I pulled into my garage when I got home from work. All the way home I was contemplating whether I should ask my husband about his lunch with John and Megan. Despite my overwhelming curiosity, I decided I wasn't going to say anything and I would just wait and see if he mentioned it. I felt like with all that had happened with me recently, I didn't want him to feel like I was questioning him or jealous. That's all I needed was for him to get defensive and then start questioning me.

To my surprise, later after dinner, he did bring up his lunch "date" as he called it and told me all about it. Of course, according to him, it was all innocent and he didn't even know Megan was with John when they planned to meet. He said John was helping Megan finish up some arrangements for the party this weekend.

Thursday when I was at work, a box arrived. I had already been given the details for this weekend's charity event at Anthony's, but this was the formal invitation. Inside was the fancy printed envelope with the elegant invitation, but there was also another small box with my name on it.

I opened the smaller box and inside was a folded piece of paper with specific instructions for me, and a pair of very delicate looking, yellow g-string panties. The front was a very skimpy sheer material, embellished with small lace flowers. The waistband and rear of the panties were nothing more than a single thin strip of material.

The note inside read:
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Please wear these, paired with black thigh high nylons, black high heels, no bra, and a short, accessible black party dress.

"A"
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The obvious word that stood out in the note was "accessible".

I felt that nervous excitement immediately form in my stomach as I started to wonder what was in store for me at the party.

Saturday came quickly. My husband was already dressed in his black suit and downstairs waiting as I finished my hair and makeup and got dressed.

I sat in the chair in the corner of my bedroom, and carefully slid a new pair of black thighs up my legs. Next, I slipped the delicate yellow panties up my legs and into place against my smooth freshly shaved lips. I adjusted the thin waistband high around my hips as I felt the string in the back slide against my most intimate areas. An occasion like this warranted wearing my four-inch black Louboutin high heels. Finally, I slipped on my dress, a black halter top that tied behind my neck with a low cut front cleavage, and a loose hemline that fell just above my knees.

I stepped back and looked myself over in the mirror, quite proud of how I looked. I felt sexy and felt like I was going to get some special attention tonight.

When I went downstairs, my husband was very attentive and repeatedly complimented me on how I looked, which made me feel good.

When we arrived at the party, we pulled up to the house and the valet took our car. The young man who opened my door was treated to a small glimpse of my thighs above my nylons as I swung my legs out of the car.

At the door, I handed the man our invitation. He looked up and smiled and said, "I see you are one of Mr. Scari's special guests. Please see that gentleman right over there and enjoy your evening."

I gave my husband a surprised look as I walked over to the other man. He gave me a shrug of his shoulders and an expression of amusement.

The man said, "Hello ma'am, we have a special corsage for you to wear this evening to recognize you and your importance to Mr. Scari's foundation."

I watched as he picked up a small delicate corsage, the same yellow as the g-string panty sent to me that I was wearing. I just smiled as he brought his hands up to pin it on the material of my halter. My back was to my husband and the others at the door so no one else could see as the man put his fingers behind the material of my halter and pinned it on. He took his time as I felt the backs of his fingers press and slide against my bare breast. As he finished and straightened it, a chill and jolt went through my body when he brushed his finger over my nipple before taking his hand out.

My eyes widened as I looked at him and he just smiled, directed me toward the door, and said, "Enjoy the evening ma'am."

I was still a little shocked by his actions as my husband took my arm and we entered the party. We walked through the room, getting our bearings and finding a place to sit. I looked at the faces in the room and I recognized many of them as men from the presentation on Wednesday. Immediately I felt a slight sense of embarrassment and vulnerability thinking about how I was on display at that presentation and that any of these men may be one of the four that used me afterward.

I counted four other women who had similar corsages to mine, but theirs were different in color: one pink, one blue, one red, and one white. I also noticed they were all dressed similarly to me and each one very beautiful.

We began mingling and talking with others at tables near ours and my husband was drawn into a conversation about golf. I took that time to make my way to one of the minibars and get a much-needed martini to relax.

I felt sexy and I knew I looked good, but I felt the eyes of so many of the men in the room on me. I would make eye contact with a man, he would just smile and give me a little nod as if I should know him, or he knew me. And I could see men looking me over, head to toe, with the cliche of undressing me with his eyes. Don't get me wrong, I did love the attention, but I was just a little unsure why there was so much of it. I began to think that with the way the man at the door was bold enough to brush my nipple with his hand, and the way some of the men in the room were looking at me, I had a reputation that had preceded me.

I got my drink as they were making announcements about the evening, thanking everyone for coming, and reminded us about the silent auction and raffles.

I walked over and looked at the table with all of the items. All were very pricey high-end items, services, or getaway packages. Some were in the ten thousand dollar range!

As I was standing there, a man approached me and told me how much he enjoyed my presentation earlier in the week. I smiled and thanked him, apologizing I didn't remember his name. He introduced himself as Todd and continued telling me what a beautiful body I had and how nice my legs were. I was a little taken back by his comments about my body but realized what I had shown and was still unsure if he was one of the four.

We continued to talk and were standing at the corner of the room by a high top table, somewhat blocked from view as he was running his hand over the bare skin of my back where my dress was cut low. Suddenly his hand slid down over my ass and he started to massage and squeeze as he continued talking about my presentation. I started to squirm a little, wondering who this guy was, and if I should do anything to deter him, or if that would be frowned upon by Anthony. Maybe he WAS one of the four unknown men? Someone powerful with the company that I was supposed to accommodate. As I just stood there, both my hands cupped my wine glass on the table in front of me and was politely smiling, I felt his hand drop to the back of my thigh, below the hem of my dress and then it slid up under it. He was squeezing the bare cheeks of my ass and I could feel his fingers tracing over the thin band of material of my g-string. I just stood there uncomfortably trembling, my eyes darting around the room to see if anyone was watching.

He stopped talking for a moment and just stared at me with an intense smirk as he continued squeezing at the bare skin of my ass. And then in a much more direct tone, he asked, "Does this make your pussy wet?"

I just swallowed and looked at him and before I could say anything, he followed up with, "Maybe I should check. Part your legs."

He slowly moved his fingers, following the material of my panties where it disappeared down the crack of my ass, tracing his fingers all the way down. When his fingers reached the bottom curve of my ass at the top of my thighs, I turned my head away and looked down, focused on the wine glass in my hands, I shifted from one high heel to the other and parted my feet to allow him access. He pushed his fingers between my legs. I felt him massage the lips of my pussy, pushing my panties into me. I fought to control the expressions on my face as his rough fingers worked at me, making small gasps escape my lips and my lips quiver. I nervously scanned the room until my eyes made contact with John who was walking towards us.

As he stepped up to my other side, the man with his hand under my dress continued to slowly rub me.

John just smiled at him and said, "Sorry to intrude but I'm going to borrow this beautiful woman for a dance."

The man looked back at him and said, "But of course, everyone should have the opportunity to get close to the prize."

John took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I felt the man's hand slip from between my legs as I turned to walk away. I looked back and politely smiled at him and said, "It was nice talking with you, Todd."

In the short walk across the room to the dance floor, I felt the material of my panties, now pushed up in between the lips of my pussy, rubbing in against me with every step. When we got to the dance floor, John turned towards me, one hand around my back, low on my exposed skin, the other holding my left hand out to the side as we swayed. I looked up at him and asked, "What did that man mean about getting close to the prize?"

John got a very big smile on his face, almost looking like he was trying to contain himself and said, "I think I'll let Anthony answer that question, later."

And with that said, I felt his arm pull me in slightly tighter as he ground his hips and semi-hard erection into me as we swayed.

After the dance, we made our way back to my husband where Anthony and Megan had joined us. Anthony had a couple of people he wanted to introduce me to and said Megan would keep my husband company so he wasn't sitting alone.

Immediately I read into his statement and wondered what he meant by that.

We made our way through the crowded room as Anthony led me from group to group, introducing me to different associates. I couldn't help but get the feeling that there was more to these men than just business associates. It was just that feeling that each one of them gave me as they looked at me lustfully, undressed me with their eyes, or touched me in a lingering, intimate way on my arm, hip, or back. I would notice them look over my body, at my cleavage, and down my legs, not really trying to hide it at all.

When we reached the other side of the room, Anthony led me through a doorway, through the kitchen, and into a small secluded room.

John was already in there, sitting on a leather couch sipping a drink. He took a sip of the drink and then asked, "What took you so long?"

Anthony led me over to the other end of the leather couch and motioned for me to sit as he responded to John, "Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone wanted to meet Elizabeth."

This was the first time that I had been alone with John and Anthony. I could feel my heart racing as I realized something was about to happen. I was sitting on the couch, proper and timid, with my legs crossed and my hands on my knee.

Anthony walked over and sat in the chair next to John as they were both just looking at me smiling.

John spoke up, "Why so shy all of the sudden Beth? Turn this way, lay back, open your legs, and give us a show."

Both of these men had seen me naked, compromised, and used my body in all ways, but I still felt embarrassed exposing myself to them in such an intimate setting.

As instructed, I uncrossed my legs and turned as I brought my left leg up onto the couch, my knee bent and my left high heel pushed into the cushion. I laid back against the armrest, leaving my right foot down on the floor with my knees spread wide. My short loose dress had fallen between my thighs, covering me for the moment, but exposed the top of my black nylons.

Both men appeared mesmerized as I brought my fingers down and slowly slid the material of my dress up over my hips and exposed my yellow, sheer and lace g-string panty. It was skimpy to begin with, but lewdly disappeared between the lower part of my lips of my pussy where the man earlier had rubbed and pushed it into me.

I slid my fingers back down over the sheer front and exposed area of my lips, and then hooked my finger inside the edge and peeled it back to reveal myself to them. I proceeded to tease and rub myself, occasionally slipping my finger inside and making small circles over my clit. I didn't answer the man earlier when he asked me his question, but yes, it did make me wet.

I brought my other hand up to my breasts and slipped it inside the top of my dress to caress and pinch my erect nipples. I felt my eyes drop shut as I softly moaned and bit down on my lip, exposed as I pleasured myself for the two men I'd given control of my body.

My eyes opened as I heard movement and watched John and Anthony stand up and walk over beside me. I continued to touch myself as John stood in front of my face, unzipped his pants, placed one hand on my head, and guided his erection into my mouth.

He slowly slid in and out of my lips, my tongue sliding over the shaft and head as my hands continued to stimulate my body.

After a moment of this, he stepped away from me and Anthony took his place. Just the same, I continued pleasuring myself as he stroked in and out of my mouth.

He too only stayed there for a minute before he stepped back, took my hand, and led me over to a table against the wall.

He said in a very low steady voice, "Lean forward, hands on the table, spread your feet."

Without hesitation, I did as I was instructed. This was a familiar position for me with them.

I felt the back of my dress lifted up and bunched over my hips and my yellow g-string slid down, stretched between my thighs.

Anthony stepped in behind me first and guided himself into my pussy. He slowly, but steadily, stroked his full-length in and out of me. His hands slid up my hips, over my ribs, and up to the front of my dress where he pulled the fabric back. My breasts were now freed, chilled by the cool air, swayed gently with each of his thrusts into me. One of his hands came up to squeeze and grope as the other smacked down on the cheek of my ass.

A small gasp escaped my lips from the smack and then I felt him step away and John took his place.

There was an immediate difference I noticed as John entered me. John was slightly larger, but also his actions were more aggressive. His thrusts were a little more direct, his hands on my breasts a little rougher, his breathing a little more ragged.

As John worked at me from behind, Anthony stepped up beside the table, looked at me and smiled, and said, "Time to start the show."

I watched as he brought his hand up and slid the painting that was on the wall in front of me, on small tracks, to the side. Behind it was a two-way mirror, looking into the next room.

I was suddenly shocked as I saw my husband standing in the middle of the room. Megan was on her knees in front of him, driving her head forward to take him fully in her mouth. He had his head back with his eyes closed as his hands were resting on her bobbing head.

I was so taken by the scene exposed in front of me that I had completely lost awareness for a moment of John going at me from behind.

Suddenly, the steady deep thrusting took its toll as my body responded. I brought one hand up to steady myself on the wall as my eyes watched my husband's face. An orgasm rippled through my body, my legs trembling, as I looked at my husband's face and the expressions of pleasure that I recognized so well.

My body stopped trembling as the orgasm subsided, but John continued to thrust deep into me. I watched as Megan stood up in front of my husband, kissed him passionately for a moment, and then pushed him back to sit on the couch behind him. His erection was sticking straight up, hard in his lap.

I watched her as she slid her dress off of her shoulders and let it drop down her body to a pool around her black high heels. She was completely naked under her dress.

She stepped forward, placed one knee and then the other to straddle my husband, and then reached back, took hold of his shaft, and guided him into her pussy as she lowered herself down.

John gave a final flurry of thrusts into me before stepping away and letting Anthony continue.

I watched as Megan rolled her hips, grinding my husband deeper into her as he sucked at her nipples. He was intense, frenzied, passionate… things I had not seen in him for a while, and to be honest, I had not felt that with him either.

Anthony was just steadily fucking me, letting me watch the show in front of me. After a few minutes, Megan pushed herself up to her feet and took my husband’s hand and led him over to the table that was under the mirror right in front of me. She looked into the mirror for a second with a smirk, surely seeing her reflection, but knew I was right there watching. She leaned forward, put her hands on the desk, spread her feet, and stood in the same position I was in.

We could faintly hear her, just enough to understand as she looked back at my husband and said, “I want to feel you in my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.”

I looked up at my husband’s face and he was clearly shocked and turned on by her candor.

I watched him step up behind her, spit on her asshole and his hand to lubricate, and then guided his cock into her. She stared straight into the mirror like she could see me, as I watched the expressions and feelings of his penetration come out in her face. Her mouth was gaped open, her breathing was shallow, her eyes portrayed that mix of pain and pleasure.

Just then, Anthony stepped again to the side and John pressed against me. He didn’t enter me, just against me, his cock pressing down the crack of my ass. He leaned forward and in a low voice said, “Did you hear her? Your turn.”

I turned my head back to look over my shoulder, rocked back and forth, and pushed my high heels slightly further apart, and repeated, “I want to feel you in my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.”

John smiled and moved into position, ready to impale me, but just before he did, Anthony leaned in beside me and said, “Don’t be too loud, they will hear you.”

And with that, John pushed forward, intentionally not giving me time to adjust to his size. My mouth stretched open as if to scream out, but I pushed it down and only let low grunting noises escape my throat.

It was such an intense feeling as I tried to adjust, tried to relax and take him, not cry out, as I looked into Megan’s and my husband’s faces, just a couple feet in front of me.

My hands were trying to grip at the surface of the table and the wall as John settled into a steady stroke. My body began to relax and I heard Megan say, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

My husband complied, her face reflected his motions, and then again she said, “Harder. Fuck my ass harder.”

Again he intensified, but also I realized that John was following her directions as well, each time intensifying his thrusts. It was like my ass was at the mercy of Megan’s direction.

I was grunting and tense as John rammed into me. I didn’t think I could take much more when Megan, now in a similar state of pain and pleasure as me, said in a strained voice, “Take my ass harder! Use my ass and make yourself cum!”

I’d never seen my husband like that. He was frenzied, intensely ramming her as hard as he could like he was trying to punish her. He was grunting and moaning, and luckily for me, she was crying out now too, as I could barely contain my sounds as John was giving me equal treatment.

I felt his fingers as they dug into my hips, holding me tight, as each of his thrusts buried him deeper into my ass. Almost on cue, my husband and John both moaned as they came in our asses. I was trembling, still feeling the intensity of John’s erection deep inside of me, when a hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head and body to the side. I had forgotten Anthony was standing right there. He had stroked his cock to the scene that unfolded in front of him and was ready to release. I took him in my mouth as his hand firmly gripped my hair and pushed my nose to his hips. Buried into my throat, he came as I struggled to swallow while John gave a few final thrusts into my ass before he pulled out.

I turned my body and slid down to my knees, still with Anthony in my mouth as I sucked the last drops of his cum from his softening member.

He stepped back and I sat back onto my hip, leaned against the table leg, and relaxed for a moment to gather my senses.

When I pushed myself back up to my feet, I looked into the other room and my husband was by the door. Megan had her dress back on and was facing the mirror, touching up her lipstick. She finished up, gave a little wink and kiss toward the mirror and they left the room.

As I straightened myself back up, Anthony asked, “So how did you feel about that?”

I thought for a moment and replied, “Many emotions...a touch of jealousy, sadness, but also arousal, excitement, and curiosity. In some ways a feeling of relief that I’m not the only one with a secret now. I can hardly judge or be angry at him after all that I've done. And I’ll be honest, in some ways I saw that coming, I saw the way he looked at her at our house and the way she teased. And in a weird way, I feel better that it was with her and not a stranger… since I’ve been with her too.”

Anthony just smiled and said, ‘We better get back to the party before we are missed. There is still another surprise in store for you tonight.”

I thought to myself, ‘After the fucking I just received I don’t think I can handle much more tonight’.

I looked at him perplexed and asked, “Is that what I asked John about earlier when a man called me “the prize” and he said he would let you explain?”

Anthony responded, “Yes. And I will explain soon. Just remember, it’s all for charity.”

We made our way back to the main party room and my husband and Megan were there, sitting at the table talking as if they'd been there all along.

I looked at him naturally and jokingly said, “I’m sorry that took so long. I hope you weren’t too bored stuck here with a beautiful young woman.” I then gave a quick glance to Megan as she smiled at me, both of us acknowledging what we knew just happened.

Anthony excused himself, John sat down beside my husband and started chatting about guy stuff, and I went around the table and sat next to Megan. As soon as I sat, her hand went under the table, out of sight, and she began to lightly stroke her nails over my nylons at my thigh. She turned to me and in a quiet voice she asked, “Did they fuck your ass hard?”

I was a little shocked by her direct question, but then answered, “As hard as you told them to.”

She bit her lip and then replied, “I wish I could have seen your face. I wish I could have kissed your lips while we shared that.”

I felt a tingle go through my leg from her nails as she continued, “Imagine our lips pressed together, our tongues dancing with each other, as our bodies rocked forward at their mercy as we gave them our asses to use. Reaching out to caress each other’s breasts as they swayed with the motion of being fucked. Having our own little intimate moment while our bodies are ravaged by these horny men.”

For a moment, her words mesmerized me as I listened to her description and felt myself becoming aroused. Her level of sexiness and intimacy were beyond her years.

She just looked into my eyes, and smiled, as she knew she had struck a chord with me. I felt a sense of embarrassment flush through me as I changed the subject.

“So, do you know anything about why a man here referred to me as 'the prize'?"

She got the same expression and smile that John did when I asked him, but she was a little more forthcoming. She ambiguously said, “You know how there are charity auctions where you can bid on a date with a celebrity or the like? Well, that corsage you have on, that tells the men that are in the inner circle here who they are bidding on.”

Before I could process what she said, Anthony appeared and said, “Sorry to do this again, but I have another associate I would like you to meet.”

He turned to John and said, “John, why don’t you take Rob down to my garage and show him the collection.”

Rob’s eyes lit up since he just came and sex was off of his mind for at least a few minutes, his next passion took over…. cars.

After they disappeared out the doors, Anthony looked at Megan and said, “It’s time.”

Anthony and Megan escorted me down the hallway to a large room where about eighteen to twenty men were mingling around, and the four other women with different colored corsages were standing to one side of the room.

Anthony turned to me and said, “Megan told me she gave you the general idea, but here is what you need to know. This is a silent auction. You and the other ladies are what they are bidding on. For the next ten minutes, you and the other ladies are here for examination. You will be blindfolded, dresses removed and stood throughout the room as the men get to decide how much, and for whom they would like to bid. You just have to stand there, they will look, and may touch you, but nothing else. The winner of each lady gets an overnight get-away with his prize where nothing is denied for him, with the exception of anything harmful or illegal.”

My mind was reeling… trying to take this all in.

He continued, “You, as well as the other ladies here, are completely free to leave and remove yourself from the bidding, just take off the corsage. But, before you decide, know that this really is a charity event and all the money collected is donated to real worthy foundations to help underprivileged women and children in our community. Oh, and each lady receives ten percent of her winning bid for her time.”

Not that it all comes down to money, but my curiosity got the better of me as I quipped, “Well, ten percent of a few hundred dollars is hardly worth giving myself to a stranger for two days to be his plaything, and not even know what he looks like.”

Anthony looked at me with a serious expression and replied, “Look around. This is not the firehall after a bingo game. Last year the average bid was approximately sixty thousand dollars. And one winning bid was over one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. Also, I assure you that discretion is even more important to these men than it is to you. So what would you like to do?”

I looked him in the eyes for a long quiet period as I tried to run it all through my mind. Then, I held my head up, pulled my shoulders back, pushed my breasts forward, and walked over to take my place in line with the other ladies.

I looked over at Anthony as I stood there, nervous, and he was just giving a whimsical smile at me before he asked for everyone’s attention.

I did not know any of the other women standing there. One looked to be my age, and the other three were in their twenties. I was honestly surprised to not see Megan as one of the group, but she was in the room assisting Anthony.

Anthony took a moment to welcome everyone and explain the rules as he had done to me. I guess when it's all over, no one knows who the winners are except the person who won and the woman he's with.

He turned toward us standing to the side and said, "Ladies, would you please remove your dresses."

As the other four women began to remove their dresses, I brought my trembling fingers up and untied the strings behind my neck. I lowered my dress down, revealed my breasts, and then let it slide down where I held it with my right hand and stepped out of it, one foot at a time. We all laid our dresses on the chairs behind us and stood there at attention. Clearly we were all given the same instructions for what to wear. Each of us had on a pair of black high heels, nude or black thigh high nylons, and a g-string panty that matched the color of our corsage.

One by one, Megan walked over and took a lady by the arm, led her out into the middle of the floor to an open area, and put a blindfold over her eyes. She positioned me last, not saying a word but smiling at me as she stood in front of me and blindfolded me.

Again I heard Anthony's voice, "Ladies, please spread your feet as wide as your shoulders, raise your arms and lock your fingers behind your head, and do not move. Gentlemen, you have ten minutes to examine all of the ladies and decide how you would like to bid.

I was standing there shivering, partially from the chill in the room and partially from the embarrassment of the situation. My mind was racing and I asked myself what the hell I was doing, why did I put myself in this situation. Was it purely because I wanted to please Anthony and he expected it of me or was there something in me that made me need to do it for myself, for my own newly discovered perversions.

I heard the men as they began to move around the room and it was only a few seconds before I felt cold hands moving over my body. Over and over, the same thing. My breasts would be caressed, squeezed and groped, my nipples teased, pinched, and pulled. Hands rubbed and squeezed the cheeks of my ass, fingers slid down the crack, tracing my g-string, and some ran up and down the length of my legs feeling the nylons covering them. That was all I felt for the first couple minutes, but then I started hearing some of the other women in the room letting out low moans, sighs, and whimpers. I wondered what was happening to them when suddenly a hand slid down my stomach, between my legs, and rubbed me through my panties.

For the second time tonight, I felt fingers hooked inside the waistband of my g-string as it was slid very slowly down over my hips and thighs and left stretched around my legs just above my knees. It was harder than you realize to stand still, making yourself keep your hands up in the air locked behind your head, while you feel yourself exposed and violated. That was what was happening now. It was the epitome of submission. Exposed… blindfolded… in a room full of strangers, holding my body in that position consciously for inspection, a very intimate inspection.

Man after man was rubbing me, fingering me, teasing me, testing me. One man put his hand under my hair and held the back of my neck as he pushed two fingers deep into my mouth, as if he was testing my gag reflex, then moved them between my legs to pump them into me for a few seconds, and then back into my mouth again to taste my arousal. I felt men examining me in humiliating ways. I felt hands spread the cheeks of my ass as fingers touched me and penetrated me there. Some of them fingered me like they were examining me, others clearly thrusted in a way to evoke a reaction from me, no warning, just penetration, sometimes with enough force to knock me off balance.

At one point, I don't know how many men were standing around me, but I had fingers in every hole and both breasts were being groped as well. Every woman in the room, including myself, was openly moaning and grunting as they were molested.

Imagine you’re me, placed in this submissive, vulnerable position, blinded to the intentions of the strangers standing right in front of me. Then with no warning, fingers violated me with quick steady thrusts, taking my breath away. My nipples suddenly pinched hard and pulled, making my stomach tense and jaw drop open as I squinted my eyes hard. It was an exciting, humiliating, and intensely erotic experience like I'd never had.

I perceived the personality of each of the men through their touch. Some were adoring, admiring my body, caressing my curves. Some wanted to humiliate me, make me feel the power they had. And a few I could tell wanted to make me struggle to comply, to feel discomfort, and cry out as they tested my limits. If I was completely honest, it was the latter of the men that scared me, but also aroused something in me. It wasn’t that I wanted pain or them to hurt me, absolutely not. It was the element of uncertainty…  How far are they going to go? When will they stop? What are they going to do next? There was an intense tie of sexual arousal to the fear of their actions.

‘Why am I putting myself in this position?’ That’s what I asked myself since this began, and I was starting to understand. It was like a drug, a drug you know is bad for you or makes you do things that are out of character, but you can’t deny the high you get, so you take it again. It was that high I was getting from John and Anothony, and now these men. And every time you get “the high”, you need a little more the next time to get the same intensity. A few months ago, the woman who was in the shower with John was just being awoken to these feelings. If the next day I was put in this situation, I would have screamed, fought, and ran, appalled at how these men were touching me. But now, after weeks of being, for lack of a better word, conditioned by John and Anthony, my modesty and denial of true sexual desires in me had been eroded and allowed me to realize I fantasized and craved surrendering myself to men’s desires. I wanted… no, needed to please them sexually however they demanded.

My arms were actually getting tired from being held in this position when I heard Anthony's voice.

"Times up. Gentlemen, please step back and prepare your bids."

I could hear all the men return to the back of the room and then Anthony said, "Ladies, you may remove your blindfolds, get dressed, and return to the party. Thank you."

I took my blindfold off and looked around the room. The other women we're doing the same, and all of us we're in the same position with our panties at some place around our legs. I reached down and pulled mine back up into place and then joined the other women by the chairs where we put our dresses back on and left the room. None of us spoke to each other and dispersed back into the crowd of the party.

I went straight to the bar. After that, I needed a drink.

Some time went by, and I finished my second Martini. I was starting to feel much more relaxed now. My husband was still gone with John and I started to notice familiar faces from the room as they began to come out. I watched as some of them returned to wives, and others mingled together, clearly there alone.

I looked at each one of them, realizing that sometime in the near future I was going to belong to one of them for two days. I'll be honest, most of them were not very physically attractive to me at all. Some of them bigger men, some of them much older. But for some reason, now that wasn’t what mattered. It was what they were going to make me do that was the turn on, regardless of their age or appearance.

Anthony and Megan finally appeared and made their way over to me in the corner by the bar.

Anthony smiled and said, "You were very popular among the bidders."

Before I could respond or ask any questions, John and my husband returned. He told me he was ready to go when I was. It was just after midnight and people were starting to leave so we said our goodbyes. When I hugged Anthony goodbye, he whispered in my ear, "Seventy-two thousand dollars, and you're worth every penny. He'll be in touch this week."

He stepped back and gave me a smile and winked as he took Megan by the arm and they moved off through the room.

'Wow, that's a lot more than the hundred bucks John sold me for in the backseat of his car.' I thought sarcastically. 'Was I now a prostitute? Is that what I've become?'

My husband and I made our way out to the valet to get our car. At this point, my modesty was completely gone as I got in the car, not even trying to cover myself as the same young man saw even more, possibly all of me.

As we drove home, everything from the evening was flashing through my mind, slightly blurred in my mildly intoxicated state. I couldn't even count how many men touched, groped, or fingered me in some way tonight. I thought through how Anthony and John took me in that little room and fucked me as I watched my husband with Megan just a few feet in front of me. How incredibly hard John used my ass to pleasure himself. And finally, how I agreed to sell myself to the highest bidder, and God only knows what he's going to demand of me. I'm beginning to learn that these men with money don't just want a blowjob or a girl to fuck, they want to play games. They want to do things that push boundaries.

I looked over at my husband as he stared ahead driving. Any normal wife would be furious with him after what I saw him do tonight, but with everything I've gotten myself into, I'm clearly not any normal wife. Oddly enough, it wasn't anger or jealousy I felt. I felt like I needed to reconnect with him, that I needed to please him, make him feel the way he did with Megan. I felt like seeing him with her made him more desirable to me.

I broke the silence as I asked, "Honey, did you think I looked pretty tonight?"

He looked over at me and smiled and said, "You looked beautiful tonight."

I replied, "You looked very handsome in your suit as well. I’m sad we didn't even get to dance to one song."

As I said that, I put my hand over on his thigh and slid it up to squeeze his crotch through his pants. I continued to rub and pull at him through the material as I asked, "Are you going to give this to me when we get home?"

He stumbled over his words as he said, "Oh, I don't know, it's late, and I'm tired, I don't know if I have it in me."

I knew the real reason was because he already came this evening, came in Megan's ass as John fucked mine.

But I wasn't going to accept that answer. I wanted to prove it to him, and myself, that I could be just as hot as her. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over, unzipped his pants, and pulled him out in his relaxed state. I looked up at my husband and said, "You just drive, I'll get him ready."

I took him in my mouth, very easily all the way in his softened condition. I worked the head and shaft with my tongue and lips, and slowly brought him back to life. He softly said, "Oh God baby, that feels so nice."

We pulled into our garage and I heard the door go down as I continued to suck him. Either he didn't think or didn't care, that I would be able to tell that he had sex tonight. Little did he know my lips and tongue had been between Megan's legs before and I recognized her sent on him. All that did was fuel my desire to please him.

I sat back up and looked at him with an ornery smile and then got out of the car and walked around to the front. I looked at him through the windshield and reached up under my hair, untied the halter of my dress, and peeled it down. It fell to the floor and then I hooked my thumbs in the strings of my panties and slid them down my legs. I kept eye contact with him as I laid forward onto the hood of the car, my arms stretched out and my legs spread wide.

He got out of the car and moved behind me. I felt him squeeze my ass with one hand as he stroked his erection with the other. He then stepped forward and worked his semi-hard erection into my pussy. He fucked me slow and steady, but not at all the way he was with Megan. He began to thrust quicker and I could tell he was getting close to cumming.

That's when I turned my body slightly and reached back with my hand to push back on his hip. He stopped and abruptly asked,  What's wrong?"

I just smiled and said, "Nothing's wrong, I just want something else tonight."

I could tell he was perplexed as I slid my hand over to grip his shaft and pull him from my pussy. I then raised it up and rubbed the head up and down the crack of my ass over the hole.

His breathing was a little more ragged as he asked, "What are you doing?"

Even though he asked, I could tell he knew what I was doing because his cock was now stiff and hard in my hand as I lined the head up against my asshole. I pushed my hips back just enough to let the tip start to open me and held it there. I brought my arm back up, spread open across the hood of the car, and looked over my shoulder, and said, "Use me this way to make yourself cum!"

He only hesitated for a moment before gripping my hips with both hands and began a steady push that didn't stop until his hips touched the cheeks of my ass. Even though I was stretched and used this way earlier, a long exhaling groan escaped my throat as he fully impaled me. He held there for a few seconds. My body trembled with the initial intrusion and feeling of unnatural fullness. Then, he began a flurry of strokes into me, making me grunt with each thrust before he moaned and collapsed down onto my back as he came in my ass.

After he stopped shaking, he whispered in my ear, "That was beautiful. Come on, let's go up to bed."

He pushed up off of me, slipped himself back into his pants, and stood there to help me up. Wobbly for a second on my high heels, I regained my balance and picked up my dress and panties and we headed up to our room. I remembered thinking as we went up the stairs, ‘I hope our son isn’t still awake’, as I strolled through the house in nothing but high heels and black thigh highs. I was following my husband down the hall to our room. Just about ten feet from our door,  I heard the door to my son’s room open at the other end of the hall. I bit down on my lip but didn’t look back. I figured there was no point in making a scene so I just pretended I didn’t hear anything as I continued down the hall, into our room, and shut the door. I’m sure he got a good view of me, at least from behind, before I closed the door!

My husband went into the bathroom. With the combination of it being late, the alcohol, and everything I'd been through tonight, I dropped my clothes on the floor, slipped off my high heels, and climbed into bed still wearing my thigh highs. I think I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow because I didn't remember my husband coming to bed.

Sunday was a day to relax and just be normal around the house. I was wearing a pair of mist grey leggings and a form-fitting, white, spaghetti strap cami as I prepared dinner. My son was sitting at the island counter on his phone, but I could feel him watching me and saw him look away several times when I turned toward him. I thought it was interesting that he asked out of the blue where we went last night and when we got home. He knew when we got home, he saw me, he just didn’t know that I knew he saw me. I just thought that it was funny that he was trying to hide seeing me, it clearly must still be on his mind. Apparently, I made an impression unintentionally.

I was flattered but embarrassed as I suddenly realized how form-fitting the leggings were and semi-transparent the cami was as he kept watching me reaching and bending to get things from cupboards. My lips were hugged and separated by the seam in the leggings and my nipples poked through the thin material. I wore things like this lounging at home constantly but never gave it a second thought. I may have unknowingly teased and tortured him all through his years becoming a young man. I felt bad and I thought to myself, ‘He is a walking hormone. God help the girls when he heads to college next year.’

As I laid in bed drifting off, my mind was wandering. This week I would find out the details of my winning bidder. After a “normal” day at home, the thought of that upcoming experience seemed so incredibly surreal, like I’m living two lives.