Watching my naked wife tied up in bondage ropes on a stage in front of strangers was insane enough, but now the emcee was calling people up to join her? What the hell was going on?
Lucy was on her knees, her arms bound behind her, red ropes criss-crossing her body. She was bound tight enough that I could see the marks of the ropes on her smooth white skin, but she didn't seem uncomfortable. On the contrary, based on her breathing and the wetness visible between her legs, she was feeling quite fine.
The fact that she didn't act surprised when the brunette called the Guptas to the stage made me question if she had known about this, too.
The lone spotlight shone down on her, illuminating every detail of her body -- her auburn curls falling out of the hairdo across her face, tiny beads of sweat running down her neck, her white breasts pushed forward by the tight red ropes, punctuated by two perfectly pointed nipples. Her breathing became more labored and her legs quivered. Lucy's juices trickled down her legs and glistened on the inside of her thighs.
The couple next to me pushed closer together. The wife stroked the bulge tenting her husband's tuxedo pants.
As the brunette called for Meredith and Taj Gupta to come to the stage, she continued to flick Lucy's breasts, pussy, and ass with the riding crop. Lucy gasped at every flick.
The Guptas came up to the stage. I recognized them from the school's silent auction -- they had a son in Lucy's class. Meredith Gupta was half-Indian and her husband was a self-made millionaire from Delhi. I remember they were both very friendly and down to earth.
"Hello, Lucy, it's Meredith and Taj," Meredith said kindly.
"Hi, Meredith," answered Lucy, lifting her blind-folded face. This isn't your typical parent/teacher conference, is it?" The crowd laughed.
The emcee stepped forward. "Meredith and Taj, you understand the parameters? Based on your bid you are allowed to conduct oral sex only, but you can choose any permutation of that, and you can feel free to switch positions at any time. How would you like to begin?"
Taj looked at Lucy. "If it's alright with you, Lucy, we'd love for you to pleasure my wife while I pleasure you."
"That sounds great," said Lucy.
"And if it doesn't break the mood too much I think it would be nice if we removed the blindfold so Lucy can see how happy everyone is to watch her," added Meredith.
The hostess cast a glance at Connie, who nodded. She walked over to Lucy and untied her blindfold. Lucy blinked a few times as her eyes got used to the light, then gazed out across the rapt audience, her hazel eyes shining. I couldn't tell how much she could truly see with the spotlight on her, but I imagine she could make out the figures in the crowd.
She looked up at Meredith. "Since I'm not really in much of a position to move around you'll need to help me out a bit," she said.
"Of course," said Meredith. "Let's get more comfortable."
Meredith turned to Taj and kissed him deeply. He untied the front of her dress and it fell open, revealing a red bra and panties. Meredith was thin, but with full breasts. After a few seconds kissing her husband she strode over to Lucy with her dress trailing behind her.
"Lucy, your breasts are so smooth and pert. May I touch them?" she asked.
"Please." Lucy looked down shyly. Meredith crouched low and gently cupped Lucy's breast. She rubbed her thumb across the nipple and Lucy breathed deeply, her chest stretching against the ropes.
"So soft," murmured Meredith. "May I kiss them?"
"Yes," whispered Lucy. Meredith leaned down and kissed the nipple softly at first, then started to suck more firmly on it. Her hand moved to the other breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. Then she switched places and began to suck on the left breast while playing with the right.
Lucy was squirming. "Oooooh, that feels good... Yes, like that..."
"You like the feel of my lips on your breasts?" said Meredith. "I do, too."