The Auction - Pt. 01 - Ken

The Auction - Part 1 - Ken

Author's note - this story was inspired by and written for Alice. All characters in this story are above 25 years old.

"Ken", Ping said over a plate of mie goreng, "I finally got my wife to agree to an idea that I've been thinking about for a long time." Ping is a colleague at work and we had gone to lunch together at a restaurant near our office. I had known Ping for about 3 years and we had made a few business trips abroad together. One trip was especially memorable - when we were entertaining some Japanese clients in Macao. It was five days of golf and gambling and our last night together there with them was a big blowout. After dinner we took them to a strip club. Each of our clients had a girl and both Ping and I had girls also. It was a night of debauchery. I don't think that Ping had ever done anything like that before but after that trip he would sometimes ask me to go with him on "business trips" to Hong Kong which were not for business at all - Ping just loved going to strip clubs, getting drunk and buying prostitutes. Ping continued, "Don't tell anyone else. This is just for you and a few other select people. My wife Alice has agreed to be auctioned off for a weekend. For 48 hours, from 5pm Friday until 5pm Sunday, Alice will belong to the highest bidder."

'What?' I thought to myself. Did I just hear Ping say that he was going to auction off his wife for a weekend? I had seen Alice a couple of times at the office New Year's Eve parties. She is a trim, attractive woman with what looked like to me an athletic, slim body, but I recalled she was a conservative dresser and never wore anything too revealing to those parties. When I thought of her, she seemed to me to be an attractive, young, Malaysian wife. I had been around Ping long enough to know that he had a wild side, so now I wondered if his wife Alice also had a wild side? If she agreed to be auctioned for a weekend, she must. "Ping", I replied, "Really? That's pretty wild. Have you and Alice ever done anything like this before?"

Ping said, "Not really. Alice and I have kind of an unusual marriage. I love Alice but I noticed that I always got hard when I saw another man look at her admiringly, like he wanted to fuck her. I know it's a little weird but later I found out there are a lot of guys like this so I don't feel bad about it anymore. And Alice is a great wife. She understands. She didn't want to do it at first, but after awhile she allowed me to take naked photos of her and post them. I always got really hot when I would read the things that guys wanted to do to her. One thing led to another and now sometimes we have a guy fuck her while I watch. I know it sounds a little crazy, but it always gets me super-hot and turned on".

'Holy shit!' I thought! Alice is a fucking hotwife!! I couldn't believe it, but here was her husband, Ping, telling me that this is true. I said, "OK Ping, it sounds like Alice is OK with this. Aiya, you watch other guys fuck her? That's wild, man. Listen, would it be OK if I told my wife about this? Maybe she will want to be a hotwife too."

Ping thought for a couple of seconds and answered, "OK, this should be OK. But you can tell only your wife. Nobody else. Promise?"

"I promise", I replied. "OK, tell me how this auction thing is going to work." Ping told me that he was going to set up a special website for the auction and he would send invitation links to the people invited to the auction.

That night when I returned home after work I told my wife, Ava, about my lunchtime conversation with Ping. "What?!" she exclaimed, "he's auctioning off a weekend with his wife?? Oh my God! He is serious about this?" I responded that yes, he appeared to be very serious and said that Alice, his wife, had agreed. Ava paused for a second and said, "Alice. Alice. Let's see... we met Alice at last year's New Year's party, didn't we Ken? She had on a black dress and pearls. Trim body. Pretty face. She was very attractive and she has good taste in clothing and jewelry. Ken darling, forward me that link when you receive it. Oh my God, I'm so curious how all this is going to work".

I checked my phone. Ping had sent the link about 30 minutes before. "OK dear, I just forwarded it to you" I said after pressing the forward button and didn't think anymore about it.

The auction started at 9pm on Thursday and would end by 9:30. I logged on at 8:55 in my home office. Ava wasn't home; she said she was going out with a friend. In the website that Ping had built persons could place bids for the weekend with Alice. The rules were as follows. 1) The highest bidder gets Alice from Friday 5pm until Sunday at 5pm. That person will be Alice's Master for that time. Alice must obey the Master but the Master cannot physically harm her or cause pain to her. 2)Master must provide her with three meals a day and a comfortable place to rest and sleep. 3) Master cannot alter her appearance by cutting her hair or making her get a tattoo or a piercing. 4)BDSM is permissible as long as it doesn't cause injury or excessive pain. 5)Any violation of the previous 4 rules causes the deal to be voided and Alice can immediately leave. Bidding would start at $400 and proceed in increments of $20 for the first ten minutes. After that bids in increments of $10 could be placed. If 2 minutes went by without a bid, the auctioneer would begin the process of going once, going twice, and sold.

When the clock ticked over to 9:00, a screen appeared that announced that the auction had begun. Immediately I saw that person C had bid $200 and soon after that came person F at $420 and person B bid $440. I typed in $460 and saw my bid was received. I was person D. My top bid did not last long. Person A - $480. Person I - $500. Person J - $560. Oh! That bid lasted a minute or two, then person E bid $600. I typed in $620 and saw that I, person D, was the leader. The seconds seemed like minutes and I sat transfixed by the screen wondering if my bid might be high enough to be the winner. I had told Ava that I wanted to compete in the auction and although she did not say that I could, she also did not say that I could not. Person G bid $640 and my high bid evaporated. Person J bid $700. Oh my gosh! This weekend with Alice was not going to come cheap to the winner. The clock ticked to 10 minutes and person C bid $710. Person E bid $720. J bid $750. I thought person J always bids higher than the increment required. I thought that person J might be the biggest competitor. I thought I will try that also and bid $780. The pace of the bidding had slowed down considerably. Persons A, B, F and I had not placed bids after their initial bid. I waited and held my breath. Person C bid $800. I waited a minute and bid $810. After my high bid appeared on the screen I wondered how high I could go. I had not discussed that with Ava. If I spent too much to win this auction there might be trouble. I made a mental note - I could go to $900 but no higher. I don't know why I chose $900 as the magic number, but I did. Person J bid $850. Wow, person J was really aggressive. I waited to see if person C, E or G might counter. Or maybe one of the previous bidders was just waiting for the opportune moment. We were 18 minutes into the auction now. I watched the clock. It had been 90 seconds since person J's $850 bid. I typed in $860. I was now the leader! A minute later person J bid $880. I went ahead and bid $900 hoping that would be enough. That would be my last bid. I could barely breathe. I stared at the screen hoping that $900 would break the back of the other bidders. I was still worried about person J. I thought J would likely come back with another strong bid. 95 seconds...110 seconds... I was still in the lead. 2 minutes and the auctioneer typed in "$900 to person D going once.... going twice..." Then a bid of $950 came in from person H. Person H? They had not bid at all until now! Crap! I had said that $900 was my limit. I was out. So now I was reduced to being a spectator. The high bid was $950 by person H. One minute. 90 seconds. 110 seconds. I thought that person J would probably jump in again. At two minutes the auctioneer typed in "$950 to person H going once.... going twice.... SOLD to person H for $950. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you, the auction has concluded". Crap! I was only $50 away from winning, but I thought it was probably best that I didn't win since I hadn't really discussed it with Ava, and $950 was a lot of money.

I turned on the TV and started watching a football game I had recorded. Not long later Ava came home. "Ken, was the auction tonight? How did you do?"

I responded, "I came close but I wasn't the winner. Somebody outbid me by $50. It's OK. It was fun to compete."

Ava opened the refrigerator to put some fruit in it and with her back to me said, "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm a little tired tonight, so I'm going to shower and turn in." She walked over to me, kissed me, said "Goodnight love" and walked toward the bedroom.