Auctioned for Charity

The morning after the latest auction, Maureen and Doug slept until past noon. They were both exhausted after a physically and emotionally draining night of unabashed sexual euphoria. They were glad they woke up at home in their own bed and did not have to make the hour-long drive back home.

Doug offered to take his wife out for brunch but she replied, "I ain't going anywhere today. I don't even plan on getting dressed. I can barely move."

Doug got up to make coffee, brought Maureen a cup in bed and said he'd make something to eat for the both of them. Maureen just grunted in response. He smiled at her predicament and left her alone. He returned several minutes later with a couple of bagels, orange juice, and more coffee.

As they began to eat, Maureen commented, "I feel like crap today. I drank too much, smoked too much, and acted like a total whore."

"Yeah, but we had a helluva time, didn't we?"

"I guess so. You aren't mad at me are you, Doug?"

"Fuck no. I had a great time watching you have so much fun."

"Are you sure I didn't go too far?"

"Naw baby, you were awesome. Everyone loved your performance. Everyone."

"I can't believe what I did last night. My whole body is sore, especially my jaw, pussy, and ass."

"You were quite horny last night. I've never seen you that hot before."

"I've never felt like that before. We hadn't had sex for a week before then when the first two guys finished so quickly it just got me hotter. I guess I just lost control."

"I loved watching you be the center of attention. Fuck, I can't get those images out of my mind. I get hard just thinking about it."

"Stay away from me, I'm too raw to even think about sex," Maureen said with a laugh.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to ask, but......" Doug replied with a smile.

"You're an asshole," she replied jokingly.

"We've been through this before. I might be an asshole but I'm all yours."

For the rest of the afternoon, Maureen just laid on the sofa watching movies and napping. She could barely move. Later that evening she was feeling better. She felt even better after a long hot shower. She had already sent a text message to her boss telling her she'd be taking a sick day on Monday. Maureen needed another day to recover and process all that happened the night before. Over a light dinner that night, Doug and Maureen talked further.

"I can't help but feel guilty for the way I acted last night but I have to admit, I had a great time while it lasted."

"I can't explain why I enjoyed seeing other men looking at you in your costume, groping you, and touching you but it drives me wild. I should be jealous that you fucked five guys and blew two others but I'm not. It kind of scares me that I like it but if we both had fun and no one got hurt, there shouldn't be a problem."

"It's just not normal."

"Who cares? That's between us and no one else's business. Seeing other men wanting you and having you makes me want you even more. I have what they want. After they've been with you, they want you more and so do I."

"My friends and I have talked a lot over the years since we became sexually active and a lot of women have fantasies about doing what I've done. They have stripping fantasies and thoughts of being with more than one guy. They just haven't done it."

"Exactly. Let's live out our fantasies while we are young and able to. Life is too short not to have fun and enjoy it."

"That's reassuring, darling. It makes me feel a whole lot better. I still don't want to go to the auctions every time. I'm sure there are other adventures to explore."

Their conversation made Maureen feel better and she quit judging herself. Sometimes we can be our own worst critics. She and Doug did end up having sex that night while reliving what happened the night before and how much fun they had. It was more of a slow lovemaking session than hard-core fucking but they were both horny after talking everything out.

Maureen had taken Monday off to further recuperate but she couldn't get her mind off being half-naked on stage in front of a roomful of men, showing off, teasing them mercilessly, and letting them touch and feel her before turning into a total slut. She ended up getting her vibrator out and masturbating while thinking about all the things she's done over the last few months.

At work, Doug and Phil had another conversation. It was another awkward conversation with the man who had now fucked his wife multiple times and had recently cum in her mouth, ass, and pussy in one night. Doug let him know everything was fine and everyone had a good time. He did tell Phil not to expect his wife to entertain at the auction all the time. Phil completely understood but was secretly hoping to be able to fuck Maureen again at some point.

"You've got one hot wife on your hands, Doug. If you ever need help satisfying her, you know where to find me," Phil said half-jokingly.

"I think we're going to let the dust settle after this weekend first before we decide if we want to continue down this path. I'm sure you understand."

Phil replied, "Sure, I understand. I was just throwing that out there," but he was really thinking, "Good luck with that, buddy. There's no going back now."

Since the first auction, Doug's legal clientele had picked up as well as his income from it. He was attracting some high-profile clients after the latest auction too. Phil and the firm were also picking up more clients and he was getting a cut of that business too. It proved very lucrative for him. Maureen noticed the increased income. Although it wasn't directly connected to the auction, it was also no coincidence either. Doug was part of an exclusive "good old boys" club and the increased business was his reason for becoming a member.

Things gradually got back to normal for Doug and Maureen. She enjoyed having a secret slutty side and he loved knowing his wife continued to be a very sexually attractive woman. As the weeks turned into months from the last auction Doug and Maureen looked for ways to rekindle some of the sexual intensity they experienced on those nights.

Maureen continued to tease the food delivery people and would dress provocatively when they went out to dinner by leaving her panties at home and sitting casually so male onlookers could get a view up her skirt. Because of her almost flat chest, she never wore a bra on the weekends and wore translucent clothing so men could see her areola if they looked closely but it didn't seem to be enough.

One Friday night, Maureen met Doug for a happy hour with his co-workers and was disappointed when Phil didn't show up. She was looking forward to possibly fucking him again but that wasn't in the cards that night. She parked in the same ramp that night and when Doug walked her to her car they ended up fucking just like she did with Phil.

While she was on her knees sucking Doug's dick, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to the time she was sucking Phil's dick in the parking ramp. When Doug bent her over the hood of her car to fuck her, part of her wished it was Phil drilling her pussy. The most exciting part of that adventure was that someone did catch them in the act.

When they heard the elevator ring, they knew someone was coming and Doug began to withdraw his dick from Maureen until she said, "No, keep fucking me. I want them to see us."

When a middle-aged man got off the elevator, he didn't see them at first but turned his head when he heard Maureen grunting. She was getting hotter at the prospect of someone seeing them and may have subconsciously moaned louder to attract his attention.

When the man looked up, he locked eyes with Doug and Maureen. He was caught by surprise and stopped in his tracks. He wondered if she was being assaulted. When they continued to fuck, the man could see the look of pleasure on Maureen's face and stood there and watched them. Doug continued to pound his wife's pussy from behind. He wasn't as comfortable fucking in public and being caught but was driven to continue by his wife's noticeable increase in her passion. The hotter she got, the hotter he got. Doug lifted Maureen's chest off the hood of her car to let the man see her bare chest.

Their voyeur noticed that getting caught didn't seem to bother them so he continued to watch until Doug came inside Maureen. He then made her suck his dick clean under the watchful eye of their voyeur. When they were done, Doug gave him a knowing nod to let him know the show was over.

After the man left, Maureen and Doug had a good laugh about getting caught and fucked again when they got home. While it was an exhilarating sexual experience for them, it still didn't match the excitement of participating in the auction.

While at work the next week, Phil let Doug know there was another auction coming up soon and naturally wondered if Maureen wanted to participate. When Doug brought it up to Maureen, they both agreed it might be a good idea to skip this one. She had already said she didn't want to go to each one. While she enjoyed herself at the auctions, she was afraid she was losing control of her actions. It was Maureen's way of re-establishing control of her desires. Phil was naturally disappointed when Doug told him she wouldn't be there but he understood.

However, for the next couple of weeks, Maureen kept going back and forth in her mind. Deep down, her alter ego, Roxanne wanted to have more fun but the practical side of her was winning for once. Even on the day of the auction, Maureen considered telling Doug she wanted to go but she wanted to prove to herself that she could control the dark slutty side of herself.

On the night of the auction, Maureen and Doug took some edible cannabis gummies and had a few drinks. She then changed into a sexy cheerleader costume that she would have worn to the auction if she had gone. It consisted of a sheer white crop top, a shorter-than-normal white and blue pleated skirt, a blue g-string, white stockings, and white tennis shoes.

They roleplayed like she was at the auction with Doug caressing his wife's slutty alter ego, Roxanne and her giving him a slow sensual lap dance. They ended up in the bedroom with her pussy on fire, fantasizing about what she could have been doing with other men if she would have attended the auction. Roxanne and Doug ended up having sex that night with him fucking her pussy and ass. While they had fun, Roxanne still wanted more but she was also happy she showed some self-control that night but didn't know if she could pass up going to the next auction. They fucked again on Sunday with Roxanne fantasizing about being auctioned off again.

Doug asked his wife, "Are you disappointed we didn't go last night?"

She replied, "Part of me missed going. I mean, it's fun to let loose once in a while. The other part of me needed to prove to myself that I could maintain control over my sexual impulses. There's always next time."

"I kind of feel the same way, dear. As much as I enjoy our little adventures, I don't want things getting out of control."

Doug didn't see Phil until Thursday morning because of their busy schedules. When they did meet, Phil told Doug, "Everyone was asking where Roxanne was. They were disappointed she wasn't there. I know more than a few guys brought some serious cash to bid on her."

"She'll be flattered. We've talked before, she's not going to go to every auction but they are a lot of fun for both of us."

"I've looked forward to them too, Doug. Your wife is a sex pot. I don't mean any disrespect but she is hot."

"I understand, Phil. You know I won't be offended by anything you say after all we've been through together. You've opened up a whole new world for us."

"If you really mean that, there may be other ways for your wife, uh, Roxanne, to have some fun."

"How's that?"

"Well, I know a guy, he's actually a client of ours who runs a different type of party."

Doug was intrigued and asked, "Oh yeah, what type is that?"

"Well, it would be a private party for some selective guests of one of our largest clients."

"Sounds interesting, Phil."

"If you want, I can talk to you and your wife over lunch or dinner sometime. I don't have time right now to get into the details but I'd prefer both of you be there so you know exactly what to expect."

"Let me talk to her and get back to you."

That evening, Doug mentioned his conversation with Phil to Maureen and she was naturally curious about partying with several men. She was disappointed Doug didn't have more details. It was a tease not to know more. Their imaginations were running wild until they were finally able to arrange a casual lunch for Saturday afternoon. Phil said he would pick them up at their house and go to a sports bar not far from them.

Over the next couple of days, Maureen and Doug speculated on what type of sex party Phil was going to talk to them about. They weren't necessarily interested in swinging with other couples. Maureen liked exploring her slutty side and Doug got turned on when she did so maybe it was a gang bang or an orgy of some type. The anticipation gave them some nervous excitement. They also knew it was likely Phil wanted to do more than simply talk with them.

Maureen and Phil had a unique relationship that changed from him being her spouse's boss to becoming her part-time bull. They hadn't seen each other in several weeks and there was always an underlying sexual attraction between them when they were together. Maureen wanted to be subtle when meeting Phil but she still wanted to look good. She decided to wear a yellow tank crop top without a bra and a jean mini skirt. She knew it was highly likely Phil would be walking away with her panties so she wore a yellow lace thong.

They were already waiting for Phil when he arrived in his big black SUV. He got out of his car, kissed her on the cheek, walked Maureen to the front seat, and helped her climb in. He took note of her dark areola that was visible through her top and her trim legs in her mini skirt. It would have been almost impossible for her to get into the SUV in a ladylike manner even if she wanted to but she made sure to flash Phil her yellow thong as she got in.

"Um, I like yellow too," he said in reference to Maureen's thong.

"Something tells me you'd like any color I was wearing," she replied with a smile.

"You're probably right. I'd even like it if you weren't wearing any at all," he responded with that devilish grin of his.

Maureen rolled her eyes in feigned disgust as Doug got into the backseat. As they were driving to the restaurant, Phil told her how lovely she looked. She politely thanked him. When they got to the sports bar, Phil rushed around to help Maureen out of the car. Seeing she was barely over five foot tall, her short legs made it difficult to get out. Her skirt rode up her legs and gave Phil an unimpeded view of her thong again but Maureen didn't mind.

The restaurant wasn't very busy but they got a booth in the back corner so they could ensure their privacy for a very intimate talk. Maureen sat on the inside next to Phil and Doug sat across from them. The air conditioning was turned up high and Maureen made no effort to hide her hardened nipples that were now poking through her top. Phil didn't hide the fact that he was looking at her tits while they talked. Maureen turned a little to give him a better view.

She playfully told Phil, "You know, my eyes are up here."

"Oh, I know, but your nipples are down there," he replied with a grin.

They ordered a drink and lunch and chatted for a while. As they were waiting for their food, Phil casually placed his hand on Maureen's knee and began to ever so slowly inch it up her leg. The touch of his hand on the bare skin of her leg sent shivers through her body causing her pussy to immediately get damp. Doug suspected something was going on by the motion of Phil's arm but he didn't mind one bit. They were there to discuss another way for Maureen to explore her sexuality so it wasn't a total surprise that Phil had his hand on his wife's leg.

Phil waited until their food was delivered to tell them about the special party he mentioned to Doug. He explained that one of their best clients, who was extremely wealthy, had certain desires that he liked to satisfy through these parties. Phil slid his hand up further on Maureen's leg.

"He likes to invite his friends to his mansion where there are women to service the men in any manner they wish."

"So I'd go there and let strange men have sex with me all night?" Maureen asked as she felt Phil's hand creep up further on her thigh.

"Well, there's more to it than that. You would be brought there and submit yourself to him and he would give you away to his associates. There would be some light bondage and they would treat you as their slave, their sex slave. He calls it Slut Training."

"Slut training?"

"Yes. If someone wanted a blow job, you'd be expected to get on your knees and blow them. If they wanted to fuck you or do you anally, you would have to submit yourself to them without question."

"How many men are there?"

"I don't know. There are usually eight to ten guys," Phil replied as his little finger touched the front of Maureen's thong causing a rush of heat to flow through her body.

"How many women are there?" Maureen inquired.

"You'd be the only one."

"Where do I fit in?" Doug asked.

"That's up to you, Doug. You can be there to watch but you'd take a backseat to the other guests."

"That's what usually happens at the auctions anyway. I don't want things getting out of hand either. Some guys have some weird fetishes. I don't want Maureen doing anything she isn't comfortable with."

"That isn't a problem, Doug. She would be able to set limits and stop at any time. I'm talking to you both about this because I know how sexually open Maureen is. Our client has been to the auctions and we've talked about how hot Foxy Roxy is and he asked me to arrange to invite her" he said as his fingers were now working over Maureen's damp pussy through her thong.

Phil could see Doug and Maureen making eye contact as she spread her legs a little wider to give Phil easier access to her pussy. He was now pushing some of the fabric into her along with his finger. It was quite obvious that Maureen wasn't rejecting the idea of going to an exclusive party for the night. She found the concept intriguing and scary at the same time. The only time she didn't choose her partners previously was when she was auctioned off. She was now being asked to fuck anyone someone else wanted her to.

Doug seemed more apprehensive than Maureen. He fully enjoyed seeing his wife with other men; however, the idea of presenting his wife to an anonymous man to do as he and his friends pleased gave him pause.

Phil could see Doug and Maureen needed to talk further and commented, "You don't have to decide right now. Talk it over and let me know sometime next week. He was planning for a get-together in two weeks but he'd like to know if your wife is coming so he can plan ahead."

Doug replied, "Yeah, let us talk this over and we'll get back to you."

Maureen excused herself to go to the restroom which gave Phil and Doug a chance to talk man-to-man. Phil ordered another round of drinks while she was away.

"I know you're concerned about your wife's safety, Doug. I can assure you that while there might be some light bondage, she will be safe. Like I said before, if she's uncomfortable at any time, she is free to stop, no questions asked."

"That does make me feel better."

Maureen then returned from the restroom and sat down. When she sat down, she opened her hand to show Phil her yellow lace thong. Without blinking an eye, he took it and placed it in his pocket. He then slid Maureen's skirt up her leg so he could see her bare pussy and quickly inserted his finger into her. Doug knew exactly what was happening but acted nonchalantly as if nothing was going on.