****** The Concert by blaine53@hotmail.com ******
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The Concert


'Caller number three wins tickets for tonight's Kid Rock concert,' blared out
of the radio.

I continued washing the car, as the next thing I noticed was my wife Lynn
squealing on the radio. The DJ was playing with her and asking her questions,
she was very excited about being the winner. He playfully asked about her cup
size in a joking fashion when Lynn volunteered that they are 36C. He tried to
play this up by asking if she would come by the studio and show them off for
him.

She innocently said she could not do that. Bullshit I remember thinking; my
wife loves to show off her big titties. I turned the radio off to be surprised
when I heard the news.

Lynn came flying out the door to tell me. We joked about probably being the
oldest people there. I hugged Lynn and told her she still would be one of the
hottest babes there. We had to hurry to get to the radio station to pick up the
tickets.

Lynn threw on a halter and some daisy dukes with sandals as I finished drying
the car.

At the radio station, we were greeted by the program director. He took us on a
tour of the station and finally into the broadcast booth.

"Would you like to meet Nigel?" the station director asked.

We met the on air personality we had listened to for the last two years. As he
stood to greet us, I knew I was in trouble. He was about 6'-4" with one hell of
a build, long black hair past his shoulders. He was tall dark and handsome.

The air conditioning in the booth was cold and Lynn's nipples were very erect
and visible through the yellow Lycra material of her top. It is not that her
nips are so long, it is how big around and fat they are. They are quite the
attention getter.

The DJ wanted to get her on the air and she was more than willing to play along
this time. She sat beside him and put on the headphones. Of course things
turned sexual on the air and were full of innuendoes.

As we left, Nigel said he hoped he would see us at the concert tonight.

Arriving back home, we had a few hours to kill. We took a nap on the couch with
me awaking to Lynn rubbing my cock. My cock was rock hard as she reached in
through the fly and pulled out my throbbing erection. Lynn looked up into my
eyes seductively as her lips smooched a big wet kiss on my tip.

She gave me some enthusiastic head. I blew a nice load onto her tongue. She
paused ever so slightly, barely opened her mouth and swallowed it all. She
quietly arose and went to shower.

I fumbled around the house, straightening up the place a bit. I mixed a couple
of drinks and sat on the sofa flipping on some porn.

Lynn entered the room and sipped her drink as she sat in her chair with her
legs drawn up under her. She was wearing a satin robe and with her wet long
blonde hair, she looked so beautiful. Getting up, she kissed me on the forehead
and told me to freshen our drinks.

The next time I saw her, she was wearing a hot pink fishnet thong with matching
stay up stockings and holding a pink leather mini skirt.

"I know your average rock in roll slut probably wears black but I want to stand
out tonight," she said. "What do you think hubby," she said as she blew her hot
moist breath into my ear.

"I think you are driving me wild, you little groupie," I replied.

Lynn bent to step into the skirt; her tits hung from her chest. Turning around
so I could zip up and button the skirt for her I noticed the long slit stemming
from the bottom up to about two inches from the waistband. It was not that it
was a short skirt, about 14 inches I suppose but that slit was sexy.

The soft drum turned leather felt great to my touch as I kneaded her ass. She
had the T-shirt that the radio station had given her clutched tightly.

"I told the bastard a medium," she said with a mischievous grin.

I took it from her, held it by the thin spaghetti straps and let it fall to its
form. There sure was not much there. Looking at the label it was a size XS. It
was just a cheap white cotton top with the stations logo printed across the
front. I got it ready and placed it over Lynn's head as she held her arms up.
After it cleared her shoulders, I pulled it out to get the material over her
breast. The top hung down only an inch or so below the bottom of her large
breast. It was not elastic or anything at the bottom just hemmed, the bottom of
the top was pulled away from her chest at the same dimension her titties rise
from her ribs.

The next thing I noticed was how low the scoop of the neckline was deep into
her cleavage. The station logo was now distorted into a kind of a half circle.
That's when I noticed the zeros in the call letters framed each tit perfectly.
The ink of the transfer was void in the exact spots where Lynn's nipples were.
The material was so thin you could count the tiny bumps on her areolas.

Lynn turned to get her first glimpse in the mirror; I said, "This wont work."

Cupping my cock, she replied "Oh I think it will." She scurried of to the
bedroom and finished her hair and make up.

My hands were shaking as I mixed another. I had dressed and was awaiting Lynn's
reappearance. My next vision was breath taking. She had her hair all wild and
kinked out. Her mascara was dark and with more eyeliner than she, typically
wears made her look so sultry. Blue eye shadow, pink frosted lips and nails
completed the look. Lynn was standing in 5 inch pink pumps and ready to go.

The car was clean and shiny as we drove off to the show. We were both kind of
quiet during the trip and my heart pounded in my chest supplying my raging hard
cock all the blood it needed. As soon as the car had came to a rest in our
parking space she was out the door.

Following quickly I caught up and put my arm around her waist as we walked
together, man and wife. Standing in line at the gate was hilarious as we tried
to notice everyone gawking at the hottest babe there, my wife. As the gates
open, the crowd tightened up and Lynn had some of her admirers accidentally
brushing against her.

Finally, after clearing the ticket taker and once inside Lynn stretched and
said, "Damn, that was fun."

With her arms over her head, the bottom of those luscious tits was on display.
Looking around not wanting to get busted I knew this was going to be a problem.
Every usher wanted to help us find our seat and of course, Lynn let the cutest
one assist.

After sitting for a short time, Lynn asked I would get her a drink. Off to
stand in the long beverage line, I awaited my turn.

Upon returning, Lynn was nowhere in sight. Thinking maybe she had gone to pee I
sat and started enjoying the environment. I was checking out the crowd playing
with beach balls or trying to sneak hits of reefer, I caught a glimpse of Lynn
talking with the biggest son of a bitch bouncer I had ever seen.

She was definitely flirting, this time not just in front of me but about 8,000
others. She had her hand on his massive biceps tracing the outline of his large
tattoo. They were laughing and having a good time as I started to wonder what
they were saying.

Soon Lynn turned and started to walk back to her seat. She put in that extra
wiggle, as she knew she had gained even more admirers than before. With each
step of her right leg you could watch the skirts slit open slightly to reveal
the side of her crotch and the thongs waist strap.

Stopping to bend and kiss me brought a loud yell from someone.

Lynn sat and took her drink and downed it again to the thrill of the crowd.

From out of nowhere Nigel was standing at Lynn's side. "Glad you all made it,"
he said loudly over the piped in pre show music. He asked if we would like a
tour of the stage area since we had some time before the show. That sounded
cool to us.

We had to walk right past that same bouncer to get to the restricted area. He
just gave me a smirk as he watched my wife's ass wiggle on by. Nigel showed us
everything. The green room, the dressing rooms of the performers, the sound-
engineering side of the show, and more. I was so interested and caught up in
the tour I had not even really noticed Lynn flirting with Nigel. Could I be
getting used to this activity by my wife?

I overheard him tell Lynn he thought she looked hot and the top was perfect.

"Blaine thought it was too much," she said. Purposely trying to embarrass me.

"Well that's not cool," he said.

A large cart of musical instruments was being pushed down the dark corridor
squeezing us to the side.

After it passed Lynn told Nigel I was probably the coolest guy he knew as she
started rubbing his cock through his tight pants. She slipped to her knees and
wasted no time in getting his cock into her mouth. I watched as he slid all the
way in and her blonde head was bobbing. Just then a door opened and the local
band that was opening the show walked past.

The band members were a bit surprised but didn't have the time to watch, as it
was time for them to go on stage. One of the band members looked right at me
and I recognized him as a son of one of my work mates.

Nigel moaned and lost control in my slut wife's mouth giving her want she
needed. She worked all of his jizz out then he put himself back in his pants.

You could hear the band start playing as Nigel put his arm around my wife's
neck and they walked off with me following like a little lost boy.

Back where we started the door to the outside opened. The crowd was frenzied as
the band played. We worked our way back to our seats as Lynn kissed me after we
sat down. Our tongues played and I could have fucked her right then.

Looking up at the stage from our third row seat I noticed the man from the
corridor giving me an approving look. He seemed he knew the appreciation of a
man watching his wife sucking another's cock.

The first set ended and Nigel once appeared at our side. He whispered into
Lynn's ear and then left.

"We have been invited back stage after the show," Lynn said.

We walked around the outside venue a bit during the intermission. I did not
miss an opportunity to keep Lynn aroused. Kissing her and rubbing her ass, I
slipped my hand into her skirt. The mesh thong did absolutely nothing to
contain as her girl juice dripped onto the soft skin of her inner thighs. I
finger fucked her with my two fingers near the edge of the landscaping. She
came with a shudder as my thumb found her clit.

She was still revved up as I fed my fingers to her mouth. She licked them like
little cocks as a lucky few watched.

Out of the darkness in the loudest tone ever with such brilliant clarity, "My
name is KID."

I was facing the stage and Lynn turned around while standing in front of me.
The stage lights were at full brightness, a wildman in a long fur coat and
large hat rode a Harley onto the stage.

The rumble of "American Badass" played as Lynn's body leaned back against mine.
I reached around and found each nipple. First, I tugged them making them as
hard as ever. Then I slowly rolled her fat nips between my finger and thumb.
Her ass was dry humping me.

When the first song was over, we walked to our seats hand in hand. Her nipples
were on display in the thin top and bright lights exactly as they were supposed
to be. We returned to our seats, I sat but Lynn remained standing. She had her
arms raised above her head snapping her fingers in rhythm to the beat. Her ass
was swaying, the bottom third of her breast were now exposed.

Everyone sitting near had a perfect view of her firm upturned tits. They swayed
just a bit each time she moved. Little beads of sweat were dripping down her
cleavage and running into the crease where her breast met her ribs. Her top was
now damp and clinging even more to those fat nipples if that was possible.

The lights dimmed while the band prepared for the encore, I grabbed Lynn and
kissed her hard. My chest pressed into her tits and I rubbed my cock against
her. I wanted her to know I was ready to bust with passion. I was so horny I
could have fucked her right there in front of everyone.

The band had just started to play its most popular tune when Lynn grabbed my
arm and was ready to leave. Puzzled I followed her. She was headed to the back
stage entrance.

After we entered, a quieter spot Lynn told me about being invited to party with
the bands after the show. As we neared the gate, the huge bouncer from before
smiled and Lynn passed through into the arms of Nigel who was waiting for her.
As I entered the threshold of the gate a strong hand pushed against my chest
stopping me in my tracks.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" said this beast of a man.

"With my wife to party," I responded.

Everyone erupted in laughter and I felt very insecure at that moment.

Nigel motioned to send me away.

"Oh so you are the sluts old man huh, she wont be missing you tonight. Go on
home and play nicely now, you don't want any trouble do you?" said another
bouncer.

As I was pushed back I saw Nigel and Lynn turn to walk away. I watched through
a slit in the fence's fabric cover as he placed his hand in through the slit of
the skirt and onto her ass. Lynn was close to his body and being groped as they
walked out of my view. I knew Nigel was a dick on the radio to his listeners,
but I thought it was an act and here this asshole was taking off with my wife.
I shortly hated him for this.

I waited in the concert venue until I was looking suspicious. It was as if
everyone who looked at me knew my wife was backstage being fucked. I walked out
into the parking lot feeling like I was abandoning my wife but I had no choice.
Not many cars were left and I had to leave soon or worry about security.

In the car driving home, I realized how hard my cock was. Pulling up in front
of our house it was dark inside. Waiting at home was driving me insane. I was
so horny I wanted to jack off, but I wanted to save it for my wife. Finally I
couldn't take it anymore, I closed my eyes and pictured how slutty Lynn looked
tonight. I brought myself to the brink several times thinking about what she
must be doing. Finally I shot my load all over myself, my dick now shrinking in
my hand. All my worried thoughts came rushing back as I wiped myself clean of
cum.

The sound of bass thumping awoke me to realize a large white limo was in front
of the house. The limo sat there for another 20 minutes before a door opened
and Lynn stepped out. The limo sped off and I opened the front door. Lynn
slipped her arms around my neck and grazed her abused nipples across my bare
chest.

I picked her up and carried her to the bar countertop. Seeing her face in the
light, it was obvious from the dried trails of cum on her face that she had
been well serviced.

"How is my rock-n-roll slut," I asked.

"I have never had so much cock at one time as tonight honey," she responded.

"Those people really know how to fuck," she added.

I pulled her top up over her tits and lovingly sucked each nipple. They seemed
to be perpetually hard. I traced the outline of her big areolas and then kissed
my way into her cleavage. At that moment I buried my face into the deep pillowy
space.

"Nigel loved fucking my titties," Lynn told me.

I slipped my hard cock between her tits.

"Squeeze them together like you did for him," I requested.

Thrusting forward into her cleavage, I pushed my cock as far forward as
possible until I could just barely brush her lips.

Starting to build a nice tempo I reached down and tugged on both nipples.

"The band all sat around smoking pot, drinking and watching as at first they
all took their turns having me as a fuck toy," Lynn told me. "The warm up
bandleader said Nigel had told them I was a great little cocksucker. You know
how I can't say no to a big cock in my mouth" Lynn mentioned in between my
strokes.

Backing away from Lynn I stood and gazed at her sexy form. I grasped each
ankle, pulled them up and pushed until her knee bent. The skirt opened up as
her knees spread and rested on her titties. Her panties were gone; the swollen,
puffy and well-used labes still had traces of cum clinging to them.

I kissed my way down her torn stay-ups until I reached her mons. It felt
strange knowing my face was so close to where another mans cock had been just a
while before.

I hesitated only a second before diving into her snatch tongue first. Her hole
was wide open and my tongue didn't stop until my lips held me back. My wife's
pussy tasted tangy. It wasn't a bad taste. It was more like a forbidden naughty
flavor. I pulled my face away.

"Tell me how many cocks was in this pussy tonight," I asked.

Lynn raised her ass up off the bar searching for my face.

"Nine, nine big fat cocks that knew how to treat a groupie slut like me," she
hissed.

"Oh and I forgot Nigel's big stick, make that ten," she teased.

"How could I have forgotten Nigel's meat," she laughed.

"Only one of them had a normal sized cock like yours honey, that was Kid Rock's
midget; Joe C." she informed me.

Now I was enraged with passion and going down on her like a good husband
should. I raised to get into position to fuck my slut wife. As I pushed my hard
on into her gaping pussy the only resistance I met was my own pubic area
meeting hers.

"Kid rock had the fattest and longest cock I have ever seen," she said in a
panting voice.

"He said my pussy would be stretched out too much for you to enjoy it later,"
she laughed.

"But you are enjoying your whore wife's pussy aren't you baby?" she asked in a
mock tone. "I wish you could make me cum like The Kid did. I have never felt
like that before with any man."

I was thrusting for all I was worth in this well used up pussy. It was to the
point I was rotating my ass around trying to get a feel of the walls of her
pussy it was so used.

"Don't worry lover it will go back to its old size, maybe."

"Or least you had better hope so," she giggled.

Nearing my own climax it was not the sensations of her slippery pussy driving
me there, but what she had done tonight for our sex life. She knew I was in no
way jealous.

"Look at my face Blaine, see where all the guys came on it right before I left
them. Kiss me and dump your load into me," she begged.

This drove me over the edge and I started to cum. I thought about pulling out
and spraying her flat tummy, but I wanted my cum to mix with all the other
studs who had banged her tonight.

Resting in each other's arms Lynn whispered, "Eat your cum from my pussy, show
me how much my hubby appreciates his slutty wife."

"I want to fuck the rest of the night away" I heard her say as I put my face in
between her legs.

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