She danced on stage, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she eyed individual men in the crowd. Giving them all an eye full as she bent over dur...ng one of their new songs. The energy of the crowd, the shouts from the first row. It gave her a rush. The urge was strong to point out men in the crowd to her security for back stage passes. She resisted for almost the entire concert, until the last two songs. When Misery Business came on an idea formed in her head. It was a tradition that the. Everyone was having a great time and my son was in his element with all his friends and me and my wife where knocking back the drinks like a couple of 18 year olds.In fact my wife was starting to look a bit unstable on her heels and it wouldn't be long before she was feeling sick (as always when we drink).I sat talking to my sons best bud and I could see my wife getting a drink of water in the kitchen and talking to a group that where in there.I could see the boys sneaking a look at her tits. She fell flat and dog cum flooded from her gaping asshole, she laid there panting and feeling the fluid pour from her blown open ass and she couldnt stop it. She made herself get up, her legs wobbly, and as she washed herself off the shock wore off. Her ass just got violated…and it felt amazing! her muscles were clenching and unclenching rapidly still…it was like nothing she had experienced.She shut the water off, found a towel and dried off, then hunted down Jack and dried him too.. We had dinner, him telling me about his latest trip, discussing jobs that needed doing in the house, just a perfectly normal married couples evening. We went to bed and I waited until he was sleeping before going and checking his suitcase, completely empty, even the pockets, absolutely nothing. I crept downstairs into the study, lifted his briefcase on the desk, tried to open it and found it locked. His keys were in the kitchen. I fetched them, sure he kept the key on there but it was missing..