Lucy was still in the bathroom, cleaning herself off and I imagine catching her breath from the intense session she'd just been through with Jason.
I went to the bar to grab another drink. I needed something to try to calm my emotions so I could think straight.
In less than an hour, I'd discovered that my wife -- the woman I've dated since college, the sweet Nebraska farm girl and beloved history teacher -- had been harboring secret desires for rope bondage, threesomes, and taking a huge cock. And not so secret at all -- she was doing it on stage! In front of fucking everybody.
And what about me? What was my part in this? Why didn't I rush to the stage and punch Jason before he fed his huge cock into Lucy's pussy? Why didn't I take her out of that sex swing and put her in the car and drive her home?
Because I knew she wanted this. The things she was doing onstage weren't anything I could have ever imagined her doing before tonight, but I knew my wife well enough to know when she was enjoying herself. And she was definitely enjoying herself tonight.
So the fact that she wouldn't look at me when she left the stage meant that she wasn't sure how I felt...
And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Connie was right. This whole evening was a huge turn-on for me. Fuck, Lucy had this entire crowd eagerly watching her every move, focused on her beautiful skin, her breasts, her legs, her pussy... How her eyes lit up in reaction to every sensation, hearing her talk dirty... She was incredible up there.
But she needed to know that I was fine with how far she was pushing this. So I took out my phone and sent her a text:
"You are the sexiest fucking woman on the face of the earth. I love you more than anything."
I saw the three dots, and then her response:
"You are my rock. My absolute love."
I sent a final response:
"Can't wait to see what you've got in store."
I am sure that the rest of the crowd was looking forward to the next act, too. Lucy and Jason's performance had gotten a number of the couples aroused enough that they were hooking up right here in the room.
The petite wife with the perky tits was giving her husband a blow job while a few other couples watched. Another couple was fucking in the shadows against the far wall, the redhead wife with her dress up around her waist and one leg wrapped around her husband while he pumped into her. Other couples were fondling each other here and there.
Connie stood onstage in front of the closed curtains and watched the crowd with a bemused look. Eventually she clapped once and held up her hands to get our attention.
"I think Lucy is ready for the final chapter," she announced. "Dan, darling, would you like to come up to the stage?"
Dan walked confidently to the front of the room, his composure calm and dignified. He took Connie by both hands and kissed her, then held up one of her hands and said to the crowd, "A round of applause for our most beautiful and amazing hostess, and dedicated PTA President -- my wife, Connie!"
The crowd cheered, and Connie bowed her head graciously. Then she gestured to the curtains. "We've got something a little fun in store. Let's get on with it!"
The curtain pulled back to reveal a classroom scene, empty chairs facing a large oak desk, where Lucy sat, wearing a white blouse and navy blue skirt and blazer, her hair in a tight bun and a pair of glasses perched on her nose. Quintessential teacher, prim and proper.
Dan started laughing. "Perfect!" he said, and Lucy smiled.
"Are you ready for your parent conference?" she asked.
He stood in front of the desk. "Yes I am. I hope I'm not too late."
"You're right on time," she said.
"But I haven't made this appointment about my child. It's about you."
Lucy stood up. "Me?" she asked.
"You." Dan walked up to her and looked down into her wide eyes. "I think you might have feelings for me."
Lucy's face and neck blushed beet red. "What... what do you mean?"
"At the silent auction, when we spoke, I saw how you looked at me."
"I was being friendly," she stammered.
"It was more than that," he said. He put a hand to her cheek. "And I felt something for you, too."
Lucy gazed up at him.
Dan continued. "And when you came over to spend time with Connie, I know she told you about this night, and you knew that I was the highest bidder..."
Lucy looked away. "I did," she whispered.
"And I think that's why you agreed to all of this," Dan said. He drew his finger slowly down her cheek, tracing her jawline and running it down her neck to her collarbone.
"Connie told me you were the highest bidder. I was already convinced about the rope binding, and I was curious about the rest, but when she told me that..."
"You couldn't say no to that opportunity," he said, slowly unbuttoning the first button on her blouse.
Lucy's breathing was getting heavy. The crowd was silent -- you could hear the shake in her breath as she exhaled.
"And I know Connie explained the rules of this night to you," he said. He moved to the second button, gently working it between his thumb and forefinger until it fell open.
"She did."
"And you know what I can do -- what I am planning to do."
Lucy looked at him. "Yes," she said. She bit her lip.
"Tell me," he said.
"You're going to fuck my ass."
"And you've never had that?" he asked, though he surely knew the answer. The third button, undone. Lucy's blouse fell open, a black lace demi-cup bra underneath.
"Tom has wanted to, but I've always been too nervous," she said. "I'm scared."
"But not tonight," Dan said. "You aren't scared now."
"No. I'm still nervous, but I'm excited, too."
Dan kept unbuttoning her blouse until it fell open. Then he spun her around slowly so she faced away from the crowd.
"I was deeply honored when Connie told me about your decision," he said. "I know it's not a choice you make rashly. It means the world to me."
He held the zipper at the back of her skirt and pulled it down. The skirt fell to the floor. Lucy shook off the blazer as well.
"Could you please bend over the side of the desk?" Dan asked her.
She did as he requested, spreading her legs as she leaned forward. Her ass looked exquisite -- the black lace panties caressing each firm, plump crescent. She wore thigh-high black silk stockings, and navy business-style heels. She rested her head on the desk.
"Oh, Lucy, you truly are a marvel."
Some of the men in the crowd were undressing their wives, who willingly stepped out of their skirts and shed their satin gowns to stand in various states of undress (panties, stockings, thongs, and garters), never taking their eyes from the stage.
Dan stood in front of Lucy and without breaking her gaze slowly took off his tuxedo jacket. He folded it in half and laid it on the desk next to her. Then he undid his cuff links, placing each one next to the jacket. One by one he removed the studs in his tuxedo shirt and placed them on the desk as well.
"I'm going to take this all slow," he said. "I'm going to start with your breasts. I know you like it when people play with your nipples."
"I love it," Lucy sighed.
"And your pussy -- your warm, pink, perfect pussy -- I want to feel it on my cock."
He took off his shirt, and Lucy admired his chest and abs, covered lightly with a spray of salt and pepper.
"I want your cock in me," she said, squeezing her legs together and moving a hand from on top of the desk to between her thighs.
"But that's not the most important thing. The best will be when I fuck that perfect ass of yours."
He unbuttoned his pants, stepped out of them, and folded them in half before putting them on top of his jacket. His cock was hard, not as big as Jason's but long. Lucy gazed at it, her hand moving steadily at her crotch, her hips swaying rhythmically.
Dan moved behind her. He grasped her underwear with both hands and pulled them down to her ankles. Lucy took little mincing steps as he began massaging each ass cheek with his strong, rough hands.
"Do you let your husband play with your ass?" Dan asked.
"Sometimes," she said. "He likes to rub his cock between my cheeks, and sometimes he wants to lick it."
"I can see why," Dan said, pulling the two hemispheres apart to show her pale pink rosebud, centered in the spotlight. Even though she had showered, her pussy glistened with wetness.
