The crowd chanted as the drumbeat of the song began. As one, thousands of people swayed with the opening bass line.
Darling ... darling ... darling!
Ken wrapped Alice in his arms and squeezed her tight.
The crowd crackled with energy. The song was intoxicating. The sky had settled around the throng in the form of pink- and orange-tinted air, casting a look of red velvet on the field.
“Happy Anniversary.” His words tickled her ear.
Ten years and they were wrapped around each other like new lovers. Alice’s sunburned skin prickled in the cooling night air as Ken’s arms cinched her tighter.
“Still my favourite song,” she said, arching back to speak directly in his ear. He smelled like warm skin, suntan lotion, and beer.
Darling! The lead singer’s voice was a haunting, yearning plea. The crowd responded with a surge of joyous noise.
Bodies brushed them insistently, gently, like bugs bouncing against a screen door in the summer. Every nerve in Alice’s body drank in the music, the energy, and the colours. She soaked in the music, the crowd, and the tightly controlled chaos of sounds.
Ten years, and this had always been their song. Ten years of good and bad, love and hate, desire and doldrums. Things had not always been easy. They had not always been happy. The time they had considered separating seemed now like a distant memory. A bad dream.
The saxophone bleat carried on the wind, connecting her to him and reminding her of why they were still together.
They were hidden by an oversized Celtic throw, cloaked in cotton, secreted behind its bold patterns. Ken’s hands cupped her breasts. He was hard, pressing into the cleft of her ass as he swayed to the song and pulled her along.
She closed her eyes, letting the music and their song fill her senses. The rough voice of the singer brushed her like calloused hands, but Ken moved against her like a second skin – a ghost image of herself. Her hips swayed, charmed by the music and the feel of him.
She remembered the stories her mother had told her of the Indian snake charmers. How they could get the snakes to dance when they played just the right tune. Alice felt like the snake, reptilian and alert, but relaxed. Desire came over her. She should be surprised or even guilty, but she wasn’t. Forget decorum. Forget everything else. She slid her hands around to grip Ken’s upper thighs and pulled him closer.
My darling …!
Ken’s heartbeat mirrored her own. It thumped strong and steady against her back. The thrum of the bass wound down as Ken’s hands dropped to her loose skirt, lifting it. He found the meagre hindrance of her thong and pushed it down. It slid smoothly to the ridge of her knees.
“Take them off.” The words plinked in her ears like silver coins into a fountain.
She smiled in the settling dusk. The air had bled from pink to purple.
Alice wiggled her knees, forcing the thong to slip down her calves and puddle around her ankles in the pool of the throw. Everything but their heads was obscured from even the nearest person.
The song stopped, and there was a sudden silence. Ken pulled her so close her breath stuttered in her chest, and his erection prodded her back. Her nipples pushed eagerly against the smooth fabric of her dress.
Would the crowd react? It did at most of the band’s shows. REVOLUTION! They were known for their song “Darling”. It was legendary – an anthem for their loyal fans.
Encore! Encore! Encore …! echoed across the huge, grassy field. Fists rose in the air, lighters flickered on like a million fireflies staging a protest. Alice shivered at the palpable electricity in the air. A body brushed her, forcing her even closer to Ken. His cock was eager and hot against her cool skin. He was waiting. Alice knew why.
His mouth found her neck, the spot that made her skin tingle and her cunt turn liquid. His tongue skilfully played against that innocent spot. She moaned. There was something to be said for familiarity.
“All right, people, have it your way!” the lead singer rasped, his voice sounding like a mixture of broken glass and gravel.
The drumbeat started, and the crowd ignited. People danced with abandon. Darkness had fully settled, crouching over the pavilion. The strobes lit up the sky like false lightning skittering across the crowd with a bluish afterglow.
Darling …!
The soft fabric of her dress rose like a curtain, over her ass, past her hips, and bunched at the back of her waist. Ken’s hands pressed against her belly, pulling the fabric taut like a belt.
He didn’t have to say anything. Alice bent forward slightly, pushing her ass back against him. His skin was warm and smooth. Her hands danced along his arms, gliding to the fabric of his shorts. His cock was loose, freed from his zipper, but the rest of him was still sheathed in clothing.
One hand dropped to test her. He found her opening and slid a finger in. His cock bobbed appreciatively at finding her so wet. Another finger joined his first, hooking instantly to find her G-spot, and pressing. A wave of warmth and pleasure travelled through her.
She thought of the giggling they had shared while hunting for, and finding, her infamous G-spot. She remembered Ken’s impression of a safari explorer: And now, if we are very still and patient, we may just catch a glimpse of the celebrated and elusive G-spot …
Ten years, she thought, feeling her bones turn to rubber. Her pulse quickened as he massaged her deep inside. She felt a secret sadness when he withdrew those marvellous fingers.
My darling …!
He slid into her, slid in deep and hard, burying into her swiftly. So familiar, yet exciting and new in this setting. Alice sucked in a breath at the first delicious sensation of being entered. She felt his scrotum bouncing against her ass as his rhythm increased. It tickled, but she loved that feeling. His cock was always so strong and sure, thrusting into her, but his balls always seemed so vulnerable, left out somehow. Poor balls. She’d never confessed that thought to Ken. Maybe one day. There were plenty of days to come.
He pulled most of the way out, paused, and then thrust in again. She was almost pinned by his strong arms, but still able to lean forward more, allowing him to go deeper. She relished the audacity of this act. They had never done anything like this. Not in public. Not with a zillion people so near. Her nipples hardened. For all the crowd, they looked like lovers dancing to the music.
The bass became more urgent, the singer nearly screaming to the sky. Ken’s speed increased, bending her forward a little more. She was dripping now, her thighs wet from her juices. Bodies, like phantom partners, brushed theirs and heightened Alice’s senses. She arched back against his strokes, helping him in deeper, to allow him to push against the softest parts of her. Her cunt gathered around him, tightening to keep him in place. Her orgasm began, a tightening wave in tune with the music.
The rhythm of their sex jammed with the rhythm of the band. They swayed, nearly toppled, but found their balance. All the while, linked cock to cunt, back to front.
Alice felt the tension build in her sex, a tension that was so sweet it was nearly torturous. The friction was maddening as he buried his shaft into her with a greedy grunt. Forgetting her dress, Ken’s hands fell to the very tops of her thighs, gripping her hard. His fingertips barely touched the swell of her mound, just enough pressure to be aware of their presence. The possibility of his cupping her there, touching her swollen clit, pushed her closer to orgasm. She waited expectantly and, just when she thought he wouldn’t do it, his hands slid forward. One finger slid up her pebble-hard clit to paint her own juices across her engorged skin. Alice gasped, falling into the sensation. The beat of the music centred deep inside her brain.
He pulled her roughly, pounding deep into her as her knees weakened. As always, just before orgasm her legs felt boneless and unstable. Her body bucked. She felt Ken’s frenzy and knew he was close.
The bass picked up, and the driving drumbeat battered her ears, the music deluging her senses. The strobes streaked white and blue across the darkness, after-images tattooed on her retinas.
… but life’s nothing without you!
They came in one great moment of tension and release. In time with each other. She felt the tickling feeling of him emptying into her shuddering sex. She sighed with each contraction of her cunt, locking him in by clamping her thighs together. Ken’s voice was inaudible but tangible by the rush of breath across her ear and cheek. His hands snaked back around her waist, holding her close. He stayed in her. Holding her there as the song wound down again. The crowd was lost in the music. Still jostled and buffeted by the dancing throng, Ken held her and kissed her ear.
Finally he slid from her, leaving her vacant. She didn’t retrieve her thong or rearrange her dress. She stayed there in the field and took in the smell of the food vendors, the cheering and singing, the cool grass under her feet. Her husband’s sated cock against her skin, and the feel of their combined come between her legs.
My darling …
The final wail from the singer.
Alice rested her head in against Ken’s chest, watching the dark night sky as the next song resonated across the field. She smiled as she swayed. She should be surprised that after all these years they could be so bold. Instead, she was content knowing they still had some surprises left in them, after all.
And maybe, with any luck, they could add another song from the band for the next ten years.