The next month crawled along. The wolf came closer and closer to our door but we persevered on.Eileen was given a very through examination by a doctor the company chose. Eileen said that he was very nice and friendly, that made us both feel a bit better. I still got cases of the jitters, but each case was less powerful than the previous one, still I was nervous wreck I threw myself into my work. Eileen made love to me like she did the first six months that we were married. I realized how much I would miss her sweet form and succulent pussy. Even though they were expected, I still found the arrival of our plane and limousine tickets to the sale venue a shock.
Eileen settled her affairs. Not a single person on the planet questioned her Aunt Ida excuse. She canceled her magazine subscriptions and made sure all of her books had been returned to the library. I did not like the seeming finality of events like this.
The plane flight was first class all the way with an open bar and french cuisine. It was a private plane carrying me, two other wives and husbands and a couple that consisted of two sisters. The older sister was chaperoning the younger one. All of the women on the plane were as staggeringly beautiful as Eileen. The women all seemed excited while the husbands and the older sister could not quite mask their butterflies. The "company" certainly did not look like a fly by night operation. We landed in Miami hours later. It was well past dark when we arrived and our small plane was shunted to a darkened area of the airport.
A line of limousines soon appeared and each couple in turn exited the aircraft and entered a luxurious car. I had worn my best suit. Eileen looked smashing in her simple black dress. She knew that she would be nude on stage but she felt like dressing up for the occasion anyway. I noticed that the windows of the limo were darkened. Opaque removable plastic had been placed over the passenger windows and the rear windows. The divider between the driver and passenger seat was also black.
"There is no turning back now." said Eileen. I could not make out the emotion in her voice. Perhaps some of my scare stories were now circulating about her brain as well. We opened the champaign, drank a toast to each other, the year ahead, and most importantly to the year after this one. We had just finished our first glass when our chauffer announced over the intercom,
"Mr. And Mrs. Hampton, we will be at our destination in approximately forty-five minuets. You had best say your goodbyes now." After a pause he stated, "Don't worry Mr. Hampton, we'll have her back in a year, right as rain."
Soft music filled the passenger compartment and we held each other close. Eileen gave me one last blow job. I tried to savor every moment as I watched her soft brown hair slide gently up and down. When Eileen finished, she faced me opened her mouth to reveal my seed, she winked, closed her mouth and swirled my cum around her mouth several times before she swallowed every drop and gave me an incandescent grin. We had time for some wonderful kisses and some great necking before the limo pulled to a stop.
Both doors of the limo opened simultaneously. Two large gentlemen smiled at me and one of them said,
"Step this way Mr. Hampton."
Simultaneously two equally large men appeared at Eileen's door,
"Step this way Mrs. Hampton." one of the men said to my wife. We exchanged the briefest of kisses and allowed ourselves to be separated.
I quickly lost sight of Eileen immediately. I was led to a balcony above what I immediately understood was the selling floor. Suddenly I realized that this box had been sound proofed. There was speaker so we could hear what was going on. I gathered that the "company" did not want husbands or boyfriends to be heard by their women, causing them to get last minute cold feet.
The other husbands from the plane as well as the older sister shared the box with me. There were also men whom I had never seen before. The look on their faces said "HUSBAND" in capital letters. We were made comfortable. Fine cigars and either beer or wine were distributed to all of us. Even the older sister accepted a stogie.
A large handsome man strode into our box and told us what to expect. None of the information was new, it was however immensely frightening for all of us. The tension in the room was practically visible. About a half hour after we had settled into our seats several very attractive women entered our box. They were obviously models. They all wore identical sexy red dresses. Each of them handed us a small box and left.
I opened the box which had been handed to me and my heart fell. Inside was everything Eileen had been wearing back in the limousine. Sitting on top in a separate jewelry box was Eileen's wedding band and engagement ring! The presentation of these boxes cause some grumbling amongst us. Our host quieted us down,
"Gentlemen, you are here as a courtesy. If ANY of you becomes unruly you will be expelled fro the premises and will receive your checks in the mail."
A short time later the stage lights went up. Even the guys afraid to watch were glued to the proceedings. I recognized the Master of Ceremonies. I can't say that I enjoyed his motion pictures but, somehow I had seen most of his movies. He cracked a few jokes and warmed up the crowd. He seemed to have real talent for that. After a half hour of his shtick he introduced the auctioneer, who took a bow, strode over to the podium and then the spotlight hit the first woman up for sale.
She was gorgeous, an ivory skinned, green-eyed redhead. Behind her, projected on the wall, were nude photos of her. I assumed that the came from the catalog. The bidding began. I could not believe the figures I heard. She sold for millions of dollars.
The next wife to hit the stage belonged to the man next to me. The tension was too much for him. He ran to the window of our box and yelled, "Lucille!" repeatedly and banged on the glass. His tirade lasted only a minute or so before three burly guys pinned his arms behind his back, gagged him and led him from the room. I understood exactly how he felt. The rest of us shrugged and continued to watch the doings below.
Eileen was the fifth to hit the stage. On the one hand I took pride in how quickly her price rose on the other hand I was completely appalled at what was happening. If anything, the lighting made her look even more beautiful. I took a look at the photographs being projected behind her. Never had Eileen looked lovelier. Unlike some of the wives, she flashed a dazzling smile. Even from the distance I was I could see the glisten of the juices in her now hairless pussy. The tension as her auction price continued to climb almost made me woozy. At last she went fro a fraction under twenty million dollars. My cut would be six million dollars. Three million tonight and the rest a year from now when, Eileen was returned to me. I prayed that she WOULD be returned to me. To be honest the money was not foremost on my mind. I saw Eileen kneel on a satin curtain on the stage and two hooded men approached her. On of them had a collar in his hands. The other hooded person parted Eileen's long hair and the collar was affixed about her neck. A leash was fastened to Eileen's collar and she was led out of the spotlight into the darkness of the rest of the stage and into the hands of her "owner."
I began to quietly weep. I was not a distraction so I was permitted to remain in my seat. I lost interest in seeing any other woman sold. I was lost in my world of personal grief until the house lights came on and we occupants of the box were escorted out. I was handed a cashiers' check drawn on a Swiss bank.
Dumbly I looked at it. I had to be asked several times if the amount on it was correct. At last I came out of my fog. I acknowledged the figure and pocketed the check. As I was led back towards my limo, I re-opened the box of Eileen's effects. I inhaled deeply of her scent and perfume and wondered anew if we had made the biggest mistake of our lives.
