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Cuckold frottage experience

I will never forget my first experience of what it means to be a
cuckold. I was only an 18 year old guy at the time and merely an
observer but it left a lasting impression on me.

And The Band Played On
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Around ten years ago a bunch of friends and myself went to a concert
at the Manchester Apollo (England) to see our favourite rock band of
that time. Like all inner-city theatre rock venues the Apollo was
old and tacky and therefore one of our favourite places to go.
The band we had trudged through the evening rain to see never really
made the big time, so I won't bore you with the details of their
short and torrid career. Suffice to say they were loud and fast and
managed to generate dangerous amounts of adrenaline, and in that
respect were worth seeing. As usual we had opted for the front stalls
tickets so that we could be close to the stage and in the thick of
the action. Once the support band had kicked off we emerged from the
packed bar, plastic pint glasses in hand, and worked our way through
the mass of bodies to the front rail. Soon we were totally hemmed
in on all sides by the heaving crowd of pseudo hippies and other
ragged characters as we struggled to avoid spilling our precious beer
onto the sticky floor. It wasn't long before I had practically lost
sight of my friends as more and more people forced their way to the
front in readiness for the main event.

Frankly I wasn't too impressed by the support band and I had been
unfortunate enough to see their sorry act before, so my attention
started to wander. The theatre lights were out, and so the faces of
the people around me were bathed in a coloured glow from the overhead
lighting rig on stage. Occasionally a bright flash of stark white
light would make everyone visible; they looked like a room full of
startled rabbits caught in a car headlamp. The loud music soon
filled our ears to bursting point and I could feel the drums and
bass guitar, pounding deep in my chest. It was the feeling I loved
best in life at that time.

I soon noticed a young couple crushed in beside me against the front
rail. They looked to be around the same age as myself, perhaps a year
or so older. The girl had a gorgeous sweet face which, was framed
perfectly by a mass of long wavy blonde hair with various pieces of
coloured fabric woven into it. She wore a hippie type skirt that
highlighted the curve of her hips and the perfect slope of her bottom.
As I looked at her I couldn't help wondering, somewhat jealously, how
her weedy looking boyfriend had ever managed to pull her in the first
place.

The music continued to roar from the huge tower of black speakers
around us. The sheer heat from all the bodies made it hard to
breathe.
Gradually the mass of people behind seemed to be surging forward more
and more perhaps in appreciation, or maybe just in anticipation of the
main band that were soon to be on stage. In any case I soon noticed
a guy in his late twenties jammed up behind the girl in the hippie
skirt. At first I didn't think anything about it as we were all packed
in worse than sardines. It wasn't until the push of the crowd subsided
and we were allowed a brief moment in which to take another breath that
I noticed that he was still pressed unnecessarily close to the beauty
beside me. I must confess that I was naïve to many of the more exotic
not to say pervy ways of the world at that tender age but I soon
realised that this man seemed to be enjoying the crush of the crowd,
far more than people usually do. I should also say that during this
and the following events neither he nor the girl in question ever took
their attention of the stage once for more than the briefest of
moments. As far as all but the most probing eyes were concerned it was
business as usual.

Suddenly the crowd swayed backwards once more, the unexpected reduction
in forward pressure caused our man in the stalls to stumble back
slightly revealing to my utter shock, a large erection poking out from
his grubby jeans. He quickly moved forward again to avoid being
spotted but it was too late. I had seen it with my own eyes. I
wondered for a moment if I should step forward any tell the young
couple when it dawned on me that he was pressing it against this lovely
girls soft behind with such force that she had to steady herself
against the steel safety rail.
In fact she was bending forward over the rail more than she was
before.
I felt pretty excited as I realised that this quiet looking girl was
standing there allowing a complete and unseen stranger to rub his cock
against her arse and that I had a clear view of the action. The young
boyfriend had his arm around his young girlfriends shoulder as if to
keep her safe, I could hardly believe the cheek of this man in the crowd
to do such a thing when the girls boyfriend was right beside her.
True, the boyfriend didn't look as though he presented much of a
threat, in fact he looked as if a good blast of fresh air would knock
him over. But it just seemed really wrong to me.

By now the crowd was heaving back and forth, and I could hardly move my
arms now without almost breaking someone's ribs. I could feel the
softness of a female body pressing against my left side though I did
nothing to take advantage of the situation. Partly out of principle,
and partly because I was enthralled by the scene I was watching. As I
looked down I saw that the man had his arm around the girl's waist and
seemed to be feeling between her legs, touching her pussy through the
thin cotton skirt. I tried to imagine what he was feeling, with his
hardness secretly pressed against the girl's soft arse, as he rubbed
his finger along the indentation of her vagina in the darkened hall.

I kept wondering what would happen if her boyfriend discovered what
was happening to his girl. Would he start a fight that he was destined
to lose, or would he take her by the hand and leave the theatre in
anger or in tears. I was still pondering on this when I looked up to
see that although he still had his arm around her shoulder he was
looking down at the groin of the man behind. This was it I thought.
He knows. What happened next I could not have anticipated. The timid
looking young man kissed his girl on the right cheek and looked back
toward the stage.
I could see that he was looking flushed and that he was breathing
deeply as though in shock. Or was it something else? After a moment
he glanced back again, only this time he looked briefly into the man's
eyes.
The older man gave a kind of grin that said 'Ok kid, what you going to
do about it?' The boyfriend looked back down to see the man's
erection now standing completely upright. It was pressed along the
deep valley between the girl's buttocks and he was holding her firmly
by the hips. I felt myself start to sweat as I peered through the
gloom to watch the lewd scene before me. The girl still didn't turn or
acknowledge the man's presence, but instead continued to allow him to
slowly slide his thick shaft up and down between her soft quivering
cheeks causing them to involuntarily caress the sides of his stiff and
naked penis.
The boyfriend watched quietly as if to not draw anyone's attention.
As though if anyone else were to see, the spell would be broken. I was
speechless. How could this young guy stand by as this was happening to
his girl? Not only did he seem content to go along with it but also he
seemed to be more and more excited by the situation. This was
confirmed when I saw his squeezing his own smaller erection through his
trouser pocket.
As I watched he seemed to whisper something in his girl's ear,
in reality he must have been shouting loud enough to lose his voice in
order to be heard. As he spoke to her I saw her reach down and squeeze
his cock for him.

I could stand it no longer, when I noticed that the boyfriend had
spotted me looking. All around us people were so busy watching the
stage and wrestling to remain upright that nobody else had noticed a
thing in the darkness. I however had been watching it all and now the
boyfriend knew.
I looked him in the eye and realised that he was waiting to see what I
would do. So without hesitating to worry about the consequences I
reached beneath her and cupped his girlfriends dangling left breast.
I expected her to turn on me but instead she remained perfectly still
as I held her in my hand. Pretending to look at one of the band members
on stage so as to not draw attention to myself I used my other
hand to stroke the silky skin of her thigh through her skirt. She felt
wonderful and as I had little or no experience with women at that time
It was almost more than I could stand. I glanced sideways to make sure
that her boyfriend was watching as I joined the other man in touching
the girl's body. She seemed to have a serene look on her face as she
stood sandwiched between two strange men while they groped her
intimately in the darkness. The man behind made no effort to keep her
for himself and seemed quite happy to allow me free access to her. I
gingerly brushed my fingers against the front of her skirt feeling the
outline of her panties and the slight bulge of her mound, my fingers
carefully explored the area as I stared blankly before me at the
stage. She straightened up a little which made it possible for me to
feel the slight indentation of her pussy lips. I probed the shape of
the top of her split, wishing I could reach under her skirt to the skin
beneath. My heart was pounding so bad now I thought I would have some
kind of seizure. She allowed me to rub what her clitoris while her
boyfriend stood silently beside her.

The man behind her reached forward and gripped the bar on each side of
her causing her to lean back over it. This meant I could no longer
reach her pussy so I groped around in the dark for another exciting
area to caress.
He pressed more of his weight onto her slim back. In doing so made it
impossible for anyone else to see what was happening. He was getting
bolder and bolder and I was getting hotter and hotter. Her wimp of a
boyfriend kept glancing around at the curved and thickly veined shaft
pressing between his girl's bottom cheeks, biting his lip as he watched
the bloated purple head slowly come into view then disappear once
more.
By now her boyfriend had released his own, rather unimpressive member
from it's usual home and was trying to encourage her to touch him as
she slowly worked her ass up and down against the man behind.

Her slim fingers closed around the thin penis of her boyfriend and
massaged its length for him while he watched. Suddenly I saw the man
tense and press harder against her, this was followed by two or three
short bursts of thick looking semen which shot up from his cock and
landed on her skirt and the bare skin of her lower back. The man
dipped a callused finger into the thick stringy white fluid and
reaching forward, he slipped the finger between the girls pouting lips
and into her mouth. She stood silent and unresisting as he slid his
spunky finger back and forth across her moist tongue. I couldn’t be
sure if she was sucking his finger or not because she was so careful to
behave as though nothing was happening.
Her boyfriend looked amazed and started to fumble in his pocket. He
produced a crumpled wad of tissues which, he used to discretely wipe
her with. The man wiped his cock on the girl's skirt and pushed his
way out of the crowd leaving the young couple alone. Even as he moved
away the girl never turned to look at the man. The boyfriend fumbled
to put his wet shrivelling penis back into his pants.

After that, the rest of the evening was an anticlimax. And later I
watched the young couple leave the theatre hand in hand. The girl put
on a short jacket which she had in her bag to cover the wet patches on
her skirt. Her boyfriend seemed very proud to be by her side as they
walked off into the night.

For anyone who has never experienced the sensation of being in a hot
theatre packed to capacity by thousands of excited people, crammed in
tightly and pushing against each other in almost total darkness it
probably seems highly unlikely that any of the above could take place
unnoticed. Take it from me that it happens all the time.

I understood more about myself after that night as I lay in bed. I
found myself envying the boyfriend as much if not more than the
stranger but I was also pretty glad to have been the fourth party in
the secret liaison. There seemed to be so many emotions swishing
around, jealousy, lust, excitement and the feelings of power and
humiliation binding the trio together for that short time. I knew then
that I would have to experience this scenario for myself, and soon.

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