I will never forget my first experience of frottage and what it means to be a cuckold. I was only an 18 year old guy at the time and merely an observer at first, but it left a lasting impression on me. (frot•tage Pronunciation (frô-täzh ) n. The act of rubbing against the body of another person, as in a crowd, to attain sexual gratification). Around ten years ago a bunch of friends and I went to a rock concert at the Manchester Apollo to see our favourite band of that time. Like all inner-city theatre rock venues the Apollo was old and tacky and therefore one of our favourite places to go. The band we had trudged through the evening rain to see never really made the big time, so I won't bore you with the details of their short and torrid career. Suffice to say they were loud and fast and managed to generate dangerous amounts of adrenaline, and in that respect were worth seeing. As usual we had opted for the front stalls tickets so that we could be close to the stage and in the thick of the action. Once the support band had kicked off we emerged from the packed bar, plastic pint glasses in hand, and worked our way through the mass of bodies to the front rail. Soon we were totally hemmed in on all sides by the heaving crowd of pseudo hippies and other ragged characters as we struggled to avoid spilling our precious beer onto the sticky floor. It wasn't long before I had practically lost sight of my friends as more and more people forced their way to the front in readiness for the main event. Frankly I wasn't too impressed by the support band and I had been unfortunate enough to see their sorry act before, so my attention started to wander. The theatre lights were out, and so the faces of the people around me were bathed in a coloured glow from the overhead lighting rig on stage. Occasionally a bright flash of stark white light would make everyone visible; they looked like a room full of startled rabbits caught in a car headlamp. The loud music soon filled our ears to bursting point and I could feel the drums and bass guitar, pounding deep in my chest. It was the feeling I loved best in life at that time. I soon noticed a young couple crushed in beside me against the front rail. They looked to be around the same age as myself, perhaps a year or so older. The girl had a gorgeous sweet face which, was framed perfectly by a mass of long wavy blonde hair with various pieces of coloured fabric woven into it. She wore a hippie type skirt that highlighted the curve of her hips and the perfect slope of her bottom. As I looked at her I couldn't help wondering, somewhat jealously, how her weedy looking boyfriend had ever managed to pull her in the first place. The music continued to roar from the huge tower of black speakers around us. The sheer heat from all the bodies made it hard to breathe. Gradually the mass of people behind seemed to be surging forward more and more perhaps in appreciation, or maybe just in anticipation of the main band that were soon to be on stage. In any case I soon noticed a guy in his late twenties jammed up behind the girl in the hippie skirt. At first I didn't think anything about it as we were all packed in worse than sardines. It wasn't until the push of the crowd subsided and we were allowed a brief moment in which to take another breath that I noticed that he was still pressed unnecessarily close to the beauty beside me. I must confess that I was naïve to many of the more exotic not to say pervy ways of the world at that tender age but I soon realised that this man seemed to be enjoying the crush of the crowd, far more than people usually do. I should also say that during this and the following events neither he nor the girl in question ever took their attention of the stage once for more than the briefest of moments. As far as all but the most probing eyes were concerned it was business as usual. Suddenly the crowd swayed backwards once more, the unexpected reduction in forward pressure caused our man in the stalls to stumble back slightly revealing to my utter shock, a large erection poking out from his grubby jeans. He quickly moved forward again to avoid being spotted but it was too late. I had seen it with my own eyes. I wondered for a moment if I should step forward any tell the young couple when it dawned on me that he was pressing it against this lovely girls soft behind with such force that she had to steady herself against the steel safety rail. In fact she was bending forward over the rail more than she was before. I felt pretty excited as I realised that this quiet looking girl was standing there allowing a complete and unseen stranger to rub his cock against her arse and that I had a clear view of the action. The young boyfriend had his arm around his young girlfriends shoulder as if to keep her safe, I could hardly believe the cheek of this man in the crowd to do such a thing when the girl’s boyfriend was right there beside her. True, the boyfriend didn't look as though he presented much of a threat, in fact he looked as if a good blast of fresh air would knock him over, but it just seemed really wrong to me. By now the crowd was heaving back and forth, and I could hardly move my arms now without almost breaking someone's ribs. I could feel the softness of a female body pressing against my left side though I did nothing to take advantage of the situation. Partly out of principle, and partly because I was enthralled by the scene I was watching. As I looked down I saw that the man now had his arm around the girl's waist and seemed to be feeling between her legs, touching her pussy through the thin cotton skirt. I tried to imagine what he was feeling, with his hardness secretly pressed against the girl's soft arse, as he rubbed his finger along the indentation of her pussy in the darkened hall. I kept wondering what would happen if her boyfriend discovered what was happening to his girl. Would he start a fight that he was destined to lose, or would he take her by the hand and leave the theatre in anger or in tears. I was still pondering on this when I looked up to see that although he still had his arm around her shoulder he was looking down at the groin of the man behind. This was it I thought. He knows. What happened next I could not have anticipated. The timid looking young man kissed his girl on the right cheek and looked back toward the stage. I could see that he was looking flushed and that he was breathing deeply as though in shock. Or was it something else? After a moment he glanced back again, only this time he looked briefly into the man's eyes. The older man gave a kind of grin that said 'Ok kid, what you going to do about it?' The boyfriend looked back down to see the man's erection now standing completely upright. It was pressed along the deep valley between the girl's buttocks and he was holding her firmly by the hips. I felt myself start to sweat as I peered through the gloom to watch the lewd scene before me. The girl still didn't turn or acknowledge the man's presence, but instead continued to allow him to slowly slide his thick shaft up and down between her soft quivering cheeks causing them to involuntarily caress the sides of his stiff and naked penis. The boyfriend watched quietly as if to not draw anyone's attention as though if anyone else were to see, the spell would be broken. I was speechless. How could this young guy stand by as this was happening to his girl? Not only did he seem content to go along with it but also he seemed to be more and more excited by the situation. This was confirmed when I saw him squeezing his own smaller erection through his trouser pocket. As I watched he seemed to whisper something in his girl's ear, in reality he must have been shouting loud enough to lose his voice in order to be heard. As he spoke to her I saw her reach down and squeeze his cock for him. I could stand it no longer, when I noticed that the boyfriend had spotted me looking. All around us people were so busy watching the stage and wrestling to remain upright that nobody else had noticed a thing in the darkness. I however had been watching it all and now the boyfriend knew. I looked him in the eye and realised that he was waiting to see what I would do. So without hesitating to worry about the consequences I reached beneath her and cupped his girlfriends dangling left breast. I expected her to turn on me but instead she remained perfectly still as I held her in my hand. Pretending to look at one of the band members on stage so as to not draw attention to myself I used my other hand to stroke the silky skin of her thigh through her skirt. She felt wonderful and as I had little or no experience with women at that time It was almost more than I could stand. I glanced sideways to make sure that her boyfriend was watching as I joined the other man in touching the girl's body. She seemed to have a serene look on her face as she stood sandwiched between two strange men while they groped her intimately in the darkness. The man behind made no effort to keep her for himself and seemed quite happy to allow me free access to her. I gingerly brushed my fingers against the front of her skirt feeling the outline of her panties and the slight bulge of her mound, my fingers carefully explored the area as I stared blankly before me at the stage. She straightened up a little which made it possible for me to feel the slight indentation of her pussy lips. I probed the shape of the top of her slit, wishing I could reach under her skirt to the skin beneath. My heart was pounding so hard now I thought I would have some kind of seizure. She allowed me to rub at her clitoris while her boyfriend stood silently beside her. The man behind her reached forward and gripped the bar on each side of her causing her to lean back over it. This meant I could no longer reach her pussy so I groped around in the dark for another exciting area to caress. He pressed more of his weight onto her slim back. In doing so made it impossible for anyone else to see what was happening. He was getting bolder and bolder and I was getting hotter and hotter. Her wimp of a boyfriend kept glancing around at the curved and thickly veined shaft pressing between his girl's bottom cheeks, biting his lip as he watched the bloated purple head slowly come into view then disappear once more. By now her boyfriend had released his own, rather unimpressive member from it's usual home and was trying to encourage her to touch him as she slowly worked her ass up and down against the man behind. Her slim fingers closed around the thin penis of her boyfriend and massaged its length for him while he watched. Suddenly I saw the man tense and press harder against her, this was followed by two or three short bursts of thick looking semen which shot up from his cock and landed on her skirt and the bare skin of her lower back. The man dipped a callused finger into the thick stringy white fluid and reaching forward, he slipped the finger between the girls pouting lips and into her mouth. She stood silent and unresisting as he slid his spunky finger back and forth across her moist tongue. I couldn’t be sure if she was sucking his finger or not because she was so careful to behave as though nothing was happening. Her boyfriend looked amazed and started to fumble in his pocket. He produced a crumpled wad of tissues which, he used to discretely wipe her with. The man wiped his cock on the girl's skirt and pushed his way out of the crowd leaving the young couple alone. Even as he moved away the girl never turned to look at the man. The boyfriend fumbled to put his wet shrivelling penis back into his pants. After that, the rest of the evening was an anticlimax. And later I watched the young couple leave the theatre hand in hand. The girl put on a short jacket which she had in her bag to cover the wet patches on her skirt. Her boyfriend seemed very proud to be by her side as they walked off into the night. For anyone who has never experienced the sensation of being in a hot theatre packed to capacity by thousands of excited people, crammed in tightly and pushing against each other in almost total darkness it probably seems highly unlikely that any of the above could take place unnoticed. Take it from me that it happens all the time. I understood more about myself after that night as I lay in bed. I found myself envying the boyfriend as much if not more than the stranger but I was also pretty glad to have been the fourth party in the secret liaison. There seemed to be so many emotions swishing around, jealousy, lust, excitement and the feelings of power and humiliation binding the trio together for that short time. I knew then that I would have to experience this scenario for myself, and soon.