27-04-2019, 03:37 PM
"Congratulations Samina. You have just set a new record for this auction. Including the sale of your clothes you have just raised nearly twenty thousand dollars for the charities supported by the club.
Besides blushing I could also see that Samina was also very happy. Happier than I had seen her in a long time. Dressed in that sari, she looked like an empress surveying her kingdom. Men came over to congratulate here, and women gave her jealous looks.
She stepped off the podium and walked over to me, a huge grin pasted on her lovely face. I walked up to her and gave her a big hug and kiss. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you would be a big hit. I can't tell how happy I am that all your hard work paid off, and offering yourself for the auction was truly inspirational!”
"Oh, Umer, I'm sure glad that's over. I was so nervous. I was sure that no one would bid on me. That would have been so embarrassing! But you're right. I'm very happy right now, does it show?” Samina smiled again.
"Well, your smile is wider than I have seen in quite a while now darling!"
"You know, standing in front of all those people was so scary. I felt like I was naked, and being openly gawked at, so unlike on the beach. And then John, pinched my ass secretly, and said he would gladly pay a lot of money if I showed it to him! The rat! He should pay extra for that," Samina said in mocking disgust. "It's just as well that I don't have any panties to wear. I'm so wet right now that I'd just soak them anyhow. I will probably get a bad wet spot on my skirt though."
Just then Allan Spencer, the winning bidder, walked up. "Samina, I'll call you tomorrow to set up our date if that's OK?"
"That's fine Allan. We'll be home all day," Samina smiled at him.
The auctioneer interrupted our conversation with Allan. "First of all, ladies and gents, the board and I are delighted to announce that thanks to Helen, Bonnie, Jan, and Samina we have raised more than fifty one thousand dollars! So hopefully these lovely ladies will also be willing to help up out for the next auction as well. Now lets give them a big hand!”
Shortly after that the evening ended.
I guess I should explain what this Glen Creek Club sale is all about. It got started quite innocently just two years ago when several of the female members of the club, got together to form an informal social club amongst themselves. They had talked about a more typical garden club but many of them weren't interested in gardening. They found a broader common interest in doing various kinds of charity work. Taking an idea from a youth group that some of their kids were in they planned a 'slave auction' as their first fund-raiser. The women made themselves available to the highest bidder to do various household chores such as closet cleaning, washing windows, baby sitting, cooking etc. To that was added the idea of also collecting various items that members could bid on.
They had set a goal of ten thousand dollars for their first sale figuring that with thirty women they would need to get an average of just over three hundred dollars each for their services, along with the items they brought along for the auction. Unfortunately due to some absences and poor publicity they had only raised five thousand dollars when the sale was over. The auctioneer mentioned the shortfall and suggested that if any of the buyers wanted their slaves to do other things for them they could work it out between them and pay something extra for it.
Dale Eagan, a widower living in Glen Creek, had taken advantage of the sale to buy the services of Bonnie Wilson to do a good housecleaning. Everyone thinks that Dale bought Bonnie knowing of her reputation as a flirt and a bit of a showoff. There had been many times when Bonnie appeared around the neighborhood in outfits that displayed more of her robust body than they concealed. The day that Bonnie was to do her work was particularly warm so Bonnie dressed in a tight halter-top and rather short shorts. No one knows for sure how things got out of hand but Bonnie's story is that after Dale had watched her work for a while he offered to help make up the club's shortfall if she would do her work topless. Bonnie went along with this request and later agreed to work completely nude when he offered another hundred.
The story of how this came about, was narrated to me by Dale, and I think its worth reproducing here, as it does have a direct bearing on Samina's continuing development as a hotwife.
Bonnie's nudity caused them both to lose any remaining control and before the day was over Bonnie gave Dale a blowjob and then let him fuck her in return for his paying the entire difference. Dale was so satisfied that he even paid a hundred extra. He also readily agreed to keep the entire matter a secret.
Bonnie was very pleased with her fund-raising prowess and even bragged about it to her husband Jerry when she got home. Bonnie hadn't thought about how she might explain this windfall and when Jerry pressed her for an answer she confessed. This could have led to a major problem for them but the speculation was that Jerry had a guilty conscience because he had been banging his cute new secretary. Anyhow the issue soon blew over in the Wilson household.
Bonnie had also not thought of how she would explain to her club mates how she got this extra money from Dale. Finally she decided to fess up to Janet Quentin who was her next-door neighbor. There had been rumors in the neighborhood for years that Janet liked to give special tips to the newspaper boy, the pizza delivery man, the mail man and any other male who happened to come to the Quentin's door. Janet received the news with great interest and soon had passed it along to the club officers. They thought about it for a while and then called a special meeting.
"Ladies, I have some interesting news," Denise Longwood, the club president began. "First of all I am happy to report that we have reached and even exceeded our goal." After a buzz of excitement about that and some questions of how this had happened, Denise continued, "and I must also tell you that as we've all heard before, sex sells." A hush fell over the room.
"What do you mean by that?" Sue Johnson asked. "Surely no one did anything like that!"
"I'm afraid they did," Janet butted in. "Bonnie would you tell everyone what happened."
Bonnie had not come prepared to have the juicy details of her romp with Dale discussed in such a public way but now she had no choice. "Well, Dale Eagan paid me extra to do certain special things for him," she finally said after stumbling about trying to figure out how to tell her story.
"Oh thank god," Sue muttered. "I was afraid it involved Henry." Henry, her husband, had purchased the services of Janet. She was already suspicious about the two of them and this news had only increased her concern.
"No, Sue. It wasn't Henry...but not because he didn't try. He made a pass at me but I wouldn't think of doing something like that," Janet replied self-righteously.
"Well," Sue retorted, "Joe made a pass at me too but I didn't take him seriously." She was referring to Denise's husband.
A very frank discussion ensued and everyone soon realized that most of them had received suggestions about "other services" that their buyers wanted. Some of them such as Jerry, Bonnie's husband, had been pretty direct about it but none of the other women admitted to having acted on the requests. On the other hand none of them seemed to have been particularly distressed about having been asked.
"Ladies, the only conclusion that I can come to is what I said before. Sex sells," president Denise repeated. "I want to thank Bonnie for having broken the ice on this matter. I think it's pretty clear how we can really make some money. If you what I mean!" He winked at the ladies present.
After an hour of sometimes-heated discussion, the club agreed to change the nature of the 'slave sale.' Basically, any woman who volunteered to be auctioned had the choice offer 'other' services to the winner, in return for extra payment. Another sale was scheduled three months later and it was announced that there were no limits as to what services the buyer could request. It was never publicly acknowledged that this might include sex but everyone knew. Many of the original women would not agree, and left the club, but they did promise to keep the offer of 'extra' services secret.
By the time Samina and I joined the club, only 8 female members had agreed to offer the 'extra' services. And the other women who offered to be auctioned were not informed of that, and it was understood that they would not be expected to do anything other than normal cooking, cleaning, shopping etc. Samina was in this group of ladies.
The first two sales that followed were highly successful compared to the first. More than ten thousand dollars were raised for charity and there were no bad reactions from any of the buyers or the women who were offering the 'extra' services. An unwritten code developed which said that at the club meetings no one discussed what went on when the women spent the day with their buyers. As a result on the 8 women and their buyers knew what was really going on. In a small community like ours, that kind of discretion was essential to keep the scheme afloat, and I think everyone understood it.
Since the key to higher sales prices was more buyers Jennifer and Jack Doyle volunteered to help find more single men (or men who would come without their spouses). They so far had found six suitable candidates, and quietly informed them about the 8 women. The men jumped at the opportunity to have sex with them, and at the next auction, all records were broken by the funds raised. Those not in the know of the real situation pegged it to the enthusiasm that the auctions were generating and the desire of the club members to raise larger sums each time.
By this time Samina was well on her way to becoming a true, happy, slut wife. So if they ladies had approached her about offering 'extra' services, she might have actually accepted. But I think, given our background, they probably assumed that we would be scandalized by such a suggestion.
Going into the auction, Samina was quite worried that she may not get a good bid. This despite my repeated assurances that she would be a huge hit. The selection of the sari and the simple jewellery was a stroke of inspiration. To me she looked like an angel, I was sure that the people at the auction would see her as some exotic, eastern princess. I told her that I was sure she would get the highest bid! That seemed to make her feel a bit less tense,
Also, at the pre-auction meeting, Samina was overwhelmed by the encouragement she got from the other women, and number of men openly stated that they were very happy she had agreed to be auctioned because they wanted to bid on her. That boosted her ego and confidence immensely. For me those comments only served to reinforce just how much I enjoyed my wife being with other men, although, at the time I thought that there would be no sexual activity involved. Still it was very arousing for me to see Samina being so openly sought out by men.
Thus, Samina's hesitation was finally overcome, and she confirmed that she would be part of the auction. Even though, later she confided in me that she was still nervous as hell.
******
After the auction, I couldn't wait to get Samina home. We were both very turned on by the sale and this resulted in a great night of hotter sex than usual. Samina even seemed enthusiastic about fucking me. Something that had been getting rarer and rarer!
"Do you think I can satisfy Allan? I want him to think he got his money's worth!" She asked, sounding worried.
"Samina, he'll know he got a bargain when you're finished with him," I assured her. "Are you nervous about it?" I asked.
"Yes, very!" was her reply. "You know I've never had to worry about that before. I guess because he paid a lot of money, it's only fair that he expect tip top service, I hope he finds my cooking acceptable."
"Well I am sure he will. If not, I will gladly eat whatever you cook for him.” I tried to make light of the situation.
"Don't be that way! I'm serious. This guy paid a lot of money, for a day with me. I think I owe it to him to make sure that he get his money's worth! That is a lot of pressure.”Samina said seriously.
"But, Samina, are you looking forward to your date with Allan? If you are, then not only will you do a great job, you will enjoy yourself too. I is a great guy and I am sure he will not have unrealistic expectations.” I said.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. But still.... you know.... yeah I guess it will be fine." Samina sighed.
"I am sure it will be darling, don't worry, you are a great cook. And if you are worried about making sure I gets his money's worth, do some cleaning for him, offer to go shopping with him, anything like that which would be considered extra." It did not occur to either one of us that Samina should offer to sleep with I. Although a recent widower, he was after all a pillar of the community, and we did not want to risk him getting to know our lifestyle, nor did we think that he would make a pass at a married woman.
“Hmm, that's not a bad idea.” Samina said softly as she fell asleep in my arms.
Allan called the next day as he had promised. His 'date' with Samina was set for the following Saturday. He would pick her up around 9:00 am and would return her around 9:00 pm.. The terms of the Glen Creek sale were that the buyer had the services of the 'slave', for up 12 hours. I left them alone to finalize all the details.
Samina seemed overwhelmed when she realized the amount of time that she would be spending with Allan."Whatever will I do with him for so long?” She asked me.
"Maybe he wants you to wash windows," I joked.
"I guess you're right," she acknowledged. "And at least he agreed to let me cook for him, and maybe clean up a little too. I hope you will be keep yourself usefully occupied too."
"Oh I am sure I will be able to keep myself busy. A pity that Steve moved to Alaska, otherwise I would have asked him to join me.” I said.
"OK, that makes me feel better. But you know I feel nervous, even more so than I did the first time I had sex with another man, there is was just sex, here it's different. I have to find ways to keep the man entertained and not get bored with my company. I wish he had not paid so much money. I really don't want him to feel cheated.” Samina had an anguished look on her face.
“Don't worry darling,” I reassured her. “He won't!”
A week has never gone by so slowly. We were both like little kids waiting for summer vacation. Every day seemed to take forever. Samina suffered some misgivings during this time as well.
Thursday, Samina and Allan, talked again to reconfirm the date. he asked her to wear a sexy dress similar to the one that she wore the night of the auction. He said that he loved seeing her in traditional garb. Samina, did not think the request out of line, and agreed to it.
I helped Samina get ready Friday afternoon. She was a little nervous, but not as much as she had been earlier. She wore the same sari and blouse combination. She looked stunning and a little provocative. Her hairdresser had swirled her long red hair up on top of her head. I thought that I getting a bit of an eyeful of Samina's torso was probably not a bad idea, as he had earned that right by bidding so much for her.
"You look so beautiful, I am having a hard time from ripping off your clothes right no!" I said half seriously. "See what you've done to me?” I added as I pulled my very hard cock out of my pants.
"I think I can fix that," she replied sympathetically. Then she sat me down on the bed and gave me the best hand job I'd ever had, even though I was hoping for a blow job, but lately those were a very rare, precious commodity. It didn't take long for me to come. I soon shot a big hot load all over her arm and palm. She quickly cleaned if off with a tissue paper, before it could drip on and ruin her clothes.
"There you go, tiger," she said after cleaning herself. “That ought to hold you over until I return.”
"Yes, and be prepared! I want to clean you up with my tongue as soon as you get in the door!” I laughed.
“You've got a deal buster! My pussy loves getting massages from your tongue.” Samina smiled back. “Alas your cock is not as talented!” She said with a devilish smile, making my still naked, soft cock twitch, a fact that did not go unnoticed by her. That was the first time (and certainly not the last) that she had openly criticized my manhood, or lack there of!
“I'm sorry.” I said seriously.
“Oh don't worry, it can't be helped. But you make up for it in other ways, so I am happy.” Samina said contently blowing me a kiss, just as I rang our front door bell.
My heart was in my throat when Allan, picked her up. He gave a loud whistle of approval and said something which I found rather odd at the time. "You're going to be a big hit, Samina. A very big hit!"
"A hit with who?" I wondered as they drove away. "What has I got planned for my wife? Could it be.... ? No it can't!" I chided myself for having a dirty mind, there is no way I would try to take Samina to bed, he was too straight a guy to do anything of that sort.
I tried to keep busy that day, but visions of Samina getting fucked by I kept running through my mind. And soon the wait became almost unbearable, I counted the seconds tick by until her return from Allan's!
Samina, arrived home a few minutes after 9:00 pm. I met them in the driveway and opened the door for her. She was wearing the white blouse and denim skirt, that I had never seen her wear before. I was later informed that she had accompanied Allan, on a shopping expedition and he had insisted on thanking her by buying something nice for her, for all the help she gave him in making his own selections.
She kissed Allan goodbye. "It was quite an experience," she said to him. Then she turned to get out. As she did she opened her thighs and gave me a good view of her bare pussy. I could see cum dripping from it. Her skirt had a large wet spot.
“WOW!” I muttered to myself. “He really did get his money's worth from her, and what did she mean by 'it was quite and experience?”
"Oh, and by the way, I lost my panties somewhere in your house, I hope your house cleaner doesn't find them!" she said.
“Don't worry, I found them as we were leaving, they are now safely hidden!” I smiled and drove away.
"I love you." Said Samina to me, as we entered our house.
"I love you too. But what the hell happened to you?” I asked excitedly.
"I had a bit of a surprise today!" She began as we walked into the house. "And I was an exceptionally naughty wife!” She chuckled.
“Why, what happened, I mean I know he fucked you. But....” I smiled.
“Well, Umer, on the way to their house, he told me that he needed to get some shopping done for his sister's teenage daughters birthday was coming up and he wanted to get her something special. He asked if I would be willing to help out in selecting something. Of course I told him that I was more than happy to do so. And he took me to the mall, were we spent almost two hours, browsing, before finding something nice. At that point I insisted on getting me a thank you gift, and refused to listen to my protests that none was necessary!
“When we got to their house, he offered me a drink, which I finished rather quickly, and then I had another. About that time, the door bell rang and there were three men at the door. When I saw them all coming into the house I asked what was going on. He, then took me into the kitchen.”
Besides blushing I could also see that Samina was also very happy. Happier than I had seen her in a long time. Dressed in that sari, she looked like an empress surveying her kingdom. Men came over to congratulate here, and women gave her jealous looks.
She stepped off the podium and walked over to me, a huge grin pasted on her lovely face. I walked up to her and gave her a big hug and kiss. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you would be a big hit. I can't tell how happy I am that all your hard work paid off, and offering yourself for the auction was truly inspirational!”
"Oh, Umer, I'm sure glad that's over. I was so nervous. I was sure that no one would bid on me. That would have been so embarrassing! But you're right. I'm very happy right now, does it show?” Samina smiled again.
"Well, your smile is wider than I have seen in quite a while now darling!"
"You know, standing in front of all those people was so scary. I felt like I was naked, and being openly gawked at, so unlike on the beach. And then John, pinched my ass secretly, and said he would gladly pay a lot of money if I showed it to him! The rat! He should pay extra for that," Samina said in mocking disgust. "It's just as well that I don't have any panties to wear. I'm so wet right now that I'd just soak them anyhow. I will probably get a bad wet spot on my skirt though."
Just then Allan Spencer, the winning bidder, walked up. "Samina, I'll call you tomorrow to set up our date if that's OK?"
"That's fine Allan. We'll be home all day," Samina smiled at him.
The auctioneer interrupted our conversation with Allan. "First of all, ladies and gents, the board and I are delighted to announce that thanks to Helen, Bonnie, Jan, and Samina we have raised more than fifty one thousand dollars! So hopefully these lovely ladies will also be willing to help up out for the next auction as well. Now lets give them a big hand!”
Shortly after that the evening ended.
I guess I should explain what this Glen Creek Club sale is all about. It got started quite innocently just two years ago when several of the female members of the club, got together to form an informal social club amongst themselves. They had talked about a more typical garden club but many of them weren't interested in gardening. They found a broader common interest in doing various kinds of charity work. Taking an idea from a youth group that some of their kids were in they planned a 'slave auction' as their first fund-raiser. The women made themselves available to the highest bidder to do various household chores such as closet cleaning, washing windows, baby sitting, cooking etc. To that was added the idea of also collecting various items that members could bid on.
They had set a goal of ten thousand dollars for their first sale figuring that with thirty women they would need to get an average of just over three hundred dollars each for their services, along with the items they brought along for the auction. Unfortunately due to some absences and poor publicity they had only raised five thousand dollars when the sale was over. The auctioneer mentioned the shortfall and suggested that if any of the buyers wanted their slaves to do other things for them they could work it out between them and pay something extra for it.
Dale Eagan, a widower living in Glen Creek, had taken advantage of the sale to buy the services of Bonnie Wilson to do a good housecleaning. Everyone thinks that Dale bought Bonnie knowing of her reputation as a flirt and a bit of a showoff. There had been many times when Bonnie appeared around the neighborhood in outfits that displayed more of her robust body than they concealed. The day that Bonnie was to do her work was particularly warm so Bonnie dressed in a tight halter-top and rather short shorts. No one knows for sure how things got out of hand but Bonnie's story is that after Dale had watched her work for a while he offered to help make up the club's shortfall if she would do her work topless. Bonnie went along with this request and later agreed to work completely nude when he offered another hundred.
The story of how this came about, was narrated to me by Dale, and I think its worth reproducing here, as it does have a direct bearing on Samina's continuing development as a hotwife.
Bonnie's nudity caused them both to lose any remaining control and before the day was over Bonnie gave Dale a blowjob and then let him fuck her in return for his paying the entire difference. Dale was so satisfied that he even paid a hundred extra. He also readily agreed to keep the entire matter a secret.
Bonnie was very pleased with her fund-raising prowess and even bragged about it to her husband Jerry when she got home. Bonnie hadn't thought about how she might explain this windfall and when Jerry pressed her for an answer she confessed. This could have led to a major problem for them but the speculation was that Jerry had a guilty conscience because he had been banging his cute new secretary. Anyhow the issue soon blew over in the Wilson household.
Bonnie had also not thought of how she would explain to her club mates how she got this extra money from Dale. Finally she decided to fess up to Janet Quentin who was her next-door neighbor. There had been rumors in the neighborhood for years that Janet liked to give special tips to the newspaper boy, the pizza delivery man, the mail man and any other male who happened to come to the Quentin's door. Janet received the news with great interest and soon had passed it along to the club officers. They thought about it for a while and then called a special meeting.
"Ladies, I have some interesting news," Denise Longwood, the club president began. "First of all I am happy to report that we have reached and even exceeded our goal." After a buzz of excitement about that and some questions of how this had happened, Denise continued, "and I must also tell you that as we've all heard before, sex sells." A hush fell over the room.
"What do you mean by that?" Sue Johnson asked. "Surely no one did anything like that!"
"I'm afraid they did," Janet butted in. "Bonnie would you tell everyone what happened."
Bonnie had not come prepared to have the juicy details of her romp with Dale discussed in such a public way but now she had no choice. "Well, Dale Eagan paid me extra to do certain special things for him," she finally said after stumbling about trying to figure out how to tell her story.
"Oh thank god," Sue muttered. "I was afraid it involved Henry." Henry, her husband, had purchased the services of Janet. She was already suspicious about the two of them and this news had only increased her concern.
"No, Sue. It wasn't Henry...but not because he didn't try. He made a pass at me but I wouldn't think of doing something like that," Janet replied self-righteously.
"Well," Sue retorted, "Joe made a pass at me too but I didn't take him seriously." She was referring to Denise's husband.
A very frank discussion ensued and everyone soon realized that most of them had received suggestions about "other services" that their buyers wanted. Some of them such as Jerry, Bonnie's husband, had been pretty direct about it but none of the other women admitted to having acted on the requests. On the other hand none of them seemed to have been particularly distressed about having been asked.
"Ladies, the only conclusion that I can come to is what I said before. Sex sells," president Denise repeated. "I want to thank Bonnie for having broken the ice on this matter. I think it's pretty clear how we can really make some money. If you what I mean!" He winked at the ladies present.
After an hour of sometimes-heated discussion, the club agreed to change the nature of the 'slave sale.' Basically, any woman who volunteered to be auctioned had the choice offer 'other' services to the winner, in return for extra payment. Another sale was scheduled three months later and it was announced that there were no limits as to what services the buyer could request. It was never publicly acknowledged that this might include sex but everyone knew. Many of the original women would not agree, and left the club, but they did promise to keep the offer of 'extra' services secret.
By the time Samina and I joined the club, only 8 female members had agreed to offer the 'extra' services. And the other women who offered to be auctioned were not informed of that, and it was understood that they would not be expected to do anything other than normal cooking, cleaning, shopping etc. Samina was in this group of ladies.
The first two sales that followed were highly successful compared to the first. More than ten thousand dollars were raised for charity and there were no bad reactions from any of the buyers or the women who were offering the 'extra' services. An unwritten code developed which said that at the club meetings no one discussed what went on when the women spent the day with their buyers. As a result on the 8 women and their buyers knew what was really going on. In a small community like ours, that kind of discretion was essential to keep the scheme afloat, and I think everyone understood it.
Since the key to higher sales prices was more buyers Jennifer and Jack Doyle volunteered to help find more single men (or men who would come without their spouses). They so far had found six suitable candidates, and quietly informed them about the 8 women. The men jumped at the opportunity to have sex with them, and at the next auction, all records were broken by the funds raised. Those not in the know of the real situation pegged it to the enthusiasm that the auctions were generating and the desire of the club members to raise larger sums each time.
By this time Samina was well on her way to becoming a true, happy, slut wife. So if they ladies had approached her about offering 'extra' services, she might have actually accepted. But I think, given our background, they probably assumed that we would be scandalized by such a suggestion.
Going into the auction, Samina was quite worried that she may not get a good bid. This despite my repeated assurances that she would be a huge hit. The selection of the sari and the simple jewellery was a stroke of inspiration. To me she looked like an angel, I was sure that the people at the auction would see her as some exotic, eastern princess. I told her that I was sure she would get the highest bid! That seemed to make her feel a bit less tense,
Also, at the pre-auction meeting, Samina was overwhelmed by the encouragement she got from the other women, and number of men openly stated that they were very happy she had agreed to be auctioned because they wanted to bid on her. That boosted her ego and confidence immensely. For me those comments only served to reinforce just how much I enjoyed my wife being with other men, although, at the time I thought that there would be no sexual activity involved. Still it was very arousing for me to see Samina being so openly sought out by men.
Thus, Samina's hesitation was finally overcome, and she confirmed that she would be part of the auction. Even though, later she confided in me that she was still nervous as hell.
******
After the auction, I couldn't wait to get Samina home. We were both very turned on by the sale and this resulted in a great night of hotter sex than usual. Samina even seemed enthusiastic about fucking me. Something that had been getting rarer and rarer!
"Do you think I can satisfy Allan? I want him to think he got his money's worth!" She asked, sounding worried.
"Samina, he'll know he got a bargain when you're finished with him," I assured her. "Are you nervous about it?" I asked.
"Yes, very!" was her reply. "You know I've never had to worry about that before. I guess because he paid a lot of money, it's only fair that he expect tip top service, I hope he finds my cooking acceptable."
"Well I am sure he will. If not, I will gladly eat whatever you cook for him.” I tried to make light of the situation.
"Don't be that way! I'm serious. This guy paid a lot of money, for a day with me. I think I owe it to him to make sure that he get his money's worth! That is a lot of pressure.”Samina said seriously.
"But, Samina, are you looking forward to your date with Allan? If you are, then not only will you do a great job, you will enjoy yourself too. I is a great guy and I am sure he will not have unrealistic expectations.” I said.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. But still.... you know.... yeah I guess it will be fine." Samina sighed.
"I am sure it will be darling, don't worry, you are a great cook. And if you are worried about making sure I gets his money's worth, do some cleaning for him, offer to go shopping with him, anything like that which would be considered extra." It did not occur to either one of us that Samina should offer to sleep with I. Although a recent widower, he was after all a pillar of the community, and we did not want to risk him getting to know our lifestyle, nor did we think that he would make a pass at a married woman.
“Hmm, that's not a bad idea.” Samina said softly as she fell asleep in my arms.
Allan called the next day as he had promised. His 'date' with Samina was set for the following Saturday. He would pick her up around 9:00 am and would return her around 9:00 pm.. The terms of the Glen Creek sale were that the buyer had the services of the 'slave', for up 12 hours. I left them alone to finalize all the details.
Samina seemed overwhelmed when she realized the amount of time that she would be spending with Allan."Whatever will I do with him for so long?” She asked me.
"Maybe he wants you to wash windows," I joked.
"I guess you're right," she acknowledged. "And at least he agreed to let me cook for him, and maybe clean up a little too. I hope you will be keep yourself usefully occupied too."
"Oh I am sure I will be able to keep myself busy. A pity that Steve moved to Alaska, otherwise I would have asked him to join me.” I said.
"OK, that makes me feel better. But you know I feel nervous, even more so than I did the first time I had sex with another man, there is was just sex, here it's different. I have to find ways to keep the man entertained and not get bored with my company. I wish he had not paid so much money. I really don't want him to feel cheated.” Samina had an anguished look on her face.
“Don't worry darling,” I reassured her. “He won't!”
A week has never gone by so slowly. We were both like little kids waiting for summer vacation. Every day seemed to take forever. Samina suffered some misgivings during this time as well.
Thursday, Samina and Allan, talked again to reconfirm the date. he asked her to wear a sexy dress similar to the one that she wore the night of the auction. He said that he loved seeing her in traditional garb. Samina, did not think the request out of line, and agreed to it.
I helped Samina get ready Friday afternoon. She was a little nervous, but not as much as she had been earlier. She wore the same sari and blouse combination. She looked stunning and a little provocative. Her hairdresser had swirled her long red hair up on top of her head. I thought that I getting a bit of an eyeful of Samina's torso was probably not a bad idea, as he had earned that right by bidding so much for her.
"You look so beautiful, I am having a hard time from ripping off your clothes right no!" I said half seriously. "See what you've done to me?” I added as I pulled my very hard cock out of my pants.
"I think I can fix that," she replied sympathetically. Then she sat me down on the bed and gave me the best hand job I'd ever had, even though I was hoping for a blow job, but lately those were a very rare, precious commodity. It didn't take long for me to come. I soon shot a big hot load all over her arm and palm. She quickly cleaned if off with a tissue paper, before it could drip on and ruin her clothes.
"There you go, tiger," she said after cleaning herself. “That ought to hold you over until I return.”
"Yes, and be prepared! I want to clean you up with my tongue as soon as you get in the door!” I laughed.
“You've got a deal buster! My pussy loves getting massages from your tongue.” Samina smiled back. “Alas your cock is not as talented!” She said with a devilish smile, making my still naked, soft cock twitch, a fact that did not go unnoticed by her. That was the first time (and certainly not the last) that she had openly criticized my manhood, or lack there of!
“I'm sorry.” I said seriously.
“Oh don't worry, it can't be helped. But you make up for it in other ways, so I am happy.” Samina said contently blowing me a kiss, just as I rang our front door bell.
My heart was in my throat when Allan, picked her up. He gave a loud whistle of approval and said something which I found rather odd at the time. "You're going to be a big hit, Samina. A very big hit!"
"A hit with who?" I wondered as they drove away. "What has I got planned for my wife? Could it be.... ? No it can't!" I chided myself for having a dirty mind, there is no way I would try to take Samina to bed, he was too straight a guy to do anything of that sort.
I tried to keep busy that day, but visions of Samina getting fucked by I kept running through my mind. And soon the wait became almost unbearable, I counted the seconds tick by until her return from Allan's!
Samina, arrived home a few minutes after 9:00 pm. I met them in the driveway and opened the door for her. She was wearing the white blouse and denim skirt, that I had never seen her wear before. I was later informed that she had accompanied Allan, on a shopping expedition and he had insisted on thanking her by buying something nice for her, for all the help she gave him in making his own selections.
She kissed Allan goodbye. "It was quite an experience," she said to him. Then she turned to get out. As she did she opened her thighs and gave me a good view of her bare pussy. I could see cum dripping from it. Her skirt had a large wet spot.
“WOW!” I muttered to myself. “He really did get his money's worth from her, and what did she mean by 'it was quite and experience?”
"Oh, and by the way, I lost my panties somewhere in your house, I hope your house cleaner doesn't find them!" she said.
“Don't worry, I found them as we were leaving, they are now safely hidden!” I smiled and drove away.
"I love you." Said Samina to me, as we entered our house.
"I love you too. But what the hell happened to you?” I asked excitedly.
"I had a bit of a surprise today!" She began as we walked into the house. "And I was an exceptionally naughty wife!” She chuckled.
“Why, what happened, I mean I know he fucked you. But....” I smiled.
“Well, Umer, on the way to their house, he told me that he needed to get some shopping done for his sister's teenage daughters birthday was coming up and he wanted to get her something special. He asked if I would be willing to help out in selecting something. Of course I told him that I was more than happy to do so. And he took me to the mall, were we spent almost two hours, browsing, before finding something nice. At that point I insisted on getting me a thank you gift, and refused to listen to my protests that none was necessary!
“When we got to their house, he offered me a drink, which I finished rather quickly, and then I had another. About that time, the door bell rang and there were three men at the door. When I saw them all coming into the house I asked what was going on. He, then took me into the kitchen.”
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