Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Summary: A woman has a sexual encounter with a twist during a rock concert. The husband has to watch all the time. Getting out isn't easy, either. Keywords: voy, exhib, MF, M+F Author: Karl P. Dahl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your jurisdiction and act accordingly. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real persons or events are purely coincidental. Copyright (C) 2002 Karl P. Dahl. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the Internet, provided (a) you do not make any modifications to the story (b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the author's email address (c) you do not charge readers to access this story If you distribute this story, please send me an email and tell me where you posted it. Feedback is most welcome! To contact me, send your email to kpdahl@gmail.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This marvelous experience happened a couple of months ago when my wife Laura and I were at a rock concert at our favorite club. We hade gone there to see a local band that had gotten some hype in the press, and as we both like to go out and listen to music, this club had been a kind of favorite place. What's more, the new management of the club had consistently arranged good concerts, so it was almost as if you could go there no matter what band played there. We were far from alone in discovering this, so the club was crowded. Wild assortments of more or less black-clad youths were in there shouting, screaming and jumping even before the band had even started. And then there were we, or so it felt. Both above thirty, we had started to feel a slight reservation against our younger fellows, even though we had been among them only a couple of years ago. Still, we liked to wear black clothes; "Black goes with everything - at least everything black" I think Neil Gaiman once said. How true. And, being steady visitors, we had found what we thought was the perfect spot in the club to watch the concert. Almost at the far back, right next to a supporting pillar, we got a good view of the scene while still staying a bit on our own. Right next to us, no one would stand, as that space was blocked by the mixer table a bit further up front. So there we stood as the concert began. After a few songs, we realized that this band was worth the hype: they were really good. The other audience caught on as well, and soon the front rows were jumping and swaying more than ever. From our secluded spot, we could still enjoy the concert like we wanted, without getting disturbed. Still, the beer ran through me, and halfway through the concert I realized I had to go to the men's room. I leaned against my wife, told her and gave her a quick kiss. Then I left. As usual, there was a queue, so I had to wait a while to finish my job, and then went straight back to my wife. It all took about five minutes, give or take a few. Standing right next to her, whispered to her that I was back. She looked to me in astonishment, "Just now?" she said. I got a bit baffled by that response. "Yeah, why?" She looked over the shoulder. "Are you sure?" "No, come to think about it, I peed in my pants right here - of course I'm sure!" Laura is in no way stupid, so I couldn't understand why she would ask such a dumb question. A quick smile ran over her face at my answer before she returned to the area of concern. "Then... Then who's been caressing me the whole time?" That made me even more astonished. "You mean touching you? Well, not I, for certain. I would have loved to, but as I said, had 'prior arrangements'" "You're kidding me!" she smiled at me, but when she saw my face, she knew it was true - and I saw in her face that she wasn't joking, either. "Somebody started stroking me along my back almost just after you were gone, in a good way. I thought it was you getting back really soon, so I 'encouraged' it." "So you liked it?" I asked. "Yeah, but only because I thought it was you. He - it must have been a he - ran his thumb along my spine just like you use to do, and after a while ran his fingers along my sides." She seemed warmed only by thinking of it, even now when she knew it had been a stranger. The band started playing a new song, and we both quieted to return to the music. I immediately caught on and would have forgotten the whole strange situation if it wasn't for Laura tugging me quietly in the arm after only half of the song. "It's started again!" she said as silent as she could. "Somebody is caressing my back" I immediately glanced behind her, and saw it was true. Someone was gently stroking my wife along her spine down towards her butt. I saw that it was a he, but he was wearing a hooded jacket, so I could not make out who it was. My first reaction was naturally to say to this guy to go stuff himself somewhere, but then I saw my wife's expression, and saw that she had closed her eyes. She was enjoying it! Right there, the devil (or my inner voice) told me to hold a little. Instead, I asked my wife if I should make him stop. "Hmm? Not for my sake" was the answer. "If you want to, then do it" I decided to let our secret companion go on for a while. "Tell me when you want him to stop, then" "Yeah..." she answered, sounding dreamy. She clearly didn't mind somebody other than me touching her in public! I had a quick thought if I should get angry over her reaction, but thought that if I hadn't gotten angry about it by now, there would be no reason to try to find a 'logical' anger. That's when I decided to raise the stakes. "Alright, I'll let him go on. But you've got to do something for me: tell me what he's doing to you - I can't stand watch it" "Uhm... right" she said while holding I moan as I took one step forward. So there I stood, only one step in front of my wife, trying to look as if I watched the concert, while I secretly tried to listen to every sound from behind. The other crowd just in front of me hadn't noticed, at least. "He's caressing my bum now," my wife told me soon after, "with both hands. Oh, that's goood..." I tensed a little more, imagining the stranger's hands on my wife's lovely bottom. "My hips, that's right," she said into the air. I know it sounds ridiculous considering being at a rock concert, but I could almost swear I heard skin moving over the thin dress covering those lovely hips. Not long after, the next step was taken; "Oh, my god!" I heard my wife say, and I turned my head to look. What I saw almost made intervene. The stranger's hands were moving in front of my wife now, and what's more, he had moved up closed behind her. He was now standing right behind her, with his still covered face right next to hers. It seemed he was breathing towards her ear. But when I looked at my wife and saw the pleasured look on here, it was nothing I could do. With eyes still closed, and breathing heavily, she expressed true delight. The stranger became more and more straightforward. "Ahhh... He's on to my breasts now!" my wife almost shouted. And true to her word, both hands cupped and squeezed her breasts from outside her dress, before slowly moving down her chest and belly. My wife expressed lovely little sighs of pleasure all time, each one of them taking away some of the angst I felt for watching somebody being on her. At her belly, the hands circled there for a while in larger and larger circles that soon got to cover both hips and upper parts of the pubic area. It didn't take long before the stranger found that the buttons up front of my wife's belly easily could be opened. One by one in a rapid way, he opened them at the tummy and the hands dove into bare skin. "Mmmm..." Laura said, not aware that I looked at her, "He's opened my dress!" Let me pause here for a moment to describe that lovely piece of clothing Laura was wearing that evening: all black, as I had said, it was a one-part dress with buttons up front down to the waist and ending in a tight skirt going down half her thighs. It was one of her more beautiful, and made a perfect match with her body. (I'll come to why I'm describing it in imperfect.) The stranger seemed to become more and more eager at what treasure he had found, and wanted to get more of it. So, the rest of the buttons all they way up to the hem were quickly parted, and with that, Laura's torso and bra became visible from underneath. The hands didn't stay one moment outside, and soon only the thin fabric of bra was the only thing between them and the breasts. Laura gasped and opened her eyes, immediately catching mine. The true pleasure in those wide-open green jewels blew away the only part of me that was agony of this sight; seeing my wife having the time of her life - even if it was in the hands of a stranger - gave me instant joy and excitement. She looked me in the eyes all the time while the stranger fondled her, step by step exposing her beautiful body. At that moment, I think I somewhere realized that this was going too far; no way this was ordinary 'making out' - this guy didn't know how to stop. But when I tried to amass some strength and take control of the situation, I found that I couldn't. Perhaps the scene was too beautiful or my wife expressing too much joy. Perhaps I secretly had dreamed of such a scene, with my wife being slowly uncovered in front of me. All the folk around us didn't matter one bit right now. Because that was what was happening: the bra's clasps were at the front, and the stranger took advantage of that soon enough. With expert's swiftness, the bra was opened and my wife's breasts got free of their 'prison'. For a second, I could enjoy those lovely shapes in the soft light of the club as the hands parted the dress and bra that still partly covered them. But hungry as ever, the hands were over them again right after. The stranger breathed heavily into my wife's ear at the same time as he kneaded the bulbs and twitched the nipples lightly. The scene was amazing, but I got a bit stressed of the fact that the whole club in theory could see my wife. Not that anybody other than me did see, I distantly registered the wildness of the crowd behind me. Laura also realized the crowd, but in her own way. Still halfway in another world she tugged my arm and made me stand right in front of her, thus covering the scene from the surrounding people. Not a second too soon, we both realized, as the stranger made a new move. He ducked behind Laura and let his hands slide down to the thighs. Her upper body would have been visible to everyone were it not for me. I could clearly see her excitement, both on the face and on how swollen her nipples were. Then, the stranger's head ducked underneath the skirt at the same time as his hands. "His tongue!" my wife said in an exasperated voice, "He's licking me!" The rest of the sentence disappeared in a heavy inhale of air - apparently, she could hardly control her breath of the sensation she felt. The stranger's hands moved to her right thigh, and took hold of that leg's stay-up. Slowly moving it down inch by inch, he let his tongue follow it down naked skin, all the way to the ankle. There, he lifted her foot and removed first her shoe and the stocking. Laura got a bit out of balance, but the stranger helped her regain it. Right after, the left leg was given the same procedure. Not before long, her shoes and stay-ups lay on the concrete floor next to her. I looked my wife into the eyes, and we both realized that he now no only was exposing her, he had started undressing her! The look in Laura's eyes told me she thought the same as me: this needed to be stopped before it went too far. But almost as if the stranger knew that, he moved upwards before we had time to react. His hands moved up below her dress and pushed it up to just below the waist, and wasting no time, he threw his face in between her butt cheeks. Laura gasped of immediate pleasure, and I knew from the look of her face that he was onto her pussy. All doubt Laura might have felt only a second ago vanished into thin air. I, too stopped all thoughts in awe. This guy truly was a professional! Knowing that true pleasure comes from variation, he never stayed long at one place. Only moments after, he stood up again, right behind my mesmerized wife and only a few feet from me. His hood had fallen off his head, and I saw his face for the first time. He was in the 20's with reddish hair and a trimmed goat-beard. Nothing peculiar, I remember thinking. Then, at the same time as he caught my eyes, and he smiled to me as he took hold of Laura's dress at the shoulders and pulled downwards. Both dress and bra left Laura's upper body in one swift move. The bra fell to the floor, and the dress now hung limp along her waist. Both I and Laura gasped in chock at this sudden move. I immediately became conscious of the fact that I had been wrong before, thinking that she had been exposed. This was being exposed! Laura's naked upper body was all I could see, and her nipples stood out like never before, when the stranger grabbed one of them while the other moved to the crotch. At the same time, he licked her on the side of her neck. Laura could do nothing else than let out her first cry of orgasm as the hand moved underneath her panties and one finger entered her. The audience around screamed as well, but for other reasons. The word 'professional' go a new meaning with the stranger's next move. His lower hand left my wife's pussy and instead got a full grip of her panties. Then, in one move, he tugged at it hard at the same time as one foot gave Laura's right leg a push outwards. The fabrics of the panties could not hold for that, and broke instantly, simultaneously with the parting of the legs. Directly after that, the hand went into the crotch again. It all happened so fast, that I almost didn't catch it; only by watching what was left of the panties falling down on the floor made me grasp the fact that my wife was almost all but completely naked in a crowded room. Only the dress, where the upper part hand limp, and the skirt was drawn up above her butt covered her divine body by now. Not that she no longer seemed to care about this, in fact she leaned forward as the hands dove into her moist flesh and let her hands rest on my shoulders, panting and screaming on her way to the next sensation. I watched her breast dangle slightly in front of me and unconsciously took hold of one and squeezed it. It was then I became aware of the fact that the music had silenced. The band had stopped playing. When my wife and our 'companion' also noticed that the moment after, they stopped in their tracks as well. The situation was tense, to say the least. My wife standing there almost naked, being fingered to orgasm after orgasm while everyone around able to watch. If the people started leaving now, our situation would be more than embarrassing, they would be tabloid-matter. But the crowd saved us once again. "WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE!" they started shouting almost immediately, and the stranger took that literally. Again, he moved fast; he took something out of his pocket, unbuttoned his baggy jeans and let the fall to the floor, drew down his briefs and let his rock-hard penis out. In an instant, he had produced a condom out of his hand and put it on. When I saw what was going to happen, my eyes bulged and my jaws dropped. There was nothing stopping this guy - he would fuck my wife in front of me and everyone else! Laura couldn't see this, but she saw my expression, and turned her head just in time too feel his hands once more on her hips and the cock as it plunged into her. She screamed and bit her lips at the same time. "Aaaahhh!" she spurted as he came all the way in, and her nails dugs deep into my shoulders. The music started behind me again, but I couldn't care less, as I watched the couple fuck right up front of me, the stranger still in his hooded jacket - but only that now - and Laura only with the left of her dress hanging around her waist. They fucked more and more rapidly now, and both panted and screamed in perfect sync. I felt my own penis trying to break through jeans and everything, begging, pleading to come out. Then, the stranger surprised us once more. His hands, still on the hips, took hold of Laura's dress and pulled it upwards. In one swoop it came all the way up, rising Laura somewhat upwards, making her hands leave me. The pull continued, and with that the dress followed all the way up over her head and arms and left her completely. With a victorious smile, the stranger threw it backwards to the floor. He then instantly grabbed Laura's hips and started pumping even more. My wife only half apprehended the situation, but I did. Nothing, not a single thread covered my wife beautiful forms from the surrounding potential watchers. Her shoes and stay-ups lay beside her along with her bra; the panties were ripped apart and lay a few feet to the right from her, and her dress had just been thrown back against the wall. All the while, a complete stranger kept fucking her vividly. What on earth could beat this? It soon became apparent that they were coming, both of them. Laura screamed and pushed towards her companion, who groaned in time for her pushes. Then with one final scream she gave away the last. "Aaaaaaaahhhh!!!" she shouted while she looked me in the eyes, and squeezed the dick inside with all her force. I knew what that meant; nothing could withstand it. The stranger stopped in his innermost position as he pumped his semen inside her. In that position they froze. We all fell silent, and stopped in our tracks, trying to recover. I looked at my wife and the guy, who still had his cock inside her. Then, Laura dropped to her knees and fell against me, completely exhausted. I watched in awe, the whole scene was so amazing; I thought I had seen it all. But I was wrong once more; the stranger had one final surprise up his sleeve. He got rid of the condom, drew up his jocks and pants and was ready to go while we still only stood there. Then he picked up the remains of Laura's clothes; the stay-ups, the bra and finally the dress from the back. Only the shoes and the useless leftovers of her panties were left on the floor. "Thanks. I'll keep these as a memory," he said to us holding up my wife's clothing. With this, he turned and quickly went for the exit. Laura had turned her head towards him when he spoke, and we both dropped our jaws at this completely unexpected move. I looked down on my wife dressed in he birthday-suite and she looked at me at he same time as the last act sunk into us. He planned on leaving Laura naked in a crowd of people that would turn towards us for the exit in only moments. That was a joke we didn't appreciate. Too slow and really without thinking, I ran after the guy, leaving my wife there by herself. I got to the exit in only seconds, but it was to no help: the hooded guy was nowhere to be seen. He was probably too far away for me to catch up, whistling as he walked home with my wife's clothing as trophies from this adventure. I turned around, and my mind raced as I saw that the audience was coming out! The concert was over, lights at the stage were lit and people were leaving. And somewhere inside, Laura stood utterly naked and protection-less. I bolted for the small both where they still sold clothes and CD's, but already some crowd had gathered here to shop. I fought valiantly to get to the front as quickly as I could, and never took notice of all the shouts I got for my behavior. Finally at the front, I found that most clothes were gone, and the only thing left was T-shirts in size S. I quickly bought one, as this was the only way I could think of for getting some clothes for my wife (it never occurred to me that I perhaps could have lent her my T-shirt, which at least was bigger). With the clothing in my hand, I dashed inside against the crowd, towards the concert hall. I had no idea of how long I had been gone. What would be of Laura now? I pushed myself against the crowd still coming out of the room, and finally got in. No Laura was there, I realized after a first scan. But on the other hand, would she be standing butt-naked completely visible for everyone? Hardly. The lights were on now, so there were no good dark corners to hide in any longer. Not sure of were to look, I got to the place were we had stood, but found nothing, of course. At least no Laura, a quick scan of the floor revealed that the rest of her panties still lay where they had been thrown. My anxiousness grew, but I made myself concentrate. Where would she have gone? But of course, to the girls' room! I dashed there as fast as I could, and without thinking, I shoved the door up and ran in. "Hey!" was the shouts that immediately came at me, as a lot of distressed girls looked at me. No secrets were going on inside, though, they were all leaving or looking in the mirrors. "Laura! Where are you?" I shouted not bothering about the girls looking angrily at me, or even pushing at me, trying to make me leave. "In here!" the answer came from one of the booths. Relieved, I stepped further inside and up in front of the booth. "Are you OK?" I asked her through the door. "No" she answered miserably from behind. "I ran inside here as soon as I can, but what can I do now?" I leaned over the top of the door to have a look at her. In there was one of the most beautiful, yet distressing scenes I had ever seen. Laura sat on top of the toilet, completely naked except for her shoes (she must have grabbed them and put them on inside. She had pushed her legs up towards her and put her arms around them. She looked at me miserably from behind swollen eyes, but I couldn't help but look further down; her position made her cunt visible to me between her legs, and as her lips were still swollen from what must have been one of her greatest fucks of all times, it was quite a sight. It was even still shiny from her juices. She noticed where I looked, smiled shyly and quickly put down her legs. I could see her breasts were still swollen, too, and I guess Laura's distress partly came from the fact that she still felt kind of good. "Here, it's all I could find" I managed to say through a stocky throat, as I handed her the t-shirt I had bought. She thankfully grabbed it and put it on, but no sooner did her smile fade as she realized how small and thin it was. It didn't reach further down than to just above her hips! Standing up, she tried to push it down, but only managed to stretch the top down her breasts while the t-shirt only got just past her hips. "Hey, thanks a huge bunch!" she shouted in dismay. "I feel so much more covered now; I can almost cover by belly-button!" She shouldn't have said that last thing. I was about to start explaining that they were the only clothes left, but got hindered as some girls started looking over into the booth from the other sides. Apparently our discussion had gotten some interest from our forgotten companions inside, and that last shout had med them even more curious. "Hey, look! She's naked!" one shouted, and laughed as she continued: "And now she's blushing!" She was right; Laura got red over all visible parts as she saw all onlookers around her. I finally found some strength. "Hey! Leave us!" I shouted to our unwelcome guests. Reluctantly, they disappeared from view. I then turned to my wife and said: "Come on, honey, there's nothing we can do about it. Let's get out of here as soon as possible, and this will all be over." Maybe my voice had some courage in it, because Laura obviously found some strength, unlocked the door and stepped out. I put my arms around her and led her towards the door, all the while the girls still inside gaped at us (but particularly at my wife). "Let's try to find a back door to get out from" I told her. No one was left in the main room, except the roadies who were packing down the gear. Laura went behind me, tightly pressed against me, as we stepped up towards the scene. I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric of the single piece of clothe she was wearing. "Excuse Me!" I shouted to one of the roadies that were close enough. "Could we use your back door to get out of here?" He looked blankly back. "Why?" There was no use in trying to make something out. "Well, my wife is in kind of trouble, and wants to get out of here as quickly as possibly". The roadie leaned to one side, and had a look on my wife. I didn't take long even for him to realize our situation. Outside in the main hall there would still be a lot of people, and they wouldn't leave in a while either, as the bar was still open. "Ok" he said after a long, awkward pause. "Just follow me." I didn't like the look in his face, though. He opened a door to the side of the scene and stepped in, urging us to follow him. With him in front, we followed him through a dimly lit corridor that turned twice before we stood in front of a larger steel door. "This is the back door" the guard said. "But you won't get out unless I get something, to." He stood imposingly in front of us, saying that. This was too much, and I was certainly too tired for all of this. "What do you want? Money?" "No, but how 'bout your wife's nice little t-shirt?" the roadie said with a sly smile. I gasped in awe, and so did my wife. Not that it was very dear to us, but once again showing my wife to strangers didn't seem the least appealing. But the roadie just stood there, smiling silently. A few seconds of utter silence followed, before I looked at my wife. She looked back with a tired look and stepped up in front of me. Then she sighed and grabbed the hem of the t-shirt, starting to pull it up. "Stop!" the roadie suddenly shouted then. "That's my job!" We both looked at him, still surprised. He stepped up towards my wife and continued. "I get to take the t-shirt off, or you won't get out!" There was nothing we could do; we were both completely in his hands (and my wife literally). The roadie took hold of the t-shirt with one hand and slowly pulled it upwards. His one hand followed her side, and he gently pressed the other on her lower belly. His eyes shone as he did this, and although I couldn't see my wife's eyes, I could tell by her breathing that she was excited, too. Without thinking, I put one hand on her butt-cheek from behind. Once again, my pants started looking like a tent. Very slowly, the roadie let his hands wander upwards along Laura's body. His both hands now had reached her lower breasts and continued. She breathed heavily when both hands got to her breasts and started caressing them. I don't know if this had been his intention from the beginning, but I guess he just came up with it along the way. When the t-shirt rested above her breasts, Laura raised her arms to let the roadie pull it over her head. Not bothering about the fact that we once again in the very same evening had my wife completely naked in front of a stranger, I stepped up and started caressing her beautiful breasts from behind. I pressed my rock-hard cock against her butt. The roadie didn't stop with getting the t-shirt, but instead bent down in front of Laura and started licking her belly. That turned her even more on, and she started panting lightly in the hands of us two. The worker got encouraged, and continued down towards her pubic hair. Laura gladly responded by spreading her legs some. When his tongue reached her insides, she almost screamed. This was too much for me, I had to act. Without thinking of the roadie underneath, I bent Laura down at the same time as I released my cock from its prison. I grabbed her hips as I guided the tip of my penis to its goal. As I got in and started pumping, the roadie rose once again to his feet. He guided Laura's hands to his hips and unzipped his own pants. Laura understood directly what to do with his rod; she took it to her mouth and started licking with the same rhythm as I had. As I started pumping harder, Laura took the whole cock in her mouth and sucked deep. We all three started screaming in chorus as we reached a high-thrilled climax together. I came an instant before my comrade, and Laura squealed herself through her final orgasm for that night all the while. Still panting, the roadie rose and opened the door to the outside. "Here' you've certainly earned it" he said to us as I lead my wife out. We didn't bother taking back the t-shirt; after this night, nothing would feel troublesome to us on our walk home.