It had been years since Abi had been able to attend a concert. And while it would have been easy to blame it on Xavier she had to acknowledge it wasn’t all his fault, she was generally very busy and just had never taken the time. But here she was at the Century II Performing Arts Center for a concert of the Wichita Symphony. She would have liked to have dressed up for the occasion, but since she left Sedgwick in such a hurry she had only what she had been wearing along with her jeans and a flannel shirt (one of Xavier’s actually) that she had worn during the day. But it didn’t matter, she was excited to be at the concert and settled into her front row balcony seat next to an older man on her left and a young couple on her right.<br/><br/>The concert began with the lovely Rossini overture to “The Italian in Algiers,” which was followed by the beautiful “Emperor Concerto” by Beethoven. As the music began she felt transported. She was surrounded by the colors of the orchestra and piano weaving together. It made her heart beat faster as she listened. The young pianist reminded her a little of Robin as she watched his hands gently caress and move lovingly over the keyboard. At the close of the 3<span style="vertical-align:super">rd​</span>movement she was almost breathless and she joined the other audience members in giving the young pianist a standing ovation.<br/><br/>After a brief intermission the audience returned to their seats as they waited for the beginning of the 2<span style="vertical-align:super">nd​</span>half of the program. Finally, the lights went down, the musicians returned to the stage, the concertmaster tuned the orchestra and with the return of the conductor the downbeat brought the beautiful sound of the opening horn statement at the beginning of the Schubert “Great” C Major symphony.<br/><br/>As soon as the horns started Abi felt emotion begin to well up inside of her. She felt like she was going to start crying and there was still an hour of music to go! But the sound of the horns, followed by the beautiful chorale of the woodwinds transported her to another place. She felt herself being lifted out of her seat, held in the hands of the goddess and enveloped by warmth and love and peace. And then the pace shifted, the music took on a fast whirlwind character and Abi felt herself flying, moving quickly, looking down and watching as her life passed before her eyes. She saw faces - her parents, her older brother, their friends, her various and multiple lovers. The faces appeared to her and then disintegrated into a mist as another face took its place. Where had all those times and places gone? All of the friends and loved ones – where had they gone?<br/><br/>The 2<span style="vertical-align:super">nd​</span>movement was slow and gentle and as she listened she closed her eyes and found herself lying on the beach. She was on her honeymoon and she was naked under the sun, and she was alone. But as she sat up to look out towards the sea, feeling the gentle warm Caribbean breeze caressing her body she squinted in order to watch a man walking towards her, emerging from the waters, like the god Poseidon. This beautiful naked man was her husband, Xavier. Her heart beat faster as she watched him slowly walk towards her, his body dripping, his cock and balls gently swaying as he walked. Her body tingled with excitement as she slowly opened her legs for her husband, her lover, her soul-mate. She was wet… she was ready… “take me Xavier,” she whispered…<br/><br/>As the orchestra began to final movement with its driving rhythmic pulse, Abigail felt the intensity of the rhythm in her body. Xavier had entered her, right there on this private beach. The rhythm of his powerful thrusts matched the rhythmic pulse of the music. Her nipples ached. She desperately wanted to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples right there as they sat in the concert. She could tell her panties had become soaking wet and her body was on fire. She subtly slipped a hand under the jacket she held on her lap and tried to push the hand against herself, but the gentle touch of her hand through the layers of her skirt and panties only enflamed her more. She closed her eyes again and she saw the beautiful face of her husband smiling down at her. She kissed him passionately, she felt him stiffen and fill her with his cum.<br/><br/>“Bravo!” The man besides her jumped to his feet to applaud the orchestra. Abigail was breathless, exhausted and aroused. Slowly she stood and joined the applause. As the couple on the other side of her slipped out immediately she followed them and headed to the parking deck. She found her car but before getting into it she looked around. She had beaten the crowd. There was no one yet. She quickly lifted her skirt, reached under and slipped off her wet panties. It felt wonderful to feel the cool air caressing her womanhood and she reached down and rubbed her aching, wet mound before pulling down her skirt and getting into her car. Before slipping the panties into her purse she brought them to her face in order to smell her arousal and feel her moisture on her face.<br/><br/>Before long she was out of the city, onto the freeway and then weaving through some residential streets heading towards the university and her guesthouse. She could not resist any longer, she let her legs open and she pulled up her skirt and dropped a hand between her legs and began to toy with herself. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hand inside in order to squeeze her breasts. Then again allowing her hand to fall between her legs she ran her fingers up her thighs, between her labia over her engorged clitoris now soaking wet with her arousal.<br/><br/>Just at that point she saw lights in her rearview window, a police car bearing down on her driving. “Oh god…” She moaned as she pulled over, but the car sped past her. Parked on the side of the road for a moment she fantasized that was her husband in that police car and as he questioned her he could smell her arousal, he could see the wetness on her fingers. Chief Rollins would make her get out of her car and lean up against the car and spread her legs. He would make her lift her skirt all the way up to her waist. He would search her, feeling her breasts, squeezing her breasts, and then up her thighs, pulling her nether lips open, push his hand between her legs. Then he would spank her lightly for speeding before opening his pants and pushing his cock deep inside of her.<br/><br/>Abi could feel an orgasm building, but she pulled her car out into the road and finished her trip to the guesthouse. She did not even bother buttoning her blouse as she rushed into the building after parking. Eschewing the elevator she took the stairs and was soon locking the door of her room behind her. Once in the room she dropped her purse beside the door, immediately kicked off her shoes, dropped her skirt, her blouse, her bra and fell into her bed naked. She closed her eyes conjuring up the image from earlier of laying on that private beach in Virgin Gordo so many years ago, feeling warm breeze caressing her body at the same time as she shared intimacy with new husband Xavier. Then she saw herself and Xavier walking naked hand in hand along the deserted beach. She was so in love then. He had not initially wanted to get naked with her, but eventually agreed once he realized they would be truly alone. She slipped a finger between her labia and found her wetness, pulling her finger out and licked it, both to taste herself and to help spread the wetness. She opened her legs by bending them at the knees and pushing her hand between her legs. She then began to gently push several fingers inside herself and then pull out and rub them all over her body including across her clitoris and on her nipples. Over and over she repeated this, bearing down on her clit a little harder each time as she continued to draw her fingers out of her vagina and move them to her lips flicking her tongue over her fingers. Then back down she dived again, rubbing harder and faster.<br/><br/>She thought about Xavier. She moaned as she saw him standing in front of her with his penis erect waiting to fill her mouth and cunt. She quickened her pace even faster as she moaned softly. Images of her husband floated through her mind: his beautiful smiling face; his beautiful hard cock. She began to whimper as she bore down harder rubbing herself frantically. Her mind shifted to images and lovers from her past before she had met Xavier. She thought about Robin… She felt Robin’s tongue between her legs. She moved her left hand to her breasts and began to squeeze and pinch her nipples. She wanted Xavier’s cock…. In…. her… own… cunt!!!! She wanted Robin’s cunt on her face as her two lovers faced each other and began kissing and fondling each other. She screamed as an orgasm coursed through her body. Wave after wave…. She pushed three fingers deep inside of herself, fucking herself with them until the intensity began to dissipate. Slowing the motion she eventually came to a complete stop. She turned on her side and brought her knees up and lay in a fetal position with her right hand still between her legs pushed into her cunt and her left hand toying with a nipple. She began to cry softly as lay this way quietly listening to her quickened breathing. Slowly, laying on top of the covers naked she fell asleep.