Sold (Double Delights 1)

For part of our engagement present Kayla had given me her key to S. She said it was my place with H owning it, and she didn’t ever want me looking over my shoulder if I visited, thinking she might be there watching me. Well, her actual words had been, ‘If I saw you with your snatch out I’d vomit’, but I learned to speak fluent Kayla a long time ago.

Of course we saw each other at work too, but we rarely got time to chat there, always out trying to earn more commission.

Anyway, tonight, Brandon and I had received a special invitation from H to the club. It was our wedding present from him. He had said we could dress however we liked because he had ordered costumes for us. I was already excited. We had been in our regular ménage for just over a year now and it worked beautifully, once every two weeks. H and I were extremely fond of each other. I would go so far as to say we loved each other, but we weren’t in love. My confidence in the three-way had grown and I thought H intended to capitalise on that tonight. We would see if I was right…

**

The auction was about to begin. The emcee took the microphone and explained that a private bid had been entered for this evening and so the stage was sold. Then a gentleman walked up to our table and asked us to follow him. We walked through a side door, down a corridor and into a room that resembled a fitting room in a store. There were shelves of different clothes, but looking at them closely, they were costumes of different kinds.

“If you could stay in here to change, Mrs. Bailey, your outfit for the evening is in the white box.” He nodded towards a large, rectangular shaped white box which was wrapped in a black ribbon. “I will be back for you in about ten minutes, please enjoy the refreshments. Mr. Bailey, if you could follow me next door.”

Brandon kissed me on the mouth. “I’ll see you soon.”

I took a drink and looked at what was in the box. I lifted it up, walked to the chaise longue in the corner of the room and took a seat. I then untied the bow and removed the lid. I carefully pulled back white tissue paper to reveal a black wet look PVC bustier and matching panties. There was also a pair of what must be six inch stilettos in black patent. I would be lucky if I could walk down the corridor in them. H totally had a thing for sex with a woman in high heels. There was a note in the box asking for me to tie my hair back in a ponytail and a black band in the box to secure it. I walked over to a full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Having a fitness instructor husband agreed with me. My body was tanned from our honeymoon and toned from all the swimming we had done, plus the gym sessions I attended a couple of times each week, hitching a ride in with the hubby. It was hard to stay away when the instructor was so hot!

Finally ready, I poured myself a glass of the champagne on ice and nibbled on a couple of the strawberries on the silver platter at the side. I didn’t intend to eat much here as I was waiting for my main course on the stage.

There was a knock at the door. “Mrs. Bailey, are you ready?”

“I am.”

The gentleman came back in. To his credit he treated me as if I was fully dressed and asked me to follow him again. I thought we would be getting Brandon from his room as well, but apparently not. I walked very slowly and carefully down the corridor in the stupidly high heels and finally I was asked to climb a few steps where there was a side door. Apparently that would take me onto the stage.

“What about my husband?”

“The men are already on stage, Mrs. Bailey.” He pointed to a hook at the side of the door. “When your performance is finished, I will be waiting here with this robe for you and will escort you to the aftercare room.”

“After care?”

“Yes, it has a shower so you can freshen up. I will move your clothes there while you are on stage.”

“Thank you..?”

“Mitchell, Mrs. Bailey. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier.”

“Thank you, Mitchell. I’m Tiffany.”

He held open the door for me and I walked onto the stage.

**

The stage was bright but the audience were in muted tones of darkness, with the bar backlit at the rear. I thought I would be overwhelmed at everyone watching but it was hard to actually make out any of the faces. Anyway, I didn’t care. This was what I had been asking for, for a month or so now. To make it onto the stage at S and perform in front of everyone. I had asked for a smorgasbord of my deepest, darkest fantasies and that was my present, our present, from H.

On the stage was a bed. On the bed were red satin sheets, all the better to slip and slide across. The ultimate in a girl’s wet dream, yet far too impractical to actually make it onto my bed at home. Lying on that bed was my husband. He had a leather mask across his eyes and was wearing a leather thong. Sitting on a chair at the left hand side of the bed was H. Dressed in a suit.

“You’re late. Our entertainment was booked for midnight. What sort of a whore are you that doesn’t keep to time? If you charge by the hour, you need to arrive on the hour.” H barked.

“I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” I said in a quiet voice.

“Hmm, maybe we’ll send you back. Unless you can state why we shouldn’t?”

I had no clue as to what would happen on the stage, so I made it up as I went along. “Because I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? What do you think B?” He turned to Brandon.

Brandon sat up and leered at my body.

“She’s hot, let’s keep her. I had an idea for later.”