PTA Auction Events in Chapter 2
California was quite the change. My job was great, yet I didn't have much time to hang out with my coworkers because I prioritized being there for Lucy.
Her transition, however, was a bit more challenging. She loved her new school, but the expectations were high. Although it was just middle school, the parents were already pushing their children towards prestigious universities. The fact that her new teacher was only 25 and fresh from Iowa caused some concerns among a few families. Lucy felt that she had to prove herself, so she spent most evenings at home preparing for her classes and responding to parent emails.
I handled the household chores and took care of our small apartment. When we lived in the Midwest, we had discussed having kids; our house was certainly large enough. But I couldn't imagine our California condo having enough room for a new baby. However, we would figure it out eventually.
Before long, Lucy started earning a positive reputation amongst the parents and students. She formed a yarn-bombing club with a couple of seventh-grade girls and helped a group of socially awkward boys bond together while watching anime shows in her room during lunchtime.
The event that contributed significantly to Lucy's acceptance was meeting Connie, the president of the PTA. A Korean-American woman, Connie was a typical "Tiger Mom" and had a daughter in Lucy's class. Connie's daughter adored Lucy immensely, so naturally Connie did as well.
Connie's husband was a hedge fund manager, and the family was very wealthy. My salary barely registered on their financial spreadsheet.
Connie often called Lucy in the evenings to discuss concerns about her daughter. At first, I felt uncomfortable with her demanding so much of Lucy's time, but Lucy assured me it was part of the job, and Connie was always appreciative. Every now and then, they'd send us gift certificates to five-star restaurants or bottles of wine as thank you gifts.
A notable event at the school was the annual fundraising silent auction. This is a night where folks indulge in cocktails and bid on various items; most schools have something like this with cheaper items like a spa day, etc. At Lucy's school, the items were more like "Play a private game of HORSE with Stephen Curry" or "A week's getaway at our private beach house in Maui."
Knowing there wouldn't be anything I could bid on, I expected Lucy to attend and support her. So, I slipped into my work suit and tie, and in the kitchen, I had a beer before Lucy got ready.
Lucy emerged from the bathroom in a beautiful blue dress that didn't show too much but just the right amount of her breasts. Her hair was up in a loose bun. The dress had a skirt that ended at her knees. She did a little twirl in her heels.
"How do I look?" she asked, teasingly exposing her behind.
"Wow," I breathed. "You look magnificent. I bet every dad there wants to screw you tonight."
"They might," she mused. "But you're the only one who gets to."
I walked over to her and slowly pulled up her skirt past her hips. Then I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her panties.
"Do it slowly," she directed. "Appreciate every inch revealed."
I followed orders, enjoying my view of her snow-white ass in stark contrast to the dark silk panties sliding along her skin.
I leaned in and kissed each cheek, and then spread them apart to expose her small but impeccably formed anus.
A quick note about Lucy... I've mentioned how much I love her derriere, but she's usually off-limits. She does allow a little ass play occasionally when she's really turned on, but anal has been completely out of the question. Lucy says it just isn't her thing.
I planted a quick kiss on her rosebud and got smacked away.
"Ouch!" she protested playfully. "Be careful, babe!"
She adjusted her skirt, and once presentable again, we left for the auction.
Arriving at the auction, Lucy found herself surrounded by a bunch of parents, mostly friends of Connie's. As expected, she was getting a lot of attention from the dads. Two guys had her engrossed in conversations about middle school education and the social studies reading list; I could see one of them sneaking glances at her cleavage as she animatedly shared her thoughts.
Connie stepped up to greet us. She placed her hand on my arm and took me aside. "I know we've taken up a lot of your wife's time, and I just want to thank you for your support. Lucy's told me how wonderful you've been."
"She seems very happy here," I said.
"That's great," Connie smiled. "We want you both to be happy."
A waitress circulated with a drink tray. Connie popped a bottle of bubbly and handed one to me. I thanked her and took a sip.
During the event, I watched Lucy chat with several dads, one particularly enamored by her knowledge of middle school pedagogy and the social studies reading list, giving him glimpses of her cleavage every time she spoke enthusiastically.
Connie pulled me aside again. "I know you're not bidding on anything tonight, but I wanted to tell you how much we value your support for her."
"She's surely enjoying herself," I smiled back.
"We want you both happy," Connie repeated, with a bit of warmth.
A server appeared with a drink tray. Connie selected two glasses for us and handed one to me. I thanked her and took a sip.
Party continued...
I looked at Connie's cleavage and caught a glimpse of her lilac bra through the opening of her dress. Connie stood a couple inches taller than Lucy, with a larger bust. I thought about all the dads who'd been peeking down Lucy's front during the party, so I couldn't resist checking out Connie's cleavage.
Lucy was deep in conversation with some parents, and plenty of them were offering her drinks (mostly dads, once again). Her cheeks were starting to flush from all the attention.
I strolled over to the auction table, and just like I'd expected, none of the items were within our budget. One caught my eye, though – a simple card with "Mystery Masquerade (IYKYK)" written on it. No one had bid on it yet, so on a whim, I decided to write $200. It was a stretch, but I figured Lucy would appreciate it – the money was going to the school, after all.
Time passed as Lucy continued to flirt with the parents. People were offering her drinks (mostly dads, once again) and she was clearly getting drunk, probably more drunk than she realized.
Connie and her husband, Dan, arrived. Dan was tall, fit, and oozed money. He made me feel a little inadequate, honestly. But he was friendly enough.
"Connie says you work for Tamalpais Design," Dan said as he shook my hand. "Roger Flynn is a golf buddy of mine – we should all play sometime." Roger Flynn was the founder of the company I worked for, but he wouldn't recall me among the thousands of coders.
Lucy linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder. "Tom's an incredible asset to the company," she gushed. I could tell she was getting pretty drunk. She was seeing Dan as some kind of movie star.
"A positive, supportive spouse is the best thing in the world," Dan said before giving Connie's hand a squeeze. Lucy stared at him for awhile, then realized where she was.
"I'm so sorry," Lucy slurred. "I think I need to go to the ladies' room."
"I'll come with you," Connie replied. "We both could use a break."
Dan excused himself to chat with the other influential people in attendance, mentioning the golf invitation. "Let's do that soon, and I'd love to invite both of you over for dinner," he said.
I returned to the auction table to see what was happening with the Mystery Masquerade auction. I couldn't believe my eyes – besides mine, the lowest bid was $5,000. The majority of the bids were in the tens of thousands. Holy shit!
It seemed like Connie and Lucy had been in the bathroom for ages, so I went looking for them. I spotted them in the hallway, giggling. Connie saw me first and winked at me. "Here's your husband now," she said, giving Lucy a nudge towards me.
"I love you so much," Lucy blurred out, falling into a drunken hug.
"It's time for you to take her home," Connie told me. She winked again. "Have a great rest of your night."
Lucy seemed distracted on the way home. I asked if she was feeling okay, and she assured me she was. She just needed to unwind from the party a little.
Then she turned to me and said, "Let's sixty-nine when we get home. I want to come in your mouth while sucking your dick."
We arrived home in record time. I guided Lucy through the front door and into the bedroom, tossing away clothes along the way.
We fumbled each other's bodies as we made it to the bed. I lay down while Lucy straddled me, her legs bent, her pussy above my face. She leaned forward and took my shaft in her hands, licking it gently.
I kissed her inner thighs while exploring her pussy with a finger, moving it along from her anus to her clit. She pressed her pelvis down.
"Suck on it," she commanded as she licked my dick. "Suck on my clit."
I lifted my hips. "And you, do it too," I said. "Suck my cock with your mouth."
"Am I your slut?" she moaned.
"Yes, you are. You're my mouth-loving, slutty middle school teacher."
"Mm-hm," she moaned, taking me completely into her mouth and using her tongue to stroke me.
That was my cue – I pushed her legs apart and buried my tongue in her warm pussy. I could smell her arousal on her, even though she'd taken a shower before the party.
My penis was buried deep in her mouth, and my tongue delved deep into her vagina. Her fingers were caressing my testicles while I explored her clit. Her shaking signals were apparent, and I could also sense my own impending climax.
I quickly took my mouth away from hers for a second. "You're about to make me orgasm, sweetheart," I whispered. "Please keep on doing exactly what you're doing."
"Don't stop, please!" she pleaded hoarsely, and I pushed my tongue deeper into her vagina than ever before. It was hot, slightly acidic, and incredibly arousing. As I frantically stimulated her clitoris, she closed her thighs together with a long, loud moan.
She swallowed my penis all the way to the root, then sucked strongly as my penis started ejaculating into her. She gulped down all of the cum, cleaning off the excess with her tongue. We then cuddled together for a while until Lucy eventually got up to use the restroom.
I glanced at my phone on the nightstand. There was an unrecognized missed call. I pressed the voicemail button.
"Tom, this is Connie. I noticed you bid on my event at the auction. I'm sorry you didn't win. It's a sought-after item – and a time-honored custom among several of us at the school. But I wanted to inform you that Dan and I would gladly make a place for you and Lucy. I'll provide the details shortly. Take care, and my best to your dazzling wife."
I put the phone back and listened to Lucy wash up. A Mystery Masquerade? A school tradition? What was everything about? I was undeniably curious.
