The Date Auction - It was just supposed to be a little church fun.
A short tale of how church events altered a couple's sex life.
I was sitting on our sofa, staring at the front door, praying it would soon open. Debbie was late, very late. Any other time, two hours would have meant nothing but tonight every passing minute drove another nail into the coffin of our marriage.
How the hell did I ever agree to this stupid scheme?
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Deb and I (Ben) had been married for ten years with two children, Christopher (8) and Melinda (6). Both of us worked and in recent years it seems the demands of our jobs and our children assured we had precious little time for each other.
Our sex life? Well, pretty bland, once a week on weekends, sometimes not for two weeks, very vanilla... Used to be hot, often, lots of different positions, a little oral. Now... only missionary, hurry up, roll over, go to sleep. Still, I loved Deb and hoped she loved me too, but she didn't seem interested in sex anymore.
Maybe she didn't find me sexually attractive, couldn't blame her. I wasn't proud of my physique either. My sedentary office job turned me into paste and flab, 5'10", 210 lbs, with a 20 pound spare tire, hair thinning, would need a comb over soon.
Debbie was the antithesis, pretty as a centerfold, 5'5", 135 lbs, beautiful tan, great figure. She had a little bit of a tummy left over from child bearing but the only things men noticed were her great tits and ass... me too.
Was I intimidated by my gorgeous wife? Probably. Many were the times when we'd go to bed tired from our long days. I'd spoon her for a few minutes, stroking her body, hoping for a passionate response, but the result was all too familiar. She'd moan, take my hand off her tits, and soon be fast asleep...
We were both church goers, not because either of us was particularly religious but we wanted to have a good moral base for our children. Besides, there were a lot of church events our family liked to attend. Deb was the social sparkplug, her smile and charm captivated everyone. Me? I was her shadow, trailing behind her with a stupid grin on my face. Besides, who would find me interesting, a fat accountant who collected stamps for a hobby?
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It was fall and the church committee were wracking their brains to come up with a new fundraiser. Someone came up with the bright idea of a 'Date Auction'. The rules were simple, married couples only. On the appointed Saturday morning, men would bid on the women for a date, dinner at six at a restaurant of the man's choice, home by 10PM.
About two dozen couples of the congregation volunteered. Deb and I were good sports and joined in.
On the first appointed Saturday morning, the women were brought out singly onto the stage of the church basement. Most were nicely dressed in the hope of attracting higher bids. Some were shy and embarrassed but a few shook their derrieres in fun when the bidding got heavy. It was a hoot.
Deb was Number Nine and went for the princely sum of $325 to a guy I immediately disliked. Not that he was such a bad fellow, but he was tall, young, and too handsome. Real men just don't look that good. His wife was a stunner too but way out of my league. After she wiggled her ass a few times, she went for $450, the highest bid that morning.
I settled for Number 18, a short mousy thirtyish brunette; dumpy, shy, and very reserved. She cost me $150 but I figured I'd better grab her before I got stuck with one of the dregs.
That Saturday afternoon, the kids stayed with my folks for the weekend and we spent the afternoon prepping for our dates. Deb looked great, sitting at her vanity in her black lace shelf bra and thong. So good in fact, I thought I might try for a little nookie before we went...
No dice, she said there wasn't enough time... Hell, it was only four o'clock. Obviously, she was still pissed with me for staying up too late the night before, fiddling with my stamp collection.
My stiffy got even stiffer when she climbed into her little black dress, her lovely breasts jutting out, showing all that cleavage, her back porch showing no hint of the thong that flossed her ass.
At 5:30, Drake showed up, dressed in a spiffy navy suit, shirt and tie. This was supposed to be a casual dinner, what the hell was this guy up to? Was he thinking he could seduce my wife? ... Fat chance, asshole.
He pulled his hand from behind his back and presented her with a bouquet of yellow roses. Shit, I never even thought of that. Deb squealed her approval, threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. Then after dropping the roses in a vase, she hurried over to me.
"Keep him ready 'til I get back," she patted my crotch, gave me a quick peck, then hooked Drake's arm and left.
Well, I hadn't thought of picking up flowers for my date, so I took Deb's out of the vase (nice guy, huh?), then rewrapped them and drove to Mona's house. Her husband had already left and I got a kiss and a hug for the flowers... thanks, Drake.
Now, this isn't a very large town, so the number of good dining spots is limited. I selected a nice restaurant out on the highway, somewhere I hoped not to run into anyone I knew. Luckily, the waiter sat us in a dimly lit alcove. We relaxed and I ordered a nice bottle of red wine.
Mona wasn't a great conversationalist, certainly not until she finished over half the bottle. After we ordered dinner, she started telling me her life story; what an underpriveledged child she was, an ugly teenager in high school, yadda, yadda, yadda... one bottle of wine gone. I ordered another while she took a washroom break. She never shut up for a moment, not even while gobbling down her food and slurping most of the second bottle of wine.
I learned all about her love life, how inattentive her husband was, how he rarely wanted sex anymore, yak, yak, yak. While finishing the second bottle of wine, she sat down next to me and nestled her head between my shoulder and chest, slobbering and pouring her tears down my best white shirt. By 9:30, I'd had enough and insisted I take her home.
After herding her out to the nearly empty parking lot, I loaded her into my car. When I sat down in the driver's seat, I got one hell of a surprise. When I reached for the gear shift, she grabbed my hand and shoved it up her short dress onto her bare, very wet pussy. With a smile, she slid her hand down my trousers and grabbed my dick, squeezing it, stroking it.
Hell, I'm just a man, I'd never had my hand on another woman's pussy since before I was married. My dick jumped, not only from her ministrations but more from the fact that I hadn't been intimate with Deb for two weeks.
"Thank you for being such a good listener, Ben, but I haven't had any sex for a month and I'd really like to slip my pussy over your nice hard dick."
She was drunk. I still had my hand in her trough and decided to masturbate her pussy, hoping that if I brought her to orgasm, she might lose interest and let go of my cock... It worked, she came with a moan and a copious gush of fluid, then slumped back in her seat and promptly passed out.
Her husband wasn't home when we arrived, so after finding the house key in her purse, I deposited her on her couch, her bare pussy still leaking onto her dress. There was no way I could leave her like that, so after rummaging around in her purse, I found her panties and slipped them on her... Her leaking pussy? ... Well, he would have to deal with that.
Arriving home at 10:15, Deb wasn't there yet, so I decided to take a quick shower to get Mona's smell off me...
Eleven, and Deb still wasn't home. I was starting to worry.
Almost midnight and still no Deb. My imagination went into overdrive. Had she decided after ten years to have a fling? Was she in bed with him right now? My mind conjured up the worst, I was feeling sick.
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I was still sitting on the sofa, staring at the door, waiting for it to open. It was after midnight when I heard the asshole's van come into our driveway. Deb came in, no lipstick, very flushed, her dress looking like it had been slept in.
I was in complete shock. Never in our ten years of marriage had she ever expressed a desire to be with another man, not even while fantasizing during our lovemaking.
"You were supposed to be home by ten," I groused. She saw I was pissed.
"Well, we went dancing after dinner," she flipped me off, "Time just sort of flew. Let me have a quick shower to wash my sweat off and I'll tell you all about it."
As she hurried by, I could smell her sex. There was no question in my mind it had happened... Crawling into bed on my back, I started counting the ceiling tiles, waiting for the confession that would rip my heart out and end our marriage.
Deb came out of the shower, starkers. She slid into bed and cuddled into me, "Thank you, darling, that was the nicest time I've had in years."
"Obviously you don't consider me much fun anymore," I growled.
"Of course I do... it was just... different..."
"Are you going to tell me how you spent those two extra hours with Drake?"
"I will, if you tell me about Mona. Did you have a good time too?" she searched my eyes intently... I must have blinked.
"Yeah, but you first," I shot back.
"Promise you won't get mad?... OK... after dancing until eleven, I went with him to his house ... God, honey, you know how horny I get when I'm dancing... When he unzipped and pulled out his huge thick dick, I almost fainted. Jeez, it had to be almost a foot long. He's so much bigger than your eight inches... Now, your turn, tell me what happened with Mona."