My husband was forced to work on a night when I had tickets to see a band I love play. His best friend Steven bought the ticket and we drove an hour west to see them. The placed became pretty packed, and everyone was squeezed in pretty tight. I lost track of myself after a couple of drinks, and started swaying to the music. I didn't realize it until too late, but my ass was sliding back and forth across Steven's crotch. When I did sort it out, I could feel that he had a huge hard on. At first, I did my best to stop, but as he night wore on, I pretended like I didn't realize it was happening and kept doing it. I'd sway for a minute, then stop for a minute. Then I'd do it again. As the band went on, I got a little braver, and even brushed my hand against it. It felt absolutely huge and rock solid. I didn't stop to think of my husband once, and when the band came back on stage for an encore, I decided to go farther. As the first song of the encore started, I backed squarely into Steven's crotch with my ass, and just swayed back and forth, side to side, sometimes bouncing up and down. I could feel his hard cock nestled between my cheeks as I did, and I knew he was enjoying it.

As the encore winded down, I reached back and grabbed his cock through his pants. I gave it a couple of squeezes just to check his size and then stroked him slowly. As soon as the final song finished and the lights came up, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind me to the exit.

We didn't say a word as we headed to the parking lot and jumped in the car. People were all over the place but I didn't care. I was drunk and I was horny. I climbed into his lap and started making out with him, and grinding into him, dry fucking him right there. Some of the people who passed hooted and yelled. It dawned on me we needed somewhere more private, so I asked Steven to get a hotel. I climbed back into the passenger seat as he started up the car.

Once we were driving, I leaned into his lap, pulled his cock out, and sucked it. He was moaning and groaning, and slid his hand up the back of my skirt and between my legs. I was so wet I thought I would die.

Suddenly, he pulled the car over and yanked his hand free, then pulled me up by the shoulder. He started talking about how wrong it was, how we couldn't do what we were doing, how he was my husband's best friend, so on and so forth. I was still so drunk and horny I didn't care, so I pulled up my skirt and showed him what he was missing by sliding a hand into my panties and masturbating while he watched. For a minute or two he just watched silently, his big hard dick throbbing and bouncing a little. When I reached for it with my free hand he pushed it away and regained his composure.

He drove home and didn't give me another look. I masturbated for a little while hoping he'd change his mind, but after he didn't, I just pulled my skirt down and stopped. We didn't say another word to one another, and when he pulled into my drive way I just got out of the car. I went in and fucked my husband like we were teenagers, imagining it was Steven.

Steven acts like it never happened. I've never told my husband.