The stage was set, it was a sea of yellow as Coldplay took to the mesmerizing crowd in Ahmedabad, belting out hits after hits. The atmosphere seemed electric, you could feel the pulse racing as the sounds echoed through the stands among scores of youngsters who had lined up for this special evening.

Only that, we were watching it on our 55 inch LCD with the lights switched off in the house. Reshma and Divya sat on either side of me as the TV kept playing on full volume. We were all big fans of this band since years now, having our earphones plugged in to their beats most days. It was quite a spectacle, as we saw colors fill up the stadium and fireworks go up in the night sky - Whoa!

There was a coffee table to the side of the couch where all the three of us were nestled, and an unopened box of Score condoms lay on it, sealed as bought from the store just an hour ago. Equally up to the task, a lube stood right next to it - just to make sure everything was lined up for the night. None of us were talking, as our eyes and ears were glued to the screen ahead of us.

Reshma was in a pink sweater that evening, blue jeans which complimented the look. Divya, on the other hand, opted for a white crop top with black leggings. Both of them were sitting with their feet up, comfortably nestled on the couch - while I was sporting a yellow v-neck tee for this evening. But, nothing underneath.

My cock was semi-hard between the two women, and I could feel Divya's soft, cold fingers stroking me lightly as half an hour passed into the concert. Despite being circumcised, blood rushed to the shaft in seconds and I was almost completely hard. By this time, I was cursing my heightened senses and just praying to Chris himself that I last the entirety of this evening with such extreme arousal. As I turned to face Divya, she increased the pace of her strokes, pumping this dick with a mean, bitchy attitude as my left hand slid into Reshma's sweater to find her tight bra. DM "Coldplay" to continue.