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It was a hot summer evening when my wife, Sarah, and I arrived at the iconic music festival she had been fantasizing about for months. As we found our spot on the crowded lawn, the energy in the air was palpable. The band's opening chords sent the crowd into a frenzy, and Sarah, already buzzing from a few glasses of wine, pulled me close and whispered, "Let's get wild!"nnHours passed in a blur of singing along, dancing, and celebrating with friends. As the night grew late, Sarah's inhibitions fell away with each drink. I could see the mischief in her eyes as she pulled me into a slow, sensual dance. Her hands roamed my body, and I felt a mix of arousal and trepidation.nn"Come on, let's take it to the front!" Sarah slurred, grabbing my hand. I hesitated, concerned for her safety, but her excitement was infectious. We pushed our way through the throng of bodies, music pulsating through our chests.nnSuddenly, Sarah let out a whoop and jumped onto someone's shoulders, straddling their head. Before I could react, a wave of hands lifted her from the man's shoulders, and she was airborne, soaring above the crowd. Time seemed to slow as I watched in horror and awe.nnIn a matter of seconds, Sarah found herself at the mercy of the crowd. Dozens of hands groped her body, fingers delving into her most intimate places. Liquor bottles were pressed against her skin, pouring spirits and beers onto her naked flesh as the crowd chanted and cheered. The sight of my wife, a few hours ago my loving partner, now a plaything for hundreds, was both humiliating and erotic.nnI stood frozen, unable to intervene, as the crowd worked in unison to pleasure Sarah. I watched in a daze as strangers' fingers probed her pussy and ass, their faces buried between her legs as they devoured every inch of her. There was no escaping the reality that my wife, the woman I adored, had become a willing sex object for this sea of strangers.nnAs the song ended, Sarah was tossed back into the crowd, her body slick with sweat and liquor. A lanky man with a mischievous grin caught her, and they disappeared into the throng, lost to the music and their own desires. I was left alone, reeling from the scene I had just witnessed.nnIn the aftermath of that fateful night, Sarah and I never spoke of the concert or her wild descent into the crowd. But the memory of her naked body, writhing in the hands of strangers, lingered between us, a taboo secret that fueled our most intimate moments and darkest fantasies.
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