The handsome stranger at the bar… [FM] [cheating]

My husband was ignoring me. Again. We’d fought in the car, *again* over something trivial and ridiculous *as per usual,* and from the moment we walked into the restaurant he’d barely even acknowledged me. So I sat at the bar, all prim and proper, while my husband flirted with some barely legal intern. You’d think that, after dragging me to a dinner party for *his* job, the least he could do would be to introduce me to his coworkers. Or at least get me a drink. Especially with all the effort I’d put into looking nice for this evening… full makeup with red lips that matched my red heels, my favorite black dress that emphasized my long legs; I’d even worn a skimpy little thong on a whim, thinking I’d surprise my husband with it later that night. But my husband hadn’t looked at me all night, and so there I was at the bar getting my own drinks.

And there *he* was at the bar, too… a handsome stranger who’d been sending smiles and drinks my way for the past 20 minutes. I gave him my ‘polite but not interested’ half-smile to thank him for the drinks, and tried to pretend I wasn’t getting more and more turned on thinking about this rando across the room. I must not be a very good actress, because he soon moved over to the barstool next to me. He gave me another one of his smiles, this one a little less ‘politely interested’ and a little more… heated.

“Tell me you’re not here alone,” he said, leaning in a little too close for comfort. A little too close for comfort but not quite as close as I’d prefer.

“And what if I’m not?” I answered, wondering where this flirting was coming from. I hadn’t flirted with a guy at a bar since college. Since I met my husband.

“Nobody could be that stupid. He’d have to be an idiot to let you out of his sight when he should have kept you at his side.”

“I’m a grown woman,” I said, feeling bold and sexy and a little bit reckless. “I go where I please and do as I please. Why should I let any man keep me at his side? I’m not some little toy for him to play with”

His eyes flashed and his smile turned even hotter. “Hmm, why should you let someone order you around? Would you like to me show you why?”

“I… well um… actually—“ I stammered, realizing that shit was about to get real, real quick.

“I will come to the bathroom in 5 minutes” he said, leaning in so close I could feel his breath on my ear. I shivered. “I want you on your knees waiting for me when I get there. Don’t disappoint me, or there will be consequences.”

And then he was gone. I looked around, wondering if anyone had noticed— if my husband had noticed— that I just got propositioned (no, commanded) at the bar. But no one had seen. When I realized my husband, still leering at the intern, hadn’t even looked my way during the entire conversation I’d had with the stranger at the bar, that’s when I decided. I was going to do this.

I settled my tab with the bartender and hurried to the family bathroom. It was clean enough and nice enough, and I wanted to follow the stranger’s orders, but I was still struggling to overcome my paranoia about public restroom floors when the door burst open and the stranger came in.

“I thought I told you to get on your knees,” he growled, locking the door behind him. “You’ve disobeyed me. Do you know what happens now?”

I gulped and nodded, wondering if I really could do this after all. “Yes, sir, now there will be consequences.”

“Good girl,” he smiled, grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me down to my knees. “You know how to listen. Now you’ll learn how to obey.”

“How can I make it up to you, sir?” I said, looking up at him, making my big blue eyes look as innocent and sincere as possible. I tried not to stare at the bulge in his pants and wondered if it could possibly be as big as it looked.

“You know what I want. Suck my cock. And because you put us behind schedule, I’m not going to take it easy on you.”

I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and briefs, and watched as his erection sprung free. I just stared at it for a moment… fuck. There was no way I was going to be able to get the whole thing in my mouth— but I desperately hoped I’d have the opportunity to take it in my pussy.

I looked back up into the handsome stranger’s eyes as I slowly worked his cock with my hands. I pursed my lips into a little red pout, and then gave the tip a sloppy, wet kiss. He sucked in his breath and said “more, slut.”

I took the head into my mouth and sucked gently while I gripped his shaft. I swirled my tongue around him and slowly began to work him deeper into my mouth. With my other hand, I gently worked his balls. “I said more!” he groaned, as he began thrusting his hips.

I knew I was nearly at the point of choking. I can swallow my husband’s dick without gagging, but this stranger’s cock was several inches longer and significantly thicker. I took him deep in my throat as my eyes began to water.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and I made eye contact again. “You shouldn’t have kept me waiting, slut. I’m going to ruin your pretty makeup now, do you hear?”

“Yes sir,” I moaned around his cock.

He threaded both hands through my hair and began to fuck my face, using me like a toy. My mascara was running down my face and my lipstick was smeared all over my chin, but my pussy was wet and aching while I gave him everything he wanted.

Then, suddenly, he pulled me up from my knees and turned me around to face the wall. “You wanted to swallow my cum, didn’t you, you little slut?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, my legs shaking in my high heels.

“Too bad. You don’t get to taste my cum. Not tonight anyway,” he said, as he pulled my dress up my legs and bunched it up over my hips. He run his thumbs under my thong and gave it snap. “Did you get all dressed up for me tonight, slut? You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said trying to grind my ass against his cock. “Please fuck me, sir,” I begged.

“Are you clean?” he asked, gripping my hips and rubbing his fingers across my ass, but keeping his cock just out of reach.

“Are you?” I snapped at him, my aching pussy making me more frustrated by the minute.

“Brat,” he laughed, spanking my ass— hard. “I’ll take that as a yes. Are you on birth control?” He asked, moving my thong to the side and rubbing his cock up and down my wet pussy.

“Oh fuck” my husband had a vasectomy years ago. I hadn’t used protection in forever. “No, but please don’t stop,” I pleaded. He was rubbing his head on my clit and driving me wild.

“Hell no I’m not going to stop,” he said, finally— finally— pushing the tip of his cock into my cunt. We both let out a slow, harsh breath at the sensation.

“Please,” I whined, pushing back with my hips and trying to get more of him inside me.

“I’m a grown man, I do as I please,” he said, his voice deep and rough as he teased me with the head of his cock. He reached around and began rubbing my clit. “I go where I please.” His other hand crawled up my dress, pulling it down until my nipples were exposed. “Why should I stay here inside you? I’m not some little toy to play with…”

“Fuck no, you’re not little,” I laughed, nearly crying with frustration and arousal.

And that’s when he took me, finally. We both groaned in sheer pleasure and relief. He pounded his cock so deep into my pussy that he shoved me up against the wall, and I began moaning like a porn star as my face and breasts pressed against the cold tiles. The stranger was torturing my clit while he railed me from behind, kissing my shoulder and licking my neck.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he groaned into my ear, his thrusts nearly lifting me out of my high heels.

“Fucking do it,” I said, “fill me up, sir.” He began to thrust more roughly, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me backward onto his cock as he pushed forward. He bit down on my shoulder and came deep in my pussy.

Feeling his cock twitching so deep inside me, feeling his warm cum spurting into me and coating my unprotected pussy, feeling him tense up and hold me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe, I came too. My cunt squeezed around him, my orgasm coming in waves as jolting as electrical shocks. The stranger I just met at the bar stuck his fist in my mouth to muffle my screams as I milked his cock for every drop.

We remained joined together for a long moment as we both caught our breath, then he pulled out and took a step back. I nearly fell to my knees, then turned around and slid down the wall. I needed to sit and convince myself that all that had really just happened.

The stranger buckled his belt and looked in the mirror to straighten his tie. Then he pulled into his wallet and took out a $50 bill. “Buy some Plan B,” he said, dropping the money at my feet. “and give me a call when you want another lesson.” He left his business card on the sink and walked out of the room.

I cleaned up my makeup as best I could and prepared to go back to the party, thankful that I had chosen to wear the long black dress that would cover up the cum dripping down my legs. I picked up the money and the stranger’s business card as I left the room, and slipped it in my purse without looking at the name or number. Putting a name to his face might ruin the fantasy.

I was just about to sit down at a hightop table when my husband found me. Surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, he didn’t even notice that my hair and makeup were changed and my legs were a bit wobbly. “Where the hell have you been? Are you drunk? I need to introduce you to my boss. And I need to make a good impression, so you should probably just keep your mouth shut.”

He dragged me over to the other side of the room, shook hands with the person who must be his boss and began to make the introductions. My mind was still replaying the incredible fucking I’d just gotten, so I didn’t even look up as my husband told his boss my name.

“Actually, we’ve already met,” his boss interrupted, in a voice I instantly recognized. I looked up to see the handsome stranger, smirking and holding out his hand for me to shake. “Over at the bar a little while ago.”

“Did I make a good impression?” I blurted out, cringing and blushing and wondering where the fuck that came from. My husband rolled his eyes.

“Oh yes,” said the handsome not-stranger, winking at me before turning to my husband and staring him down. “You’d have to be an idiot to let this one get away.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qe85ha/the_handsome_stranger_at_the_bar_fm_cheating