In the end, they discharged their imagination. Everything seemed to be perfected: frank flirting, semi-legal betrayals, dancing in the nude, playing cards for striping ... A sense of permissiveness and a pranksity.

I wanted to try something new, unusual.

It was decided to bring another weekend to Oleg. Gathered sluggishly and reluctantly. More out of habit than at will. By eight o'clock in the evening, having loaded themselves with aperitifs, everyone came together in the living room, occasionally exchanging meaningless phrases.

Natasha, who unexpectedly exclaimed for everyone:

- I offer an auction!

The silence was a clear sign of attention.

“The men present here,” Natasha continued recklessly, “can display their wives as a commodity.”

The rest are bidding. Whoever offers more will be the full owner of a woman for the next hour!

The lively rumble of voices that followed Natasha’s unusual proposal indicated that it intrigued those present.

- And who will conduct the auction? - there was someone's question.

- Spouse put up for auction! - boldly suggested by some of the guests.

A nasty choir of voices in which it was possible to make out individual words - “ingeniously”, “I agree!”, “Great!” - confirmed that the idea had fallen on fertile soil.

- Who will be the first to set? - Some impatient question rang out.

- And even me! - Natasha shook her hair loose. - Are you ready, Sasha? - She turned to her husband - a pretty loaded 40-year-old brunette with alcohol, indifferently beheld the tips of his shoes.

- Oh yes, dear! - He readily responded.

Preparation for the auction took no more than two minutes. A coffee table was set at one end of the living room, hoisting an improvised gong on it: a crystal glass and a silver spoon. Chairs and chairs moved to the opposite end of the room, thus forming a stage and an auditorium. Obedient Sasha is located on the ottoman next to the gong, Natasha herself stood beside.

- What is the starting price! - excitedly shouted someone.

- One hundred dollars! - growled Sasha. “One hundred dollars, gentlemen,” he repeated clearly, clearly entering the role.

- One hundred and twenty! Shouted someone's baritone.

In the ranks of bargaining there was a slight confusion.

“We buy a cat in a bag,” lifting up, exclaimed Vasily, the well-known hook-maker and pedant.

- What do you suggest? - Sasha asked.

- It is necessary to remove the packaging from the goods! - Vasily impudently answered under an approving hum in the hall.

“This is fair,” Sasha agreed.

- Perhaps! - Natasha nodded and in front of everyone began to calmly undress.

Society has long been accustomed to her extravagant antics, and yet, when she with some challenge took off her bra and panties, they all fell silent. She tried to take a graceful pose, slightly spreading her legs and putting one of them forward. Her luxurious body, proposed for public viewing, clearly promised the buyer a lot of pleasure.

“And the most important thing,” Vasily again interjected, “let him spread her legs wider and turn her back to us.” After all, we are not going to simply contemplate it as a showcase, but for our hard-earned money we intend to use it from the heart.

- Right! Right! - Discreet voices were heard from both men and women. And Natasha had to obey.

- Bend down deeper, dear, - sarcastic female voice sounded, - and spread your fingers apart the entrance so that we can judge your merits in full.

Apparently, Natasha did not expect to fall into such a delicate situation. She blushed, hastily fulfilled the request, apparently fearing that someone else would gladly force her to do this and obediently stood in a picture pose.

- It is unlikely that among those present there will be a stallion capable of satisfying this mare! - there was the same sarcastic voice.

This comment caused lustful chuckles.

However, in spite of everything, the auction continued and Natasha, not without universal regret, was allowed to turn to face the audience.

- One hundred and twenty. Who is bigger? - Sasha continued trading in an even voice. - One hundred and twenty - times! - he repeated impassively ...

- Two hundred! - falsetto cried out someone.

- Two hundred dollars - times! - began Sasha.

“Two hundred and fifty,” dumbly spread over the rows.

Bidding clearly seized those present. Flashing her eyes, Natasha looked around the hall. She was something to be proud of: rather quickly the amount grew to a very impressive size - four hundred dollars. And when it seemed that Vasily, who named the last sum, would be the lucky winner of the woman, his wife Inga fearlessly left:

- One thousand dollars!

Everyone was amazed.

- This is love! - someone whistled. - Buy pleasure for her husband for a thousand bucks?

“I buy it for myself,” Inga replied coldly.

No one expected such a turn, including Natasha herself. She was clearly confused.

In the meantime, Inga opened the door to the next room and, with an expression of a winner, had a strong command:

- Here, darling, and live!

Natasha mingled and obediently followed Inga, circling those present with a swept away look.

When the door closed behind the ladies, and the snapped bolt testified to Ingin’s seriousness, someone philosophically spoke:

- Lesbos!

All involuntarily turned to Basil. He shrugged, puzzled, and muttered:

- I never noticed her such inclinations!

Men and women who remained in the living room, unwittingly listened to what is happening in the next room. Sasha nervously inhaled his cigarette, occasionally casting restless glances at the locked door. After a while, the quiet silence broke the silence. They grew louder and more voluptuous, although it was felt that they were trying to restrain them.

- More more! - all recognized the voice of Natasha. - So, yes, deeper! She asked passionately.

The men leaped from their seats and rushed to the door, but to their great disappointment in the keyhole, the key was sticking out from the other side. Natasha's sharp exclamations grew louder and it was already impossible to make out if she was saying something or if one continuous sweet moan escaped from her throat. It was clear to those who heard him that an animal, uncontrollable consciousness, was seizing her. At that moment, unexpectedly for all, the door opened wide and Inga appeared on the threshold with a sardonic smile on her lips. Natasha's voluptuous cries continued to be heard behind her. Everyone rushed, pushing each other, into the room, but they barely saw Natasha — they stood still, stunned. She stood on all fours, in a provocatively erotic pose. A very original construction was attached to her on high nickel-plated legs, fastened to her thighs with thin suede straps - apparently so that she could not free herself. An impressive size artificial phallus rhythmically moved in the lap of Natalie.

Inga approached the apparatus and smoothly moved some kind of lever. The piston moved much more slowly. Natasha recovered a little and only then noticed that the room was filled with people. Thick paint of shame flooded her face and neck. She tried to turn away, but from all sides lustful and mocking glances were directed at her.

“This wonderful car was sent to me by a friend from Germany,” Inga began to explain efficiently. - This lever can bring the frequency of strikes to an incredible amount, and here is a set of different nozzles. I started with an average size, and then switched to a larger caliber, and now I want to try this one - she pulled out a nozzle as large as a purebred stallion's tool. Who wants to attend a rare spectacle - pays five hundred dollars. The rest I ask to leave!

Inga stopped the device and busily took up the replacement of the nozzle. Those present climbed behind their wallets, not a single person left.

- Inga, I beg you, do not! - Natasha begged in a weak voice, - Let everyone go out, do not put me to ridicule.

- Should I cover the costs! - Inga answered dryly and smoothly launched the device, slowly increasing the depth of penetration.

Judging by the fact that Natasha bit her lip, but the moan broke out of her chest, the attachment was irresistible. Inga increased the frequency of blows and Natasha huddled in a hysterical orgasm.

Inga kept pressing down on the lever. And now the piston flickered with incredible speed. The moans of Natasha turned into sweet sobs, the audience circle closed over her, numerous bets were made in a whisper, and one of the guests turned to Vasily with undisguised envy:

“I didn’t suspect such a commercial talent for your wife, old man.” In my opinion, in the last hour she turned one of the most successful financial transactions in the history of the club!