My wife's friend Emily approached her about a charity event she was involved in. It consisted of a dinner and auction where people would bid on clothing worn by volunteer models on stage. As each article of clothing was auctioned off, the model would remove it for the audience.
The men would strip down to a pair of boxers. The women would strip down to some lingerie. The underclothes were usually pretty conservative, although in the past some of the women would be daring enough to show a fair amount of cleavage or something lacy enough to be revealing.
Karen thought Emily might want her to model the clothes, but instead Emily said she needed help with the organizing and that Karen would be a good master of ceremonies. As an avid exhibitionist, Karen was a bit disappointed. Emily pointed out that Karen could wear something really sexy and would still be showing off.
They rounded up volunteer models and got a good response from some local university students.
"Are you sure you could stand up there on stage without taking your clothes off?" I asked Karen one night as she told me about the event.
"Don't you worry about me, I plan on wearing something especially sexy and yes, I expect I'll be keeping my clothes on," Karen replied.
She read the disappointment on my face. She's an avid exhibitionist and I love showing her off.
"It's not that kind of auction," Karen said. "It should be fun, though. Emily is one of the models."
Emily has an amazing body and looks spectacular in a bikini. I was curious what kind of lingerie she might wear. Karen told me I would have to wait and see.
There was a lot of interest in the event, especially with Karen involved. Her boss and some of her coworkers bought tickets, along with many of our friends. Some of these people had seen Karen perform her stripper routine, some of them in secret. I wondered if they thought they would get a repeat.
The event was usually held at a hotel ballroom or banquet hall. This year it would be held on a large and secluded estate outside of town. A large tent with a stage was set up. A caterer provided the food, although the serving was to be done by volunteers.
I whistled as Karen entered the living room that night. Her dress had a plunging neckline, showed plenty of cleavage and the thin material clung to her like two layers of paint. I couldn't quite make out her nipples, though I couldn't wait to see her up on that stage and to check out other people's reactions.
We arrived hours early to make sure everything was ready. There were plenty of double takes as people took notice of Karen and their eyes followed her as she crossed the dining area.
Emily looked amazing as well in a tight skirt, a jacket and a blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. All of the models wore colored nametags so they stood out for the crowd. They were encouraged to mingle with the guests during the cocktail hour, so people could see what they would be bidding on.
Several of the men from Karen's office showed up and Karen greeted them warmly with hugs. It was obvious they were checking her out, a few of them blatantly ogling her cleavage. I certainly couldn't blame them, and it always turned me on to see the effect she has on other men.
I noticed that none of the women she worked with were there and the men left their wives and girlfriends at home. Karen called Emily over to her coworkers and introduced her as one of the models.
"You're not modeling?" Karen's boss asked as he nodded to Emily's special name tag. "I bought a table for all the guys."
"I'm master of ceremonies," Karen replied.
Her boss and coworkers seemed disappointed, they tried not to let on. Her boss couldn't very well admit that some of them had seen my wife on stage at a local strip club months before.
Karen made her way around the room, greeting people and answering questions about the bidding. I stood back and watched the men watching her.
After dinner, Karen took to the stage and made the typical announcements of thanking everyone for attending and reminding them of the rules. They would bid on one item of clothing at a time. The model would remove it and the auction would continue. She reminded them that the models were all volunteers and no picture taking or videos were allowed.
With the bright lights on her, the thinness of Karen's dress became even more apparent. One could easily make out the outline of her breasts. Her nipples nearly poked through the material.
A young stud named Kevin came out first, to the appreciative shears of the ladies in the audience. Reading from a card, Karen told the audience about what Kevin was wearing and the bidding began. His jacket went first, followed by his shirt and pants. The women shared as he removed his pants and handed them to a volunteer.
The music came on and Kevin put on a show for the audience, dancing and gyrating in his boxers like a male stripper.
A group of women near the stage began chanting "more, more."
"How much for the boxers?" One of them yelled.
Keven laughed and worked his way back towards Karen.
"You know the rules, ladies," Karen reminded them.
Kevin leaned over to the microphone and grabbed hold of his boxers.
"The bidding starts at $500," he said with a grin.
The women cheered. Karen's jaw hung open. This was not part of the plan.
"You're not supposed to do that," Karen whispered into Kevin's ear.
"It's all for charity, right?" Kevin said into the microphone with a shrug.
A woman up front stood and called out her bid, "$500!"
Some in the audience gasped, though most of the women cheered.
"Uh guys, this wasn't part of the..." Karen protested.
A woman in the back raised the bid. The woman up front countered.
Karen's jaw hung open and she shook her head as the bidding continued for a bit, then stopped.
"Okay well, this wasn't part of the plan, but it is for charity I guess," Karen called out. "going once? Going twice? Sold!"
The audience cheered. The music went back on. Kevin strutted down the runway, turned away from the audience and dropped his boxers. The crowd went wild. He turned around and began dancing, shaking his package all over the place as his semi-hard dick grew to its full length.
When the music ended, Kevin walked offstage. Karen looked him up and down as he approached, then gave him a playful swat on his bare ass as he passed her.
"Well everyone, that was unexpected," Karen said to the crowd. "I remind you that these people are all volunteers and we told them no nudity, so keep that in mind the rest of the night."
The models had their own waiting area in a tent backstage. I would've loved to see the expressions on their faces when Kevin and his hardon came bouncing into the tent.
The next model was Shari, an attractive blonde coed from a local university.
