Silent Auction

SILENT AUCTION

Believe it or not, this story is not completely true. I've embellished some things and changed the names events and location. Everyone involved is and was over eighteen when the events occurred.

Here goes:

My wife Brenda is a Spanish teacher at our local private art college. It is a nice two-year school in a wealthy community, with well-behaved students and a supportive group of parents. The school is tailored for high school graduates, with unique talents in the arts: acting, painting, languages, sculpture, and music. The school gives a number of scholarships to lower income young men and women. The students test their talents to see if they are suited for further study at one of the prestigious universities around the country. My wife is 38 years old and has taught there for about twelve years. She loves working with the students and the job provides fair pay and good benefits.

We have two lovely children and a nice home. We have been doing fine financially and life has been treating us good. As events unfolded, she was about to be faced with a very difficult decision relating to her personal and professional ethics as well as the meaning of our marriage vows.

A year ago, the school was hit with a crisis. Mold was found in some of the ductwork; a few students got sick, there were lawsuits, etcetera. The school used up most of its endowment and had taken a big loan to pay for the multi-million-dollar remediation work. They survived it okay, and enrollment and such had rebounded nicely. But with the financial pinch, the school was living on the edge. Another crisis could put them under. When they were faced with a need for another $300,000 for roof repairs after a storm, they were in trouble. They also needed to buy new equipment to keep up with emerging technology for the classrooms. The alumni, parents and the school leadership decided to have a fund-raising campaign. There were a lot of well-heeled alumni, who pitched in, but the school was still having trouble meeting their loan payments. The possibility of closing the school, greatly reducing scholarships or cutting programs were all real possibilities.

Then, some wiseass on the internet started the idea of alumni and others paying to see some of the female teachers topless or naked. It was dismissed immediately by school officials, but the interest grew and soon there were dozens of people who expressed interest on the school's website, typically male alumni who'd had a crush on a teacher when they were in school. The school did have a number of very attractive women on the staff, including my wife. Of the fifty or so teachers and staff, thirty-five were women and twenty-five of those were under the age of forty. These were the women those on the internet were interested in. A Facebook page (unsolicited by the school) was set up along with some other social media platforms to pursue the idea. There were photos of the teachers, nothing embarrassing, just routine year-book and publicity stuff, but the photos were of some beautiful women. Brenda was one of them which generated mixed feelings. It was nice to have her considered to be attractive, but having her be the subject of lecherous people on the internet was disgusting.

The unendorsed efforts continued and a consensus developed on two possible ways to raise money: pay a set fee to see a teacher topless; and a silent auction to see selected teachers naked. You had to be twenty-one to participate which kept the current students out of it. No photos could be taken and there were some other rules. The idea wouldn't die.

As the traffic on the website continued, the prices being offered were going higher and higher and some of the teachers were particularly popular, including my wife, Brenda. Brenda is still a hottie in my opinion and in the opinion of many of the participants in the web discussion. She has a nice figure and a very pretty face.

When the price to see some of the teachers topless was pegged at $1000 and the starting amount for the stripping auction hit $5,000, some on the guidance committee got interested. Finally, it was a woman on the committee who suggested that it might be worth looking into this idea. It would be an easy way to raise a lot of money quickly. So that woman and two men were assigned to investigate the possibility.

My wife thought the idea ranged between ridiculous and hilarious. She said none of the teachers would ever do something like that.

"Would you?" I asked her that night after we were in bed.

She laughed and said, "No fucking way." Then she added, "I'll bet you are getting a hard-on thinking about me stripping for someone."

I denied it, of course, although I did have a woody.

She said, "It is kind of erotic to think about stripping for someone."

I said, "Some former student or parent would be looking at the hot Spanish teacher while she slowly removes her clothes."

She was closing her eyes and imagining it.

I lifted the covers and pulled her short nightie up, exposing her pussy.

"Just think about him looking at your pussy. Maybe the winner would bring some friends."

I was running my finger between her pussy lips, feeling the slippery entrance to all her treasures. She softly moaned as I continued to stimulate her.

I pulled her nighty up and exposed her breasts. "Someone would be willing to see what you had hidden under those conservative clothes. They looked at your chest and imagined seeing your tits. They daydreamed, trying to visualize what your ass looked like."

I began to lick the soft skin of her inner thighs and she spread her legs for me.

She said, "How would you feel about it? Your wife would be getting naked for someone you don't even know. He'd see everything I've got. Would you be willing to share me that way?"

I was eating her pussy and looked and said, "I'd like you to tell me about it afterwards. It turns you on when you are naked around people. You were all over me after I took you to that nude beach."

"Hmm." She said, reacting to my tongue on her clit. "It was so hot knowing some of those guys wanted to fuck me."

Our conversation was fantasy, all related to making love. Neither of us was seriously considering the idea.

Amazingly, the school developed the list of teachers who had been mentioned on the website and Facebook sites, including a number of newer, younger teachers who were good looking and would be candidates. Surprisingly, a few of the older teachers were mentioned on the website, some with high target prices. Well, Brenda was one of the women mentioned and was quoted as being worth up to $5,000 to be seen naked. One anonymous asshole offered $10,000 to have intercourse with her.

There was a lot of controversy among the school staff. The idea of teachers stripping or doing anything relating to sex or nudity was strictly taboo, but, surprisingly, a few of the senior women in the school administration and the board of directors thought it might be something they could do. They rationalized that whatever happened would be between consenting adults. The faculty, the parents and the alumni were all very liberal in their views and were used to discussing different sexual orientations and practices. The pressure on the school to raise money was intense.

Brenda came home and asked what I thought. She was sensing the pressure and many of the teachers were open to participating so long as there were strict rules, privacy, no touching, no photos, only one or two viewers, etcetera.

I told Brenda she should not do it. We have a nice income and she can find another job if the school goes out of business, which I doubted would happen. They could lay-off some staff and make other cuts if needed.

Brenda loves the school. She has devoted her career to her students and would be crushed if the school had to close. She thought maybe she should do something for the auction, so we continued the discussion.

I jokingly asked, "What about the guy who will give the school $10,000 if he gets to fuck you?"

"You think I'm worth that much?"

"Someone thinks so. I do. You're worth ten times that much."

She thought I was full of shit and said, "You think some guy would give $100,000 to fuck me. That's ridiculous."

"If some one was willing to pay that, would you do it?"

"Of course not." Then, she coyly said, "Maybe."

I was playing devil's advocate, teasing her. "You like being naked where others can see you. You liked it when my friends Clark and Jerald saw you naked at the lake." She had been dressing behind a partition when they walked in and surprised her.

She said, "Maybe I should do it." Calling my bluff.

Joking aside, I was reluctant, being protective of my wife and not at all interested in having her strip for other men. I said, "I was just kidding. I don't want my wife stripping for strangers for money."

She countered my objections. "It's for a good cause and other people have seen my body. You liked showing me off on the nude beaches, didn't you? You think it's great when strangers in France are looking at my pussy, but it's not okay to show it for the school that means so much to me?"

I saw her point and asked her whether she wanted to do the thing of just showing her tits or getting completely naked for some horny bastard. She said she'd do whatever the committee thought would raise the most money.

The idea of my wife stripping for others did have an erotic appeal. I remembered how aroused we both were when she was on that nude beach. She was walking to and from the surf and men were ogling her naked body. I know I wanted to fuck her right there. I was hiding my boner all day. It was embarrassing to be sporting a woody when I walked down to the water. She took a walk along the beach and I watched from a distance. All eyes were on her. Her body was shiny with lotion and perspiration. Her tits were jiggling and her nipples were hard. Her naked ass swayed and wiggled as she walked. She has a nice patch of pussy hair that drew the attention of many men and women along her walk. That night, we fucked like minks, staying up most of the night, satisfying our carnal urges.

The more I thought about Brenda getting topless for charity it, the more I was intrigued. We had some wonderful sex that night. It was unsaid, but we both were both thinking about her getting naked for someone when we were making love.

We kept teasing each other, treating the whole idea as an absurdity, but Brenda didn't object to being considered by the school, and as time went on, the possibility of her really doing it increased.

The night before she was to make her decision, we put the kids to bed. She invited me into our back yard. The yard isn't fenced. It was a full moon and there is some light from our back porch.

Brenda walked out into the middle of our yard and began to strip. She was testing herself and wondered what I really thought. I watched her slowly and sexily unbutton her blouse and drop it in the grass. She was beautiful with her white bra reflecting the moon light. She undid her hair which makes her look sexy. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Her wonderful tits were on display. She shook them; I love watching them bounce around.

She said, "Show me your cock. Imagine that I'm stripping for some former student. He has his cock in his hand and is playing with himself while looking at my tits."

I pulled out my prick, and, of course it was hard.

She said, "Think about some other men looking at me like this."

I did. I was rubbing my cock which demonstrated by reaction.

She said, "It's against everything I was taught growing up, but I can't get the thought out of my head. It turns me on when men are looking at me. The idea that some former student wants to see me undressed is exciting."

"Are you thinking of doing it?"

"Yes, can you handle it."

I said, "I'm okay with whatever you want to do."

"What if I get in there and they want more. What if I'm offered more for the school if I give a blow job or let someone fuck me?"

The thoughts were very arousing. I said, "I love you no matter what you do."

"Really?"

I pulled out my wallet and gave her twenty dollars. I held up another twenty and said, "I want to see more, all of you."

She did some role play, "So you're the rich guy who wants to see more than my tits?"

She took the twenty and pulled her shorts down, leaving her with just her panties. I waited expectantly until she dropped her little bikinis and bared her velvety bush.

I walked over and took the remaining money from my wallet and gave it to her. We kissed and fell to the ground. I slid my cock into her slippery pussy and we made love in the dewy grass.

"You are very wet." I noticed.

She said, "I'm really thinking of doing it. Is that okay with you?"

I kissed her while I continued to make love to her. "Of course. Go for it. You can tell me about it in bed."

She said, "That will get your motor running, won't it, hearing about some guy seeing me naked."

From her comment, I knew she was ready to go all the way.

She agreed to be in the silent auction where she would strip in private for the lucky winner. Her photo was posted on the school website. She was wearing a conservative dress like she usually wore to school. There was one other photo from an old yearbook where she was wearing a short skirt that really emphasized her figure and her legs. She didn't think she looked like that anymore, but if some former student remembered her that way, then let him (or her?) pay to see her naked. She thought she'd be embarrassed standing bare in front of someone she knew when he was just a kid, but still felt and urge to do it.

It had taken a lot of work for Brenda to recover her pre-baby physique. The school had a gym and a fitness program for teachers that was quite popular. She was proud of her body which helped to overcome her initial reluctance.

A number of other teachers agreed to participate as well, but only five or six agreed to the nude auction. Most would show just their tits in return for donations to the school. I followed all this on line in addition to hearing from Brenda. It was an amazing, unbelievable initiative. I was tempted to pay to see some of my wife's fellow teachers myself. The school has a particularly attractive staff.

The campaign went on for a month. We watched the bids to see Brenda naked keep increasing. She couldn't tell who was bidding though; it was anonymous. The price went from a start of $2,000 and quickly exceeded ten thousand. She couldn't believe it and I was taken aback myself. While my wife is a fox, I couldn't imagine paying that amount of money to see any woman naked. I couldn't say so, of course. There were apparently many very successful alumni who had benefited from getting started at the school. I wondered if some of them were considering donating anyway and were lured by the possibility of seeing their old teachers naked.

As we got to the last week, the bids to see my wife naked took a sudden increase. There were two people bidding against each other. It went from $15,000 to $20,000 in one day. Then it jumped to twenty-five, then thirty thousand. Brenda and I were amazed when it finally ended up at fifty thousand dollars, just to see her naked for fifteen minutes. Two other women were bid at $25,000 each. I was amazed. I suggested that she strip for both bidders, but she said the lower bidder had won another teacher.

The auction closed and the winning donors scheduled times to collect their prizes. There was some reluctance by a few of the auctioned women who wanted to back-out, but with the large sum of money involved, the pressure to go through with it was just too great. The money would all go to the school, of course.

Brenda and I discussed it. She was getting cold feet, but the pressure to bring in a big donation and the aspect of fulfilling a commitment were overwhelming. I reassured her that I supported her decision. I told her to think of the amazing sex we were going to have recalling it when we were in bed.

The procedure was for the school to arrange private locations for the event to take place, a motel meeting room or something. There would be a chaperone and secrecy. The winning bidder could indicate what atmosphere was desired, music in a lounge area, stripping in a classroom, etcetera.

On the appointed night for Brenda to strip for her still anonymous high-bidder, I watched her dress, realizing that the things she was putting on would be coming off. The idea of some guy having my wife strip for him was still unsettling. My jealousy buttons were being pushed. Brenda assured me that she loved me and would be back soon. When I heard her drive away, I had a hard-on. I went upstairs and almost made myself come, thinking about my wife stripping for some former student.

I expected her back soon, but It didn't happen. She was to meet this creep at eight PM and be on the way home by eight-thirty.

At eight-thirty I got a text from her, "Staying with a friend overnight. Will be home tomorrow morning. Turning phone off. All my love. Brenda."

I tried to call her immediately, but went right to voice mail. I quickly became very upset. I texted and called her a number of times. I called two of her friends and none of them knew where she was. They didn't know anything about her appointment to strip. Finally, I got the principal, who shared my concern and referred me to Ted Washington, the debate coach, who was the chaperone for these sessions, making sure the rules were followed.

Ted told me that Brenda had arrived at the appointment. He didn't know who the guy was who had paid to see her naked, but he said the guy had asked Ted to step outside for a few minutes. Brenda told him to go. He assumed she was going to strip while he was out of the room. She called him back-in a few minutes later. He didn't think Brenda had enough time to strip, then was surprised to see Brenda and the guy walk out, arm in arm. She had all her clothes on. He again said she hadn't had time to strip. She told him everything was fine and they were going to dinner. They had left together in the guy's car. Now I was worried. Worse yet, I had alerted a lot of people so their suspicions would also be raised.

I put the kids to bed and then I was awake all night, except for an hour of sleep near dawn. I wondered who this guy was and obviously suspected that she was going to sleep with him, although they probably weren't going to sleep all-that-much. I alternated between fear and arousal. Was my faithful wife off sharing her married cunt with some guy who had lusted after her in the classroom? Was someone who had looked at her legs and ass during class having his dream come true? She had obviously gone voluntarily, which reassured me somewhat, but also added my arousal. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I made myself come, thinking about Brenda being fucked by some pimply faced kid who had grown up and gotten rich.

The next day, I was sitting the living room, worrying. The kids were playing in their rooms. Brenda walked in at about ten in the morning. I immediately confronted her and she told me to sit down, be calm and listen. She told me the story.

The guy who had paid to see her naked was a former student of hers. I didn't know him. He had become a famous violin player and conductor of an orchestra in California, had invested very successfully and was ultra-rich. He was going to contribute to the school anyway, but saw the opportunity to make an old dream come true and see his Spanish teacher naked.

Here's what she said.

"When I got there and saw who he was, I remembered him as a nice, shy kid. He had grown from a skinny geeky boy into a handsome, famous and charming man. He had been a decent student, but I hadn't anticipated that he would be so successful. He told me how he had day-dreamed about me many times, thinking about my legs and my ass in a tight skirt. He had admired my breasts and admitted to masturbating many times at night while thinking of me. He said I was voted the TILF (Teacher I'd Like to Fuck) by his class. I never knew that."