Action at the Pta Auction

Connie emailed information about the Mystery Masquerade a few days later. It was scheduled for a Saturday night in mid-December, about six weeks away.

In the meantime, Connie asked if Lucy could provide some tutoring for her other daughter, who was a junior. Since Lucy wasn't her teacher it would be fine for Lucy to tutor her for a little extra money. We both felt that we needed the cash.

Lucy worked with Connie's daughter twice a week from 6 to 9, and Connie drove her home after that.

It was strange, but often it felt that she would come home from these sessions, well -- horny. Maybe I was imagining it, but I swear some nights she would get dropped off at home and immediately drop to her knees and unzip my fly. Or one time she bee-lined straight to our bedroom, grabbed her vibrator, and stayed in the bathroom for twenty minutes.

She also told me she loved me a ton. "We are such a great partnership," she said, as we were lying together after an evening's bout of sex.

The six weeks leading up to the party went by pretty quickly. Connie let us know that the dress code was fancy formal ("like the Oscars," she told us), so I had to rent a tuxedo, and Lucy went shopping with Connie for a dress the week before. We also needed to buy masks. We decided to go for a Venetian theme.

On the evening of the Masqerade, Lucy told me to get changed in the living room to give her space to get ready. No problem. I put on my tux and fumbled with the cuff links and bow tie until I finally felt presentable. To be honest, I looked pretty good. I am a relatively fit guy, and I can put myself together nicely.

I was looking forward to seeing Lucy. She hadn't shown me the dress she picked out with Connie, but I figured it would be similar to the dresses she'd bought in the past -- definitely flattering, and accentuating her curves, but always a little on the safe side.

It seemed like an hour went by. Lucy called through the door "I'm not so sure about this," and "I'm going to need a lot of wine," but eventually she knocked on her side of the bedroom door and announced, "Are you ready?"

"Come on out," I said.

The door opened and Lucy walked into the room. I swear to god it took me a moment to even recognize her.

Her dress was made up of hundreds of shiny thin chains, looped together so they clung close to her body and sparkled as she moved. It was immediately apparent that the dress was all she had on -- the gaps between the chains were narrow, but not so narrow that some skin couldn't show through.

The chains around her pubic mound were a bit more strategically positioned, but I was still able to tell that Lucy had shaved there, though I wasn't sure exactly how much.

The dress came up to her thighs, and she was wearing a pair of stilleto heels that gave her an extra four or five inches while forcing her to stand in a way that brought her tits and ass to full attention.

My cock was at full attention, too. I had never in my life seen my wife dressed like this. Lucy saw my expression and smiled.

"Do I look sexy?" she purred.

"Fuck, Lucy -- I really don't know what to say. You look fucking incredible. I am the luckiest man in the world."

I wanted to take her right there but I knew that I couldn't mess up her whole ensemble, so we gathered our things and walked out to the car. Lucy had a thin shawl to throw around her bare shoulders, but the evening was chilly enough that in the minute it took to open her passenger door her nipples were visibly erect.

"Did you pick out this dress with Connie?" I asked.

She nodded. "We both tried it on, but Connie said it looked much better on me. Her tits were too big for it."

I imagined the dress hugging Connie's tits and my cock stirred some more.

Lucy gave me directions to Connie and Dan's house -- though "house" hardly does it justice. We entered a code at the main gate and it swung open to reveal a long drive, sweeping past cypress trees to a modernist mansion on top of the hill, with clear views of the city beyond.

As we drove up to the front of the estate and I saw the Maseratis, Mercedes, and Range Rovers all lined up, I felt a bit ridiculous pulling up to the valet station in my Subaru.

But I didn't need to worry much because as soon as we stopped the car and the valet opened the door to let Lucy out he promptly forgot everything about the car we were driving. It took her some time to position herself in the seat so she could stand up. I'm sure he caught a clear view of a lot of her.

Lucy winked at me. "Ready?" she said.

"As I'll ever be."

Lucy paused and gripped my hand. "You love me, right?"

"Of course, babe. Why?"

"No matter what?"

"What are you talking about? I mean, yes, I love you more than anything. Do we need to talk?"

"Not now," she said. "Let's enjoy ourselves. I shouldn't have worried you."

We donned our masks and walked up to the front door. It opened automatically, and we entered the foyer, which opened to a parlor, with more rooms beyond. The place was enormous, and incredibly well designed, with a modern aesthetic and Japanese influences.

Connie and Dan swept in to greet us; Dan was in a double-breasted tuxedo while Connie was wearing a scoop necked red dress that showed her tits off to perfection. Her body was incredible -- she was a definite MILF, and she knew it.

Connie handed Lucy a Tom Collins and Dan held out a Manhattan for me.

"Lucy says this is your go to cocktail. I hope I made it to your liking."

"I'm sure it's perfect," I said. "And thank you for having us. We are really honored."

"We're the ones who are honored," Connie said. "The fact that Lucy has given us so much of her time, and is willing to participate..."

Lucy coughed. "Excuse me, Connie," she said. "Would you mind heading to the restroom with me? I want to adjust something."

It didn't seem like Lucy had much to adjust, but Connie left with her to the bathroom. I watched them both as they walked away.

"Two incredible women," Tom said. "We are lucky guys indeed."

"We are," I agreed, but my thoughts lingered on something Connie had said. Willing to participate... What did that even mean?

I was interrupted by the arrival of more guests. Dan excused himself and invited me to explore the party.

As I checked out the scene I realized that there was an erotic theme to the evening. The guests were all dressed normally, but in key places around the room they had small stages and poles set up with men and women dancing or doing acrobatic contortions. They were all masked, but for many of them that was about it. One woman with long dark hair wore a corset and thigh high stockings and held a riding crop. She sneered at me when she caught me staring.

I mingled with some folks but mostly nursed my drink and waited for Lucy to return. What was taking her so long?

Almost as though answering my thoughts Connie appeared next to me. She looked slightly concerned.

"I have a feeling that Lucy may not have been totally up front with you these past few weeks," she said. My heart skipped a beat.

"And I want to tell you that everything she is doing is part of her love for you. She has always felt slightly reserved, and she wants to break from that. And your love -- your support -- is what gives her the courage to go on this journey. Do you understand?"

"To be honest, I don't know that I do," I said.

"All will be revealed soon," Connie said. "Come on, the entertainment is about to begin."

A loud gong sounded from the rooms beyond and Dan announced, "It's showtime, folks!"

Couples moved toward the far room, where a stage had been set up with a tall burgundy curtain, drawn closed. The brunette with the riding crop stood in front.

The couples stood expectantly, some with their arms around each other. There was a palpable sense of anticipation in the air.

Connie gave my hand a squeeze and headed to the stage. Just then my phone pinged -- a message from Lucy.

"babe i love u so much i hope you are ok but this is sonething i want to do pkease be ok with it i lovr lovr love you xxoo"

I hardly had time to process the text when Connie announced from the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your tremendous generosity and for coming here tonight. We are excited to get the performance underway."

"As some of you know, I have always been intrigued by the Japanese art of shibari --rope binding. Dan has found me wonderful instructors" -- she nodded to a small woman standing by the side wall -- "but I am most honored to have found an amazing muse who has let me practice my art on her for these past six weeks."

"You all know her as a phenomenal educator, mentor to your children, and coach who is wise beyond her years. But tonight we are excited to show another side of her. May I present, Ms. Lucy Barnett!"

The gong sounded again and the brunette pulled the curtains open to reveal Lucy -- my wife, Lucy -- standing in the center of the stage, wearing her skin clinging dress and high heels, but with a blindfold instead of the mask.

There was an audible murmur throughout the crowd and people pushed closer to the stage.

Lucy was flanked on either side by two men holding lengths of red rope; the brunette stood behind her. I could see Lucy was shivering.

Connie walked up to her. "Lucy, thank you so much. You are wonderful. How are you feeling?"

"Hi, Connie," Lucy answered, turning her face toward Connie's voice. "I am nervous, but really excited."

"We are all excited, too," Connie answered. "I know you can't see us all, but we are all here to support you..."

There was a chorus of nods and mumurs of agreement from the crowd.

"But of course your biggest supporter is your husband, Tom. Tom is here, too."

"Oh, babe I love you so much," Lucy called out to the crowd. "I'm sorry this is more of a surprise than it should have been. I hope you are OK with all this. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, babe," I said. The couple next to me looked over and smiled. I wasn't sure what else to say. I mean, I wasn't going to cause a huge scene in front of the wealthiest parents at the school -- parents who could get Lucy fired and torpedo my career with one word on the golf course. And besides, the thought of watching my wife get tied up with ropes by Connie was pretty arousing.

"So let's get to it," Connie said. The brunette stepped forward and pulled a silver scissors from her corset. She smoothly cut a chain at the top of Lucy's dress and the entire thing cascaded down her body like a waterfall, landing on the wooden floor with a musical metalic crescendo, leaving Lucy naked, blindfolded, and in high heels.

"Oh look at those breasts," the woman in front of me whispered to her husband.

"God, I'd love to suck on those nipples," he said.

I was right about Lucy's shaving; a thin line of trimmed pubic hair was all that was left. She shivvered a bit more intensely, both from the cold, and, I imagine, from the nerves.

For the next ten minutes or so Connie wrapped the red ropes around Lucy in an intricate network, reaching up and around and behind to tie knots and loops of ever more complicated patterns.

Often she would brush her hands against Lucy's bare skin, or graze the side of her breast. Lucy giggled.

Eventually Connie finished her work. Lucy was trussed up tightly, the ropes in an x-cross around her breasts, forcing them out with nipples hard as diamonds.

A single spolight illuminated Lucy; Connie held the ends of two ropes and when she tugged on them they pulled Lucy's labia apart and the crowd applauded.

Connie leaned in to kiss Lucy on the lips, teasing her with her tongue. "Thank you again," she said, and walked off the stage to more applause.

The brunette took the ropes and suddenly yanked downward, forcing Lucy to her knees with her arms tied behind her. Lucy gasped. The brunette traced her riding crop against Lucy's thighs, then slapped her lightly on her pussy. In the spotlight we could all see her wetness.

"Oh, she's dripping," a guy in front of me called out.

"Oooohh," Lucy moaned.

"It's now time for the auction winners to claim their prize," the woman announced. "We have three highest bidders. The first winners are Merideth and Taj Gupta!"