Disclaimers: See Part 1 for disclaimers.
16. Dumpy Apartment Building
Judy knew that I'd be upset with her that she signed the auction contract without talking to me about it beforehand. She also knew I wouldn't like the modifications she had agreed to. While she didn't have to tell me everything that had occurred in her meeting with Penelope, she'd have no choice but to reveal that she had agreed to auction off our wedding night and a honeymoon period.
I was sitting on the couch when Judy walked into the apartment and placed her purse and a paper bag on top of the kitchen table. "Well," I began. "What happened?"
"Everything went really well," Judy said as she pulled a cheap bottle of wine from the paper bag. Judy grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet and set them both on the table. "I spoke with a woman named Penelope. Everything was very classy and professional. She thinks we can make a lot of money working with them. A lot more than just twenty-five grand."
"Really?" I asked. "Like how much? Does the auction company take a cut?"
Judy twisted off the top of the wine bottle and responded to me, "She couldn't give me a number because its unpredictable. She hinted though that we could be more in the ballpark of one hundred grand."
"Are you kidding me?" I asked. "You could rent out an entire brothel in Nevada for that much money. Who in their right mind would pay that much just to take someone's virginity?"
Judy poured a glass of red wine and handed it to me. "This is where we really need to be open minded," Judy explained. "Penelope explained that we can make a lot more money if we offer the winner a unique experience. We got to act like it is a rare opportunity for kind of a luxurious experience. She made a lot of good points about how if we're going to do this we might as well get as much as we possibly can out of it." A loud motorcycle drove through the nearby intersection.
I took a sip from the tart glass of wine Judy had handed me before responding, "Those are just buzz words, Judy. You can use language like luxurious. You can say you offer a unique experience, but most people are going to see right through this. No matter how you try to dress it up. You're still another woman engaging in the world's oldest profession."
"I don't think you're understanding," Judy said. "Our focus was on the opportunity they advertised in the email. I could use my virginity to make a lot of money quickly. What Penelope helped me to understand is what I should have thought was how to leverage this in a way that will get us the maximum amount of value for what we're exchanging."
"I don't understand," I complained.
Judy poured herself a glass of wine. After taking a sip, she continued, "Think about it. If I spent the night with whoever wins the auction, I get what that's worth. If I also spend the next three days with him, the winner gets four times the experience. That's four times the value of the auction."
"But isn't the appeal of the auction taking your virginity?" I countered. "That's enough money he could pay three other prostitutes. Might as well go for the variety."
"Penelope is an expert at these auctions," Judy explained as she nodded her head. "She knows how to get bids and attention. I trust her judgment on this one hundred percent. This is why I said earlier we got to treat it like a luxurious experience. Penelope offered to finance our wedding in advance. The auction will not only be for my virginity but also our wedding night and a three-day honeymoon."
"The virginity auction was bad enough but don't tell me you are considering pulling me into this," I objected as I disparagingly shook my head and assumed a sour look. "That's some kinky, messed up shit right there and not in a good way. This Penelope woman is trying to make a fetish out of our marriage. She must think some real pervs would pay big to bang some cuckold's virgin wife."
"No, it's not like that at all!" Judy responded before clearing her throat. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Judy put her arm around me and explained, "You make it sound so dirty when it's the opposite. You've heard how rich men pay extra for the girlfriend experience, right? It's when a hooker acts like they're in a relationship with the john. This is just like that but even more luxurious. It's like the newlywed experience. I just have to roleplay for a few days and the winner gets the experience of having a brand-new virgin wife. In exchange we make piles of money."
"Yeah," I continued. "But at what cost? We don't get to be together on our wedding night. You have to spend three days having sex with a stranger."
"Why does it matter if I have sex once or several times?" Judy asked as she shifted back and forth on the couch cushion. She took another sip from her wine glass before continuing, "It's not going to make any difference. After this is over with, you and I can have as much sex as you want. Every night can be our wedding night. If you want to have a real honeymoon together, we can do it. Pick where you want to go. We're going to have plenty of money to pay for it." Judy gently rubbed my groin through the material of my pants.
Not taking the bait, I continued to object, "I don't like this. You should tell them you're not interested in that. If you're hellbent on doing this, just stick with the virginity auction. This honeymoon stuff is way too sleazy and is only going to attract weirdos. We can make enough money without changing things up. We don't have to degrade ourselves even further."
"Honey, of course I told them I'd talk to you first before agreeing," Judy lied as she rubbed the back of her neck. "But at the end of the day, it's my body and I get to make the decision. Penelope is the expert here and she knows a lot more about how these things work than you or I do. I trust her instincts."
"You don't think I have a right to have a say in this?" I complained as my face grew red. "This affects me as much as it affects you!"
"Look honey," Judy responded as she pinched her lips together. "Everything I am doing with this; I am doing for us. I'm doing it out of love for you. I wish there were other opportunities we could rely on. But unfortunately, we're out of options. I am not thrilled about being intimate with a stranger, especially spending several days with him. It's not something I look forward to. Trust me. But it's a sacrifice I am willing to make for our relationship to flourish. I know you don't like the idea of another man getting to sleep with me. I don't like that you were with other women before me. However, I'm willing to set that aside and move our relationship forward. This is just a one-time thing that you should think of like me having a past fling."
"I think you need to ask them for some more time to thing about this," I responded before letting out a long, low sigh. "The last thing we want to do is rush into something like this and end up over our heads."
"Sure, honey, let's do that," Judy lied as she looked past me. "You know, I was talking to someone at work who mentioned that there are some men who really like it when their wives have sex with other men. I think it's called cuckolding. I guess it turns them on. Have you ever had any fantasies like that?"
"Of course not!" I objected before rubbing my jaw. "I can't believe you asked me that. People shouldn't be talking about stuff like that at an office. It's inappropriate. Why would I ever want you to cheat on me?"
Judy took another sip from her wine glass before replying, "I was just wondering. Maybe there's a way to make the best of all this. Like, when we finally do get to have sex, maybe the extra delay will make us both extra horny for each other."
"I don't know how much enthusiasm you're going to have after four days of getting plowed by some horny dude," I disagreed as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Whatever happens though, I don't want any complaints when it comes to our sex life after we're married. It's bad enough you made me put up with this wait until marriage bullshit, but this is fucking ludicrous. Once this over and done with I expect sex on demand."
"Anything you want master," Judy replied in a seductive voice as she turned away from me and rolled her eyes. "Once this is over and done; you'll never have to jerk off in the bathroom ever again. I promise you'll be well taken care of."
