My partner and I were at a gig, watching one of his favourite bands. I didn’t really want to go, but I had promised him.

We’d already had a few drinks at another bar before arriving at the venue, so we were a bit tipsy. I was in a naughty, playful mood.

The venue was an old warehouse—dark, loud, and standing room only. We went to the bar, grabbed more drinks and made our way as close to the stage as we could. It was already packed with people everywhere. While waiting for the band to start, we got chatting with a few guys standing around us. They were all friendly and funny.

One guy in particular caught my eye. Tall, dark, floppy hair, beard—very sexy. With his tight jeans and T-shirt, he looked like he could’ve been in the band. I could tell he worked out. My pussy tingled, and I felt a bit naughty.

He introduced himself as Scott. He was super friendly to both of us, but he paid a little more attention to me, flirting lightly. My partner didn’t notice; he was too busy talking to another guy.

Scott offered to buy us a drink. We declined, but he insisted, so I offered to help him carry them. We headed to the bar together.

While we waited in the queue, Scott got very flirty, resting his hand on my bum. He asked about my relationship, joking about how serious it was. I laughed and told him we’d been together for a few years. He put his hand on my arm, looked me in the eye, and said if I ever got bored with my partner, I should find him for some fun. He winked, spanked my bum gently, and laughed.

The tension between us grew as we kept flirting. At the bar, he ordered two tequila shots for us to down immediately, plus more drinks to take back.

By the time we returned, the band had already started. It was loud, crowded, and everyone was having a good time—clapping, dancing, singing. I handed my partner his drink and stood behind him, swaying with the music. Scott was behind me, singing along.

I had one hand on my partner’s waist. Then I felt another hand—Scott’s. He flashed me a cheeky grin when I turned to check. I smiled back and faced the stage again.

A few minutes later, both his hands were on my waist. He was pushing boundaries, which only made me more excited. I let go of my partner and leaned back into Scott. My partner didn’t notice; he was lost in the music.

Scott pulled me closer, and I teased him by rubbing my bum against him as I danced. His hands slid up under my T-shirt, caressing my skin. He smelled amazing. The mix of alcohol, the music, and the risk of being caught made me so wet. His fingers moved higher, brushing over my bra. My inhibitions slipped away. This was so naughty, but I didn’t care.

I was grinding against his groin, feeling his cock grow hard through his jeans. He slipped his hand inside my bra, squeezing and teasing my nipples. That always makes my pussy throb. He commented on how big my tits were.

I decided to return the favour, rubbing his cock through his jeans. His hand slid inside my knickers, stroking my swollen clit. He whispered in my ear how wet I was and how hard he was going to fuck me.

I pulled away, told my boyfriend I was going for a smoke and would grab more drinks, then winked at Scott to follow me.

We pushed through the crowd, hand in hand. Down the hall by the toilets, I checked it was empty, and he pushed me inside a cubicle. His lips crashed into mine, hands roaming all over. He told me to sit. Pulling down my knickers, he spread my legs and buried his face between them, licking and teasing me with his tongue and fingers.

I pulled my T-shirt and bra up over my tits, squeezing them and playing with my nipples. He made me cum hard, his face wet with me. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips.

Then he lifted me up, spun me around, bent me over, lifted my skirt, and slid his cock deep inside me. I came instantly, gushing all over him. He fucked me hard and fast—frantic, desperate. The risk of being caught only turned me on more. I tried to stay quiet, but I swear someone was listening. We didn’t care.

I felt him tense, about to cum. He pulled out and told me to sit again. Stroking himself, he exploded all over my pussy. Then he rubbed it in, fingering me with his cum-covered fingers until I came again.

He kissed me, zipped up, and slipped out, heading back to the gig. I sat there dazed, reeling from what had just happened. After cleaning myself up, I went for a much-needed smoke.

I grabbed our drinks and returned inside. I handed my partner his, and he didn’t even notice how long I’d been gone. I looked around for Scott, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I felt so dirty and so naughty. My partner had no idea.

It was the best gig ever.