OOC: Andrew Foxton, mid thirties, married, brown hair, blue eyes, still in pretty good shape. Enjoys all sorts of sexual fantasies, but is reluctant to explore them with (or without) his wife.
IC: It was all my wife's fault. She had been roped in to help out with a fundraising drive by the local hospital, and had been pretty busy with it all. With her already busy schedule, this meant I was seeing less and less of her, and I was getting frustrated - in more ways than one. I found myself spending evenings alone, occasionally surfing the Internet and indulging my fantasies (at least in the sense of allowing myself to fantasise).
Then one evening, she told me that the committee had decided to hold a bachelor auction, as their final fundraiser and would I be prepared to be in it. I pointed out that I wasn't actually a bachelor, but refrained from pointing out that it sometimes felt that way. She laughed and told me that it was just called a bachelor auction and that the men didn't actually have to be bachelors. I figured that if I agreed at least I would get to see some more of her for that evening, so I said yes.
I didn't really think much more about it, until a couple of days before the auction when Becky (my wife) asked me what I was going to wear. I replied that I hadn't thought about it. What did she think would be suitable?
"I was thinking you should go in those Dockers with that cute polo neck sweater. You look really sexy in that outfit."
"I wouldn't have thought that you'd want me to look sexy!" I smiled.
"Oh, you know, it's just for fun, and I really want us to raise money. I'm not trying to sell you off!"
The evening of the auction arrived, and attired as requested, I showed up at the hall for the auction. I recognised a few of the other husbands there along with a couple of young single guys who I knew would raise the biggest bids. We all waited in the wings as we were called up and the bidding went on. I guess the deal was that we'd be at the beck and call of our buyer for the following Saturday. I imagined we'd probably have to mow lawns, or fix stuff around the house for a couple of hours.
Finally I was called up to the stage. I walked on and jokingly did a couple of twirls, and strutted around like I was some kind of male model. I got some appreceiative wolf whistles and cat calls from the audience. Looking out across the audience, I realised I knew half the people there. There were a lot of my wife's friends there, as well as a number of other women I'd seen around. Now I was up here, I was kind of nervous. I hoped I didn't go too cheaply.
Connie, who I knew was on the fundraising committe with Becky, quieted the crowd.
"Now ladies. What am I bid for this fine figure of a man?"
IC: It was all my wife's fault. She had been roped in to help out with a fundraising drive by the local hospital, and had been pretty busy with it all. With her already busy schedule, this meant I was seeing less and less of her, and I was getting frustrated - in more ways than one. I found myself spending evenings alone, occasionally surfing the Internet and indulging my fantasies (at least in the sense of allowing myself to fantasise).
Then one evening, she told me that the committee had decided to hold a bachelor auction, as their final fundraiser and would I be prepared to be in it. I pointed out that I wasn't actually a bachelor, but refrained from pointing out that it sometimes felt that way. She laughed and told me that it was just called a bachelor auction and that the men didn't actually have to be bachelors. I figured that if I agreed at least I would get to see some more of her for that evening, so I said yes.
I didn't really think much more about it, until a couple of days before the auction when Becky (my wife) asked me what I was going to wear. I replied that I hadn't thought about it. What did she think would be suitable?
"I was thinking you should go in those Dockers with that cute polo neck sweater. You look really sexy in that outfit."
"I wouldn't have thought that you'd want me to look sexy!" I smiled.
"Oh, you know, it's just for fun, and I really want us to raise money. I'm not trying to sell you off!"
The evening of the auction arrived, and attired as requested, I showed up at the hall for the auction. I recognised a few of the other husbands there along with a couple of young single guys who I knew would raise the biggest bids. We all waited in the wings as we were called up and the bidding went on. I guess the deal was that we'd be at the beck and call of our buyer for the following Saturday. I imagined we'd probably have to mow lawns, or fix stuff around the house for a couple of hours.
Finally I was called up to the stage. I walked on and jokingly did a couple of twirls, and strutted around like I was some kind of male model. I got some appreceiative wolf whistles and cat calls from the audience. Looking out across the audience, I realised I knew half the people there. There were a lot of my wife's friends there, as well as a number of other women I'd seen around. Now I was up here, I was kind of nervous. I hoped I didn't go too cheaply.
Connie, who I knew was on the fundraising committe with Becky, quieted the crowd.
"Now ladies. What am I bid for this fine figure of a man?"