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The venue was packed, and the lights had now been lit whilst the stage was set up, and the sound testing took place.
Fortunately, when we arrived the supporting act was on their last song, and how glad were we to miss their full set list, especially judging by their exiting track!
We decided that I had plenty of time to go to the bar, and get us some drinks, before the main band came on. The anticipation was building within the venue under the expectancy of the upcoming act, and Jill, not being an exception, was dying to get down to the front. With the bar starting to get swamped by the thirsty locusts of black PVC and leather cladded Metal/Industrial fans, I offered to go get our drinks due to the possible long wait, so with a wet kiss and stroke of my wife's pert bum, I left Jill to do her magic of procuring front row positions, which she had a great track record of achieving.
Ever aware that any guy would just let her slim alluring figure, barge and squeeze in beside them, not caring about having just been jolted out of the way by a pretty pale skinned girlie, with raven dark pixie hair and big doe-like peepers.
They would just be happy and content to have her standing beside them as an object of their attention, unashamed of any obvious stares they make, whilst imagining stripping my sultry wife, and fucking her mentally in an array of uncompromising positions.
That line of thought always spurred my cock to twitch and pulsate, I could feel the blood rush down my body and start to inflate my penis, so my focus was drawn to watching Jill squirm her way through the crowd. Jill's soft tush and pert breasts being pressed, and rubbed up against the other people in the auditorium is such a turn on, and seeing her little black and white tartan skirt ride further up her legs, baring her smooth thighs, and the rising curve of her ass, brought on an mental erection. Quickly followed by an increased swelling in my leathers, and I found myself having to readjust my cock to a more comfortable position. I tried to do so discreetly, but Jill caught me touching my aching groin as I rearranged and the shock on her face, swiftly changed to a cheeky wink and a luscious flick of her glistening tongue, causing my cock to swell in size and harden to the point of obvious excitement on my part.
With a pleased look and a blown kiss, Jill disappeared into the crowd. Only the sight of her obscured by the crowd, allowed me to break from my increasingly dirty thoughts, and turn my attention to getting our drinks.
Being pleasantly surprised the bar wasn't that swarmed after all, I moved awkwardly towards it at first, due to being quite aware of my wood showing, as I had opted out of wearing underwear this evening.
Luckily, it was more closely packed with few people there at the bar so no one could notice my exposed glory, giving me greater comfort, yet arousing me all the more at the same time, with the taboo of exhibiting so much of my excitement in such a way.
The bore of monotonously pigeon stepping my way to the counter, along with the other customers, only drove me to more erotic musings whilst I waited. Thoughts of Jill in the crowd right now, being 'accidentally' pressed into by some guys from behind, popped up in my mind, sending the flow of blood straight to my cock as I envisioned Jill raising her tush, so their crotch could rest just under her sweet cheeks, in so allowing my little minx to pretend that she doesn't notice their attention, and also for her to rub her little mound on their thickening bulge.
As I came within a row of two people ahead of me in line for drinks, I found myself soon behind a set of pretty Punk/Goth styled European girls, one with black and blue highlighted hair and the other completely bleached platinum, probably between the ages of 18-22, both had a multitude of piercings in their ears, noses, lips and eyebrows, along with an array of tattoos.
The one with platinum coloured hair had what seemed to be a vine like tattoo, snaking down from her neck, and seemingly across the side of her breast and possibly down her ribs. She was wearing a pair of high heeled, black leather boots, making her quite petite, as still the top of her head came only up to my chin. As well as donning a black frilly skirt under a net petticoat, worn over a pair of torn tights, and an off the shoulder long sleeved shirt, with a corset cinching in her already tiny waist, pushing out her small breasts. She looked pretty hot in her little outfit. She had looked over her shoulder twice since I arrived in the queue, and we had shared a look and even a smile on the second occasion.
Quite quickly I found her being dragged into my erotic thoughts too, especially due to wanting to find out how much of her body is covered with ink. Although they were speaking quite loudly to one another, I was unable to understand their conversation, as they spoke very quickly, and had an accent that was difficult to follow, definitely of a northern region.
As my ears became accustomed to their speech, they were rudely interrupted, as the guy in front, when finally served and now received his drinks, spun carelessly around, using his elbows to plough the people behind out of his way unapologetically, and nudged the girls in front of me harshly, in the process, knocking the platinum haired girl off balance, making her fall in my direction.
Instinctively my hands rose to support her arms as she fell precariously backwards, she steadied herself against the palms of my hands and, grasping onto my hips and thigh, she began to right herself. She seemed about to express her thanks, when on turning she lost grip on her heels and then again fell on me, this time causing me to almost fall too.
So there I was, in a half squat, and to my embarrassment with a girl in almost the exact manor I was earlier fantasizing my sexy wife in; with her body cradled in my arms, and with my hard-on pressed against the small of her back and her ass cheeks.
Hearing her gasps as her soft cheeks squished against my groin, I quickly righted her and moved swiftly a step backwards, fearing her retaliation, even though I'd happily enjoyed the moment to have lingered.
However, once steady footed, she turned and faced me, her gaze lowering to my crotch and raising up to meet my eyes. She smiled wickedly and said: “Thank you”.
Stumbling over my own words I replied with “You're welcome”.
“What a jerk! Huh?”, she said in an European accent, with her eyes still wandering down to the bulge in my trousers. And mine flowing down to her bosom.
Coming closer and getting on tiptoes she whispered in my ear: “Do you like what you see”, making my face heat with embarrassment of being caught out. Yet I quickly recovered and whispered back to her: ''I do...Very nice, you have beautiful skin. And what about you?” I chuckled, realizing that she too should be somewhat embarrassed with her stares at my body, but seeing she wasn't at all ashamed, my confidence bloomed and I continued: “You’ve had more than a look”, ensuring she recalled all too well her own gazing eyes at my crotch just seconds earlier.
She in return blushed, and gave a slight giggle before tugging at my shirt to indicate for me to bend down, so she could again whisper in my ear:
“Oh I have, I felt it too!”. She laughed as her voice echoed in my ear: “Very nice too...Tell me, does it always go around in such a state?”.
“Not always, but I must say pretty often”, I laughed at my own joke, and fortunately she did too.
It was then that her companion turned to face us from the bar and passed on a drink to her friend whilst smiling at me. She spoke very quickly in her language to her friend.
Then my new acquaintance said to me: “It looks like your turn now!”.
“Thanks”, I replied and then stepped aside for them to pass by. Yet before the platinum haired girl walked away, she said: “Thanks again for saving me from dropping on my ass”, she then reached up and with planting a kiss on my cheek, added: “Although it might have been a softer landing if you had let me fall.”.
Smiling, she gave me a wink, before moving away with her friend, whom she had obviously translated her last comment to, which resulted in a burst of giggling from them both.
I admit, it took me a brief moment to figure out what had been said, then chuckling to myself I propped up against the bar to order drinks for myself and Jill. Looking over my shoulder, I caught the girl doing the same, she gave a little wave before disappearing into the crowd.
After obtaining our beverages, I squeezed and excused my way through the mass of leather outfits and tattooed skin, towards the front. I had just reached the second line of the horde, to make a quick search for Jill, when I suddenly felt a roaming hand pawing at my crotch. Instantly I knew she was just in front of two very tall guys that I found myself standing behind.
Jill turned to them, spoke a few words and indicted my presence, they turned their heads to look down at me, before turning aside to offer me a space next to my wife, each giving me a slight grin and a nod of the head. It appeared that Jill had struck up some sort of conversation with them earlier, as hardly a word passed between them, yet I was expected, and their looks at my wife seemed to say that some sort of a moment had been shared with them all.
This feeling was strengthen by me noticing that Jill's skirt swung momentarily, and their hands closest to her body were swiftly pocketed upon my arrival, and the looks on their faces, almost of disappointment, had all been caught in my peripheral view, I thought, but I put it down to my imagination as the auditorium was dark, and the movement was so slight it could have easily been a flight of fancy on my part, having just come from my recent encounter.
We had a little wait for the forthcoming band, which we passed by drinking our drinks and having small talk with Jill's new found acquaintances, but the talk ran pretty thin after exchanging names, and a few compliments on Jill's outfit, ending with the 'all too well' known statement that I'm a lucky guy, which I normally get from the guys that come in contact with Jill.
When I felt that the pleasantries had passed, I pulled Jill in closer to me and started reciting my little encounter to her, as I knew she would enjoy hearing it.
This retelling got Jill very excited, and I soon found her hands roaming over my arms and chest. But shortly her caresses travelled further down, settling at my crotch, where she began to cup my balls, giving them gentle tugs and squeezes over my leather trousers.
“Can you see her?”, Jill asked, but even with stretching my neck behind the two pillars of men, that gave my darling wife and myself these great positions, I was unable to catch sight of the girlie.
“Sorry hon, no luck.”, I replied.
“Oh well, maybe you'll see her when we leave... Let me know if you do”, Jill requested as she shrugged.
“Of course I will baby”, I said, “Tell me, my sweet, how were you able to get these guys to give up such a fantastic spot?”, I questioned my resourceful wife, although having a good clue about the answer she would give. Yet, I was curious for the whole story, and her exact answer.
I witnessed then one of the most cheekiest smiles I've ever seen on Jill's face, just before she dropped her head, and shyly muttered a distinctly unbelievable reply:
“Ah well, you know, I just asked politely”, before hugging me close to her petite body, and burying her face into my chest in a lame attempt to further hide any giving expression.
But with a little thought on my part, and with Jill giving away a lot in her reaction, the puzzle pieces came together.
Now being able to trust what I thought I caught sight of, I enquired if she had been naughty, and that if our great position to the stage was maybe due to a slight offering on her part.
Her eyes flashed straight at mine, likely to gauge my reaction to figuring out what might have had occurred in my absence. My smile appeared to reassure her, as she brought her lips to my ear whilst still pressing her bosom into me, and told me how she had gotten her way through the crowd with a few bumps and apologies, but found herself against these guys, and could not see anything or find any way around them, so she thought that, if she'd ask them politely, they may let her in the front, out of kindness.
Which they did after a fashion, and after passing a few incoherent words to one another, which Jill noticed and it made her feel a little suspicious at first.
Then she said: “They parted, and made no qualm about it, however only the shortest of moments passed before one of them asked me if I was by myself'. I thought then, that my suspicions were right.”, she explained, “But, I told them the truth and said that you were getting us some drinks, and would soon come and find me.”
“How did they take it?”, I asked.
“Well, they expressed a sort of exaggerated indignance, and tusked to each other...but I asked if it's still okay that they'd let me pass, along with you coming to join us, and they agreed it was alright. It did feel like they were... despite my offer to move... getting short changed, and I don't know why, but I asked if there was anything that I could do to make up for it”.
Jill told me then that she caught the wink shared between them both, and realised that she might have just put her foot right in it, with that retort.
“They told me not to look so worried, I tried to protest that I wasn't, but it appeared that I didn't cover my surprise too well...” she then carried on: “You see the guy to your left, the one with the bald head and greying beard, he put his hand on my shoulder and bent down to whisper in my ear, telling me that I was the most attractive woman here! Of course I thought, he's so lying, yet I don't know why... for he's really not even my type and all... but him telling me that, and maybe the grasp he had on my shoulder, actually made my legs weak... And it got me a little wet!”, Jill giggled at that last sentence, making her face glow and beam with beauty, and I kissed her once on each cheek, telling her how cute she is. She smiled, and continued:
“I thanked him of course, although shamefully blushing at his comment, and then asked him what it is I could possibly do in return for them making space for me and my husband, which I made sure they both heard. He quickly told me that they would only like to feel me up a bit before you came to find me. That really threw me, yet I managed to tell them, that I really wasn't sure about that, and that someone might see”, Jill told me before exclaiming how much she felt like a slut for that last sentence!
“Oh honey, you must think the worst of me!”, she stated, but I assured her that wasn't the case and urged her to continue with what happened, feeling my cock strain terribly in her grasp.
We kissed for a moment, one arm over my shoulders and the other hand of Jill's still clutching at my shaft, and squeezing firmly at my balls till they ached, whilst I let my hands fall to her waist, then down to her pert butt, giving it a squeeze. Breaking our smooching, I again urged her to continue with her re-encountment.
She took a deep breath, before bring her lips up to my ear to whisper: “I love you”.
I returned the sentiment and held her tightly till she spoke, saying:
“Then they said that they wouldn't go too far with touching me, but getting a feel of my body would really make their night.”
I laughed out loud, although not all too shocked with their request - I would have dared to ask for the same.
“Ha! I know they were making all that shit up”, Jill said “Yet it's still nice to be wanted, so I agreed! I couldn't believe it honey, but I thought, fuck it, I know you wouldn't be jealous, in fact I thought you would be proud of me!?”.
“I am, my love, that's for sure, you are too cool, and so sexy... So did they?”, I asked.
“At first they were very nervous, but as soon as the guy on my left took courage and started to stroke my back, the other guy, who barely spoke, went straight to my arse.”.
“It's always the quiet ones that are the worst!'”I retorted, “So, how was it?”, I asked.
“It actually really freaked me out at first, especially in this crowd, I felt my body freeze as their hands touched me, and I was really stiff, but no one noticed, I think, I did look around but it really didn't seem that anyone could see them doing it. I do admit, I would have liked to have seen your face finding me with these two huge guys, and with their hands all over my bum!”, she said with the cattiest of smiles.
“I'm sure you would have, you little tease!”, I replied whilst applying a firm kiss to the top of her head: “Please continue honey, you are getting me turned on.” I confessed.
“Oh really, I had hoped you wouldn't have minded, and I can see you definitely don't!”, she replied as she groped my increasing bulge.
Our conversation was suddenly disrupted as the stage erupted with a deafening roar from the speakers, indicating that the main band were soon to come on. Jill turned to face the stage whilst still keeping her hands over the front of my leathers, and squeezing my cock through the fabric, making me groan and lean into her.
I whispered in her ear how much she was turning me on, and I asked for her to squeeze even harder on my dick, which she managed very well, even through the tough material.
Jill glanced at me smiling, and told me how much she loves holding my cock, and how wet her panties are for doing this in PUBLIC!
I told Jill how sexy she is, and that I love her even more for her confidence, and for being so slutty!
With a twinkle in her eye, she used her other free hand to grab my belt, and pulled me closer to her so I was really squished up against her sweet body.
As the lights of the venue begun to lower, and the tightly packed crowd was submerged in darkness, all of our lewd behaviour was far greater concealed, and all of my attention was focused on Jill's frisky fingers, that tugged and manipulated my swollen penis.
“Do you like me doing this baby? Does it really get you so turned on when other guys touch your slutty wife?”, Jill asked as her head tilted backwards, and rested on my shoulder, whilst I felt her ass pressing against my crotch, and rhythmically swirling around my erection with alternating upward pumps, and long slow downward grinds as she positioned me between her ass cheeks, right to the point that the ridge caused by my thickening pole had Jill's skirt fully risen up.
“You know it's such a thrill thinking about you flaunting your stunning body, and even letting others feel you up. Did they get any further than touching your cute tush?”, I enquired, hoping that the two guys had further exploration of her firm and supple assets.
“Unfortunately not honey, you came back far too soon, I did feel one of them edge towards my pussy though, and I really wanted him to do it.”, she divulged, blushing across the bridge of her nose from cheek to cheek.
“Ah fuck... My damn timing, I knew I caught something, I thought I saw their hands sliding out from under your skirt, but I had imagined it was just wishful thoughts, I wish I had spotted you and held back to watch!”, I confessed my disappointment to Jill.
“Well, you can always imagine that they did, I surely will, and maybe I can make it up to you, so you don't feel you've missed out on too much this night.”, Jill whispered over her shoulder to me as she unzipped my crotch and quickly burrowed her hand into my leathers, then teasingly stroked the skin of my cock with her fingertips.
“Fuck, honey, what are you up to?”, I croaked from the astonishment of having Jill caress my throbbing meat.
“Just having a little fun, and pleasing my sexy hubby for being the coolest.”, she responded, prior to wrapping those same fingers around the base of my shaft, drawing a groan from within me as she squeezed on my erection, causing carnal pangs to surge from my groin and throughout my body.
Shockingly in a swift motion Jill astounded me even more by pulling out my entire length, tucking it directly between her soft burning thighs.
I was perturb and just stood motionlessly behind her, taking quick glances from side to side, checking for any expressions of outrage or bewilderment, from any of the people pressing firmly around our embracing bodies. No one showed any sighs of such, luckily the band had just walked on so for the greater majority the focus and attention was directed to the stage, although a few sidelong peeks were made towards my alluring wife in her teasing outfit from some of the guys beside us.
With the constant attempts to jostle us away from our popular positions, my cunning cutie had procured for us, I feared that my erection would spring free and become exposed, even though Jill had ensured that it was kept out of sight. Yet anxiously I gripped Jill's waist hard and unflinchingly. The firmness of my grasp provoked her to buckle and melt in my arms, she purred against me, her scent filling my aura and intoxicating my wits, and I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the radiating heat coming from Jill's satin panties.
I held steady with my cock pressing against Jill's moist crotch, the sensation and daring of her actions blew my mind, producing precum to seep up my shaft, leak out on to my foreskin, and further spilling on to Jill's legs as she squeezed them tighter together to camp onto my rod, which made her noticeably quiver as I held her to my body.
I soon got over my shock and with the blood now fully sunken to my groin I had little control over my own actions, and blissfully began to slowly push my cock back and fourth between Jill's thighs, as the crowd began to bump and grind about us.
The feeling of my foreskin being drawn back, exposing my helmet as it crushed against Jill's twitching enveloped pussy sent tingles down my shaft and throughout my being.
My thrusts automatically became longer and harder, holding her more firmly and closer in my arms. Noone still seemed to have noticed so far, so in a quick daring move, I released my hold on Jill's waist and slid my hands down and under my wife's skirt. Taking a brief moment to enjoy stroking and kneading her soft juicy bottom (just like her acquaintances had done), before I begun to tug at her little black panties with white lacing, covering the seams to give them that classic French maid look. With my fingers running along those same lacy seams, reaching the top, I started to inch them down, just low enough so I could slip my meaty shaft over the waist band, and right under her smooth, plump and soaking pussy lips.
The heat radiating from her little wound caused my cock to twitch and pump furthermore, Jill's moans hummed in my ear as I wedged my helmet between her drenched and puffy folds of skin, curbing my enthusiasm to penetrate into her dark wet depths. However, after only seconds of nudging at her invitingly moist hole, I couldn't bare not being inside her any longer, yet biding my time, I positioned myself at her opening, waiting for the calculated moment to come.
Shortly it came...
Holding steady the hardened dome of my cock against Jill's soft, plump pussy lips, was a feet of will-power. Excruciatingly so, for when I felt the warm juices of her honeypot trickle down my frenum, a small spurt of precum discharged, as my cock jerked at her opening, I had to buck my hips backwards to avoid entering her any deeper and in doing so my helmet came away from her clenching lips. That was when an expected surge of the crowd pulsed into us; a huge wave of heavily intoxicated cheering fans bound into me at the exact instant I had waited for, providing the desired force to thrust deep and hard in my wife's covering quim. My fat purple mushroom savagely split Jill's pussy lips apart, and impaled her on my rigid spear.
I heared a faint gasp utter from Jill's lips, and instinctively she grasped onto the railings as the combined weight of my body, and the hundreds of fans forced me hard inside her, stretching her pussy wide open. Instantly Jill's juices flooded over my helmet, seeping out of her filled channel, and dribbled down onto my tightening nutsack.
Using every wave of the crowd as an aid and cover to pump my pulsing rod into her tight slit with greater intensity, I delved far deeper and more forcibly into Jill's wet cavern than ever before. Her pussy clamping onto my cock felt agonizingly delightful. Savouring the tightness of her little hole, I swirled my cock around inside her, concentrating on feeling all the walls of her pussy, as the crowd ebbed and swayed along with the first song.
Feeling very impressed with our discreet and sneaky fuck, I really took my time with every stroke, stuffing her more fiercely with each inch of my pulsating pole.
As the third song began to play, it just passed my wondering mind what was the second song the band had just performed, when I felt Jill's soaking cunny begin to snap hard and tightly onto my ridged shaft: “I'm cumming baby...Ahhh,”, quietly cried Jill, as she threw her head back onto my neck, with her mouth wide open whilst her whole body shook, and melted in my arms.
The tremendous pressure on my cock from her orgasm caused a chain reaction to my balls, and with deep clenches I suddenly felt the first dose of spunk rising up my shaft.
Pulling out quickly, as the ecstasy of my cum bursting forth came over me, I started to spray all over Jill's continually trembling pussy, causing my cream to drip into her already juice soaked panties. I proceeded to massage my spunk coated mushroom between her hot ass cheeks, smearing my spunk all over her bum and on the inside of her skirt, the fabric stuck to my throbbing helmet as it twitched the last drops of fluid from within my shaft.
I held onto Jill tightly to hide my semi stiff dick, before sneakily tucking it back inside my trousers, whilst Jill discreetly pulled her panties back up, telling me how good they feel on, drenched in my cum as she turned and kissed me deeply.
The rest of the gig was highly uneventful, after our own little performance, yet they played very well and the rest of the crowd seemed to have enjoyed it. Time flew pretty quickly and it didn’t seem all too long before the crowd were chanting “Encore!”, as the band left the stage.
Within only minutes passing by, they returned and, as the crowd quietened to allow the singer to introduce the upcoming song, Jill whispered to me... “Encore, honey?”.
Her smile said more than enough... I knew she wasn't talking about the band's expected return at all. That was soon confirmed, as I felt her juices swarm all over my cock again, when I found myself slipping deep inside her, for the second time at that gig.
Fortunately, when we arrived the supporting act was on their last song, and how glad were we to miss their full set list, especially judging by their exiting track!
We decided that I had plenty of time to go to the bar, and get us some drinks, before the main band came on. The anticipation was building within the venue under the expectancy of the upcoming act, and Jill, not being an exception, was dying to get down to the front. With the bar starting to get swamped by the thirsty locusts of black PVC and leather cladded Metal/Industrial fans, I offered to go get our drinks due to the possible long wait, so with a wet kiss and stroke of my wife's pert bum, I left Jill to do her magic of procuring front row positions, which she had a great track record of achieving.
Ever aware that any guy would just let her slim alluring figure, barge and squeeze in beside them, not caring about having just been jolted out of the way by a pretty pale skinned girlie, with raven dark pixie hair and big doe-like peepers.
They would just be happy and content to have her standing beside them as an object of their attention, unashamed of any obvious stares they make, whilst imagining stripping my sultry wife, and fucking her mentally in an array of uncompromising positions.
That line of thought always spurred my cock to twitch and pulsate, I could feel the blood rush down my body and start to inflate my penis, so my focus was drawn to watching Jill squirm her way through the crowd. Jill's soft tush and pert breasts being pressed, and rubbed up against the other people in the auditorium is such a turn on, and seeing her little black and white tartan skirt ride further up her legs, baring her smooth thighs, and the rising curve of her ass, brought on an mental erection. Quickly followed by an increased swelling in my leathers, and I found myself having to readjust my cock to a more comfortable position. I tried to do so discreetly, but Jill caught me touching my aching groin as I rearranged and the shock on her face, swiftly changed to a cheeky wink and a luscious flick of her glistening tongue, causing my cock to swell in size and harden to the point of obvious excitement on my part.
With a pleased look and a blown kiss, Jill disappeared into the crowd. Only the sight of her obscured by the crowd, allowed me to break from my increasingly dirty thoughts, and turn my attention to getting our drinks.
Being pleasantly surprised the bar wasn't that swarmed after all, I moved awkwardly towards it at first, due to being quite aware of my wood showing, as I had opted out of wearing underwear this evening.
Luckily, it was more closely packed with few people there at the bar so no one could notice my exposed glory, giving me greater comfort, yet arousing me all the more at the same time, with the taboo of exhibiting so much of my excitement in such a way.
The bore of monotonously pigeon stepping my way to the counter, along with the other customers, only drove me to more erotic musings whilst I waited. Thoughts of Jill in the crowd right now, being 'accidentally' pressed into by some guys from behind, popped up in my mind, sending the flow of blood straight to my cock as I envisioned Jill raising her tush, so their crotch could rest just under her sweet cheeks, in so allowing my little minx to pretend that she doesn't notice their attention, and also for her to rub her little mound on their thickening bulge.
As I came within a row of two people ahead of me in line for drinks, I found myself soon behind a set of pretty Punk/Goth styled European girls, one with black and blue highlighted hair and the other completely bleached platinum, probably between the ages of 18-22, both had a multitude of piercings in their ears, noses, lips and eyebrows, along with an array of tattoos.
The one with platinum coloured hair had what seemed to be a vine like tattoo, snaking down from her neck, and seemingly across the side of her breast and possibly down her ribs. She was wearing a pair of high heeled, black leather boots, making her quite petite, as still the top of her head came only up to my chin. As well as donning a black frilly skirt under a net petticoat, worn over a pair of torn tights, and an off the shoulder long sleeved shirt, with a corset cinching in her already tiny waist, pushing out her small breasts. She looked pretty hot in her little outfit. She had looked over her shoulder twice since I arrived in the queue, and we had shared a look and even a smile on the second occasion.
Quite quickly I found her being dragged into my erotic thoughts too, especially due to wanting to find out how much of her body is covered with ink. Although they were speaking quite loudly to one another, I was unable to understand their conversation, as they spoke very quickly, and had an accent that was difficult to follow, definitely of a northern region.
As my ears became accustomed to their speech, they were rudely interrupted, as the guy in front, when finally served and now received his drinks, spun carelessly around, using his elbows to plough the people behind out of his way unapologetically, and nudged the girls in front of me harshly, in the process, knocking the platinum haired girl off balance, making her fall in my direction.
Instinctively my hands rose to support her arms as she fell precariously backwards, she steadied herself against the palms of my hands and, grasping onto my hips and thigh, she began to right herself. She seemed about to express her thanks, when on turning she lost grip on her heels and then again fell on me, this time causing me to almost fall too.
So there I was, in a half squat, and to my embarrassment with a girl in almost the exact manor I was earlier fantasizing my sexy wife in; with her body cradled in my arms, and with my hard-on pressed against the small of her back and her ass cheeks.
Hearing her gasps as her soft cheeks squished against my groin, I quickly righted her and moved swiftly a step backwards, fearing her retaliation, even though I'd happily enjoyed the moment to have lingered.
However, once steady footed, she turned and faced me, her gaze lowering to my crotch and raising up to meet my eyes. She smiled wickedly and said: “Thank you”.
Stumbling over my own words I replied with “You're welcome”.
“What a jerk! Huh?”, she said in an European accent, with her eyes still wandering down to the bulge in my trousers. And mine flowing down to her bosom.
Coming closer and getting on tiptoes she whispered in my ear: “Do you like what you see”, making my face heat with embarrassment of being caught out. Yet I quickly recovered and whispered back to her: ''I do...Very nice, you have beautiful skin. And what about you?” I chuckled, realizing that she too should be somewhat embarrassed with her stares at my body, but seeing she wasn't at all ashamed, my confidence bloomed and I continued: “You’ve had more than a look”, ensuring she recalled all too well her own gazing eyes at my crotch just seconds earlier.
She in return blushed, and gave a slight giggle before tugging at my shirt to indicate for me to bend down, so she could again whisper in my ear:
“Oh I have, I felt it too!”. She laughed as her voice echoed in my ear: “Very nice too...Tell me, does it always go around in such a state?”.
“Not always, but I must say pretty often”, I laughed at my own joke, and fortunately she did too.
It was then that her companion turned to face us from the bar and passed on a drink to her friend whilst smiling at me. She spoke very quickly in her language to her friend.
Then my new acquaintance said to me: “It looks like your turn now!”.
“Thanks”, I replied and then stepped aside for them to pass by. Yet before the platinum haired girl walked away, she said: “Thanks again for saving me from dropping on my ass”, she then reached up and with planting a kiss on my cheek, added: “Although it might have been a softer landing if you had let me fall.”.
Smiling, she gave me a wink, before moving away with her friend, whom she had obviously translated her last comment to, which resulted in a burst of giggling from them both.
I admit, it took me a brief moment to figure out what had been said, then chuckling to myself I propped up against the bar to order drinks for myself and Jill. Looking over my shoulder, I caught the girl doing the same, she gave a little wave before disappearing into the crowd.
After obtaining our beverages, I squeezed and excused my way through the mass of leather outfits and tattooed skin, towards the front. I had just reached the second line of the horde, to make a quick search for Jill, when I suddenly felt a roaming hand pawing at my crotch. Instantly I knew she was just in front of two very tall guys that I found myself standing behind.
Jill turned to them, spoke a few words and indicted my presence, they turned their heads to look down at me, before turning aside to offer me a space next to my wife, each giving me a slight grin and a nod of the head. It appeared that Jill had struck up some sort of conversation with them earlier, as hardly a word passed between them, yet I was expected, and their looks at my wife seemed to say that some sort of a moment had been shared with them all.
This feeling was strengthen by me noticing that Jill's skirt swung momentarily, and their hands closest to her body were swiftly pocketed upon my arrival, and the looks on their faces, almost of disappointment, had all been caught in my peripheral view, I thought, but I put it down to my imagination as the auditorium was dark, and the movement was so slight it could have easily been a flight of fancy on my part, having just come from my recent encounter.
We had a little wait for the forthcoming band, which we passed by drinking our drinks and having small talk with Jill's new found acquaintances, but the talk ran pretty thin after exchanging names, and a few compliments on Jill's outfit, ending with the 'all too well' known statement that I'm a lucky guy, which I normally get from the guys that come in contact with Jill.
When I felt that the pleasantries had passed, I pulled Jill in closer to me and started reciting my little encounter to her, as I knew she would enjoy hearing it.
This retelling got Jill very excited, and I soon found her hands roaming over my arms and chest. But shortly her caresses travelled further down, settling at my crotch, where she began to cup my balls, giving them gentle tugs and squeezes over my leather trousers.
“Can you see her?”, Jill asked, but even with stretching my neck behind the two pillars of men, that gave my darling wife and myself these great positions, I was unable to catch sight of the girlie.
“Sorry hon, no luck.”, I replied.
“Oh well, maybe you'll see her when we leave... Let me know if you do”, Jill requested as she shrugged.
“Of course I will baby”, I said, “Tell me, my sweet, how were you able to get these guys to give up such a fantastic spot?”, I questioned my resourceful wife, although having a good clue about the answer she would give. Yet, I was curious for the whole story, and her exact answer.
I witnessed then one of the most cheekiest smiles I've ever seen on Jill's face, just before she dropped her head, and shyly muttered a distinctly unbelievable reply:
“Ah well, you know, I just asked politely”, before hugging me close to her petite body, and burying her face into my chest in a lame attempt to further hide any giving expression.
But with a little thought on my part, and with Jill giving away a lot in her reaction, the puzzle pieces came together.
Now being able to trust what I thought I caught sight of, I enquired if she had been naughty, and that if our great position to the stage was maybe due to a slight offering on her part.
Her eyes flashed straight at mine, likely to gauge my reaction to figuring out what might have had occurred in my absence. My smile appeared to reassure her, as she brought her lips to my ear whilst still pressing her bosom into me, and told me how she had gotten her way through the crowd with a few bumps and apologies, but found herself against these guys, and could not see anything or find any way around them, so she thought that, if she'd ask them politely, they may let her in the front, out of kindness.
Which they did after a fashion, and after passing a few incoherent words to one another, which Jill noticed and it made her feel a little suspicious at first.
Then she said: “They parted, and made no qualm about it, however only the shortest of moments passed before one of them asked me if I was by myself'. I thought then, that my suspicions were right.”, she explained, “But, I told them the truth and said that you were getting us some drinks, and would soon come and find me.”
“How did they take it?”, I asked.
“Well, they expressed a sort of exaggerated indignance, and tusked to each other...but I asked if it's still okay that they'd let me pass, along with you coming to join us, and they agreed it was alright. It did feel like they were... despite my offer to move... getting short changed, and I don't know why, but I asked if there was anything that I could do to make up for it”.
Jill told me then that she caught the wink shared between them both, and realised that she might have just put her foot right in it, with that retort.
“They told me not to look so worried, I tried to protest that I wasn't, but it appeared that I didn't cover my surprise too well...” she then carried on: “You see the guy to your left, the one with the bald head and greying beard, he put his hand on my shoulder and bent down to whisper in my ear, telling me that I was the most attractive woman here! Of course I thought, he's so lying, yet I don't know why... for he's really not even my type and all... but him telling me that, and maybe the grasp he had on my shoulder, actually made my legs weak... And it got me a little wet!”, Jill giggled at that last sentence, making her face glow and beam with beauty, and I kissed her once on each cheek, telling her how cute she is. She smiled, and continued:
“I thanked him of course, although shamefully blushing at his comment, and then asked him what it is I could possibly do in return for them making space for me and my husband, which I made sure they both heard. He quickly told me that they would only like to feel me up a bit before you came to find me. That really threw me, yet I managed to tell them, that I really wasn't sure about that, and that someone might see”, Jill told me before exclaiming how much she felt like a slut for that last sentence!
“Oh honey, you must think the worst of me!”, she stated, but I assured her that wasn't the case and urged her to continue with what happened, feeling my cock strain terribly in her grasp.
We kissed for a moment, one arm over my shoulders and the other hand of Jill's still clutching at my shaft, and squeezing firmly at my balls till they ached, whilst I let my hands fall to her waist, then down to her pert butt, giving it a squeeze. Breaking our smooching, I again urged her to continue with her re-encountment.
She took a deep breath, before bring her lips up to my ear to whisper: “I love you”.
I returned the sentiment and held her tightly till she spoke, saying:
“Then they said that they wouldn't go too far with touching me, but getting a feel of my body would really make their night.”
I laughed out loud, although not all too shocked with their request - I would have dared to ask for the same.
“Ha! I know they were making all that shit up”, Jill said “Yet it's still nice to be wanted, so I agreed! I couldn't believe it honey, but I thought, fuck it, I know you wouldn't be jealous, in fact I thought you would be proud of me!?”.
“I am, my love, that's for sure, you are too cool, and so sexy... So did they?”, I asked.
“At first they were very nervous, but as soon as the guy on my left took courage and started to stroke my back, the other guy, who barely spoke, went straight to my arse.”.
“It's always the quiet ones that are the worst!'”I retorted, “So, how was it?”, I asked.
“It actually really freaked me out at first, especially in this crowd, I felt my body freeze as their hands touched me, and I was really stiff, but no one noticed, I think, I did look around but it really didn't seem that anyone could see them doing it. I do admit, I would have liked to have seen your face finding me with these two huge guys, and with their hands all over my bum!”, she said with the cattiest of smiles.
“I'm sure you would have, you little tease!”, I replied whilst applying a firm kiss to the top of her head: “Please continue honey, you are getting me turned on.” I confessed.
“Oh really, I had hoped you wouldn't have minded, and I can see you definitely don't!”, she replied as she groped my increasing bulge.
Our conversation was suddenly disrupted as the stage erupted with a deafening roar from the speakers, indicating that the main band were soon to come on. Jill turned to face the stage whilst still keeping her hands over the front of my leathers, and squeezing my cock through the fabric, making me groan and lean into her.
I whispered in her ear how much she was turning me on, and I asked for her to squeeze even harder on my dick, which she managed very well, even through the tough material.
Jill glanced at me smiling, and told me how much she loves holding my cock, and how wet her panties are for doing this in PUBLIC!
I told Jill how sexy she is, and that I love her even more for her confidence, and for being so slutty!
With a twinkle in her eye, she used her other free hand to grab my belt, and pulled me closer to her so I was really squished up against her sweet body.
As the lights of the venue begun to lower, and the tightly packed crowd was submerged in darkness, all of our lewd behaviour was far greater concealed, and all of my attention was focused on Jill's frisky fingers, that tugged and manipulated my swollen penis.
“Do you like me doing this baby? Does it really get you so turned on when other guys touch your slutty wife?”, Jill asked as her head tilted backwards, and rested on my shoulder, whilst I felt her ass pressing against my crotch, and rhythmically swirling around my erection with alternating upward pumps, and long slow downward grinds as she positioned me between her ass cheeks, right to the point that the ridge caused by my thickening pole had Jill's skirt fully risen up.
“You know it's such a thrill thinking about you flaunting your stunning body, and even letting others feel you up. Did they get any further than touching your cute tush?”, I enquired, hoping that the two guys had further exploration of her firm and supple assets.
“Unfortunately not honey, you came back far too soon, I did feel one of them edge towards my pussy though, and I really wanted him to do it.”, she divulged, blushing across the bridge of her nose from cheek to cheek.
“Ah fuck... My damn timing, I knew I caught something, I thought I saw their hands sliding out from under your skirt, but I had imagined it was just wishful thoughts, I wish I had spotted you and held back to watch!”, I confessed my disappointment to Jill.
“Well, you can always imagine that they did, I surely will, and maybe I can make it up to you, so you don't feel you've missed out on too much this night.”, Jill whispered over her shoulder to me as she unzipped my crotch and quickly burrowed her hand into my leathers, then teasingly stroked the skin of my cock with her fingertips.
“Fuck, honey, what are you up to?”, I croaked from the astonishment of having Jill caress my throbbing meat.
“Just having a little fun, and pleasing my sexy hubby for being the coolest.”, she responded, prior to wrapping those same fingers around the base of my shaft, drawing a groan from within me as she squeezed on my erection, causing carnal pangs to surge from my groin and throughout my body.
Shockingly in a swift motion Jill astounded me even more by pulling out my entire length, tucking it directly between her soft burning thighs.
I was perturb and just stood motionlessly behind her, taking quick glances from side to side, checking for any expressions of outrage or bewilderment, from any of the people pressing firmly around our embracing bodies. No one showed any sighs of such, luckily the band had just walked on so for the greater majority the focus and attention was directed to the stage, although a few sidelong peeks were made towards my alluring wife in her teasing outfit from some of the guys beside us.
With the constant attempts to jostle us away from our popular positions, my cunning cutie had procured for us, I feared that my erection would spring free and become exposed, even though Jill had ensured that it was kept out of sight. Yet anxiously I gripped Jill's waist hard and unflinchingly. The firmness of my grasp provoked her to buckle and melt in my arms, she purred against me, her scent filling my aura and intoxicating my wits, and I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the radiating heat coming from Jill's satin panties.
I held steady with my cock pressing against Jill's moist crotch, the sensation and daring of her actions blew my mind, producing precum to seep up my shaft, leak out on to my foreskin, and further spilling on to Jill's legs as she squeezed them tighter together to camp onto my rod, which made her noticeably quiver as I held her to my body.
I soon got over my shock and with the blood now fully sunken to my groin I had little control over my own actions, and blissfully began to slowly push my cock back and fourth between Jill's thighs, as the crowd began to bump and grind about us.
The feeling of my foreskin being drawn back, exposing my helmet as it crushed against Jill's twitching enveloped pussy sent tingles down my shaft and throughout my being.
My thrusts automatically became longer and harder, holding her more firmly and closer in my arms. Noone still seemed to have noticed so far, so in a quick daring move, I released my hold on Jill's waist and slid my hands down and under my wife's skirt. Taking a brief moment to enjoy stroking and kneading her soft juicy bottom (just like her acquaintances had done), before I begun to tug at her little black panties with white lacing, covering the seams to give them that classic French maid look. With my fingers running along those same lacy seams, reaching the top, I started to inch them down, just low enough so I could slip my meaty shaft over the waist band, and right under her smooth, plump and soaking pussy lips.
The heat radiating from her little wound caused my cock to twitch and pump furthermore, Jill's moans hummed in my ear as I wedged my helmet between her drenched and puffy folds of skin, curbing my enthusiasm to penetrate into her dark wet depths. However, after only seconds of nudging at her invitingly moist hole, I couldn't bare not being inside her any longer, yet biding my time, I positioned myself at her opening, waiting for the calculated moment to come.
Shortly it came...
Holding steady the hardened dome of my cock against Jill's soft, plump pussy lips, was a feet of will-power. Excruciatingly so, for when I felt the warm juices of her honeypot trickle down my frenum, a small spurt of precum discharged, as my cock jerked at her opening, I had to buck my hips backwards to avoid entering her any deeper and in doing so my helmet came away from her clenching lips. That was when an expected surge of the crowd pulsed into us; a huge wave of heavily intoxicated cheering fans bound into me at the exact instant I had waited for, providing the desired force to thrust deep and hard in my wife's covering quim. My fat purple mushroom savagely split Jill's pussy lips apart, and impaled her on my rigid spear.
I heared a faint gasp utter from Jill's lips, and instinctively she grasped onto the railings as the combined weight of my body, and the hundreds of fans forced me hard inside her, stretching her pussy wide open. Instantly Jill's juices flooded over my helmet, seeping out of her filled channel, and dribbled down onto my tightening nutsack.
Using every wave of the crowd as an aid and cover to pump my pulsing rod into her tight slit with greater intensity, I delved far deeper and more forcibly into Jill's wet cavern than ever before. Her pussy clamping onto my cock felt agonizingly delightful. Savouring the tightness of her little hole, I swirled my cock around inside her, concentrating on feeling all the walls of her pussy, as the crowd ebbed and swayed along with the first song.
Feeling very impressed with our discreet and sneaky fuck, I really took my time with every stroke, stuffing her more fiercely with each inch of my pulsating pole.
As the third song began to play, it just passed my wondering mind what was the second song the band had just performed, when I felt Jill's soaking cunny begin to snap hard and tightly onto my ridged shaft: “I'm cumming baby...Ahhh,”, quietly cried Jill, as she threw her head back onto my neck, with her mouth wide open whilst her whole body shook, and melted in my arms.
The tremendous pressure on my cock from her orgasm caused a chain reaction to my balls, and with deep clenches I suddenly felt the first dose of spunk rising up my shaft.
Pulling out quickly, as the ecstasy of my cum bursting forth came over me, I started to spray all over Jill's continually trembling pussy, causing my cream to drip into her already juice soaked panties. I proceeded to massage my spunk coated mushroom between her hot ass cheeks, smearing my spunk all over her bum and on the inside of her skirt, the fabric stuck to my throbbing helmet as it twitched the last drops of fluid from within my shaft.
I held onto Jill tightly to hide my semi stiff dick, before sneakily tucking it back inside my trousers, whilst Jill discreetly pulled her panties back up, telling me how good they feel on, drenched in my cum as she turned and kissed me deeply.
The rest of the gig was highly uneventful, after our own little performance, yet they played very well and the rest of the crowd seemed to have enjoyed it. Time flew pretty quickly and it didn’t seem all too long before the crowd were chanting “Encore!”, as the band left the stage.
Within only minutes passing by, they returned and, as the crowd quietened to allow the singer to introduce the upcoming song, Jill whispered to me... “Encore, honey?”.
Her smile said more than enough... I knew she wasn't talking about the band's expected return at all. That was soon confirmed, as I felt her juices swarm all over my cock again, when I found myself slipping deep inside her, for the second time at that gig.
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