I couldn't believe that my husband talked me into this.
He said it was important for his job, and that the poker had some interesting stakes... mainly that the husbands would then take their winnings and bid on a night with the wives.
His biggest two clients were going to be at this party, as were his competitors, so if he wanted to succeed, he had to show. I knew he was a good poker player, so I agreed, as long as he made sure to win me in the auction... I didn't care, but I needed him, and for him to have this job.
He was confident that he could do it, so I agreed.
I sat on stage, and I watched as the men bid on me. My husband did good, but not as good as I had hoped. Every time he bid on me, his chief competitor upped the bid. Back and forth it went between the two of them.
Several of the wives had gone for a thousand dollars, the nights buy in, but the two of them just passed $6,900 for me, and they were still going. I wasn't sure how much my husband had, but when he couldn't bid past $12,000, I knew I was in trouble.
His competitor, Big Pete, raised one last time. I looked at my husband, and he couldn't move. I could tell he wanted to, but he had been defeated. His head sank, unable to even look at me.
"Going twice..." I heard. Almost like an echo from far away, I realized what had just happened. I wanted to cry out, but no sound came from my mouth.
"Sold!" the auctioneer said enthusiastically. I couldn't believe it. They had bought me for the evening, and there was nothing I could do about it. The wives and girlfriends had acknowledged that there was no "no", there was no "safe word". We were merely the property of the winner to do with as they pleased.
I wish Big Pete got his name from how big his shlong was... but who knew? His big old gut was something else... and not in a good way.
I felt my leash being tugged on. I was being sent to my new master.
He looked me up and down like a piece of meat. As I looked away at the room, there were many I wished that would look at me like that, but not him.
He led me back to his room. I followed, but too slowly for his taste, lagging behind. So he'd periodically tug on the leash just a bit more to make sure I could keep up.
Back in the room, I saw two other guys. The clients my husband had tried to impress.
"Here you go boys, the true prize of the evening," he said as he ran his hand down my back and groped my ass.
These two guys were better looking, by a lot, not that it was saying much of anything.
Pete whispered into my ear, "I'll get you once these boys are done. But I bought you to win these guys over. They're your husband's biggest clients, and I'm using you to take their business away from your husband. Imagine that, you're helping bankrupt your own husband," he said, laughing.
"Have fun, and feel free to do anything you want with her. I'll be back in the morning for sloppy seconds... or thirds... hell, tenths if fine with me. Use the slut up, that's what she's there for."
I shivered at the thought as the two guys approached me. I looked back, hoping to find my husband, but he wasn't there.
"You’re all ours," the first one said as he groped my breasts. "No bra, just the way I like it..."
The other came behind me and groped my ass, lifting my dress up. "And no panties... she is a little slut."
Truth be told, I had worn them, but the game master took from me... the fact that he fingered me as I dressed wasn't forgotten either.
I kept my mouth shut as they felt me up, and stripped me of my clothes, but never the leash.
They took turns with me all night long. I saw them periodically taking some little blue pills to ensure they could go all night with me. I was both flattered and disgusted.
Before the day came, they had each filled every one of my holes with their cocks. I knew Pete was coming soon, and I hated they would leave my husband for him... that I would probably lose the house... the fancy cars...
They were getting dressed. I looked at the clock, knowing it was almost time. Desperate, I risked it all.
"If you had fun tonight, imagine doing it again and again..." I heard a key in the door. "I know my husband would be grateful for your business, as would I…" I said before the door opened. Then I shut up.
The guys thanked Pete and left. I watched as Pete's belly wiggled as he walked. He pulled out his wanker and jerked it in front of me, till he came all over me. I think he had been saving himself for a month, given how much he came.
It was gross, but nothing worse than what the guys had done I told myself.
The alarm went off, and Pete tossed me my clothes and told me to leave.
I pulled off my collar, and left without getting dressed.
I headed to my husband's room. Three girls were giggling as they left, having had a great time. I hated him a bit for it. He had fun, while I didn't.
When I came in, he was looking confused as he looked at his phone. "I don't get it. Those two clients resigned with me..."
"You're welcome," I told him as I headed to the shower. I needed to clean up after doing my part. Wait till I told him what he'd have to do for his clients over the next few years...
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He said it was important for his job, and that the poker had some interesting stakes... mainly that the husbands would then take their winnings and bid on a night with the wives.
His biggest two clients were going to be at this party, as were his competitors, so if he wanted to succeed, he had to show. I knew he was a good poker player, so I agreed, as long as he made sure to win me in the auction... I didn't care, but I needed him, and for him to have this job.
He was confident that he could do it, so I agreed.
I sat on stage, and I watched as the men bid on me. My husband did good, but not as good as I had hoped. Every time he bid on me, his chief competitor upped the bid. Back and forth it went between the two of them.
Several of the wives had gone for a thousand dollars, the nights buy in, but the two of them just passed $6,900 for me, and they were still going. I wasn't sure how much my husband had, but when he couldn't bid past $12,000, I knew I was in trouble.
His competitor, Big Pete, raised one last time. I looked at my husband, and he couldn't move. I could tell he wanted to, but he had been defeated. His head sank, unable to even look at me.
"Going twice..." I heard. Almost like an echo from far away, I realized what had just happened. I wanted to cry out, but no sound came from my mouth.
"Sold!" the auctioneer said enthusiastically. I couldn't believe it. They had bought me for the evening, and there was nothing I could do about it. The wives and girlfriends had acknowledged that there was no "no", there was no "safe word". We were merely the property of the winner to do with as they pleased.
I wish Big Pete got his name from how big his shlong was... but who knew? His big old gut was something else... and not in a good way.
I felt my leash being tugged on. I was being sent to my new master.
He looked me up and down like a piece of meat. As I looked away at the room, there were many I wished that would look at me like that, but not him.
He led me back to his room. I followed, but too slowly for his taste, lagging behind. So he'd periodically tug on the leash just a bit more to make sure I could keep up.
Back in the room, I saw two other guys. The clients my husband had tried to impress.
"Here you go boys, the true prize of the evening," he said as he ran his hand down my back and groped my ass.
These two guys were better looking, by a lot, not that it was saying much of anything.
Pete whispered into my ear, "I'll get you once these boys are done. But I bought you to win these guys over. They're your husband's biggest clients, and I'm using you to take their business away from your husband. Imagine that, you're helping bankrupt your own husband," he said, laughing.
"Have fun, and feel free to do anything you want with her. I'll be back in the morning for sloppy seconds... or thirds... hell, tenths if fine with me. Use the slut up, that's what she's there for."
I shivered at the thought as the two guys approached me. I looked back, hoping to find my husband, but he wasn't there.
"You’re all ours," the first one said as he groped my breasts. "No bra, just the way I like it..."
The other came behind me and groped my ass, lifting my dress up. "And no panties... she is a little slut."
Truth be told, I had worn them, but the game master took from me... the fact that he fingered me as I dressed wasn't forgotten either.
I kept my mouth shut as they felt me up, and stripped me of my clothes, but never the leash.
They took turns with me all night long. I saw them periodically taking some little blue pills to ensure they could go all night with me. I was both flattered and disgusted.
Before the day came, they had each filled every one of my holes with their cocks. I knew Pete was coming soon, and I hated they would leave my husband for him... that I would probably lose the house... the fancy cars...
They were getting dressed. I looked at the clock, knowing it was almost time. Desperate, I risked it all.
"If you had fun tonight, imagine doing it again and again..." I heard a key in the door. "I know my husband would be grateful for your business, as would I…" I said before the door opened. Then I shut up.
The guys thanked Pete and left. I watched as Pete's belly wiggled as he walked. He pulled out his wanker and jerked it in front of me, till he came all over me. I think he had been saving himself for a month, given how much he came.
It was gross, but nothing worse than what the guys had done I told myself.
The alarm went off, and Pete tossed me my clothes and told me to leave.
I pulled off my collar, and left without getting dressed.
I headed to my husband's room. Three girls were giggling as they left, having had a great time. I hated him a bit for it. He had fun, while I didn't.
When I came in, he was looking confused as he looked at his phone. "I don't get it. Those two clients resigned with me..."
"You're welcome," I told him as I headed to the shower. I needed to clean up after doing my part. Wait till I told him what he'd have to do for his clients over the next few years...
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Want to see everything that's available: Jamie's Erotic Book Collection (https://amzn.to/2wUExm4)
And don't forget there are a couple of awesome Kindle Vella stories there as well.
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