Background - Just a little info about this story and some of my previous submissions, some folks have noticed that a lot of my stories feature a little red head that I always describe in some detail, there is a reason for that, I use as the template for that re-occurring character my own wife. She has been my muse for nearly all these stories as she is the hottest and sexiest woman I know, plus I know her body very well so it is easy to describe and I am can incorporate encounters we have had together into my stories making it easier to paint the picture of the sex in question. I know that many of my stories are ones involving infidelity and people may wonder why I would want to write about my wife having sex with other men, even if the character is imaginary and she is just the template. I want to say right up front I'm not a cuckold or into that kind of thing at all, I just think that if I was going to watch a pornographic movie I would want it to star the hottest woman possible and my wife is the hottest one I know so watching her have sex would ultimately be really arousing. Well, at least it is in my head, I imagine in real life I wouldn't want to see her with someone else. Anyway, this story takes place at a time before the morning after pill when drunken casual sex could have consequences that are were not so easy to avoid and features a young wife getting herself into all kinds of trouble, enjoy!
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THE CONCERT - Part One
As Jo stood in the middle of her bedroom staring at the flowered blouse laid across her bed the voice of her best friend Mindy echoed from the doorway.
"Please tell me you're not wearing that to the concert!" said Mindy with a raised eyebrow.
Jo glanced over at her friend of many years, a tall blonde with short, close cropped hair and a bright pair of hazel eyes she stood a good full head taller than Jo who barely came above five-foot five. They were actually quite a contrast with Jo a petite red-head with dark chocolate brown eyes and a small, boat shaped mouth now split into a pained smile, she was often compared looks wise to a young Susan Sarandon. Mindy, on the other hand, was close to six foot tall, a big Amazon of a girl though not fat she sported a pair of large DD breasts and long athletic legs and facial features that pegged her as a Helen Slater look alike.
"What's wrong with it?" asked Jo innocently.
"It's a rock concert and your supposed to be my wing man, or person I guess, can't you wear something a bit more...alluring," finished Mindy.
Mindy strolled over to Jo's closet and began to fish through Jo's outfits as Jo looked on with a bit of consternation; she was still feeling a bit nervous about having agreed to this outing. Mindy had been through a painful divorce that had just been completed a few months earlier and she was desperately ready to put it behind her and get back into the dating game but she was scared to try on her own so she had asked Jo to go with her "man hunting" as she put it. The problem was Jo was happily married and had been for almost four years now and she was not in the hunting frame of mind anymore.
"How about this?" said Mindy finally pulling a dress from the back of the closet.
The garment she had chosen was one of the few rather racy ones Jo owned, a black and gold short silk dress with a plunging neckline and short hem that showed a bit of leg and quite a bit of chest, she had never actually worn it before. Her husband had convinced her to buy it but she thought it was far to revealing and had buried it in the back of her closet.
"I couldn't possibly wear that, it would make me look like a slut," admonished Jo.
"Sweetie for this one night that is exactly what I need you to look like, were trying to attract men and this would definitely be the honey to do that, please...just try it on," coaxed Mindy.
Reluctantly Jo took the dress from Mindy's hand, to get into it she realized she was going to have to go without a bra, something she never did in public but the tiny straps on the dress precluded wearing one. She quickly shed her heavy beige cotton bra revealing her perky C-cup breasts, fair skinned and roughly navel orange sized mounds supplanted by a pair of light pink areolas and dime sized round nips.
"Hmmm...I've always admired your breasts Jo, I wish mine stood up so nice and perky like that..." commented Mindy.
Jo blushed slightly in response, "Well I think guys like your breasts just fine, their so much bigger than mine," she replied eyeing Mindy's substantial DD cannons barely contained in the top of her low cut black party dress.
"Yeah but mine are definitely succumbing to gravity," laughed Mindy.
Jo finished placing the dress on and tied it behind her neck with a pair of strings, she turned to look in the mirror, this was certainly a daring look for her with her breasts plainly on display and the skirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs.
"Jesus Mindy, I don't know," started Jo.
"Come on don't worry about it, we need to head out or were going to be late...ohh and ditch the wedding band o.k.," said Mindy.
"God lord Mindy this is just asking for trouble!" said Jo warily.
"Please Jo, I really need this to go well, just for one night be my hot single friend, o.k.?" begged Mindy.
Reluctantly Jo removed her wedding band placing it in her purse as the two women headed for Mindy's car.
The concert venue wasn't far and they arrived after a short drive, it was an outdoor amphitheater vaguely bowl shaped with a long lawn that ramped up to a high wall at the back, a crowd was moving inside and the girls fell in with the rest. The opening act was already taking the stage and the girls stopped to get beers before they made to stand on the lawn. The first band ran through a quick set of maybe eight songs and by the time they were done, Jo needed to use the ladies room and the girls hurried back down the hill together. It took a while for Jo to get through the long line for the women's restroom and when she returned she found Mindy running up to her with a grin.
"Jo! while you were taking care of things I met the most awesome pair of guys, time for you to earn your wingman status," she gushed.