Neglected Wife Enjoys a Handsome Stranger in an Alley

After being constantly neglected by her loser husband, Sarah gives in to her desires and enjoys a stranger’s affections.

I was in a rustic pub with a large group of friends and coworkers from my husband’s job. Lenny owned the place, and he aptly named it ‘Lenny’s Place.’

It wasn’t a pub per se, because he had live music on some nights and then had a deejay playing dance music on others. Ever the entrepreneur, Lenny considered what he thought were good ideas, without factoring why they were good in the first place.

As a result, Lenny’s place was a quasi pub-cum-nightclub where you could order food and try to eat amid the din of loud, blaring noughties dance music under the relative cover of darkness.

Still, the locals found his attempt to satisfy various market demands rather endearing and most of us got used to how it worked.

So when I got there late after work — I barely had time to shower and change — the party was well under way. We had a huge section of the place reserved for us, although random people were welcome to join us. As the night wore on, people tend to mingle and bring in new friends.

Our tables were piled with a buffet of food. Random assortments of finger foods bought from the local supermarket or whatever Lenny’s chef could be bothered to cook up.

It was dark, save for the overhead strobe lights from the dance floor. I had to squint with a paper plate in my hand to see what I could pick at.

I was going to join up with Rick, my husband, but he was already drunk and shamelessly flirting with other women.

To be honest, I wasn’t exactly happy being married to him. Things were good at first, but as the years wore on, he became less of a lover and more of a reluctant housemate. I guess the only thing keeping us together were our two teenage boys.

They were old enough to work the microwave, and we didn’t have to worry about them tonight — it was a battle trying to peel them away from their PlayStations.

I shook my head, looking over at Rick. He had his hand on one of the waitress’s hips and was clearly making her uncomfortable. But like a veteran, she opted for the stoic approach. I wasn’t going to help him out if the bouncers tossed him out.

I said hi to some of his friends and chatted to co-workers. I think Shelly from HR was quitting and moving abroad, hence the excuse to throw a party here at Lenny’s.

Everyone was nice to me, but I always had to steel myself for the inevitable question — why are you with Rick?

He was arrogant, considered himself a ladies man, and was a bully at work. It was common knowledge that his nickname at work and amongst his friends was ‘Rick the Prick.’

Well, everyone except for my husband was aware of that.

I was poking at the quiche when someone sat down beside me. I smelled his woodsy cologne before I saw him.

“Hi,” the raspy voice said.

I turned to whoever was talking to me and was taken aback.

The stranger was a handsome gentleman, with salt and pepper hair. He wore a suit that looked like it was tailor fitted to him. I couldn’t make him out very well in the semi-darkness, but I easily could make out his radiant smile.

“O-oh, hello,” I said. It was rare for me to feel like a nervous teenager. “Are you here for Shelly’s leaving do?”

“Kind of. I’m Daniel. Head office sent me to liaise with the local branch.”

He stuck his hand out, and we shook. He had a nice, firm grip.

“Sarah.”

“Nice to meet you, Sarah. I’ll be here more often and wanted to introduce myself to the people I’ll be working with.”

“Oh. I’m not part of the team. I’m married to Rick Douglas over there.” I nodded at the mess, trying to hit on two girls who were barely half his age and less than enthused with his presence.

“I see. Well, consider it an excuse to say hi to the prettiest woman here,” he smiled, and grabbed a cocktail sausage off my plate. “I would like to get to know you better later, if that’s okay.”

I brushed a lock of hair back. “I don’t mind,” I said.

He gave me a wink and a pat on the shoulder, and went to say hi to others.

It was a curious thing, watching Daniel. He seemed to have such an easygoing nature about him. Even if I couldn’t hear him talking, it was obvious others enjoyed his company. Guys laughed at the jokes he made and I felt an unexpected flush of jealousy as the women preened themselves at him. Shelly from HR even touched his chest, and she was married! Slut.

I had a few margaritas down me by then, and just couldn’t help but compare him with Rick…

I was halfway through a conversation with Joanne about her cat developing an unwanted habit of shitting into her shoes before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hey you.”

“Hey.”

Daniel smiled. “sorry for being rude, Jo, but do you mind if I steal Sarah from you? I needed her advice on some logistical matters.”

Jo giggled and waved us off.

He took my hand, and we were headed toward the dance floor. “You looked like you needed rescuing.”

I chuckled. “I did, thank you. I’d resigned myself to an evening of cat stories. Where are we going?”

“I just finished introducing myself to everyone. You look like the dancing type. Are you the dancing type?”

My face flushed. “I haven’t danced in years.”

“No time like the present, then,” he said, grinning.

“But, my husband…”

I looked over at the far side of the pub. Rick had his arms around two women who looked like they would rather be elsewhere, singing a terrible rendition of Golddigger.

It was no point even trying to get his attention. I was practically invisible when he was busy enjoying himself.

We were soon at the crowded dance floor and since I loved to dance, it helped me get over the bad vibes I was getting from my husband.

The music was upbeat and catchy, and we were dancing close together due to the large crowd. I felt a little silly because a lot of the people on the floor were practically half my age, but Daniel didn’t seem to care one bit.

Daniel, by the way, was drop dead gorgeous. He was wearing dress pants, a shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off some tattoos which piqued my interest, and a waistcoat. It turned out he had a good pair of dancing legs and even if he didn’t, I wouldn’t have cared. We spent a few numbers just laughing and dancing together. A couple of the girls around us clocked him, but he seemed to be focused entirely on me.

He had his leg between mine, which meant we were basically grinding our hips on each other. He had one arm resting just above my ass cheeks, pulling me tight against him, and the other one holding my arm very close to my head, which enabled him to press my face closer to him.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I think you’re absolutely stunning,” he whispered into my ear.

My face flushed. “Thank you,” I said. “But I’m married.”

He chuckled. “I’m not a good man. You’re going to have to tell me to back off, or else I’m going to take what I want.”

I knew it was wrong. I should’ve left right away, gone home, changed and tuned out to some late night tv. But something about him drew me to him… Fuck, everything about him drew me to him from the moment I laid eyes on him.

As shameful as it was, I wanted him.

The crush on the dance floor made it molten hot, and we were both covered in sweat. I felt it running down between my shoulder blades.

My face got close to his neck, and I drew in a whiff of his scent. The combination of his sweat and his cologne stirred up the desire from deep inside me.

The music shifted to a slower, more sensual song and Daniel had his arms around me, pulling me close against him. I gasped as he pressed his hard-on against me, pressing against my ass.

“Tell me you’re not interested, Sarah. Say no, and I’ll leave you alone.”

I couldn’t get the words out. Instead, I pressed myself against him, eyes closed and listening to George Michael and savouring the feeling of Daniel’s desire pressed against me.

He wasn’t shy, swaying to the slow beat and shamelessly cupping my breasts. I knew he could feel my nipples hardening against his palms.

The song ended, and we made our way back to the tables. A thin film of sweat covered my body and another kind of wetness bloomed between my legs.

We got back to our seats and had a fresh round of drinks.

Everyone was laughing and having a great time. By then, everybody was acquainted with Daniel, and didn’t even raise an eyebrow at him sitting with me. Or if they did, no one felt any particular loyalty to my husband to take issue with it.

Everyone was merry. It was rowdy and animated, but all in good fun.

I reached over for a pineapple stick, and Daniel asked me to get him one, too.

When I reached over, I felt his hand brush up against my thigh, which made me suck in a breath.

I had to pretend everything was fine in front of my friends, and handed him the food, then he thanked me.

Rick had his back turned, sitting at a booth behind us. He was bragging to his buddies and some unfortunate strangers about how the bitches here were all over him.

I shook my head and tried to blank him out when I felt Daniel’s fingers rest on my inner thigh. God, I was totally caught off guard and didn’t know what to do. It was so risky and dangerous…

And the most exciting thing I had done in a long while.

I looked at him, but he was talking to one of my girlfriends across the table. He was engaged in a good convo, yet without even looking at me, he slid his hand over to my inner thigh and gently caressed it.

A low moan escaped my lips, and I hoped no one heard it. I could’ve easily clamped my legs together, but I didn’t. Instead letting his hand dance along the flesh of my inner thigh, riding up my dress.

He laughed at Katie’s anecdote and leaned in casually, as if to share a secret with me. “Your husband is an idiot. With a woman as beautiful as you, I wouldn’t leave you alone and make an ass of myself with other women. I can see why everyone calls him Rick the Prick.”

My head was spinning. Maybe from exertion, maybe from the booze flowing through me.

But if I had to be honest, it was mainly from how aroused he got me.

I surprised myself with my own words.

“Yeah?” I rasped. “And what would you do with me if I were yours?”

He grinned and subtly lifted my leg and placed it on top of his. My legs spread open under the table, he began brushing his fingers over my stocking tops and panties. I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of my seat. All the while, he was responding to a question from my friend across the table.

Fuck. My pussy was getting soaked. It was hot and wet with need. The lights were turned down even lower as the pub shifted to focus more on music than anything else.

It was a really bad idea to make a request from the chef.

Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was behaving like a slut, letting this handsome stranger touch my pussy like it belonged to him. It wasn’t logical at all, but I felt a cheap thrill that amongst all the girls he could probably have in here, he wanted me. I found myself getting addicted to the illicit thrill he was making me feel.

I adjusted myself so he had easy access to my pussy. I wanted him to know how excited I was for him.

I decided to return the favor, though. So I reached over, then grabbed his semi-hard cock through his trousers. My fingers fiddled with his fly, unzipping him. His rapidly hardening cock made it difficult, so he raised an eyebrow and did it for me.

I looked around, scanning for Rick. It felt so naughty doing this but I couldn’t help myself. As expected, he was up to no good. His finger was right in an intern’s face, brandishing his own taste of chest puffing.

It just made me so mad. I told myself the most I’d do was tease Daniel. Maybe even give him a handjob.

But now I wanted to do more, to teach my asshole husband a lesson.

When I fished Daniel’s cock out, I took a moment to appreciate his size and girth. It wasn’t so big that it’d hurt, but he was definitely bigger and thicker than Rick.

I gave his shaft a few pumps, earning a couple of low, delicious moans out of him.

“This is insane,” I moaned. “I haven’t done anything like this before. It’s… It’s been such a long time since I’ve been intimate with anyone.”

The admission stung a little.

With another pump, a drop of precum beaded out from his tip. It leaked down over his shaft and onto my fingers. I swallowed, overcome with a sudden urge to taste it.

“You gonna suck it?” Daniel rasped.

“What? N-no…” I whimpered. It pulsed angrily in my hand, beckoning me to pleasure him, to worship him.

I looked around again. My friends and associates were scattered around the venue. Some were chatting and flirting in other corners, and some were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. We were largely alone, save for a few extremely drunk stragglers.

“Please, Sarah,” Daniel begged.

Oh, God…

I swallowed again and bent over, hoping the darkness hid me well enough.

I took him into my mouth, immediately tasting the salty-sweet nectar on my tongue. I pushed as far as I could without gagging and bobbed my head up and down, savouring the moment. Daniel moaned in response, running his fingers through my hair, encouraging me to keep doing what I was doing to him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned.

Blood pulsed in my ears. I kneaded my thighs together, trying to give myself a little bit of relief from the need welling up inside me.

I probably was down there for maybe half a minute before I came back up for air. If anyone noticed, they kept quiet about it.

“Christ, that was amazing,” Daniel hissed. “But I need more, Sarah. I want more of you.”

He peeled my panties aside and wiggled his finger inside me. The pad of his finger teased the inner walls of my pussy, sending shocks of pure pleasure through me. I couldn’t remember the last time someone touched me like this.

“F-fuck…” I cried out.

“I want you so fucking much,” he growled in my ear. “I’d do anything to be inside you.”

I whimpered. My mind was in a haze of pleasure, making it difficult to think straight. I wanted him. I needed his cock. Where could we go?

The bathroom? No, too busy.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I whispered to him. “Meet me outside in ten minutes.”

I said goodnight to my friends. Rick was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed he buggered off to another pub with his buddies.

As soon as I was outside, I waited around the corner until a rather dapper Daniel appeared. He grinned and motioned for me to walk over to the adjacent park. We threaded through it in the semi-darkness, and I risked holding his hand. For a moment I wondered if we could do it there, but it was too close to Lenny’s.

“I took a taxi here,” I said.

“Me, too.”

Looks like the chance of doing it in a car plummeted to zero.

“Wanna try something crazy?” he asked.

“What do you have in mind?”

He smiled. “Come on.”

We exited the park and ended up on another street lined with shops. It was almost one in the morning, so the entire street was quiet. He pulled me into an alleyway sandwiched between an optician and florist.

Daniel scanned the alley. Satisfied we were alone, save for a stray cat or two, he pulled me into a little space between a stairwell that offered some privacy.

“We’re going to do it here?” I gasped.

“Told you it’ll be a little crazy.”

He pulled me close, and I was powerless to stop him as he pressed his lips against mine. I moaned again, tasting his tongue.

I felt him getting harder against me, so I unzipped him as we made out.

“Let’s continue from earlier,” I breathed as I broke the kiss. I got on my knees and began sucking him passionately. God, I felt so slutty, sucking a virtual stranger off in a dank alley.

I yanked his trousers down to his ankles so I could get to his balls. With one hand, I lifted his cock until it pressed against his abdomen, so I could crane my neck and take a nut in my mouth. I wasn’t surprised they were nice and shaved. Daniel gave the impression that he was very accommodating when it came to personal hygiene. Not like Rick.

I sucked. Hard enough so I drew a groan out of him. He braced himself against the wall behind him, and his nails dug into my shoulders as he held himself up.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to do this.”

“I’m starved,” I moaned. “There are lots of things I want to do. Things I haven’t done for a long time.”

He pulled my mouth off his nut and rubbed his cock over my face, marking me with his precum. I moaned and stuck my tongue out, desperate to savor him as he drew his cock back and forth.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling me up. He kissed me hard again, and then he spun me around.

“You want this?” he asked. “Last chance to walk away, Sarah.”

“Give it to me,” I begged, licking my lips.

He lifted my skirt up and I whimpered in anticipation. My hands braced against the wall, waiting for him to take me. Rain pattered down against the stairwell overhead.

A moan escaped my lips as I felt his bulbous head slide around behind me, grazing my aching pussy lips and ass. He was a tall man. Even with me in my heels, we couldn’t get the angle right.

Until I stood on my tiptoes.

No sooner did his tip find my entrance, it slid into me with no resistance. My juices made me slick like oil and his cock rubbed against my inner walls as he invaded me.

With one hand, he wrapped around my throat and squeezed gently. The other, he snaked under my dress and grabbed my breasts, yanking on my sensitive nipples.

I arched my head back, resting against his broad shoulder. “Oh, fuck,” I cried out.

I was a married woman. A mother. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be enjoying it so much.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned into my ear as he worked his cock in and out of me. “So fucking sweet and tight. I’m so glad I met you tonight, Sarah. Did you expect things to turn out like this?”

I moaned out as his cock sent waves of pleasure through me. “N-no, not at all.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No. Please fuck me,” I begged.

“Such a sexy woman. I’m going to give you what you need.”

I moaned incomprehensibly. Just letting the sounds leave my mouth as I enjoyed the feeling of being completely filled by his cock.

“Wish I took you somewhere nicer so I could worship your body properly.”

I chuckled. “This is fine for now. It’s kind of nasty. I like it.”

He let out a laugh and kissed the side of my neck.

“Oi, oi! What’s happening, love birds!” I heard someone shout.

I don’t fucking believe it.

Of all the people. It had to be Rick.

I gritted my teeth and kept my head down. With just a brief glance, I could see him with two other guys. Friends, maybe, I don’t know, and he had a kebab in his hand.

I felt Daniel’s grip tighten around me, as if I belonged to him and he wasn’t letting go of me without a fight. All the while, he still kept thrusting his amazing cock in and out of me.

I couldn’t contain my moans.

“Get in there, bro!” Rick laughed. “Fucking sluts, eh? Got a few cunts waiting for me, too. Not like the wife at home. Boring as fuck!”

I felt Daniel’s grip tighten around me. I sensed he was tempted to get off me and kick Rick’s ass.

But Rick said something unintelligible and walked off with his buddies after a few more whoops and jeers.

“Fucking prick,” Daniel growled.

“Yeah… He’s tolerable most of the time, but when he has a drink, he turns into a complete tosser.”

Daniel let out a groan. “I’m close, but do you want me to stop? He soured things a little.”

“No,” I moaned out. “Don’t fucking stop. Give it to me. Give it all to me, Daniel. Fill me up with your cum and claim me.”

A feral growl escaped his lips and his hands went to my sides, digging into me.

His cock slammed into me as hard as he could and I pushed my ass back into him, desperate to impale myself on him as deep as possible.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum…”

“Cum!” I cried out. “Cum inside me!”

I turned my head, and he leaned in to kiss me as he erupted. His thick cock swelled up inside me, filling my pussy up with his white hot cum. My body shuddered, too, as his climax triggered my own. But Daniel held me securely to him as we made out and sucked in deep breaths.

When he was done emptying himself inside me, I turned and braced myself against the brick wall. I slid down until I was squatting, with my legs splayed apart.

I whimpered as globs of Daniel’s cum leaked out of me, splashing down on the gravel beneath me.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned.

I didn’t know why I did that. I guess he made me feel like I could do whatever I pleased, so I did.

I hiked my panties up and he held me in his arms to keep me warm. We stayed under the stairwell for a while, waiting until the rain eased up.

Daniel asked me to go back to his hotel with him, but I had to decline. There were still things to be done back home.

He didn’t let me go until I promised to meet up with him again soon.

I looked forward to it.