Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  I could hear the others laughing behind us as I walked, but I ignored them, more worried about figuring out what was happening than who was doing what at that moment. When we got into the bathroom, I slammed the door behind myself and gripped my wife by the shoulders. She looked up at me slightly bewildered, but I could tell she was hiding a smirk.

  “Okay, I give up,” I said. “I am asking the question.”

  “What question?”

  “The question that any normal person should be asking,” I said, shaking her slightly. “What in the hell is going on?”

  Jessica stood there perched in my hands for several minutes, just staring up at me. It was like she was trying to gather enough strength to answer my question, but no words were coming out of her. She looked me in the face and tried to muster a seriousness, but before she could escape whatever was going on in her head, she burst into a fit of giggles. I dropped my hands and stared at her, trying to figure out if she had lost her mind, or if it was me that had completely lost it. Maybe it was cabin fever.

  “Baby,” she said, controlling her laughter. “Kristin has always been crazy for as long as I have known her. Exhibition is just one of her things. She likes it when she gets caught fucking Jason. She likes when people watch her. It makes her even more aroused. Why do you think that she came as soon as she saw us? It’s like, her thing. Kind of like the people that like whips and chains, or the people that get off to feet sex. Only hers isn’t quite as disgusting. At least, I don’t think so.”

  “And how exactly do you know this?”

  “Really?” She raised her eyebrow at me and smirked. “Did you forget that Kristin and I were roommates almost entirely through your college career? We were even roommates when we had to live in the dorms our first year. In college, unfortunately, you learn a lot about the people you live with, especially people like Kristin who have no qualms about showing exactly who they are to anyone that is willing to stop and listen, or in Kristin’s case, watch. I got to see a lot of things about her, and it desensitized me to it, I guess.”

  “Does that mean you have seen Kristin have sex before?”

  She stood there for a second, obviously thinking about her answer before responding. She then abashedly nodded before looking away. Her cheeks were blushed, and I could tell she was having a hard time telling me this. I wasn’t sure why, though. She was never ashamed of anything she had done before. That was one of the things I loved about Jessica. She never apologized for the choices that she made, no matter what they were or how other people would look at her after finding out.

  I wasn’t sure how to react, and I turned away, running my hands through my hair. My wife had watched our friend having sex. Kristin, who I thought I knew pretty well, was into exhibitionism. I wasn’t sickened by it or angered by it. I was just having a really hard time wrapping my mind around it. Kristin was a gorgeous woman—that was no secret—but that smile and wink that she had given me had brought up all kinds of strange feelings inside of me. None of this, though, was Jessica’s fault. I had been pretty sheltered my entire life. I was raised in a rich, conservative household, taken to church every Sunday, and hadn’t even begun to explore my sexuality until I was in my second year of college. I didn’t watch porn, I didn’t look at nudie magazines, and sex was never a topic that was discussed in my family. It wasn’t like I didn’t like sex, or that I didn’t have an open mind about things, but I had never actually seen two other people having sex before, especially not in real life. I couldn’t tell if I was shocked or aroused by it all.

  Jessica took in a deep breath and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly. She laid her head on my shoulder and sat there, just comforting me, or whatever it was she thought she was accomplishing. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead.

  “Just calm down,” she whispered. “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just two people having sex. I think it’s so shocking to you because you know them, and you weren’t expecting to find that on the front porch.”

  Jessica leaned her body into me and then pulled back, looking down and then back up in my face. I realized that she noticed the huge boner in my pants, something I didn’t even realize I still had until that moment. There were so many things floating through my head that I couldn’t pinpoint an exact reason why I had become so aroused. Was it Kristin’s naked body? Was it the excitement of seeing her get fucked in the middle of the porch? Was it the fact that my wife had watched her have sex before? Whatever it was, my cock had decided it wanted more.

  Jessica looked up at me and locked her eyes with mine, stepping forward and quickly unzipping my pants. Her hands slipped into my boxers and grabbed on, pulling my cock and squeezing hard. She bit her bottom lip and started to stroke the shaft, her soft hands feeling so good against my skin.

  “What are you doing?”

  She didn’t answer, and instead, dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth. I wanted to tell her to stop, but it felt so damn good. She immediately thrust her head up and down, deep-throating my cock and sucking hard as her hand trailed behind her mouth. I groaned, pulling my hands over my head and feeling the sensation of her warm mouth traveling up and down my cock, her hand reaching up and cradling my warm balls. She moaned with my dick deep in her throat, her voice vibrating against every inch of my erection. I wanted it to last, but with all the buildup and the fact that I had never had my cock sucked like that, I was quickly losing control. I had always been able to fuck for a long time, but she knew exactly how to move her mouth on my dick.

  I reached down and grabbed the hair on her head and moaned loudly as she shoved her head down and stopped at the base of cock, her tongue moving around the shaft. I grunted and clenched my teeth, the orgasm taking over before I could stop it. My cock pulsated against her warm throat, and I exploded, blowing my seed down her throat in a glorious orgasmic finish.

  Chapter 11

  Kristin

  I watched as Austin grabbed Jessica and marched her off to the bathroom, but for some reason, I didn’t think it was for the same reason as the rest of us. I took off my coat and nodded at Amber and Matt. Jason walked in from the kitchen, removed his coat, and walked over to the table where all the glasses were sitting. The silence in the room was deafening, and the only thing that I could hear was the crackling of the fire and the sound of Scotch being poured into the glasses. Jason poured four shots into the glasses and recorked the bottle of Scotch before turning around and smiling at everyone. I smiled back at him and watched as he walked around, passing out the much-needed drinks. I looked down at my glass as I swirled the alcohol around, watching it coat the sides of the glass. I took a sip and swallowed hard, feeling the warmth go down my chest. I glanced up at everyone in the room and smiled to myself.

  I knew that Amber and Matt might be feeling a little awkward after what had happened. I walked over to Amber and linked my arm through hers and pulled her over onto the couch next me. She smiled shyly at me and looked down at her hand on her lap. This was not the same girl that had been open to so many things in the past, and I knew it had to do with Matt and his lack of knowledge. I looked up at Matt and smiled kindly, trying to ease the tension. I patted the spot on the couch beside me and crooked my finger at him, calling him over to sit down. Amber looked up at him and shook her head, smiling at him as he walked forward and sat down. He looked at her and then at me for a moment before staring off at the fire crackling in the fireplace. I looked up at Jason for support, and he smiled, nodding.

  Slowly, he made his way over to the couch and sat down on the other side of Amber, leaning back and crossing his leg over his knee. He sipped quietly on his drink, waiting for me to start talking. He always had such an amazing way of letting me work through my plans, even when it seemed like things were falling apart. I knew exactly what I was doing, though, and in order for it to work, I had to have his support.

  “I believe in being honest about the things in my life,
” I said, tapping Matt on the knee. “I am not in any way ashamed of my sexuality. In fact, I believe that being open about my sexuality is part of what makes me who I am. If you’ve known me for a long time, you know that I am comfortable in my own skin, just as much as I am comfortable with just about anyone around me. My sexuality is a measure of pride for me. I don’t know if you know this about Jason and me or not, but we are in an open relationship. We not only enjoy having sex with each other, especially since we have that emotional attachment, but we also enjoy sharing each other with other couples as well. It is a form of expression, an openness that I have never had with anyone else, and while some people may not be able to handle that kind of relationship, Jason and I have found that it brings us closer together in the end. Our sexuality is on many different levels.”

  I looked over at Amber, and her mouth dropped open for a minute. She looked at me and then pressed her lips tightly together, her mouth trying desperately to curve into a smile. Finally, she let go and started to giggle uncontrollable, shaking her head back and forth.

  “I should have known that.” She laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me, even a little bit. We just thought—”

  “That I had come in there and cheated on Jason?” I replied, smiling. “No, he was watching the whole time.”

  She stopped giggling and looked over at him, her cheeks rosy red. Oddly enough, it wasn’t like it was anything that Jason hadn’t seen before, but I could tell that Matt didn’t know that. I needed her to admit to her past for me to have any hopes at securing the future of this trip and the amount of fun that I knew we could all have together.

  “Jason and I trust each other,” I said with a shrug. “And above all, we are always one hundred percent honest with each other, no matter what. We don’t have secrets from each other, and that alone makes our relationship so much stronger than most of the people we know back home.”

  I looked over at Matt and realized that he was listening with extreme interest. I could tell that he knew absolutely nothing about what had happened between us all in college, not even Amber and Jason’s sexual relationship. We were roommates, and as far as Matt knew, that was as far as it went. I couldn’t imagine going my whole relationship and not being honest with Jason about something like that. I knew that our sexual encounters had changed the way that Amber looked at her own sexuality, which obviously affected her relationship with Matt. It was in that moment that I decided to see if I could get Amber to open up about her past, for her own good and for the good of the group. If I could get Amber and Matt on board, this weekend would go a lot differently than it had started. I knew that if I could convince them to be part of this amazing sexual attraction that was going on, it would only be a matter of time before Jessica and Austin folded along with them, if Austin could knock the shock out of his brain for two seconds.

  When planning this ski weekend, I had decided that I was going to convince the entire group to open up and start swinging with Jason and myself. Jason thought I was insane, believing that too much time had passed for me to get them to come into the lifestyle, but I knew differently. As soon as I saw the lust in Amber’s eyes at the hotel, I knew that this wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought it was going to be. I had already been with Jessica and Amber, and I knew that they were very passionate women who were turned on by situations like that. I had seen both of them in situations where they were sharing themselves with me and Jason, even before Jason and I were a serious couple. I trusted them both, and so did Jason, which was really important in that situation.

  Men, well, men were all the same, and I didn’t have any doubt in my mind that I could convince them to get on board with this. Men were sexual creatures by nature, and the thought of watching their woman be pleased was in their blood. All they had to get through was the jealousy part, and they would be just fine. Jealousy was just a learned trait, a feeling of ownership, but in reality, no one could own these two women. They were too strong in themselves for that. The biggest problem with it came down to dishonesty. When you are dishonest with your spouse, it brings up all kinds of bad feelings and jealousies, especially when it came to opening up sexually with other people. My entire plan hinged on Amber and Jessica being honest about what happened between the four of us in college. They needed to be honest with Matt and Austin that we had all enjoyed each other in many different ways.

  “What do you think, Amber?” I leaned in and nuzzled my nose into Amber’s neck, smelling the sweet smell of her perfume. “Do you think I’m right about absolute honesty being crucial to a relationship? I mean, you are married, and you two seem to be incredibly happy. You must have thoughts on how important these things are in order to keep a relationship together and successful. Well, at least, I am assuming that you do. Maybe you two just got incredibly lucky.”

  Amber shifted in her seat uncomfortably, glancing over at Matt and then straight ahead into the fire again. I reached up and pushed the hair from her face, seeing her cheeks start to heat. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, and I could tell she was thinking about what I was saying. It was really starting to get to her that she hadn’t told Matt the truth. Amber had always been the innocent, Midwesterner of our group, while at the same time, throwing herself enthusiastically into whatever situation that she found herself in. It just took letting her open herself up and push through whatever hesitation that she had. Most of the time, they were rooted in fear, and that was easy to overcome when you felt safe with the people around you.

  I didn’t have time to sit around and wait for her to inch her way through the hesitation, though, especially with the storm blowing over and me knowing that if we left here without her breaking through, I wouldn’t have the chance to do what I wanted to do. Jason cleared his throat, trying to tell me to move on, but once I made up mind, I was going to be in it until I saw my plan through. I was determined to make this the best weekend ever and help my friends break free of these restraints that were holding them back.

  “Hey, weren’t you a Forest Friend when you were a kid?” I whispered into Amber’s ear. “Isn’t their motto, ‘Honesty, Integrity, Respect?’ I remember you telling me about that one night when we were laying there, watching television. I thought it was incredibly touching.”

  I knew that I was laying it on thick, pulling out things from her childhood, but I knew it was going to take something big to really pull her out of her hesitation. I knew that it was hard to admit when you had held something back, but I also knew how good Amber would feel once she had just let it all go and freed herself from the lie.

  “Okay,” Amber cried out, pulling her arm away in irritation. “Matt, I have to tell you something that I had never told you before.”

  “All right,” he said, leaning forward and reaching for her hand. “You can tell me anything, baby.”

  “When I was in college, Jason, Jessica, and Kristin were my roommates,” she said with a big sigh. “That you knew. What you don’t know is that while we lived together, up to the point at which I met you, we were all sleeping together on a regular basis. I’m sorry that I never told you. I didn’t want to make a big thing out it and possibly ruin our relationship. We all used to have sex together, and I was afraid of what you would think of me if you found that out.”

  Matt sat there quietly, but I could feel a weight lift right off Amber’s shoulders. I reached down, grasped her hand tightly, and laid my head on her shoulder. She leaned into me, showing me she was glad that someone had finally pushed her to get that off her chest.

  Chapter 12

  Matt

  I didn’t know how I felt about my wife’s sudden admission about her past. It was something that I hadn’t seen coming in any way, not even in my wildest dreams or darkest thoughts. My wife had always been this sweet and kind girl, with a wild streak just for me in the bedroom. This entire day had thrown me for a loop, and my head was starting to spin.

  First, Kristin had walked in on us having sex and put her hands on Amber, pushing
her over the edge in ecstasy. That alone made me feel like a madman. Then, I find out that Amber, Kristin, Jessica, and Jason used to sleep together. Saying it out loud didn’t make it feel any more real, and I just kept thinking about how I had no idea that information like this was coming at me. I had known that my wife had been close with her roommates. She had talked about them the entire time that I knew her, but never in the way that she had just revealed. I was picturing something like an episode of Friends, not a scene from some crazy porno. I had never suspected, not even for a second, that Amber had slept with any of them, even Jason, who always looked at her a certain way that would have made any other guy feel uncomfortable. For some reason, though, I never really thought about it, figuring he was like a brother to Amber, not an ex-lover.

  “So, wait,” I said, putting up my hands. “I want to just get this all straight in my head.”

  “Okay,” she said carefully.

  “When you were in college, living in that apartment, you were having sex with Kristin?”

  I looked over at her, and she paused for a moment before nodding. A strange sensation went through me, and I wasn’t sure whether I should be impressed, angry, or turned on. Part of me was feeling all of those feelings, all at once, and that was already driving me crazy.

  “Okay, so you were sleeping with Kristin when you lived there,” I repeated. “And you were sleeping with Jessica when she moved in?”