  
  
As hurt and humiliation took over, her forearms were her support on the table,
her lower spine curved, her head lowered, the tears rolled down her face. Why
would he want to be so mean and cruel to her? How could he? She'd been a model
wife to him.  
  
"I'd offer to get you another, but it seems you need something better," a kind
voice said.  
  
She looked up to see a neighbour that she only knew as 'John from around the
corner.'  
  
She couldn't remember his wife's name, but she knew one of his daughters was
called Molly, (or Milly).  
  
However, her tear stained face tried to return his warm smile.  
  
"I'm fine thanks, I haven't drunk this one," she uttered.  
  
"It's cold," he said, his hand gripped around the cup. "Besides, you look as
if you need cheering up."  
  
"Honest I'm fine." she said.  
  
He took a step backwards, and raised both his hands as if to say ok! I'm
backing off. Then he pulled up the chair and sat opposite her.  
  
"Linda... isn't it?"  
  
Although they were neighbours, they had only a nodding acquaintance, and over
the past five Christmases, since he and his family had moved in, they'd
exchanged neighbourly Christmas cards. Other than that, they knew nothing of
each other apart from titbits they'd picked up from other neighbours.  
  
He seemed pleasant enough, but she wasn't prepared to drop her guard to a
stranger.  
  
The waitress came over, and he ordered two more coffees, despite Linda's
protestations. This time she drank the coffee, sipping slowly, to avoid
talking.  
  
" Why the tears?" he asked.  
  
"Everyone cries from time to time," she replied.  
  
"Whenever I see you passing by, you always look so bubbly, and chirpy. This
isn't like you."  
  
He was persistent.  
  
" How do you know what is and isn't like me?" She retorted indignantly.  
  
"Hey...I come in peace!"  
  
They both smiled and for a split second, she mellowed.  
  
"I'm no expert," he said, "but this looks like a serious case of a domestic."  
  
He gave a cheeky little wink and added, " what you guys need is a night out to
clear the air. Debz and I are going out tonight come along with us, it's short
notice I know, but the best fun is had without planning."  
  
"We've got a cab booked for 7. Be round at ours for just before then."  
  
"It's not that easy," she said.  
  
"It can be as easy, or as complicated as you want it to be. We're going
anyway. It would be good to see you and...?"  
  
By his hand gesture and expression she realised he didn't know her husband's
name.  
  
" Bob," she completed his sentence.  
  
"Bob," he repeated. "We'll probably see you later then. I've got to dash now."  
  
With that he departed. "Probably, it depends...." But he had gone through the
door.  
  
"Thanks for the coffee," she said, even though she knew he wouldn't have heard
it.  
  
What should she do now, stay here, wander around the shops, go home? She
didn't know which of her emotions to switch to now after the interruption.  
  
Back to anger, hurt or humiliation?  
  
She switched to 'what-the-hell'.  
  
She wandered into a dress shop, just in case she did go out with the
neighbours, what should she wear? She had no idea where they were going.
Should she dress smart? casual? jeans? skirt? dress.?  
  
Typical man, "we're going...get ready!"  
  
Men don't think like women, about the practicalities.  
  
She looked at several outfits, she didn't bother trying any of them on,
because her spirit wasn't really into it. She didn't see anything that would
suit her anyway. She was having a fat day anyway, and felt that the only thing
that she would fit into, comfortably, was the changing room!  
  
She walked aimlessly around the shopping centre. She was feeling wounded to
say the least. Her suspicions had been confirmed early this morning by a
confession from Bob. He had been having an affair. Several to be exact.  
  
There was no one special person, just a series of 'companions and sexual
partners,' as he'd put it.  
  
He claimed she had let herself go over the years, he no longer found her
exciting, or attractive. They were 'just existing' together. They had no life.
This justified his need for fulfilment elsewhere. He was feeling stifled, and
unfulfilled.  
  
Unlike most wives who discovered their husbands have been cheating on them,
she didn't even have a mistress to get back at. No one person. It transpired
there had been many internet lovers, some he had met, others he just had cyber
sex with. A few women he'd met though work.  
  
Oh hell!!!! Her life was a mess! She felt the anger rising in her again, it
was turning to revenge, she WOULD ring the bank and tell personnel what type
of a scum-bag they had in their employ.  
  
She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder.  
  
"Are you still here?" he jibed, "at least you've stopped boo-hooing!"  
  
He wasn't being mean, there was a humorous warmth about him. She almost found
it endearing.  
  
"Oh," she said, "I've been looking at some dresses but nothing suits me".  
  
"Too right" he said, "Nothing would suit you". Her heart sank. She didn't need
any more insults, not after last night.  
  
Bob and his friend (whisky) had hurled it all at her last night, through into
the early hours of the morning.  
  
As the memory of the harsh cruel words, and the recollection of the smell of
whisky on his breath overpowered her, her head spun.  
  
John had put his face close up to hers, just the way Bob had.  
  
" I think you'd look fantastic in nothing" John whispered. Then off he went.  
  
She gasped, as she tried to catch her breath. Did he really say that?  
  
She was confused. She was only used to hearing put downs and insults. This
sounded almost like a compliment! Wow! this had thrown her. She didn't even
get to ask him whether, or not, it was casual dress?  
  
She headed off home.  
  
Bob should leave the office at 5, he may come home, he may not.  
  
Last night she discovered that the late night meetings were not work meetings
as she'd been led to believe over the past 10 years, they were his 'escape
from her.'  
  
Still, dutifully, she prepared yet another meal for him which may, or may not
get eaten. She had never stopped being a caring wife. As far as she knew she
thought she was doing all that she could for her marriage.  
  
Apparently, there was something missing. She knew not what. What do men want?
What else did he want?  
  
Linda was surprised to hear the key turn in the lock at 5.30, it was Bob. It
was Bob with a bouquet of flowers. It was Bob with a LARGE bouquet of flowers.
He looked at her. Her face reddened. "Sorry," was all he uttered. The bouquet
was larger than usual. But then the row last night was larger than usual. He
had never got as far as admitting that there were other women involved.  
  
"Sorry," was all he ever said, time and time again, after his drunken bouts of
insults.  
  
He had claimed he only drank to kill the pain &amp; agony of living with her.
She had no idea what to do or what to say. Part of her wanted to take the
flowers and thrash him with them.  
  
Part of her wanted to die. Instead, she said " Your supper's ready. By the
way, we've been invited out by the neighbours this evening. Only if you're up
to it."  
  
"Yes," he smiled, "that would be nice."  
  
She thought what he really means is 'Thank god for that, we'll have company
and conversation, and I wont have to tolerate you!'  
  
"We've got to be over at number 55 by 5 to 7. I'm not sure what to wear
though; if it's casual or not."  
  
Then John's words echoed in her head, "I think you'd look fantastic in
nothing."  
  
Her heart skipped a beat. Bob rarely took her out anywhere, he had said last
night he was ashamed to be seen with 'Mrs Blobby.'  
  
Would he make an excuse not to go out with her tonight? If he really was
sorry, then he'd do this one thing for her. John's voice was like a magnet
drawing her to take up this invitation.  
  
"Would you mind if we went Bob?" she asked.  
  
"Whatever," he replied. He seemed a little sheepish.  
  
Perhaps he was still embarrassed by his behaviour last night.  
  
"Thank you," she said.  
  
He tucked into his lovingly prepared supper.  
  
Bob and Linda, walked down the road together at 6.50pm exactly, hand in hand.
To the outside world they seemed to be the perfect couple. They arrived at
Number 55 spot on 6.55. Linda rang the door bell.  
  
"Hiya Linda," Debbie chirped, as if they were close friends, throwing her arms
around her, and kissing her on the cheek.  
  
This, made Linda feel uncomfortable, for an extremely conservative 59 year old
woman, her space was being invaded.  
  
"Bobby...! Mwahh mwahh!" arms were thrown around his neck, kissing him on each
cheek in a very familiar manner. Bob held her tightly round her tiny trim
waist, reciprocating her kisses.  
  
Bobby??? That's a very familiar way of addressing someone you've just formally
met, thought Linda. Another uncomfortable feeling for Linda.  
  
Debbie stepped aside indicating them to come in, as she inserted one of her
earrings.  
  
"The cab will be here in a bit."  
  
She shouted upstairs. John ...we have guests!...He's just with the baby
sitte," she said smiling, as the three entered the living room.  
  
Another uncomfortable feeling for Linda, Bob had led the way. She was just
beginning to suspect that he'd been there before, when John came in
accompanied by a pretty young girl.  
  
"This is Saskia, our baby sitter, she's a gem,"  
  
With that he kissed her...on the lips. A long lingering kiss to which Saskia
responded...this girl couldn't have been more than 17!  
  
Clearly this was not the first time this had occurred! What's more, there was
no reaction from Debbie. ANOTHER uncomfortable feeling for Linda.  
  
'Beep-be-be-beep,' the taxi horn sounded.  
  
"Debbie, where are we going? Is what I'm wearing ok?"  
  
"Honey, you're gorgeous...we're going over to Yvonne's," Debz replied to
Linda, touching her gently on the cheek, this time the feeling Linda had was
strange, but not uncomfortable. She still felt uneasy that this stranger was
touching her though.  
  
Linda was beginning to feel a little guilty as to having dragged Bob out into
the unknown, after he'd been at work all day. The uncomfortable feeling
quickly returned as Linda noticed Bob's hand on Debbie's pert little arse, as
they clambered into the Black Cab.  
  
No protestation from her, no objections from John. The action was hardly
discreet.  
  
The cab started and pulled away.  
  
Linda said, "I really feel we should have bought a bottle of wine or
something."  
  
"Relax honey," Debbie said, "I went over to Yvonne's earlier to help her set
up, and I brought enough food."  
  
"Is it a birthday party or a celebration?" Linda asked.  
  
" No," said Bob.  
  
HOW THE HELL WOULD HE KNOW???? The most uncomfortable feeling for Linda yet!  
  
The cab stopped. They all got out in front of the house. It was nothing grand,
a normal standard 3 bedroomed house. Music erupting from it indicated it was
the hosting house. The music was not excessively loud, not loud enough for the
neighbours to complain. Just a typical party.  
  
John paid the driver. Debbie put her arm around Linda's waist, almost
protectively, guiding her into the house as they followed Bob.  
  
Hey...he was leading the way! He walked straight in, but there was no one to
greet or welcome him in. Linda and Debbie followed, no meet and greet by the
hostess, Yvonne, whoever she's meant to be.  
  
Linda hesitated. This was someone's home. Debbie, ushered her in, John was now
close behind, she knew because she recognised his aftershave and felt his hand
on her hips.  
  
These were really touchy feely people. As they entered the house the
hedonistic sight which Linda beheld soon told her that this was some sort of
orgy.  
  
"Relax honey" Debbie assured her, this time gently kissing her on the mouth.
To this day Linda's not sure why, but she suddenly felt safe and loved and
responded to Debbie's kiss.  
  
She looked across the room; there were three or four couples copulating. Half
undressed, but busily fucking and pleasuring each other.  
  
Just beyond them her husband, Bob was talking to another woman (who was being
phallated by another woman). He looked back to see his wife,and she noticed
something about him that she had not seen before.  
  
A look of freedom; total relaxation; he smiled at Linda. That was a smile she
had not seen since their engagement 40 years ago.  
  
He came back toward her. " Are you ok darling?"  
  
"Darling????"  
  
When was the last time he called her darling? Shortly after the birth of their
son 36 years ago!  
  
Before she could answer, she felt a hand caressing her breast and a warm
tender kiss on her neck.  
  
She melted. "I think you'd look fantastic in nothing," whispered John's voice.
Her husband began to tenderly undress her.  
  
Debz knelt down in front of Bob, unzipped his jeans and exposed his organ, and
began hungrily sucking on his dick. Bob held on to his wife's nipples, John
manipulated the large voluptuous breasts. Linda turned her head to John's
lips, she kissed him deeply and passionately. She had both mens' hands
fondling her.  
  
Her pussy moistened. Her dress fell to the floor and her husband slid his hand
gently over her rounded belly. It wasn't long before she was totally naked.  
  
"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. Her head was swimming.  
  
Her husband was touching her lovingly and gently, but here was another man
exciting her too; John.  
  
She realised she wasn't self conscious about her overweight body. There were
all shapes and sizes here, but they were all confident in their bodies, and in
each others bodies too.  
  
"Nggghhh," she recognised the sound as her husbands; Debz was doing something
nice to him that's for sure. Debz was making her husband. Bob, happy.  
  
Linda had not had his cock in her mouth since their wedding night, and now,
here was this young thirty something woman delighting the man she so loved.
No, that was Linda's job.  
  
With that thought in her head, she knelt down, kissed the woman's lips that
were sucking on her husband's erect penis, and took the large organ in her
mouth. Debz' hands were gently caressing and stroking Bob's now hard balls.  
  
Linda reached for Debbie's firm tiny breasts. The three of them were now
making sounds, out of beat with the music, but synchronised with each other.  
  
John? Where was John? Linda cast her eyes over to see him fucking some woman
doggy style.  
  
Linda recognised her as the woman Bob was talking to while she was being
licked by another woman.  
  
Linda continued delighting her husband.  
  
"I need your cunt Debz," Bob called out.  
  
Debbie leant over the arm of a nearby chair. She spread her long legs, her
arse presented to him.  
  
Linda spread Debbie's cunt lips apart for Bob to thrust his massive cock into
her.  
  
Linda, now massaged Debbie's erect little bud, as Bob fucked deep into his
neighbour's cunt.  
  
As he fucked and thrust into her, he grunted... "my god I love you Linda ... I
love you. Linney I'm cummmming....." he pulled out and suddenly sprayed his
hot cum over his wife. Over her face, in her hair.  
  
Debz turned around, and kissed, and licked it off Linda's face.  
  
Bob laid them both down on the floor. He spread his wife's plump thighs apart,
and buried his head into her hairy pussy. He nibbled her clitoris.  
  
"Does that feel good my darling?" he asked her.  
  
"Oh god yes," she exclaimed.  
  
Debbie was still covering her face with kisses. The two women played with each
other's titties. Bob licked and chewed and sucked on Linda, until she felt a
huge wave wash over her. He had licked her to a climax. She screamed with
ecstasy.  
  
Debz took one of Linda's nipples in her mouth, and sucked hard on it. Linda's
pussy erupted on her husbands tongue again.  
  
"Jeeeze baby you taste so damn good".  
  
He flipped her over, like a chef flipping a pancake. He positioned her on all
fours, and he penetrated his wife's twitching cunny.  
  
Debbie sat back in the chair watching the couple enjoy each other.  
  
Linda was aware that her husband was about to explode in her.  
  
"Fuck me Bob...Fuck me harder."  
  
He did as he was told. He grunted and groaned, he slapped her arse, he
evidently enjoyed watching the pink flesh wobble.  
  
"Chriiiiissss Linnney here I cum," he heralded his climax, as he ejaculated it
into her pussy, collapsing onto her, and kissing her gently.  
  
"That was fantastic," he whispered, and kissed her again.  
  
A soft loving kiss.  
  
"Who was that woman you were talking to earlier?"  
  
"Oh that's just Yvonne, our hostess," he answered.  
  
"I love you Linnney. I really do love you".  
  
"I love you too Bob,"she responded.  
  
He had just met his new wife, and she had just met her new husband. They
kissed tenderly, which led to them really making love for the first time in
years. The inattentive audience heightened the intensity of their passion.  
  
Wow!  
  
Their orgasms were within seconds of each other. They lay on the floor,
kissing, touching, caressing, and rediscovering each other.  
  
"Fancy a drink Bob?" A young woman gestured with a bottle of whiskey in one
hand.  
  
"No thank you. I'm fine," he replied and cuddled his wife closely.  
  
Linda glanced around the room of passion. The music had softened a little now.
There was a fire burning in the fire-place. There were still soft moans and
groans to be heard.  
  
Some man was busy with a vibrator in Debbie's arse while another woman was
eating out her pussy. John was over by the buffet table, he was eating banana
from Yvonne's cunt.  
  
Just another day in suburbia...




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